by LK Collins
“Sports. My brother plays basketball and I love taking pictures at his games. It honestly doesn’t matter the sport though, just catching the action in the moment is amazing.”
“I love it.”
-Arion-
“Starbucks, this is Arion.”
“Hey, you’re still working.”
“Uhhh, yeah,” I respond in a sharp tone.
“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you on your cell phone.” Suddenly I recognize the voice. It’s Bain on the other end and my insides calm. Hearing him worried about me makes all the stress of this crazy day wash away.
“Sorry, I didn’t recognize your voice. It’s crazy loud in here. I didn’t charge my phone last night because someone kept me out all night. So it…ummm…died.” I keep counting the money in the register and almost come undone with his next comment.
“You won’t need your phone tonight either.”
“Why is that?”
“You’ll see. What time are you leaving?”
Glancing at the clock it’s 8:46pm. We close at ten and it’s already slowed down. “I think I’ll leave around nine.”
“Cool. See you soon, then,” he responds and hangs up.
There’s an unfamiliar excited tone to his voice, something that I’m not used to, but I like it. Knowing that it’s not long ‘til I see Bain, I wrap up the deposit, ever so thankful that it’s not busy anymore.
“What’s up with the smile?” Sasha asks me as I come out of the office.
“What do you mean?” I look at her with a scowl on my face. “I’ve been smiling all day.”
“Haaahhh!” she blurts out, causing a few customers to look in our direction.
“You are such a bag. We we’re busy today and I was stressed, okay? I’m leaving now, since I was off, I don’t know, four hours ago.”
“You do that,” she quips back. “And make sure you keep that smile with you.”
“Suck it, bag.” I rip my apron off jokingly and snatch my purse before exiting.
“What’s a bag?” she questions as I push the door open with my back. I point at her and she just shakes her head.
The fresh air feels amazing, like my lungs have been deprived all day. Sparking up a cigarette, I hop in my car, pull out of the lot, and speed to see Bain. I know he didn’t say he would be there, but I know he will. That’s just how he is, and sure enough, as I pull up in front of my apartment, there he is. Backed into a parking spot, messy hair and light eyes gleaming at me. He’s got my signature smirk plastered on his face as I pull up next to him.
Flicking my cigarette out, I pop a piece of gum and exit. My stomach is a mess, a mix of butterflies and adrenaline, so new and different than when I was with Nate.
“You need to quit smoking,” he says.
I can’t help but laugh at him.
“I mean it, A.”
“Fine, I’ll think about it,” I respond, glancing at him as he pulls me tightly to him. I don’t get very long to look into those eyes because he quickly nuzzles himself into my neck. “God, you smell good.”
“I smell like coffee.”
Shaking his head he says, “Not right here.” And nuzzles my neck again.
I hold him tight, loving how even when I feel gross, he makes me feel so sexy. “Come on. Let’s head in, so you can change.”
“Do you really think I need to change, or can I just get naked?”
He looks up, like he is contemplating what I’m saying. “Fine. Naked.”
With a firm squeeze to my ass, we head inside. Aubrey is sitting on the couch painting her toenails. The last time she did that, she got more polish on her skin than her nails.
“Hey, guys,” she says and barely looks at us.
“Hey, girl. I’m gonna shower real quick.”
She nods her head with her tongue stuck out, obviously in deep concentration. Bain and I glance at each other and smile. We walk into my room and I shut the door, turning to find him sprawled across my bed. “You okay?” I ask as I begin getting undressed.
“I’m good. I’m tired, but good.”
“What did you do today?” I ask.
“Are you sure you’re ready for it?”
“Uhhh, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Just checking. Remember James from the game last night? I met him for lunch. We talked about a lot of stuff, about me giving my NBA dreams another chance. Then he took me to an ex-pro’s private home gym and I worked out for most of the afternoon.”
Thinking about his words, I wonder why he went to somebody’s house to work out. “Arion, you have no idea how great it felt to get back on the court.”
“Holy shit, you didn’t tell me you played basketball!”
“Well, what did you think I did?”
“You said ‘worked out.’”
“That’s what we call it.”
I sit next to him, naked, barely able to contain my excitement. He senses just how happy I am for him and pulls me on top of him.
“I can’t thank you enough for giving me the drive to do it. Your words kept replaying in my head today, over and over. And I knew every time I heard them, what I wanted to do. What would really make me happy. It was a battle long overdue and I knew the minute James and I began talking, that I was meant to follow my dreams.”
Crashing my lips against his, I get lost in Bain, in who he is, what we have, and what he gives me. There’s a sense of security about him and knowing that I helped him continue following his dreams, makes me feel proud. With his hands tight around my body, we lie there together, enjoying each other.
“I’m so proud of you.”
“It’s all because of you. Thank you for motivating me.”
“Anytime.”
“Wanna shower?” he asks.
“Please,” I respond, and he lifts me in his arms, carrying me into the bathroom. He sets me on my feet and turns the water on. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he undresses. He’s so tall and muscular and…mine.
We step into the hot water, letting it cascade down our bodies. Leaning my head back, I drench my long, blonde hair knowing he is watching my every move. With his head tilted down looking at me intently, water beads off the tip of his nose, and some rolls down his oh-so-plump lips.
