Train: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Autumn Avery

Stephanie

  Stephanie

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  I was being torn asunder by him, his cock going so damn deep inside me that I was sure he was actually going to hurt me this time.

  He wasn't. It was just the feeling, that tinge of danger, that made him all the more delightful to enjoy. My pussy was quick to clamp around him. I guessed my body knew better than I did what I wanted. It wanted Trevor, and that fleshy thick rod he called a penis.

  Trevor was just an all out sensory assault. Every little nerve on my body was being driven wild by something. From the twisting of our tongues, to his hands digging into my ass, to the way his body was pressing against mine. My arms were wrapped around his head, my legs were wrapped around his ass. He was mine, and the bastard wasn't going to get away from me. He was going to fuck me. He was going to make me cum, and with the way it was all going, it really felt like I was about to cum harder than I ever had in my young life.

  "Please, fuck me, you bastard. Don't you fucking stop, don't you dare."

  "Not in a million years, babe." He was pumping into me, and my head fell back as I gasped.

  "My clit, please, my clit," I was growing more incoherent by the second, but I had to hope he understood.

  With one hand, he held me up, stroking my clit.

  One time. Just one time, and I was screaming for him. That sudden explosion ripping through me, God, I was so overwhelmed.

  This man was the one who could make me cum so damned easily.

  "You liked that, huh? I'm not done with you, Stephanie, not by a long shot."

  I returned his gaze with exhausted, tired eyes. He knew how to drain my energy, but he also knew how to inspire me. "Give me your best shot, Mr. Train."

  "Oh, you're going to challenge me, huh? You'll regret that. No, you probably won't. I'm going to make you cum like you never came before, babe."

  With the challenge made, he hooked one of my legs over his arm, and the other. I was still pressed up against the wall, folded up like an accordion with hot water rushing down between us.

  Another kiss, and he was already going right back at me. Hammering at me, I was so damn wet at this point he didn't need to show any restraint. In the situation I was in, he was in total control, all I could do was try to hold on for dear life.

  Rocking back and forth, huge blissful tidal waves rolling in and out of me. It's painful in a way, yet wonderful all at the same time. He was coming at me with greater and greater ferocity, and I was singing for him. I wanted him to take me as hard as he possibly could, use me, abuse me, fuck me like the non-stop machine that he was.

  "Harder, Harsher, Heifer, Har..." I was murmuring again, even I could tell I wasn't making much sense.

  Trevor understood. Fucking hell, that guy understood me so well.

  His spear never stopped going deeper into me. He was holding onto himself so goddamn well.

  This couldn't be real. Nothing should feel this good, it just shouldn't be possible. Every orgasm I have with him feels like the best one I had ever had in my life.

  "You gonna cum for me again? Give me the hat trick? The three-peat?"

  There was a smirk on his face, as if he was mocking me for daring to enjoy the way he was so deftly slamming his cock into me again and again.

  "Yes, yes..." I didn't know if I was responding him properly or just saying the words my most base lizard brain could form to keep him going.

  "I want you right there with me, Stephanie. I want you to cum when I do."

  "You – you close?"

  "Fuck, I've been close the entire time, babe. You do these things to me. I've just been holding back, because I want you there with me when I finally get there."

  He never stops thrusting into me this whole time, pushing me to my limits. I feel compelled to try to hold back, as incredibly difficult as it seemed to be.

  Trevor's trembling right there with me, both of us right on the edge of something amazing. My teeth grit, as I desperately try to hold on.

  Finally, mercifully, the words come.

  He leans in, his sweet hot breath still subtly tickling my ear. "Cum for me, Stephanie. Cum on my fucking cock."

  I didn't need to be told twice.

  Every single muscle in my body tenses so overwhelmingly, deep into my core, feeling myself close around him. Feeling him shudder right there with me, his loud groan audible even through the water and my own blissful screams. As I enjoy that searing joyous sensation shooting through my body, I feel that even hotter warmth erupt inside of me. Filling me. Engulfing me, a wonderful pleasure all in itself.

  It's enough to make me somehow cum harder than I already had. God, I really am his little cum slut, aren't I?

  The Train is finally milked completely dry, and I can feel him overflowing down there, like he really did have two weeks’ of seed saved up for me.

  As our own shouts of ecstasy calmed down, we kissed, our lips only meekly touching one another. After all that, he just wanted to be close.

  With the last bit of strength he had, he carried me over to a corner, and sulked down, letting me use his body as a mattress. He was still embedded deep inside me, and I knew that he was in no hurry to get out.

