Babymaker: A Best Friend's Secret Baby Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  “You want me to get you off,” he said. “You’re dripping wet in my mouth. You need it.”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  “Take off my pants.”

  I did as he commanded, quickly dropping to my knees. I stroked his hard cock through his briefs.

  “Take it out,” he said.

  I pulled down his briefs and began to stroke his hard shaft.

  “Suck that cock.”

  I put it between my lips and began to suck the tip, hard and fast.

  He grunted and pushed me down, filling my mouth and throat before pulling me back. He slid me down and back again a few more times, pressing himself deep into my throat, nearly making me gag. I could feel tears in my eyes, and I loved it as he continued to use my mouth however he wanted.

  As his cock got soaking wet from my spit, my fingers found my own soaking pussy. I couldn’t help myself, and I knew he liked it, so I began to rub my clit. He groaned as I began to moan with his cock down my throat, muffled but still insistent. He held my hair tight and pulled his cock from my mouth before kissing me hard. He grunted and yanked me to my feet, spinning me around.

  He kicked my legs wide and pushed me down, bending me over. I braced myself against the wall as he pushed his thick cock deep inside me.

  Pleasure exploded into me as his cock filled my core. He slid himself out and back in, thrusting hard but slow. I moaned, and he reached forward to cover my mouth with his hand as he began to fuck me harder.

  It was savage and fast, exactly what I wanted. He fucked me fast and rough, filling me up and slamming into me. He held my mouth, covering my lips.

  His cock slammed into me, pistoning in and out, working my pussy. I twisted my hips and pushed back against him as I moaned into his palm. He grabbed one of my arms and pulled it behind my back, completely controlling me.

  He continued fucking me like that, savage and rough, and I could feel the orgasm building inside me. I wanted him to hold me, push me to my limits. I wanted to see how far I could go with him, and I knew he could take me there.

  He released my arm and then slapped my ass, hard enough to make my groan. He continued fucking me as he reached around and rubbed my clit, holding my mouth closed. He alternated between working my clit and slapping my ass, all the while fucking me rough and fast, our bodies moving together.

  I could feel it coming as he pushed me harder against the wall, crushing my body with his. He grunted in my ear, fucking me deep. “You’re mine,” he said. “Every inch of you is mine.”

  I felt a tingle run down my spine as he said those words.

  “Your pussy is mine. Your mouth is mine. Your tight little ass is mine to do with whatever I please. If I want to fuck you and fill you with my cum, I will. If I want you to suck my cock until I come in your throat, you will. And afterward, you’ll thank me.”

  I moaned, my head thrown back as he fucked me, and I knew I was about to come. He fucked me faster, harder, and the orgasm washed over my body with intense, mind-blinding pleasure.

  “That’s right. Come on my fucking cock, you dirty fucking slut. Your pussy is mine.” I came hard, twitching and tensing, my whole body out of control as he slammed into me.

  As I slowly finished, I felt him tense. I moaned as his hot come filled my pussy. He came deep inside me, filling me up, and a new wave of pleasure washed over me knowing that I was full of his cum.

  Slowly, we finished. We leaned against the wall together, breathless and sweating, his arms wrapped around me. My head was against his chest, and I loved listening to his heart beating.

  “That can never get old,” I said to him

  He laughed. “You’re damn right it can’t.”

  He held me like that until finally we got dressed. We had to rejoin the real world eventually, although that was the last thing I wanted to do.

  What I really wanted was to stay with him, wrapped in his arms, feeling his body against mine.

  26

  Owen

  My mind was still on Taylor as I got back to my apartment that night after the game.

  I should have been thinking about how well Kennings had played. I should have been worried about my job.

  Instead, I just thought about her. The way she moved, the way she pushed against me, moaned for my cock, begged for me to fuck her. The way she moaned louder, got wetter when I told her that she was my slut, that I owned her.

  I’d never been with a woman who got me so fucking hard and who got so deep into my brain. I’d fucked plenty of girls in my time, but never one who made me want to come back again and again because it got better every single time. She knew just what to say to me and just how to move with me.

  Taylor was fucking everywhere in my mind, and for the first time in my life, I thought that was a good thing. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, because I didn’t want to stop thinking about her. She made me feel good, better than anything else in my life. Better even than football, and that was saying a lot. I’d never wanted a woman more than I wanted to play ball before, never even close.

  But Taylor made me feel something more.

  I stretched out on the couch, ice on my knee, and absently stared at the television. It was some sports documentary and I was barely paying attention. I was too busy reliving that sex in the closet with Taylor, that hot, dirty fucking sex. We didn’t make love, we fucked, and we both knew it and loved it. It was that sort of understanding that made me feel something else, something extra, for Taylor. She seemed to understand me implicitly, and she even was willing to forgive me for the biggest sin in my life.

  She was impossible to forget. I leaned back and considered sending her a text, but I didn’t want to seem fucking desperate. Besides, I’d see her early the next morning.

  As I relaxed and decided to call it an early night, there was a knock at my door.

