by Abbi Hemp
“That was a lot,” she exclaimed.
“Oh, fuck,” I said again, still unable to think clearly. “Fuck.”
She giggled.
“We can fuck too if you want. Do you need time?”
“Not much,” I said. “I’ve missed you this week.”
“Yeah?” she asked.
I nodded, locking eyes with her.
“I love you so much.”
“I love you too, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
She stood and offered her hand. I took it in mine then stood up. In the bathroom, I stepped into the shower and turned the water on while she rinsed out her mouth with green mouthwash.
A moment later, she joined me under the stream of warm water. I soaped up her body, not missing a single spot. She started to do the same for me, but I got down on my knees inside the shower.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
I placed my hands on her hips and stared up at her with a grin on my face.
“I want to taste you too.”
“Ohh,” she said then moaned as I buried my face between her legs.
Water poured down on my back as I licked and kissed her pussy, teasing her hooded clitoris. She had been playing with herself while sucking me off, and her pink lips were engorged with blood.
“You taste so good,” I said, not moving my face away.
She spread her legs a bit, giving me easier access. At the same time, I felt her fingers running through my wet hair. I forgot all about my own dick or pleasure and concentrated on making her feel as good as she had made me feel a few minutes earlier.
“Oh, Tony,” she moaned.
I slipped two fingers inside her pussy, wiggling them around while I pressed my flattened tongue over her clitoris. I placed my other hand on her ass, keeping her steady while I brought her closer to orgasm.
“Oh, fuck, baby…”
Yeah. That’s it. Fuck you’re so tight.
My dirty thoughts stayed in my mind as I used my mouth and fingers to push her forward.
Come for me, baby. Come now.
Her cries got louder as I pushed my fingers in and out faster, still licking her clitoris.
“Oh, fuck yes. I’m coming…”
She came, her body shaking. The most amazing pussy I’d ever fucked tightened around my fingers. I kept them in a few seconds before pulling them out.
I stood up and pressed my body against hers. We kissed again, our arms moving our bodies.
“Are you spending the night?” I asked.
“I should go. I’ve invaded your space.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m glad you came over. I should have called you. My phone has been off because so many other reporters are calling me again about the playoff games coming up.”
“You’re going to help them win.”
“Damn straight.”
After one more water-soaked kiss, we stepped out of the shower. I dried her off, and she did the same for me. She retrieved her clothes from the other room and got dressed.
“I hate to rush out, but I’ve got to get to work in the morning, and it’s late.”
“I understand,” I said, putting my hand on her shoulder as I stood only wearing boxer-briefs. “We’ll be able to spend more time together soon.”
“You can count on it.”
She leaned up to give me a quick peck on the lips.
“Goodnight, Tony.”
“Goodnight, beautiful. Sweet dreams.”
“You too.”
As she turned to leave, I thought about asking her to stay again, but I seriously wanted a little more time alone to figure out our relationship. With the playoffs coming up, I had no time for anything other than football.
She turned at the door, a smile on her face, and waved one last time. I grinned back at her.
After she left, I went to the bed and laid down. Sleep overtook my quickly, the best rest I’d had in a long time, all thanks to Andrea. She was the most amazing woman in the world.
THIRTY-SIX
Tony
The next morning, after working out, I returned to my room and noticed Andrea had left her purse the previous day. Don’t look in it, I told myself while walking over. Don’t do it. Despite my best efforts, I opened the bag and saw her novel loosely stacked near the top.
Touchdown by Andrea Jones was all I could see on the title page. Curiosity got the best of me, and I fished the stack of paper out of her purse. Still wet from the shower in the gym, I walked over to the bed and laid down, setting the stack of papers next to me.
Wearing only loose swim trunks and nothing else, I flipped the title page over and started a second pile. As I picked up the first page of the first chapter of her first novel, I felt nervous, excited, and turned on all at once. Had she written about me and her?
I never understood why women read romance novels in the first place. As I read the first few pages, I was pulled into the story. It started when a female reporter walks into a locker room and sees a naked player. Is this our story? I kept reading.
By the time I got to the end of the third chapter, the story got steamy. I loved the way she described the first sexual encounter between the two main characters. While I held the current page in my left hand, my right one slipped into my swim trunks.
Just need to adjust my cock, I told myself, but it was stirring to life by reading her words. I continued reading, tugging a few times as the scene got even hotter. In my mind, I imagined Andrea as the heroine and me as the main character. She made love to me with words and images.
Fuck. I’m getting hard. I picked up another page as the sex scene really ramped up. The more I read, the more turned on I became. I forgot all about the worry over reading her manuscript before she was ready. It was worth the risk. My hand moved faster in my shorts.
I was getting into it when someone knocked at the door. Fuck, I thought, standing up. My cock stood out, a huge bulge in my shorts. I walked over to the door and called out, “Hang on.” Looking through the peephole, I saw Andrea standing in the hallway.
