Big Baller: Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  “Yes,” she moaned, rubbing her pussy against my mouth.

  I stuck my tongue out. She rode it like a miniature cock, grinding herself against me. At the same time, I slipped a condom over my now hard cock.

  When she crawled back down my body, I looked up at her eyes so alive and on fire. She lowered her pussy onto my hard cock. Our private pieces fit perfectly.

  She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against my chest while moving her body up and down. I thrust upward, wanting to be even deeper inside her tight, wet hole.

  “Tony,” she moaned, staring into my eyes.

  I craned my neck and kissed her on the lips while our bodies moved as one. All my other thoughts went away as we fucked each other at the same time in perfect synchronicity.

  “Damn,” I said between labored breaths. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  The observation sent her into a frenzy as she rode my cock harder and faster.

  “I’m so close,” she moaned.

  I grabbed her hips and plunged up and into her even deeper. Her eyes closed as my hands moved and my thumbs began rubbing her clitoris.

  That took her over the edge. She arched her back and cried out in pleasure, her body shaking. I held her as best as I could while she wildly writhed about, my cock still deep inside her.

  She slowed down, but I kept pounding up and into that amazing pussy. I’d fucked many women before in my life, but there was something about the way our bodies moved together.

  It was different, and it frightened me on some level. I pushed all doubts and thoughts aside as I felt myself slowly sliding toward an orgasm of my own.

  “Yes, baby,” she whispered into my ear.

  I grabbed her ass cheeks and thrust in a few more times before losing it completely.

  “Fuck!” I cried out as I came.

  She lifted herself slightly, staring down at me with this smile on her face. It was an expression I would never forget as long as I lived.

  We kissed as if our lips had been created exclusively for each other. I slid my tongue into her mouth and swirled it around hers. She pulled back and smiled, eyes still sparkling.

  “Amazing,” I said, still catching my breath.

  She nodded then climbed off, settling down on the bed next to me.

  “You can have anyone,” she said quietly. “Why do you want me?”

  I had no answer, but I held her tighter as we laid next to each other.

  “Because it’s complicated,” I said finally, hoping it was enough.

  I’d never been one for small talk after a good fuck. Most of the time, I would have already been dressed and halfway out the door. Heidi was different. She had me.

  “My bed’s small, but you’re willing to sleep here,” she said.

  “Thanks.”

  I rubbed her back with my hand as she rested her head on my chest.

  She fell asleep before me. I stayed awake on the uncomfortable bed, wondering what the hell I was doing. Did I really think Heidi was wife material? Were we just fucking around?

  At some point in the night, I untangled myself from her and got out of bed. She slept soundly, not even noticing I’d left. I stared at her beautiful body a few moments before dressing.

  On my way out of her apartment, I stopped at the desk and wrote her a quick note.

  “Had to leave for team related stuff in the morning, but I had a great time. Call me if you want. – Tony.”

  I glanced at it on top of her laptop, wondering if it was enough or too much. Does it really matter? I wondered as I turned and made my way to the door.

  Across the room, she slept peacefully, unaware of the effect she had on me. Or maybe she does know, I considered as I went outside and walked to my car.

  Now that we had fucked, it should be easy to get her out of my mind and move on with my life. At least that’s how it had worked with countless other women.

  TEN

  Tony

  The next afternoon when I woke up in my own bed, I picked up my phone from the nightstand. No message from Heidi. Oh well. Leaving the note was a bad idea.

  I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching my arms into the air. My phone rang mid-stretch. I glanced at the phone and saw Harris’ face on the screen.

  “Hey, man, what’s up?” I asked after answering.

  “I haven’t heard from you since the club a few nights ago.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Come on, bro. What’s up? The team is supposed to be bonding this summer.”

  “Nothing, Harris. Damn. Why are you always up in my business? Everything is fine.”

  “Are you coming to Cedar Point today with us?”

  “No. I’m not in fucking high school, and I don’t feel like dealing with a bunch of kids today.”

  “The whole team is supposed to go together.”

  “It’s not even for charity,” I said. “Don’t try to make me feel guilty for not going.”

  “You’re supposed to be our team leader.”

  “I’m the quarterback. My job is to throw game-winning touchdown passes, and I do that all the time. The summer is my time to rest up and prepare for the next season.”

  “You need to learn how to work with the rest of the team better. Why is this so hard for you to understand?”

  I sighed.

  “Look, I just woke up. This isn’t the best time for this conversation, okay?”

  “Why the hell are you getting up so late?”

  “It’s none of your business, Harris. Bye.”

  A few seconds after I ended the call, it buzzed to let me know I’d received a text message. I glanced at the screen and saw Harris had sent me a final plea to go with the team to Cedar Point.

  The only thing I could think about was Heidi and what had happened the night before. She had invaded my dreams. Somehow, I hadn’t managed to get her out of my system.

  My phone rang again.

  “Yeah?” I asked nastily, thinking it would be Harris.

  “That how you answer your phone now?” my sister Jamie asked.