He catches me off guard as I run my hands through my hair. He separates my pussy, touching the inside of my already swollen lips, as he moves his fingers in a circular motion. He’s giving me the right amount of pleasure and I almost jump from the sensation. Looking at him, his eyes are watching exactly what he’s doing, and without speaking, he drops to his knees. I step forward so the water doesn’t pelt him and brace my weight on the square tiles of the shower.
He grips my ass and sucks my clit, swirling his tongue over it so gently. I moan, giving in to the desire, and close my eyes. Bain’s very patient in what he’s doing. The pleasure’s so great, I instantly want to come, but I fight the feeling, keeping myself focused on not letting go.
We stay like this, in this moment and position, until I cannot take anymore. My noises show him what he’s doing to me, and I pull away looking down at him as he still stares at my sex. Reaching for his hand, I guide him up. He stands, and I reach between us, gripping his hard cock with more force than he showed me. I rub him against my sensitive pussy, stroking him at the same time.
Bain makes the sexiest noises when he’s turned on. I love that I can do that to him. Suddenly, he pushes my hand away and takes ahold of his massive cock, guiding himself inside of me. Slowly filling me, both of our eyes watch the contact of our bodies molding into one.
Taking my arms, I reach up and brace myself on his forearms. Leaning away from me, he holds my hips and moves at a gentle pace. Not fast or forceful – just right.
His size confounds me, just like his endurance. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes, shutting out the world and everything else in the process. My breaths are short, enjoying this bliss. Then out of nowhere and without warning, Bain explodes inside of me. A warm surge of cum f
ills me, followed by his thrusts and my body finds its own release. So strong, quaking from the tips of my hair to the bottoms of my feet. Leaning into Bain, I scream into his skin.
As possessively as ever, he holds me to him. I grip him back, never before experiencing a feeling quite like this.
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It’s been a rough few days. After Bain’s first practice, he got sick. I’ve never seen anyone with the flu so bad and I am so thankful that he is finally feeling better. Plus, we got an update from the FBI that they have a suspect on their radar. Bain’s dad didn’t know much when he called and I didn’t probe Bain. I was too worried about him feeling so bad that I didn’t want to make things worse by asking a ton of questions. I know it tore him up inside because even though he was in and out of sleep for the better part of three days, he kept checking his phone and asking when he woke up, if I’d heard anything. Driving into New York, I ask him, “So what is a pick-up game anyways?”
“It’s really just a high-energy game with the top local guys,” he says kissing my knuckles and then lays our intertwined hands back on his lap.
“Have you played in a lot of them?”
“I used to, all the time. But I haven’t for quite a while.”
“Will there be a lot of people there?”
“Probably. I mean, there will be people there to see the game. And now since James is managing me, he called in a few scouts. He said there are a lot of people wanting to see me play.”
I don’t ask any more questions, as I’m anxious not only for Bain, but for me. “Can I have a cigarette?” I ask Bain.
“Come on, A, you’ve done so well these last few days. Here, have another piece of gum.”
I scowl at him as he passes it to me. “I don’t get how you can just expect me to stop smoking.”
“You can do it. You’ve done so well already. Plus, we’re here; this should keep your mind off of cigarettes for a bit.” Bain puts the car in park and I look at the fenced in court. It’s lined so densely with people that I can’t even make out the players.
“Stick with James, okay? And for me, try not to smoke.”
I nod my head, loving how controlling he’s been over smoking, and exit the car. Bain and I meet at the front, and right away he grips my hand tightly as I scan the crowd looking for James, who is nowhere to be seen. Then suddenly, he’s standing right next to us.
The two guys hug and I shake his hand, listening as they talk. “I only committed you to one game. I didn’t want to push anything since you’ve been sick.”
“That’s cool with me.”
“Are you feeling better and keeping food down?”
“Yeah, I feel good. Thanks for being concerned.”
“Good, ‘cause you’re up next and there are scouts from the Knicks, Pistons, and Nets, so don’t hold back. Play like you know how, so we can get you the best possible deal.”
Bain kisses me, holding my head firmly in his hands for a moment. I indulge in him, loving how sweet he’s been while sick, then upon opening my eyes, I see a few lights flash out of the corner of my eye and look to see that we are being photographed. “Sorry, A,” he whispers.
“It’s okay. Now go kick some ass. I’m excited I finally get to see you in action.”
James and I watch him jog off. He then takes his sweats off, exposing his hot tattooed legs. We proceed at our own walking pace to a small section on the risers, where the front row is open and we sit down. “So things with you two are serious?” James asks me.
I take a moment and think about his question, watching Bain stretch on the court. I couldn’t tell you how we got here, or why I feel the way I do, but yeah we’re definitely serious. “He’s the second most serious boyfriend I’ve had.”
“Are you prepared to answer questions about your past and what happened with Nathaniel?”
I almost spin in my seat to look James in the face. Is he fucking serious? “Please, don’t take offence to what I’m saying, Arion. I have to look out for Bain right now. Everything needs to be covered, we can’t have anything compromise his future.”
