Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  “What am I looking at?”

  “It’s your fucking roommate,” I said.

  Her eyes opened wide before she turned to grab her shirt from the top of my dresser. I watched as she put it on, not saying a word.

  “Well?” I asked.

  She turned around to face me.

  “Well what?”

  “Your roommate has it out for me. This could affect my future career.”

  “Is football all you care about?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “No, of course not, but this is bullshit. She has it out for me. I can’t believe you’re taking her side.”

  “I’m not taking anyone’s side. I just woke up. Can you give me a minute to start thinking clearly? Tabby is my friend, and I don’t think she would do this. Did she use her name?”

  “Well, no, she’s not dumb, but I’m sure it’s her. She threatened me at your apartment and I saw her talking to Coach on the field the other day.”

  She took a deep breath, arms still crossed.

  “I’m going to go,” she said.

  “Why?”

  “You’re obviously in a mood, and I want to relax before classes and work tomorrow. We don’t have to be around each other every single moment of the day.”

  “No shit,” I snapped, standing up. “Maybe this is what we do.”

  She tilted her head to the right, peering at me intently.

  “What?”

  “Fight or fuck. There’s no in between for us.”

  “I’m leaving.”

  Her arms dropped to her side as she grabbed her pants and began putting them on.

  “Come on, Haley. Don’t be like this.”

  “Like what, James? You got what you wanted yesterday, didn’t you?”

  “You’re being ridiculous right now.”

  “No, you are,” she snapped back.

  “Whatever.”

  I shook my head, watching as she looked around.

  “Where’s my phone?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Were you looking at my phone too?”

  “No,” I said. “You left it on the nightstand.”

  I pointed to it. She walked over and grabbed it.

  “I’ll call you later, okay?”

  “Maybe we should take a break for a few days.”

  She glanced up from the screen of her phone, her brow furrowed in confusion.

  “I want to go home and relax by myself and you want to take a break now?”

  “I’m just saying I have a lot going on. With all this social media bullshit, I’m sure Coach is going to be up my ass. And you have class…”

  “No, it’s fine,” she said, cutting me off. “Later, James.”

  While I didn’t want her to leave angry, I said nothing as she opened my door and ran away. What the hell just happened? I wondered as I glanced around my room. Fuck her. Why am I still even messing with her when football is more important?

  As I grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the upstairs bathroom, I told myself we were over. We’d had our fun, but it was time for me to move on.

  In the shower, cold water rained down on my skin, cooling it. Images of her naked body flashed through my mind, but I pushed them aside. Football first!

  TWENTY-FOUR

  James

  My steel determination not to ever talk to her lasted a total of thirty-two hours. On Monday evening, I called her, ready to say anything to get her to come back over.

  “Hey,” she said after answering.

  “Haley. How’s it going?”

  “I’m fine. What’s up?”

  “I miss you.”

  “Funny, because I remember you saying you wanted a break.”

  “I’m crazy, okay? You drive me insane. In a good way.”

  “The cute kind of crazy, huh?”

  “Exactly. You busy tonight? Everything going okay?”

  “I’m fine. I have to work tonight. A half-shift.”

  “Oh, bummer.”

  “I can come over after work if you want.”

  “Yeah, that’s good,” I said. “Tabby has backed off a bit.”

  “I talked to her, and she said it wasn’t her that did it.”

  “She’s lying, but I don’t want to argue about it.”

  “I don’t either. I’ve missed you too.”

  “Text me when you’re on your way over.”

  “I will.”

  “Talk to you tonight.”

  “Soon…” she said then ended the call.

  I put the phone down and glanced across the Quad, a grassy area with walkways between four buildings on campus. Students came to sit under trees and study or talk. Personally, I came to think about life and watch other people.

  Resting my back against the trunk of a giant sycamore tree, I interlaced my fingers behind my head and wondered if Haley might be the one. She made me crazy in so many ways, but I hadn’t been able to go two full days without hearing her voice.

  An alarm on my phone buzzed, letting me know it was time for class. I grabbed my backpack by the strap and stood up. Slinging it over one shoulder, I headed to class.

  * * *

  After practice that evening, I rushed home, wanting to make my room a bit more romantic before she came over. I’d never done anything similar for the many women I’d dated or slept with over the last two years in college.

  Haley is special. The thought had started deep down in my mind, so silent, but over time it had risen in volume. Now, I found it hard to go even an hour without thoughts of her popping up. Our memories were few but intense.

  When I walked in the front door, I saw Brian and Teddy sitting on the couch. What was unusual about the situation is that they were kissing. I wondered briefly if I should just go upstairs and mind my own business, but I stayed and cleared my throat.

  They stopped fooling around. Teddy stood up, a look of horror on his face.

  “Hey, fellas. What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound normal.

  “Oh, hey, James. You’re home early.”

  “Yeah, Haley is coming over tonight. I want to do the room up right.”

  “You need lights,” Brian said, surprising both Teddy and me.

  We looked at him sitting on the couch.

  “Christmas lights. They’re classic and set a mood. That and music.”

