Over the Line: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Elliot, Nicole

  We both looked at the statue for a while longer. People passed us by, assuming we were admiring the art. But really, we were thinking about each other. Our tryst was hot and sensual, but were we protecting our hearts? I knew the answer for myself. I was falling for Levi again, and I was going to let that happen regardless of the potential pain I would be in later.

  He touched me on the small of my back and led me away from the sculpture toward a group of paintings. They were beautiful drawings of flowers, painted neon colors to set them apart from the typical landscape. I had seen kids do it when I was in college, where for a while I had hung out with the artsy crowd while I was playing piano. But I hadn't really looked at art since then. It was incredible to just take a moment and look at the brushstrokes, gentle touches on a hard canvas that made it into something completely unique. I imagined it blank, the vast whiteness just waiting to be fulfilled by the artist’s touch.

  “Let's get a drink. A little liquid courage.” I gave him a confused look—it was clear that I didn't need any more courage. Slutty red dress, party of one. He took my hand and led me over to the bar. He ordered us two shots of tequila and I was shocked to see that they had it. Apparently that was becoming our drink of choice. It also meant I knew where this was going. He raised a small glass in the air. “To us.”

  I smiled at him. “To us.”

  He sucked his down in a second, whereas it took me a little bit longer to get the fire down my throat and into my belly. As soon as I set the glass down, he grabbed my hand and walked briskly through the art gallery to a sign that said EXIT. I was liking where this was going. He looked both ways before pulling me through the door and into a dark hallway. The only light that was available was a red blinking lights for emergencies. “I can't believe you just did that! You could've set off the alarm!”

  He shook his head. “There is no sign on the door that said there was an alarm. I knew we would be safe.” I was about to start protesting again when he took both of my wrists in one hand and pinned me up against the exposed brick wall. He was kissing the inside of my neck and down my exposed chest. The dress was strapless and my breasts were just barely contained within it. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as his lips trailed down to my breasts, where he used his other hand to pull down the dress and expose a strapless black bra. When he saw what I was wearing, he knew that the dress wasn't just for show. He suckled his way back up to my lips and chewed on my lower lip for a moment, causing painful pleasure to travel through my mouth. “Why do you do these things to me, Lila?”

  “Do what?” I breathed.

  “Make me want to end it but then make me want to fuck you until you’re sore.”

  He loosened the tie that he had been wearing. He took a step back to assess me, but he kept my hands above my head. He pulled off the tie and wrapped it around my wrists. “You keep those there, you hear me?”

  I could only nod. As my hands remained above my body, he lifted up my dress and started drawing circles on my mound outside of the black silk panties I was wearing. “You've been a bad girl, Lila, breaking the rules. I guess I need to remind you why you shouldn't be thinking of anyone else but me.”

  My breath caught in my chest. All that I wanted was for Levi to fuck me, and I knew it was coming—which made my need even worse. He continued to draw circles along the outside of my underwear and occasionally, he would put his hand on the inside of my thigh and rub between my legs. I felt exposed. If anyone should come through that door, they would see my hands above my head and Levi pulling down my underwear to my knees. I had to admit being exposed turned me on. At any moment we could be caught. It was titillating.

  As he bent to pull them down to the floor, he put his head up between my legs and gave me a quick lick. It was just enough to send heat through all of my veins. Levi made me feel like I was on fire. And he was the only one who could put it out. I stepped out of my underwear and he threw them to the side. He dragged his fingertips along the outside of my leg slowly and dutifully, all the way up to my hip. He got close to my ear and whispered to me, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  I nodded. “Yes. Please fuck me.”

  He undid his belt buckle and dropped his pants and his boxers. I heard the belt hit the ground with a clink. It echoed in the empty hallway. He pulled me just slightly away from the wall and lifted my legs up around him, putting his hands underneath my ass. I crossed my legs behind him and slid myself onto his cock. There was a pipe just above my reach, and when he pushed me up onto him, I grabbed onto it. He banged me against the wall, and using his pelvis, he pushed deep into me. He rammed me again and again while I begged for more. “Harder, Levi, fuck me harder.”

  Just as I was on the edge of coming, he put my legs back down and slid out of me. I looked at him with wide eyes—was he not going to fulfill my need? He hadn’t come either. Why would he make either of us wait?

  He rubbed his finger against my lips. He slipped his pointer finger in my mouth and I sucked on it, allowing my tongue to envelop it. Then he slipped his middle finger and pointer finger in my mouth, and again I sucked as hard as I could. When he pulled them back out, he dragged them down my body and over my dress until he reached my pussy. He shoved the two fingers in and I cried out. “Yes! Fuck me.”

  But immediately, he pulled his fingers back out and licked them himself. “You taste just as sweet as you did the other night.”

  I could hardly breathe. I was so turned on I felt like I would explode at any second. He took my raised hands and pulled me away from the wall. The hallway was narrow and he pushed me so that my chest was against the opposite wall. He stood behind me and whispered, “Bend over. I want to see that ass shake.”

  I did as I was told, but I kept my arms above my head. He leaned against me and pushed his cock between my wet pussy lips. I arched my back and closed my eyes. He pulled all the way out and teased me more. When he pushed in again, I knew I didn't have much time. “Please Levi, let me come.”