  I wasn’t expecting anyone. A few guys from the team lived in the building, including Raylon, so I figured it was one of them.

  “Coming,” I called out and slowly got up. My knee was a bit stiff from the ice, but there was no pain anymore.

  The guy knocked again. “Be fucking patient,” I said loudly. “I’m coming.”

  I pulled open the door.

  Tony grinned in at me.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “You look surprised to see me.”

  “I am surprised.” I blocked the entrance to my apartment. “What the fuck do you want?”

  “Let me in, kid,” he said. “We have to talk.”

  I stared at him for a second and then sighed, stepping aside. He walked into the room as I shut the door and locked it.

  “Nice place,” he said.

  “Glad you like it. Tell me why you’re here.”

  “You know, every time I see you, you’re very rude to me.” He walked into my kitchen and began looking into the cabinets. “You got anything to drink?”

  “Bottom right cabinet. Get two glasses.”

  “That’s my boy.” He found a bottle of whisky, and I watched as he poured two drinks. He slid one across the kitchen table to me as I sat down at one end. He sat down at the other.

  “Salut,” he said. We clinked glasses and drank.

  “You have a habit of showing up unannounced. I don’t like it.”

  “That’s fair. You’re not supposed to like it.”

  “I know what you’re doing.”

  “What am I doing?”

  He smirked at me, and I hated that stupid fucking smile. I wanted to smash it off his face.

  “You’re trying to set me off balance so I’ll do something stupid.”

  “Like what?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Maybe that’s it,” he mused, “or maybe I’m just impulsive.” He poured us both another drink. I sipped mine.

  “You people play games. It’s what you do. You’re a bunch of parasites.”

  “I’m just a man trying to make a living, just like you.”

  “Well, I’
m not making much of a living.”

  “I saw. Your replacement played pretty good, minus that fumble.”

  “You came here to talk ball?”

  He sighed. “Always trying to get down to business. You know you suck at small talk, right?”

  “I don’t have time to waste on you, Tony. Plus, if anyone sees us together, it could be bad for me.”

  “Fine. I’m here about the money.”

  “What about it?”

  “We’re square now, nice and even. Funny how that works out, right?”

  “Good,” I said. “And I’m done placing bets.”

  “That’s okay,” he said, smiling. “We don’t want you to place bets for us anymore.”

  That surprised me. For as long as I had known Tony and the mob, they were constantly trying to get their claws deeper and deeper into me. I narrowed my eyes at him, watching him carefully, trying to catch some sign of what he was up to. He was looking at me with an easy smile as he sipped his drink.

  “What do you want then?”

  “We want a simple favor, and then you’ll be done.”

  I raised my eyebrow. “I’ll be done?”

  “Sure. We’ll let you go.”

  “Why?”

  “Frankly? Because you’re a fucking pain in the ass. You’re just not useful to us anymore, and I decided to cut you loose. I don’t feel like chasing you down anymore.”

  “I don’t believe you.”

  “Of course you don’t.”

  “What do you want in exchange for this?”

  He smiled and leaned toward me. “Simple. I want you to recruit Kennings for me.”

  I leaned back and sipped my drink. “Recruit him how?”

  “Get him to bet with us. That’s all.”

  I shook my head. “No way.”

  “Why not? He’s your replacement. You must hate him.”

  “He’s not replacing me. He’s just a backup that had a good game.”

  “Maybe.” Tony shrugged. “Or maybe you’re finished, kid.”

  “Is that it? You’re betting on Kennings to take over my spot and letting me go before I’m all washed up?”

  He laughed. “I wouldn’t put it that way, but yeah. That’s exactly it.”

  “You motherfucker.” I clutched my glass.

  “Isn’t this what you want? You get to go free. Maybe we’re wrong and you end up as the starter again.”

  “Or maybe I’ll be shooting myself in the foot by recruiting Kennings for you. Maybe you guys are more connected than I know.”

  He smiled at me. “Smart kid.”

  “Asshole.”

  “Anyway, that’s the deal. You do that for us, we let you go.” He finished his drink and stood up. “Any questions?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He started walking toward the door.

  “I mean, no, I won’t help you.”

  “Yes, you will,” he said, unlocking the door and opening it. He paused and looked back at me. “Because you’re smart and you know what’s best for you.”

  He left my apartment, shutting the door softly.

  I stared down at the drink in my hand, finished it, and poured another one.

  What the fuck was I supposed to do?

  On the face of it, this was my opportunity to get away from the mafia. I’d been wanting that for as long as I could remember.

  But at what cost? Kennings was a decent guy. I had nothing against him. Could I really trap somebody else in my place?

  There was no real guarantee that they’d leave me alone if I convinced Kennings. The mafia would still have everything on me that they’d had before, and nothing would ever change that.

  Either way, it was a huge risk. I could remain stuck under their thumb, placing bets and getting screwed, or I could throw an innocent guy under the bus and still maybe end up fucked.

  I sat there at the kitchen table, trying to decide what I should do. By the time I decided to head to bed, the bottle was half empty.

