“Do we really have to do it now, and here?” I asked.
“I am a reporter. I have to conduct interviews if I want to get a story written.”
“I was just thinking that maybe you had something a little more interesting than interviews in mind when you asked me to get this place for us.”
She smiled and scooted down the couch making room for me.
“If you answer some questions for me, I’ll make it worth your while,” she said.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, approaching.
“Just a few.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“A surprise,” she said sweetly.
I sank onto the couch next to her. Her body was turned so that she was facing me. One of her legs was tucked underneath her, and I could see a bit of her thigh the way she was sat. I reached out and ran a finger along the exposed skin.
“It better be good, TMZ,” I said to her.
“Tell me about the fight,” she said after she had turned the recorder on.
“Ha. Which one?” I asked.
“The first one. The one that led to your suspension.”
I sighed and looked at her. We were really doing this, huh? I didn’t want to bring up the past, not that part of the past at least. That fight had nearly ended my career, and it was all my fucking fault. I knew that. I could own up to it. There was no good reason why the guy should have been chucking bottles onto the court, but then again, it was I who had gone after him.
That was a mistake that I seemed to just keep making because it had happened again, and that time Quinn had been there to see it.
“What do you want to know? I know you couldn’t have missed the coverage.”
“You were responsible for beginning a brawl that could have ended in multiple casualties, both for the league and for the fans,” she said.
“I know what I did.”
“You could have lost your job. A lot of people thought they let you off easy with the suspension. If the league didn’t need you so much, you would have been history,” she said.
Did she really just want to lecture me? Was that it? Was I really going to sit here and listen to this? What the hell was the surprise anyway? Was it truly worth being chewed out like a kid?
“I could have, but I didn’t. They gave me a long year and a half to think about what I had done and make changes,” I said. That was just about maybe half true. In actual fact, I hadn’t made that many changes at all. I had gone after another guy not that long ago for the same reason. That first motherfucker though… I wasn’t sorry about that.
“Why did you go after the guy who threw the bottle at you?”
“Because he threw a fucking bottle at me. Who the hell does that? What was he trying to do? The bottle was glass; he could have really hurt someone.”
She leaned back a little and looked at me.
“Is that it? You were just mad?”
“I wanted to beat the shit out of him,” I said.
“That isn’t a good enough reason. Honest, Dante. I want you to be honest. We talked about this. I want you to feel like you can tell me these things.”
These things? What… there was no way she knew. Nobody knew, so why was she talking like she knew? I had never told anybody, and I wasn’t about to tell her. I wanted to though. I really, really wanted to just tell her. I wasn’t a wild animal. I wasn’t some untamed beast who all you had to do was look at me wrong for me to come after you. There was more, and she knew there was. Was that why she was so good at her job?
“Have you ever been hit with a glass bottle, Quinn?” I asked. She looked a little surprised.
“No. Never.”
“It’s not like in the movies where the bottles immediately smash and the guy who got hit passes out. Prop bottles for movies are made of sugar. Real bottles are made of glass, heavy, hard glass, and they’re round, which means they have a strong shape.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You have to hit someone really, really hard with a bottle in order for it to actually break. Usually, they—and you—end up getting cut on the broken glass in the process.”
“You didn’t get cut on the glass that day. The bottle smashed when it hit the ground.”
“When I was a kid… I was bullied for most of elementary school,” I said to her. I watched her face to see her reaction to the news. She looked surprised. Was it that hard to believe? It wasn’t something I talked about, or something I ever brought up willingly, but was it that far-fetched to believe that I had been bullied in the past? I hadn’t been six foot seven and over two hundred pounds all my life. I had been a kid once and not at a nice, cushy elementary school either. Gabbie and I went to school one city over because there was literally no elementary school where we lived, it was such a dump.
“What happened?”
“It was this older kid. I’ll never forget his name. It was William Pullman. Everyone called him Billy. He used to pick on me, probably because I was poor or something.”
“Did he take your money?”
“Nope. He would hit me. I was too small to put up a fight, and he always had his goons with him. He used to use a bottle.”
Quinn looked like she was going to cry again. Fuck. I hoped she wouldn’t. I didn’t need to see her cry just then, especially if it was because she was feeling sorry for me. I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me. It made me feel weak and that was how I had felt practically all my life.
“Did you ever tell anyone?”
“No way. He would have just done something worse. I was embarrassed; I didn’t want all the other kids getting ideas, too. It was bad enough that I was poor; I didn’t need to be the guy who couldn’t defend himself, too.”