  He pushed his dick back into me, this time more forcefully. He pulled out again, but this time, he didn't pull out all the way. He quickened his pace and I sat on the edge of my orgasm as I let the ripples flow through me. There was a fierceness to Levi when it came to sex that I had never experienced with anyone else. I was all his and he wouldn't have it any other way. He pushed into my ass again and again, and I could feel the slap of his skin against mine. Quickly, I felt him come inside me, filling me with the hot sticky substance. I pushed my ass back against him one final time and my knees gave out as an orgasm shook through me. He put his arm underneath my stomach to hold me up against him and my legs shook. He pulled me back up against him and held most of my weight on his own. “That's for Saturday night.”

  I could hardly breathe as I leaned back against him.

  “Next time, don't choose someone else over me,” he whispered hotly in my ear.

  I didn't speak. Mostly because I couldn't, but also because I didn't know what to say. Levi had claimed me so quickly, but did my heart have any other choice in the matter? I wasn't going to think about it now. All that I was going to think about was Levi in this hallway and the blinking red light and the coma that followed our moment of pleasure.

  Twenty-One

  On Wednesday morning I woke up extra early to make sure that I could get ready before I got Mackenzie out of bed. In so many ways I was still her mother. Even though we weren't in Florida anymore, I felt like I was still responsible for her. After I put on a pair of capris and a white button up shirt, trying to look like I had my shit together, I ran into her room and flopped down on the bed next to her. I was still flying high from my night with Levi; we had been texting ever since and made plans. “It's time to get up! We've got to go to the bridal shop to try on dresses.”

  She barely stirred. “Kenz, you've got to get up. Charity’s going to freak out if we miss her ten o'clock appointment. I'll grab something out of your closet for you. You’ve got five minutes to get out of this bed and get into the sh
ower.”

  I got up off of her bed and started rooting through her closet and dresser to find something appropriate to wear to a bridal salon. Finally, I settled on a mustard colored dress that covered up her boobs. My sister was built like a Barbie doll, but this wasn't really the time or place to show that off.

  “Mackenzie, get up now,” I said, shaking her once more and dangling the dress in front of her.

  She rubbed her eyes and looked at me for the first time. “Why are you wearing white?”

  “What?”

  She sat up slowly. “I said why are you wearing white? People are going to think that you're the bride. And you're not, and Charity is not going like the attention that’s going to give you.”

  She had a point. “Fine, I’ll go change my top after you get in the shower. Come on! I don't want us to be late.”

  She dragged her body out of the bed and made her way over to our shared bathroom. I heard the water turn on the way and I walked back to my room to pick out a different top. I settled on short-sleeved mint shirt, at least now I looked more like a bridesmaid then a bride.

  As Mackenzie got dressed I asked about Mom. I still hadn’t heard the official verdict on the boyfriend situation.

  “Hey, have you heard from Mom?” I inquired as she finished her makeup.

  “Nah, she’s got some big fundraiser for the company. I don’t think she’ll be around much before we go home.”

  “Okay.”

  She popped her head out of the bathroom. “She hasn’t mentioned the boyfriend yet, promise.”

  She knew me too well. “Okay, good. I hope she tells us together.”

  “Yeah me too,” she agreed. “I don’t really want to tell you Mom’s dirty secrets. That would just be weird.”

  Sisterly love right there.

  “Yeah it would.”

  We took a taxi to the shop. Charity was already at work with her Jag. After I paid the driver, we turned around to see the largest wedding shop I'd ever seen in my life. It was at least three stories high with mannequins in every window.

  “Well this is going to be a blast,” Mackenzie said sarcastically.

  “Hey, we've got to try here. I know we’re not her biggest fans, but we’re stuck with her. And if we make this even worse, today is going to be straight up unbearable. So put a smile on that cute little face of yours and suck it up.”

  Mackenzie hung her head, her shoulders slumped forward, but I could tell that she was resigned to helping me get through this day. I walked toward the shop and held the door open for her. As soon as we entered we were surrounded by attendants.

  “Oh, you two must be Charity’s new stepdaughters!”

  “Oh, you both are so beautiful.”

  “I thought she said the older one was a little bit smaller,” one said to another. Nice.

  They were all dressed in professional black clothes and looked super put together. This place felt expensive. Right up Charity’s alley. This day was going to go exactly how I expected. Charity pushed through the attendants and gave us both huge hugs, squeezing us tightly like we belonged to her. It was uncomfortable. Mackenzie rolled her eyes at me as Charity embraced her.

  “Charity, why don't we get started with the appointment? I know Mackenzie is a mess when she’s hungry, and you did promise lunch.”

  She let go of my little sister and clapped her hands together, “Of course! Just wait until you see these dresses, you are just going to die.”

  We walked upstairs past at least a thousand yards of tulle to see two mannequins at the end of a large room. And she was right, I was going to die.

  “Neon pink?” I could hear the disgust dripping from Mackenzie's words. “You thought that having bridesmaids in neon pink was a good idea?”