  Damn, he does know how to talk!

  “Thanks, Brian. You don’t happen to have any extra Christmas lights, do you?”

  He smiled and nodded his head.

  “Sweet.”

  An awkward silence fell over the room. I adjusted the backpack on my shoulder.

  “Can you get them for me now? She’s coming over soon.”

  “Sure,” Teddy said. “They’re set-up in my room now.”

  “Thanks, bro. I was thinking candles, but Christmas lights are even better.”

  “Brian likes them. Don’t you?”

  Teddy glanced down at him. Brian nodded, saying nothing.

  I had to bring it up.

  “Have you guys heard what they’re saying about me online?”

  “Yeah,” Teddy said, making eye contact with me. “We know it’s bullshit.”

  “I’m surprised that you two…I never thought…”

  “It’s okay,” he said, smiling. “We’ve been talking about coming out. It’s hard.”

  “I bet,” I said. “Know that I support you guys loving whoever you want.”

  “Okay, this is getting weird,” Teddy said. “Let’s get those lights.”

  “Thanks…”

  I followed them to Teddy’s room where the lights were strung around the top of the wall near the ceiling. Everything about him and Brian suddenly made more sense to me.

  “Those things aren’t true online,” I said after we finished removing the lights.

  I stood near the door, holding the tangle of wires and bulbs.

  “It’s cool, James. We know you,” Teddy said.

  He put
his arm around Brian’s waist.

  I smiled, nodding my head.

  “Well, I should get these up before she comes. Thanks again. I owe you guys one.”

  “Don’t worry about,” Teddy said, waving his hand away from his body.

  “Thanks, guys,” I said awkwardly then retreated to my bedroom upstairs.

  Looking at Curtis’ closed bedroom door, I wondered if he knew about Teddy and Brian. My mind quickly shifted gears, trying to make my room more “romantic” for Haley when she came over. That woman has the power to make me do anything, I thought as I worked.

  * * *

  She smiled as soon as she walked into my bedroom and saw the colored lights running around the room, setting some kind of mood.

  “Ooh, romantic,” she teased.

  I shut the door. Unable to resist any longer, I walked over to her and put my hands on her waist. We made eye contact a moment before I leaned in and kissed her on the lips.

  “Now I see your plan.”

  “Yeah? You like?”

  She nodded her head.

  “I do.”

  We kissed again, my hands roaming all over her body. She fumbled with my jeans, unbuttoning them. When her small, delicate hand slipped into my underwear, I took a deep breath.

  As she tugged at my dick, I lifted her shirt. She let go of me and lifted her arms into the air, allowing me to take it all the way off. I quickly reached around and unstrapped her bra.

  It fell to the floor with no fanfare, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts. I placed my hand over one, squeezing, as I bent my head to take her other nipple into my mouth.

  The taste and texture drove me wild. I’d always been a nipple man. They fascinated me. I felt her hand slide my jeans down along with my underwear.

  I stepped back and took off my shirt while she removed the rest of her clothes. We were soon standing completely naked in front of each other.

  “James,” she whispered.

  “Yeah?”

  I moved forward and put a hand on her waist.

  “Let’s go slow tonight, okay?”

  “Sure,” I said, nodding my head.

  She smiled, making her look even more beautiful. After taking my hand in hers, she led me to my bed. I kissed her again as we stood next to it.

  Her soft, silky skin contrasted with my hard flesh in a way that drove me crazy. I wanted to protect her, fuck her, make her mine forever.

  Does she even understand what she does to me?

  “Lay down,” she said, taking control.

  I did as she said, laying on my back. She crawled onto the mattress between my spread legs, staring at me with her wide open hazel-colored eyes.

  Kneeling between my legs, she ran her fingers over my stomach, causing me to breathe faster as blood rushed to my cock, slowly inflating it.

  “I love your body,” she said in a sexy voice, still teasing me with her fingers.

  As I watched her intently, she replaced her hand with her mouth, bending over to kiss my abs. The feeling of her tongue on my flesh drove me wild.

  Ever so slowly, she moved downward, trailing a path with her wet tongue so pink and wonderful. Her cheek brushed against my cock.

  I inhaled deeply, wanting her to get on with it. After a few kisses just above my pubic hair, she glanced up at me. I nodded my head, begging her with my facial expression.

  She grinned, knowing exactly what she was doing as she teased me with her mouth, kissing all around my cock while managing to miss it completely.

  “Fuck,” I muttered, wishing she would get on with it.

  When she wrapped her cool, thin fingers around my cock, lifting it, I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation as it got even harder in her hand.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  I nodded my head, trying to stay cool. Just when it was getting good, she pulled her hand away. I opened my eyes, looking down at her.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Please what?” she teased.

  “Suck it.”

  “Good girls like me don’t suck cock. We make love to it with our mouths.”

  “Do that then,” I said, breathing heavily.

  She stared up at me, my half-hard cock swinging back and forth a few inches from her mouth so soft, warm and wet.