  “Hey, sis. I thought you were someone else.”

  “That’s why they tell you on the phone who’s calling.”

  “What’s up?” I asked impatiently.

  “You just waking up?” she asked. “You’re always so bitchy in the morning.”

  “Why does everyone feel the need to know everything about my life?”

  “Calm down,” she said.

  In that moment, it hit me why the phrase might piss Heidi off so much.

  There I go thinking about her again! Aargh!

  “You there?” Jamie asked.

  “I’m here. The team wants me to go to Cedar Point to help a player sell tee-shirts or something.”

  “Not everyone on the team makes as much money as you,” she said.

  “Yeah, but…”

  “No buts,” she interrupted. “You should go.”

  “I should, but…”

  “There you go again.”

  I chuckled despite myself.

  “You’re something else, you know that?”

  “I do,” she said in a cocky tone I easily recognized.

  “What are you doing today?” I asked.

  “Oh no, you’re not dragging me into your responsibilities again.”

  “You’re too smart for me.”

  “Where were you last night? I tried calling.”

  “I had my phone off.”

  “Uh oh. I know what that means.”

  “What?”

  “You met someone, didn’t you? Is she super-trashy again?”

  “No, she’s someone mom and dad would approve of, actually.”

  “I bet,” she said in a sarcastic voice.

  “What do you want, Jamie? I need to wake up and drag my ass to Cedar Point.”

  “You’re doing the right thing.”

  “Yeah, yeah…”

  I sighed.

  “What is it?” she asked.
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br />   “Oh, this woman I met. We spent some time together last night, but I left before the morning. I thought I would’ve forgotten her already, but I can’t stop thinking about her.”

  “You know what it sounds like? You’re in…”

  “Don’t say that word,” I snapped. “Look, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later.”

  “You better,” she said. “Love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  I ended the call and tossed the phone on the bed before heading into the bathroom for a quick shower. As I soaped up my body and rinsed off, images of Heidi’s naked body flashed through my mind.

  After cleaning up and having breakfast, I stared at my phone before leaving the house. She still hadn’t called or left a message? Maybe I had solved my own problem by sneaking off in middle of the night?

  Whatever, I thought, walking outside and getting into my Mercedes. A few minutes later, I was on the road and headed toward Cedar Point to help a fellow team mate make a few extra bucks.

  The charity would give me a chance to get Heidi out of my mind. At the very least, I’d get a few hours of distraction. She had made an impression on me heart, mind and soul – not to mention my body.

  * * *

  At the amusement park, I sat under a pavilion in an uncomfortable metal folding chair in front of a card table that had been set up. Over a hundred people were lined up to get an autograph or photo.

  I wasn’t the only player present that day, which kept the crowd large all afternoon. By the time the sun began its descent on the horizon, I wanted to get the hell out of there and go home.

  Heidi still hadn’t called or even sent a text message. Was she upset? Did I care? Questions flew through my mind at miraculous speeds, all of them without concrete answers which drove me crazy.

  “Hey, Harris. I’m taking off soon,” I said to him as he signed a tee-shirt.

  “What? You’re kidding right? We have a few more hours.”

  “I’ve got a date,” I lied.

  “So? Why didn’t you invite her here?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “There you go with that complicated crap again.” He handed the shirt to a teen boy and smiled before turning to me. “Why did you even come if you weren’t going to stay?”

  “Hey, I’m trying to help out, okay?”

  “Keep your voice down, man. Our fans are here.”

  “You mean the ones who only love us when we’re winning?”

  I turned and saw a middle-aged woman with a red Cleveland Rebels tee-shirt on. She frowned.

  “What? It’s not true?” I demanded.

  Not having eaten all afternoon wasn’t helping my mood at all.

  “I need to get something to eat at least,” I said, scooting my chair back and standing up.

  “You can’t just leave, bro,” Harris said.

  “Watch me,” I said, walking away toward the nearest food court.

  My stomach growled as I heard boos from the disappointed crowd who had been standing in line for hours. Fuck ‘em, I thought as I got in my own line for food.

  When I got to the counter, I ordered two slices of cheese pizza and a bottle of water. All the people pointing and talking drove me crazy, but there was nothing to do about it.

  I turned around and considered going back to the autograph table with my food. The line of people seemed to be moving okay without me, so I made my way to a small brick wall at the edge of the path.

  As I sat down, setting my paper plate full of pizza down next to me, people stopped and snapped photographs on their phones. I smiled, trying to keep my cool, but it didn’t work.

  “Can I eat, please?” I snapped, a bit too loudly.

  Some boy no more than five-years-old began crying. The people scattered, some of them shaking their heads to shame me. I grabbed a slice and bit into it.

  While I appreciated all of my fans, they got on my nerves more often than not. The food hitting my system changed my mood. I regretted snapping at the people, but there was no changing the past.

  After I finished eating, I went back over to the pavilion to sign autographs with the other team members who had showed up. Harris didn’t look at me as I sat down next to him.