Should I tell her I read it? Fuck! Not thinking, I opened the door, standing behind it.
“You okay?” she asked while walking into the room. “I forgot my purse last night.”
I closed the door and smiled like someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
“You’re reading it?” she asked, a flash of anger appearing on her face.
“Just a bit,” I said. “It kinda turned me on.”
“I can see,” she said, nodding at my crotch.
“Here…” I passed her the piece of paper I had in my hand. “You should get to work.”
“No way,” she said. “I want to see you do it.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Touch it. I want to see you beat off while reading my words.”
“You’re a dirty woman, Ms. Jones.”
“You haven’t figured that out yet?” She laughed. “Now get that cock out.”
I dropped my shorts to the floor then stepped out of them.
“There it is,” she said approvingly, not taking her eyes off it.
She followed me over to the bed. I sat down on the mattress, my back propped up with pillows. Her manuscript sat next to me in two piles. As I resumed touching myself, she undressed out of her work clothes. Down to her panties and bra, she sat on the edge of the bed.
“Read it out loud,” she said while slipping a hand into her panties.
I picked up one of the other pages, the start of the sex scene, and read it out loud.
“His enormous cock thrust deep inside her…”
“Yes,” she moaned, still staring at my cock in my hand.
She pleasured herself discretely as I read her words and did the same.
“Fuck this,” I said, tossing the paper aside. “I want you so bad.”
I got off the bed and stepped to her.
“Bend over,” I said gruffly.
Without a word, she bent over
the edge of the bed. I pulled her panties down with both hands then rubbed between her legs with my fingers. So fucking wet already!
Not believing the timing or that she was as turned on as me, I took my cock in my hand and guided it to her tight, wet pussy after slipping on a condom. As I ran the thick mushroom head up and down her slit, I pulled her ass cheek back with the other hand.
“Do it,” she pleaded.
Unable to wait any longer, I pushed my cock deep inside her pussy, penetrating to fully. As I thrust in and out, I squeezed her ass cheeks, loving the way they looked and felt.
She groaned louder.
“Fuck me faster. Hurry.”
I pushed all other thoughts out of my mind as I pounded her pussy hard and fast. My thumb brushed against her asshole once or twice, making her squirm even more.
“Turn over,” I said, pulling out of her.
She looked up at me as she flipped over and sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I want to see that beautiful face of yours. Scoot up.”
A smile spread over her face as she scooted back. I crawled onto the mattress between her legs, my raging hard cock in my right hand. She arched her back, thrusting her pussy up.
I plunged into her tight wetness, loving the way her pussy enveloped me completely, swallowed every damn inch of my massive dick.
She stared up and into my eyes as I slid in and out, faster and faster.
“Yes, baby,” she cried while rubbing her clitoris. “Let’s come together. Wait for me.”
Fuck! I thought, slowing down slightly and trying to fill my mind with useless shit – anything except what was happening as cum prepared to shoot out of my dick. It didn’t take long for her to catch up.
“Now, now, now,” she moaned.
The urgency in her voice pushed me over the edge. I came while thrusting deep inside her one final time. My body locked up and my face contorted in pleasure as I came.
Her moans and groans were accompanied by squirming as her orgasm hit at the same time. I felt her pussy clenching my throbbing cock, milking out every last drop.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed, pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to her.
“I don’t want to go to work now,” she said.
“Then don’t.”
“Don’t talk crazy.”
“I’m serious.” I sat up on my elbow and looked into her eyes. “I can support you while you work on your romance novels. What I read so far was so good.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Whatever.”
“I’m being serious right now,” I said. “You’ve got talent. More than that stupid newspaper deserves.”
“You think so?”
I nodded.
“Yes. You should quit today.”
“I can’t do that to them,” she said. “But maybe I’ll turn in my two-week notice today.”
“Just do it.”
She giggled.
“Okay, Nike.”
I smiled then leaned over and kissed her.
“You coming over tonight?” I asked.
“Sleepover? You try and stop me.”
We laid next to each other, enjoying the afterglow for a minute or two. Eventually, she got out of bed and went to clean-up for work. I did the same after she left. The bookie could wait no longer. I’d finally gathered all the money. It’s crazy how you can fit a million dollars in a briefcase.
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
On the way over to the pool hall to talk with Jackson Cash about paying off my debt, his offer popped into my mind. If we made it to the championship game and I threw it, he would let me keep the million dollars with no gambling debts hanging over my head.
That money would go a long way in helping Andrea get her writing career off the ground. At the same time, if I got caught fixing a game, I’d be disgraced and never able to play again. Hell, it would even stop me from being a sportscaster probably.