  As I watched, not taking my eyes off her for a moment, her pink tongue slid between her lips and barely touched my skin.

  “Haley,” I groaned.

  Holding my cock at the base, she slipped just the tip into her mouth, driving me wild as she swirled her tongue around the mushroom head.

  It took everything I had not to sit up, bend her over, and fuck her like a madman. She stroked my shaft with one hand while sucking a bit more into her mouth.

  My dick swelled, approaching full-size and then some. I hadn’t been that hard in a long while, which told me everything I needed to know about Haley.

  She’s the one for me, I thought as her head bobbed up and down while she stroked me with her hand. The combination of both turned me on even more.

  I reached down, running my fingers through her hair as she truly did make love to me with her mouth. I’d had blowjobs before, but none of them compared.

  She lifted her head and smiled up at me as she continued tugging with her hand. My chest rose and fell quickly as all the blood in my body rushed between my legs.

  “Such a fine cock,” she said.

  The dirty word coming out of her mouth excited me.

  “You have a condom?”

  “Yeah,” I managed to say, leaning over to open the drawer of my nightstand.

  A moment later, I handed her one. She ripped the package open and took out the latex sheath. I stared at her, unable to look away, as she put the reservoir tip between her lips.

  As she unrolled it onto my cock with her mouth, I wondered briefly what it would be like to fuck her without one. When she finished, she crawled onto my lap, rubbing her pussy.

  I grabbed my dick and held it straight as she lowered herself onto it. As soon as I entered her pussy, I knew I wouldn’t last long. How could I when it felt so damn good.

  We made eye contact as the last inch slipped into her tight, wet pussy. I never wanted another. She had everything I needed, wanted, and more.

  I blocked out the noise coming from downstairs as she lifted herself again, so slowly, inch by delicious inch. Then down again, back into that tight hole.

  A moan fell from her lips as I squeezed her breasts. She leaned forward, causing them to hang down as she rode me faster, milking my cock with her pussy.

  I moved my hands to her ass cheeks, squeezing them as I thrust upward and into her. Her eyes scrunched up as she continued moaning, her breathing increasing.

  “Haley,” I said, enjoying the way her name sounded on my lips.

  “James…”

  Our bodies fell into a natural rhythm as I penetrated her repeatedly. Her pussy, so tight and wet, fit me like a fucking glove. Even with the condom, my body tingled as I rushed toward an orgasm. She stared directly into my eyes.

  By the look on her face and the squeals of delight coming from her mouth, she was feeling good too. I tried to blank out my mind to last even longer. Unlike a lot of the women I fucked around with, I cared about her feeling good too.

  I moved my hands up her back, pulling her down and pressing her breasts against my chest. She kissed my lips as I slid in and out of her.

  Seeing her face full of ecstasy, I said, “I love you.”

  Her eyes opened wider.

  “Oh, James. I love you so much.”

  The minor verbal communication made the experience better as she cried out in pleasure. I felt her pussy squeezing my dick tightly as her whole body shook.

  “Yes, baby,” I cooed, loving her O-face.

  She didn’t slow down, still bouncing up and down on my dick. I thrust up when she came down, pushing even deeper inside her as my own orgasm approached.

  I stared into her hazel eyes. The ent
ire universe suddenly made sense, at least for that particular moment in time. My mind and body were hers.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  Unable to stop what was happening as the pressure built up, I let myself go, grabbing her hips and thrusting deep inside her one final time as I came.

  She smiled down at me, looking so peaceful and pretty. The intense pleasure had peaked, but every inch of my body felt wonderful.

  “Come here,” I said, pulling her down.

  I kissed those magic lips of her, never wanting to leave her warm, wet pussy. Not ever.

  “It keeps getting better,” she said.

  “Right?”

  She climbed off me. I took the condom off and dropped it to the floor as she laid down next to me on the bed, her silky hair touching my chest.

  I held her tight, running my hand up and down her back.

  “Can we talk?” she asked quietly.

  Uh oh. This can’t be good.

  “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

  “Oh, I don’t know, but it seems all we ever talk about is football or fucking.”

  I laughed.

  “You’re so silly sometimes.”

  “I’m serious,” she said, head resting on my chest. “Did you mean what you said?”

  “That I love you?”

  She broke away and propped herself up with an elbow while watching my face intently.

  “Yeah.”

  “I do,” I said. “So much.”

  I leaned forward and gave her a peck on the lips.

  “I’ve just been thinking about my future, you know?”

  “Sure. I do the same thing, although I have most of it planned out.”

  “Me too, but it’s different now, right? I mean, we’re in a relationship. Is that going to mess up my plans of becoming a Nurse Practitioner?”

  “I hope not. I’ll support anything you want to do.”

  “What about you, though?”

  I sighed.

  “Wow. These are some deep thoughts.”

  “I know, but we can’t keep pretending we’re not thinking them.”

  “Yeah…” I rolled over on my side, facing her. “How do you feel about getting our own place next semester? That could be a good next step.”

  “Are you serious? I’m so tired of Tabby.”