“How long did it go on?”
“Years. He had to get creative with his tactics. Usually, it was a plastic bottle, but sometimes he would get his hands on a glass one and just hit me with it as many times as it would take for it to smash. He moved away before I got the chance to get him back.”
“So when that guy threw that bottle at you…?”
“It was like it was happening all over again.”
“Why haven’t you told anyone before now?”
“I haven’t wanted to tell anyone all that. I knew where my actions were coming from, but they didn’t need all that information. It would just lead to more questions.”
“There are a lot of kids who could benefit from hearing that you managed to overcome bullying and make yourself into the person you are today.”
“I don’t want to be a role model. I just want to play ball.”
“Nobody gets to choose whether or not they want to be a role model. Most times, the public makes the decision for you.”
I sighed.
“They made the wrong decision.”
“I think they made a good one,” she said.
Was she just saying that? My immediate thought was that, of course, she was just saying that. Her job with me was to make me talk to her, and I was more likely to do that when I was comfortable and liked her. That was what she was doing. She was just buttering me up, like the rest of them… but… but did it matter?
It mattered. I didn’t like to feel like I was being used, but I didn’t feel like that was what she was doing. If she actually didn’t care, she was doing a fantastic job of pretending that she did.
“Once this gets out, the bottles won't stop,” I said, joking.
“Once this gets out, people will realize that you aren’t just a ball-throwing Neanderthal, and maybe they will think twice before they do things like that.”
“Yeah, well… I guess that will depend on how well you are able to convince them.”
“You can trust me,” she said. Had truer words ever been spoken?
I felt like I could trust Quinn Blaze and I didn’t know why. There was no good reason why I should and there was no real relationship between us that would encourage me to, but I did. I trusted her, and I believed her when she sa
id things to me. She was really nice, and I didn’t know why because I was such an asshole. She made me feel like I could tell her I was the Zodiac killer and she would just sort of sit there and make me feel like it wasn’t my fault… maybe nothing that serious, but I felt like I could open up around her, and I felt like she had things to say that I wanted to hear. She didn’t giggle and kiss my ass like a lot of people liked to do. She told me straight, and she was a fan without being a fanatic. I could respect that.
Quinn smiled and reached for her recorder. That could only mean one thing. “Are we done?”
“Is there anything else you still want to get off your chest?”
“Nope. I’m ready for my surprise now,” I told her.
She gathered all her hair in her hands and tossed it behind her shoulders. She leaned into me and kissed me. Her lips were soft and her mouth tasted like Ace of Spades champagne. I heard her moan softly and held the back of her neck, using my tongue to feel the inside of her mouth. I wanted her to climb into my lap and ride me. Thinking about her, thinking about being inside her again was making me hard.
Just when I thought she was going to straddle me, she broke the kiss and stood up. What was she going to do? Strip? I felt my pants tighten thinking about her peeling all her clothes off for me, right there. She slowly sank to the ground, getting on her knees.
Oh. Yes.
Fuck. Yes.
I sat up and leaned forward to look at her. She put a hand on one of my knees and the other on my chest, pushing back gently.
“Just lie back. Relax,” she said sweetly. She kissed me, and I followed her instructions, leaning back onto the couch. I watched her unbutton my pants and pull the zipper down. She swept all her hair to one side so it didn’t go everywhere. I held my breath, watching her pull the band of my underwear down and take my cock in her hand. She gripped it at the root and looked up at my face as she ran her tongue from her hand at the base, slowly to the tip, before wrapping her lips around it and sucking.
I had thought about her doing this to me since the first time she slid my head between her lips in the locker room. Her tongue ran over the tip, licking the precum that had started leaking out. I had never been so hard in my life. The sight of her with her lips around my hard cock was so fucking hot. I put my hand in her hair, moving it out of the way so I could watch her.
She bobbed up and down on the head for a bit before she slowly sank down inch by inch till my entire cock was down her throat. I groaned and pushed my hips forward. She was a champ; she didn’t gag or anything, and I knew I was big. A lot of girls couldn’t do it.
Her throat pressed down on my tip as she swallowed and slowly moved her lips up my length again so she could bob up and down. I held the back of her head and guided her movement. She was using her hand to palm my balls which felt great. I loved a girl who knew what to do with a sac.
I didn’t want to come in her mouth, but I didn’t want her to stop. I let her suck me off for a while, just till I got to the very edge, before I gently pushed her away. She looked up to me, using her finger to wipe at the corner of her mouth. Her face was flushed and she was panting a little. She looked lustful and hungry. It had turned her on as much as it had me.