I parked on the street, hoping I didn’t run into any trouble. As I walked in, I gripped the handle of the silver briefcase tightly, not wanting to have a million dollars stolen right before I used it to pay off my gambling debt.
My anger management group had listened to me talk about gambling, which had helped me put things in perspective. They didn’t know I’d lost a million dollars, but they were able to show me the error of my ways when it came to gambling.
Inside the pool hall, I glanced around and saw Jackson Cash sitting on a bench in the back again, his usual spot. What a fucking lazy asshole, I thought as I walked through the tables. The place was mostly empty that early in the morning. Only two people played at a single pool table.
Jackson smiled as I walked up carrying the suitcase.
“You have something for me, I hope?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“Let’s go in my office.”
He stood and sauntered over to the men’s bathroom. I followed, ready to get it all over with finally.
“You have all of it?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Terrific. I’ll count it later. If it’s light…”
“It’s not light,” I said, cutting him off. “Here.”
I handed him the briefcase. He set it on a sink and opened it up briefly.
“That’s a damn fine sight,” he said. “Thank you, Tony.”
“We’re even now, right?”
“Yes,” he said. “In fact, I’m so happy you’re paying this debt, I’m willing to front you on the next one.”
“No, thanks,” I said, turning to walk out.
“Hold on a minute. Think it through. You don’t want to stop betting, do you?”
“I’m done with you.”
I stared into his eyes, my face hardened to let him know I wasn’t kidding.
“Why so serious?” He laughed. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make it interesting. I’ll give you triple-or-nothing on a game, but I pick the game.”
“No.”
“Okay, okay. You can pick the game.”
“No,” I repeated more sternly.
“Look, Tony. I know you’re making a lot of money. Why don’t you just make a bet. Ten grand ain’t going to hurt you.”
“No.”
Jackson turned and nodded his head at Big John as he walked.
“You need to pay me a protection fee,” the giant said as he stepped in front of me in a fighting stance.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, not backing down.
“You heard the man,” Jackson said. “He’s upset that you gave us such a hard time with our debt.”
“Call him off. Now.”
I watched the big man carefully, taking a step back. He closed the space between us. While I might be able to take him in a fair fight, he would hurt me bad. If something happened to my body before the playoff game, everything might come crashing apart again.
“You can keep your money and give me a turn on that ride,” Big John bellowed then laughed. “That bitch is fine as fuck.”
“Stay away from her. I swear, if you even think about her, there’s going to be trouble.”
“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”
Big John shoved me against the tiled wall.
“Stop it,” I said, holding my palm out. “I’m serious.”
He laughed again.
“This is going to be fun.”
“Hold on, hold on,” Jackson said. “Let’s make this interesting. I say if he lets you have a shot at his woman, you don’t beat him so badly he’s not able to play.”
“Fuck you,” I said, leaping into action.
My fist connected with his face, but it had no effect other than making him laugh.
Oh shit, I thought as his ham-fisted arm roared toward me. I dodged to the left so he wouldn’t hit my throwing arm. His fist connected with my face. He laughed again as I almost fell to the floor.
“That all you got big guy?”
Normally, I would have tried to fight clean, but if he hurt me bad enough, I wouldn’t be able to play in the playoffs. To end it quickly, I kicked him between the legs. Unfortunately, his fat and muscle blocked me from hitting my target dead-on.
Great, now you’ve pissed him off, I thought as he roared and rushed at me. All my practice avoiding the quarterback blitz came in handy as I dodged to the left then right quickly. He smashed his huge hands on one of the metal bathroom stalls.
I punched him twice in the face then kicked him in the nuts one more time, connecting solidly. He screamed out and dropped to his knees on the dirty, tiled floor. A few more punches to the head, and he went down. Full of adrenaline, I turned to Jackson Cash.
He calmly pointed a 9mm handgun at me.
“Do something,” he dared me.
Andrea flashed through my mind, allowing me to control my anger. I stood still, breathing deeply through my nose to calm down.
“You fucking pussy,” he said. “Get the hell out of here.”
I pointed a finger at him.
“Stay away from me and mine.”
“Get out of here!” he yelled.
Before I left, I kicked Big John in the gut. It wasn’t as satisfying as flying into a fit of rage and losing control, but it would have to do. I had more important things in my life.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Andrea
The entire ride to work, I wasn’t able to stop thinking about Tony fucking me earlier that morning. He had been so raw, sensual and perfect in every way. By the time I got inside the office building and made it to the elevators, reality hit me like a brick wall.
Was he serious about letting me quit my job? Did I trust him to support me while I began my career as a romance writer? The thought intrigued me. As I reached my floor and walked out into the newsroom, I decided to leave the world of journalism behind and follow my heart.
When I made it to my desk and sat down, Scott walked up.
“Good job on that story,” he said.
“Which one?”
“The one from the other night on the team mascots. Good stuff.”