  27

  Taylor

  Owen was late to practice, which wasn’t like him.

  I was genuinely worried as I sat in the training room, waiting for him to show up. I went through the whole facility trying to find him, but nobody had seen him. None of the coaches knew he was missing, so I made sure to steer clear of them, because I didn’t want to get him in trouble. But it was weird that he hadn’t shown up yet.

  I had my phone out, debating whether I should text him or not, when he finally appeared in the doorway.

  “Miss me?” he asked.

  I frowned at him. “You’re late.”

  “I know. Rough night.”

  “Did you go out?”

  He laughed. “Not exactly.”

  “What happened?”

  He shook his head. “I can’t tell you here.”

  “Okay. Come on.”

  We headed out of the training room together, back toward the exercise room where we usually did our routine. It would be empty at this point, and nobody would be able to overhear us.

  We got into the room, and I set up the mats while he leaned up against the wall. Once I was finished, he got onto his back and we started the routine.

  “Well?” I asked him.

  “I’m not sure you want to know.”

  “Just tell me, Owen.”

  “Fine.” I stretched him and he grunted. “It’s about the mob.”

  “Did they come after you?”

  “Not exactly.”

  “Owen.”

  He laughed, grinning at me. “I love teasing you.”

  “This isn’t something to tease me about.”

  “Fine. That guy, Tony, showed up at my place last night, said that we’re square as far as money goes.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Really? Why?”

  “I won the bet I placed with them when we won that game, so that negated my loss and we’re even.”

  “That’s good then.”

  “He also offered me a deal.”

  “What kind of deal?”

  “It’s a way for me to get out of debt with them. He said they’d let me go.”

  “Do you believe him?”

  “No, I don’t.”

  “What would you have to do?”

  “They want me to recruit Kennings.”

  I paused what I was doing. “Seriously?”

  “They probably think Kennings is going to take over my spot. They’re probably trying to switch over to the winning horse.”

  “That’s not going to happen.”

  “They have more connections than you realize, Taylor. I haven’t exactly been easy to deal with for them. I’m betting they hope Kennings will play along better.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You can’t get Kennings involved.”

  “I agree. There’s no real proof that they’ll even leave me alone. They still have everything on me that they had before.”

  I sighed, shaking my head as I stretched him. “This seems bad.”

  “It is bad. If I go to Kennings and trust them, I could really fuck myself. Who knows if I could even get Kennings involved?”

  “But this could be your chance to finally get away.”

  “That’s right.”

  “Shit, Owen.”

  “Yeah. I know.”

  “I don’t know what you should do. It’d be wrong to get Kennings involved, but what other choice do you have?”

  “I’m not sure. I’ve never really had a choice in all this.” He stared at me as I paused our workout. “I told you this for a reason.”

  “What reason?”

  “I trust you. I want you to tell me what to do.”

  I blinked and then shook my head. “I can’t do that, Owen. I don’t know anything about this stuff.”

  “Maybe not, but maybe that’s good. You’re an outsider with a new perspective.”

  “I think you should go to the police.”

/>   He laughed. “I can’t do that. They own the cops.”

  “Then I don’t know.” I felt frustrated, but oddly flattered.

  I doubted Owen ever went to anyone about anything. He seemed like the kind of man who took care of this own problems and didn’t need anyone’s help or advice. The simple fact that he was asking me about it at all was amazing.

  It said a lot about how he felt about me, and as I resumed our routine, I felt something deepening inside me.

  Once we were done, we both stood up. He rolled his neck and shoulders.

  “Think about it,” he said. “Tell me what to do.”

  “I can’t tell you what to do, but I guess I’ll think about it some more.”

  “Thanks, Taylor.” He grabbed my hand, and I felt a thrill run through my stomach. “I’ll see you later.”

  “Yeah.” I stared after him as he left, not sure how I felt.

  He clearly trusted me. I had known he did, or at least I had thought he did, but this proved it.

  I trusted him too. He was mixed up with some bad people, and he had done some bad things, but that didn’t make him a bad person. I wanted to tell him what to do, and I wished I could solve this problem for him.

  But there was no easy answer. He had found himself in an impossible situation, and I couldn’t help him. I could support him and try as hard as I could, but I knew that in the end Owen was going to have to solve this on his own.

  I finished up some paperwork back at my desk and then headed out to the practice field. I wasn’t in any hurry, since Owen probably wasn’t going to be dressed and practicing today. I walked outside, smiling at the clear blue sky, and took a deep breath.

  And then released it with a shock when I looked out onto the field.

  Owen was practicing. He was wearing his practice uniform, and he was in with his other position players.

  Except instead of practicing in the starting spot, he was practicing as the backup.

  I stared with absolute horror as the practice unfolded. The players were always ranked and placed into positions based on their importance to the team. You could easily see who was a starter and who rode the bench at a glance.

  At a glance, it looked like Owen was the backup and Kennings was the starter.

  Cold dread spread through me as I joined the other trainers. Nobody said anything or looked at me, but I could feel their anxiety.