  I couldn't hide Mackenzie's feelings, or mine. The dresses were hideous. Not only were they neon pink but they were skintight with a gigantic bow on the back covering our asses. They looked like something a hooker would wear, not to a huge wedding. I looked at Charity as her face fell. “You don't like them?”

  I sighed. “It's not that we don't like them, Charity. And honestly it doesn't matter what we like anyway, it's your wedding.”

  She sat down on one of the ornate chairs right next to the mannequins and slumped over. “My sister didn't like it either. I just thought she was jealous since I'm the first one getting married in the family. But now that I see your faces I know that maybe this wasn't the right choice.” For once she was being almost human. Showing real emotion instead of her sticky sweetness that made me want to vomit half the time. I looked over and Kenz’s face showed her empathy.

  “They're not that bad, Charity. I'm just not a big fan of pink.”

  I rested my hand on Charity’s shoulder. “Yeah it'll be fine, really. It's your wedding, not ours.”

  An attendant shuffled behind me. “Why don't you girls try them on? They always look better on the bridesmaids than they do on the mannequins.” I turned around and nodded and she moved to take them off the mannequins. Mackenzie and I went into a dressing room to change.

  I was going ask for help from one of the attendants to zip me up but then I thought better of it. “Charity, do you think you could zip up the back?”

  She was sitting in the chair, but I saw her head rise a little. “If you're sure…”

  “Yeah, I just can't seem to reach it.” I tried to appear nonchalant, like this was something I would ask her to do any time. I just wanted to make her feel better. But when Mackenzie and I emerged from the dressing rooms it was clear on all the attendants’ faces that neon pink didn’t do either of us any favors. One girl even had a severe look of disgust to the point where she walked away. I'm sure her boss had told her that they were still trying to make a sale. Charity chewed on her lower lip as Mackenzie and I stood side-by-side looking in the mirror.

  “They're a lot pinker than I thought.”

  Mackenzie added, “They’re the brightest I think I've ever seen. And they make my eyes hurt.”

  Finally, Charity cracked a smile while she stood behind us, “Oh my God, they're hideous. What was I thinking? Neon pink on girls of your age? Oh girls, I'm so sorry.”

  Both Mackenzie and I busted out laughing. “These are really awful,” I said.

  “My eyes, my eyes!” Mackenzie was grabbing onto her head like she was blinded. It threw the three of us into a fit of giggles. The attendants didn't seem to appreciate the hilarity of our situation.

  Once I took a deep breath and calmed down a little I added, “Charity what are you going do? We can't wear these and the wedding is next week.”

  She looked around the salon. “All right people get to work, I want black dresses, short. I still want the bow, but in the front on a sash. The money does not matter; I’ll pay for these as well.” She gestured to the two dresses still on our bodies. All six attendants that had stayed scattered. Within minutes they were back with several options that all looked classy and chic. Much more our style. I grabbed three from one attendant and Mackenzie picked out two more from the other girls. We tried on dresses for an hour, and even started our own little fashion show. Apparently Charity had made sure we would be alone for the whole morning, because no one came into the store. At one point we had even gotten scores from the attendants by holding numbers up on their fingers. And when we both walked out in a simple, strapless, short black gown with a thick sash on the waist, everyone gave us tens.

  “These just look like they were made for you!” Charity beamed.

  “I like this one a lot.”

  “That's super high praise from Mackenzie; these are definitely the ones.”

  Charity looked back at the salesgirls, “I'm going to need one more in a size ten for my sister. And make her sash a different color, maybe a cream or an ivory to match my dress.” She looked back at us, “She's the maid of honor, she has to stand out a little bit.”

  Mackenzie put her hands up. “You don't need to tell me about having to stand out. I have an older si
ster, too.”

  Charity smiled once again. And for the first time since she had split up my family, I actually kind of liked her. Maybe she wasn't going to be the step monster that I had thought she was.

  Twenty-Two

  We decided as a group to forgo lunch, mostly because Charity got a phone call from work and she had to go back early. Noa also called me while I was at the bridal salon and asked me if I wanted to do lunch. Charity said that she didn't mind dropping Kenz back off at home, so after they left, I walked downtown to a little pub. Noa was already there, sitting outside sipping what looked like lemonade, but knowing her, I was sure it was spiked.

  “What you got there?”

  She cocked her head to the side. “Something absolutely delicious and perfect for a summer day. Should I order you one?”

  I shook my head. “Nah, I think I'm in the mood for a Long Island iced tea instead.”

  She smiled. “Feeling a little feisty, are we? The dress fitting didn't go so terribly then, I take it?”

  I shook my head. “No, actually. Charity was almost human. I don't know what happened, but suddenly it just seemed like she actually wanted to be our friend. And not a fake one either—she even changed the bridesmaids’ dresses to make us happy.”

  Noa looked like a ghost had just walked by. “No way! I thought she was going to be an evil stepmother. I'm not sure I like her changing her style all of a sudden the week before the wedding. Or were you and Mackenzie just being such super bitches that she couldn’t work with you anymore?”

  “Ouch! No, actually we were being super nice about the fact that she wanted to put us in neon pink dresses. But they were God awful and finally she realized that. My super chic black dress is being delivered to the house on Saturday.”