“And I understand that, but how is my past any of his future employer’s business?”
“I’m just saying the question could come up, and if it does, I want you to be prepared. These teams are investing not only millions, but sometimes years if they pick the wrong kid.”
“I’m the last person you have to be worrying about. You really need to talk to Bain soon regarding how he is going to handle being drilled about how much time he spent out of school and everything with Kinsey.”
“I will, I will,” James says.
The referee blows the whistle bringing both our eyes to the court. The two teams stand in the middle, both of the tallest players ready to tip the ball in their team’s direction. Then the ref throws the ball up in that air and it gets tipped to Bain. He catches it like his hands have glue on them and he dribbles the ball down the court with natural confidence. I watch his eyes and how he looks for a teammate to pass the ball to. Then he gets an open opportunity to drive the ball to the hoop, and goes for the rim. Making his move into the paint, he looks like a man amongst boys, dunking the ball cleanly. The way his body moves through the air, is effortless. He turns to jog up the court looking only at me for a brief moment with a smile and a wink. I can’t help, but have a huge grin on my face, jumping to my feet and cheering like a maniac.
-Bain-
I feel bad for leaving Arion waiting as long as I did after the game, but with my impressive performance today, everyone wanted to talk with me. I’m surprised that I did so well considering how sick I’ve been over the last few days. I guess this is one time in my life that I’m grateful for getting the flu. It sounds weird to say, but I was so sick, that there was nothing I could do except lay around and throw up. That also meant that I didn’t take any pills. I wanted to stop anyways, so this just made me do it without the internal back and forth struggle in my own mind. I can’t tell you how good it feels to be level-headed again and not have anything clouding my judgment.
Finally, I say goodbye to James and head towards Arion, waiting in my car. Fuck, please don’t let her be pissed. I mean, if there was something that I could have done to get out of here more quickly, I would have.
Getting in the driver’s seat of my car, I see she is curled up into a tiny ball and looks as comfy as ever. I know she is tired – these last few days have stressed her like they have me. When I close the door, even though I do my best to stay quiet, she looks at me. “Hey, I’m sorry it took so long.”
“Don’t be. I would’ve stayed by your side, but I’m exhausted. I knew coming today that it was an all-day thing. So it’s all good.”
“Thank you,” I respond, leaning in and kissing her soft forehead as she stays in her comfy ball. “Let’s get you home and to bed, beautiful.” Pulling the car out, we begin the long haul out of the city and back into Jersey.
“How did it feel to be back on the court, in a real game?” she asks me.
Loosening my grip on the wheel, I think back over the game for a few beats.
“Well, while you’re lost in your daydream—”
“I’m not lost,” I cut her off. “Don’t ever tell a man he’s lost, okay? I was just reminiscing.”
We both bust out laughing and I realize how horrible I sounded saying reminiscing.
“You keep daydreaming, my basketball star.”
Reaching over, she touches my thigh. I love her hands. I love her touch. I’ll take it anyway that I can get it. Very softly, she rubs my leg through my shorts, back and forth, and the inappropriate beast inside of me wants to pull over and fuck her ‘til she can’t handle it any longer, but I stink and I won’t do that to her. What I will do is drive us safely to her house then have my way with her all night long.
I park at Arion’s where everything is silent; the sun has set and there aren’t many people out tonight. We head inside and I’m anxious to fuck her. Hopefully, we’ll be alone.
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“Aubrey,” Arion shouts as we enter the apartment. The house is quiet and she goes towards her room. “She’s not here.”
“Then I have you all to myself,” I say and drag her to the bathroom, tearing my sweaty basketball clothes off on the way. She giggles behind me and begins undressing herself.
“Fuck yeah, get naked for me,” I growl watching her remove her clothing. “Let me see that perfect body of yours.” My cock is instantly rock hard and dripping with cum. As she steps to me, I show more force than I mean to, but she doesn’t falter. My girl likes a little pain crossed in with her pleasure.
“Tell me what you want,” I ask, dragging my tongue down her neck. Her scent is a drug to me. There’s something so erotic about it that I almost go all caveman on her when I press my nose hard against any part of her.
“I…” she trails off.
“Tell me,” I snap
“I want you.”
“You have me. I’m right here.”
She shakes her head, loosening her hold on me. I know right away that I’ve done something or said something I shouldn’t have.
“I won’t always have you, though.”
My heart drops hearing her say those words. What? NO! Why? “Don’t say things like that, I’m not going anywhere.”
She laughs awkwardly, and the noise is a hard blow to my ego. “You don’t even know where you’re going to get drafted. What happens if you end up in California?”
“Then we’ll move there. I don’t give a shit what you say, I’m not going anywhere without you. I’m in this for the long haul.”
“So was Nate,” she whispers. Hearing the words makes all the pieces click into place. “Plus, I can’t leave my job. I’ve worked too hard to get this store.”
“Arion, you can transfer, and do you think he had a choice?”
“He did. He didn’t need to join the Marines.”
“That’s true, but I’m sure he did it to secure a future for the both of you. He wouldn’t have done it knowing that it would have kept you apart.”