  I turned my attention to the fans in front of the table, smiling and answering all their questions no matter how dumb. It was all so phony, but I’d made a commitment.

  As the day wore on, thoughts of Heidi kept popping in my mind. I saw a woman who looked a little like her from behind, which got my heart racing. It wasn’t her.

  Why hasn’t she called?

  The crowd dispersed about an hour later.

  “I’m sorry about snapping earlier,” I said to Harris. “But I hadn’t eaten all day, and…”

  “It’s fine, bro,” he interrupted. “You’re here and helping. That’s what counts.”

  “Yeah, I guess. I’ve been stressing about this new woman too.”

  “Ah, so there is a new woman,” he teased. “I figured.”

  “It’s not like that,” I said, more to convince myself than him.

  “Like I said, you’re here. That’s what counts. You want to talk about this woman?”

  “Talk about my feelings? You serious?”

  He laughed.

  “Thanks for showing up.”

  “No problem. I’m going to take off.”

  “We’re all going out for some beers and boobs if you want to come.”

  “Nah, that’s not a good idea. I’ve got other stuff going on.”

  “Wow. Sounds like this might be a woman who sticks around?”

  “Later, Harris.”

  I stood and walked toward the entrance of the park. On the way, I stopped and signed five more autographs and took ten more photos with adoring fans of all ages.

  What should have taken ten minutes ended up taking another hour of my time. Back in my Mercedes, I dug out my phone and saw no notifications. Maybe it’s for the best.

  On the drive home, I realized I needed some kind of closure with Heidi. Either we were going to get serious or not. After one fuck, I wasn’t able to get her out of my mind.

  Maybe the second time would break the bond between us?

  Why won’t she call?

  ELEVEN

  Heidi

  When Tony didn’t call after sneaking off in middle of the night and leaving a note, I figured he didn’t want to talk with me anymore. Appearing too desperate was not attractive, so I let it go.

  The club was the last place I wanted to be, but I had to keep adding to my college fund. Grinding – literally and figuratively – was the only way forward. At work, I’d be able to clear Tony out of my mind.

  At least I would try. From the moment I woke up in the morning, he had been on my mind. The sex had been fantastic, but it was something more than that. We had connected on some other level.

  Or I had thought so. The longer he waited to call, the more I wondered if I would ever hear from him again. If nothing else, it was a hell of a one-night stand. His rock hard body had been so good.

  I stopped at the convenience store a few blocks from the club and bought a bottle of tea and a single Powerball ticket. The routine had cost me more money than I won, but it was fun to dream.

  My shift didn’t start for another hour, but I still went inside the club, walking straight to the back. It wasn’t very crowded yet. I hoped at least a couple whales showed up ready to part with their money.

  The fantasies I sold whenever I danced nearly naked for desperate men looking for a good time were simple and timeless, but they still worked surprisingly well.

  I needed to make at least five hundred dollars to make the night worth it. Keisha and Tammy – two of the other dancers – looked up as I walked in our dressing room.

  “Hey,” I said, waving and hoping they didn’t start any trouble.

  “Now you gonna be nice to us,” Keisha said.

  “Yeah,” Tammy added. “Jessica ain’t around to protect you.”
/>   “Come on, you two. I’ve got no beef with either of you.”

  “No, but we got a beef with you.” Keisha leveled her eyes on me. “Why you think you’re better than us?”

  “I don’t,” I lied. “What makes you think that?”

  “We not as dumb as you think, bitch,” she said, turning her attention back to the mirror in front of her.

  I sighed and walked to the other side of the room and sat down. Did I really act like I was better than them? I tried not to let it show, but maybe I didn’t do a very good job.

  They were likely jealous. Once we got out on the club floor, I would have my pick of any men in the room, especially the whales. I felt weird thinking that way with Tony on my mind.

  I pushed thoughts of the football star aside and put on my face. After makeup, I dressed in my Catholic schoolgirl uniform and went out into the darkness. More men had shown up.

  Desperate and lonely men, but they were the ones who paid me the most with me having to do the very least. Tony thrusting into my pussy flashed through my mind as I glanced around.

  None of the men looked like they worth my time. After so long dancing, I’d come to know who had money and who didn’t. Less than happy, I strolled over to the bar and sat down.

  Gloria strolled over.

  “Those curls are looking great,” I said.

  “Aw. Thanks. You want a drink to start the night?”

  “Yeah, give me my usual.”

  “Old Fashioned coming up.”

  “Kinda dead tonight, isn’t it?”

  “Yeah,” she said, mixing the drink. “Ugly Stan cut down on advertising to pay for Keisha to get a tit job.”

  “What the hell?”

  “Right?”

  She slid the drink across the bar. I picked it up and took a sip.

  “It’s not like she’s the one who makes the most money in the club. Those boobs should’ve been yours.”

  I laughed.

  “Not that I want them, but thanks.”

  “You’ve got a decent rack,” she said, arching her back.

  I hope she’s not waiting for me to compliment her breasts. I need to get the hell out of here.