I pulled her up and kissed her. I stuck my tongue in her mouth, feeling hers.
I had been thinking about this for a while. I had been thinking about her curves and my hands all over them. I wanted to see her stripped, completely naked. I wanted to lick her soft skin and fuck her with no clothes on.
We couldn’t do that here. We had the room for as long as we wanted it, but it wasn’t right. It was sort of hot that there were so many people in the club below and that a person might make the mistake of opening the door and finding us, but I still wanted to get her on a bed. I wanted to get her in my house, where I could pin her down and fuck the shit out of her. Where I could watch her tits bounce as she took my cock, and see her skin turn red where I would suck and bite it.
I tangled my fingers through the hair at the back of her neck. Her hair was all down today and it was long, the way I liked it. It flowed down her back in perfect curls. It would be a mess by the time I was done with her.
I pushed her back gently so that the back of her legs met the table behind her.
“Sit down, Quinn. It’s your turn.”
She sank down obediently and looked up at me.
“Panties. Take them off.”
She raised her hips to pull her panties completely off her body. I took them from her and stuffed them in my pocket. Just like she had done for me, I got down on the floor.
“Lean back, babe,” I said to her. She did. I held her around the thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table.
Her pussy was already wet. I smirked thinking about how turned on she must have been sucking my dick. She was a fan of little Dante, too… nah, he wasn’t that little. Her lips, hairless and soft were glistening with her juices. Using my finger, I parted them and felt their smoothness. She squirmed. Obviously impatient. I wanted to eat her out so good that she forgot everyone else who had ever done it before me, but I wanted to make it last.
I kissed the inside of her thigh gently and travelled up, the way I had with my hand when we were still out in the main club space.
“Dante, please,” she said. She was so sexy. She had been a doll and sucked me off, so it was only fair I did the same for her. I loved eating pussy. Sometimes it was all you had to do and a girl would give you whatever you wanted. I latched my mouth onto her mound and licked. She tensed up immediately, raising her back off the table and stifling a scream. She tasted like honey down there.
I used an arm to keep her hips down so she wouldn’t grind against me or move away. She was going to take it just the way that I gave it to her. I could hear her breathing getting louder and her moans become strained and desperate. I licked her clit before firmly sucking the little nub into my mouth. I used my other hand to play with her opening, feeling her pleasure leaking out and using it to lube my fingers up. I slid just one in first, but she struggled under my arm.
“Dante, more, I need more.”
I smirked. She was ravenous. She couldn’t get enough. I used my tongue to toy with her clit as I slid two fingers into her. I pulled them apart so she could feel me stretch her out. She loved it. She was practically dripping, she was so wet. Turning her on was turning me on.
I curled my fingers so that I could hit her spot. She bucked her hips suddenly, telling me I was doing something very right. I had to hold her steady as I thrust faster. Her hands wrapped around the arm that was holding her down. She was a mess. She panted and writhed. She was trying to talk, but she couldn’t get the words out because of how good my mouth and hand felt.
Her walls tightened around my fingers and her legs shook as she finally came. She let out a small scream. Her nails dug into the skin on my arm. She froze before she sagged back onto the table. Still. Exhausted. Satisfied. I raised my head to look up at her face. She was smiling at me.
She pulled my hand to her lips and licked them clean, looking me straight in the eye as she did. I pulled her up to me and kissed her again. We weren’t in my bed at home. I would have had her stretched out on the bed underneath me and we would have gone at it. The table height sucked, but it would have to do.
“Turn around,” I told her. She did. I kissed along the back of her neck, up to her ear. I used my hands to run up and down her body. I grabbed her tits through the fabric of her top and bra. They were nice and big. I pulled her skirt up around her hips, squeezing her ass.
“Lean down on the table,” I told her. She leaned forward on her hands. I lifted one of her legs onto the table so she was just standing on one. Did she have good balance? Only one way to find out. I took my cock out and ran it up and down her wet slit a couple times before sliding into her, raw. She moaned, feeling me enter her body. I would have preferred to have her facing me because I wanted to look at her as she took my cock, but this would be fine. This would d
o. It wouldn’t be the last time that she and I would do this. I was sure of that.
She felt just as tight and hot as she had the first time. She was slick because she had just come. I held her hips and started thrusting. I started slow, feeding her my cock little by little till she had taken the whole thing. I squeezed her curvy ass. I owned it. It was mine. She was mine. I pulled her up and told her to put her leg on the table.
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