  I didn't particularly mind.

  Not like I had to worry about him knocking me up anymore.

  We sat there in the corner, the hot water flowing down on us. The only sound was the showers running, there was nothing else, just the silence of us enjoying the presence of the other.

  It felt like a few hours before anyone said anything. Maybe we even fell asleep there, I don't know. When I was with Trevor, time didn't really matter.

  "So, uh, we're engaged now," he murmured, almost as a passing thought.

  "Yeah," I said, my eyes still closed, it being too exhausting to open them.

  "We're going to be living under the same roof."

  "That's how it usually works, yes."

  "How the fuck am I supposed to get anything done then? Shit, you being there, no more hiding, no more worries, just freedom to fuck all day."

  "I'm sure you'll find the time to go be a big massive football star."

  "I don't know. Peeling myself away from you seems really, really hard."

  "I believe in you, Trevor. I think you can find the willpower to stop fucking me and go do your job."

  "Jesus, I guess if you say so, babe."

  Short, soft laughs. We couldn't manage much more.

  I realized I should be telling him something. The chances weren't exactly presenting themselves. It was hardly something I would drop mid-coitus or anything like that. "Um, uh..."

  "What's up?" He looked my way.

  "So you know how much we enjoy one another sexually? You know, so much so that we forget condoms? Or pulling out? Or doing anything remotely resembling safe sex?"

  He raised an eyebrow. "Look, I'm sorry, I just get caught up in the moment with you..."

  "No, no, I'm fine with it. I like it. Too much, really. We're both reckless idiots, and sometimes things happen because of it."

  "Things happen?"

  "Um... so I went to the doctor a few days ago. I was feeling a little off and lethargic. So I thought I'd get that checked out and..."

  "Is this going where I think it's going?" He was staring right at me.

  There was a tinge of fear. This was a big deal. Was I really sure of how he would react?

  "Don't go silent on me, Steph."

  "Um... yeah. So... like, when we have lots of unprotected reckless sex..."

  "I know how the birds and bees work, babe. We've been having plenty of lessons on the mechanics of it all."

  I decided to just spit it out, no matter how abrupt it was. "I'm pregnant."

  What did I expect? I really, really didn't know. I was head over heels for Trevor, but I wasn't about to pretend to know everything about him. I knew this could be a breaking point for a lot of couples.

  "I thought your breasts were bigger. That explains it."

  "Huh?"

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bsp; "Huh, what?"

  "That's all you have to say about it? You know, me being pregnant? Me carrying our child? The fruits of our wild nonstop fucking?"

  "Babe, what is there to say? I'm going to be there for you. I said it out there in front of everyone. My goals in life are family, future, and you. Our child? That's all three. I'm all about that shit."

  I snickered. He caressed my hair, softly rocking me back and forth.

  "Seriously, though, you're going to be sexy as fuck with that big baby belly, babe. Fuck, really, how am I supposed to live with you like that without fucking you twenty-four/seven? You've just made it even harder."

  "We'll make it through, Trevor. Somehow, some way, you'll manage to do something with your life other than fuck me."

  Epilogue

  Stephanie

  Six months later…

  * * *

  The human body hates you. Pregnancy isn't remotely natural with how it wreaks havoc on everything, from hormones to your body, and... well, as I said, everything.

  It's a sacrifice.

  It's completely worth it.

  Full of aches, I finally understood why so many women used the word waddle to describe their movement.

  "You really not going to stick around for the start of the next semester?" Professor Hatch was helping me gather some things after he dismissed his final class for the summer.

  "Nah. I'm going to shift to early childhood education for now."

  He smiled. "I guess you want to be best equipped to be able to teach your little one."

  "Partially that. It's also a pain in the ass to command respect of the students since I'm only a year older than them. I figure I'll get some age on me, become that strict schoolmarm, and move back into higher education."

  "Are you going to keep up with your child? You can embarrass him by constantly being his teacher all through his schooling years."

  "It's a her, and I'm thinking about it. Might spare her the humiliation and just use my skills off-duty, if you follow."

  "That's good practice anyway. As long as you're making this decision of your own free will. Dawson's out, so you shouldn't worry about him."

  Crazy plans sometimes pay off. With all of the publicity, even when Dawson tried to call a hearing in, saying that I lied to the administration, the rest of the board didn't want to hear it. He was out-voted continually five to one, with his fellow administrators wondering why the heck he was taking on such a hard-line stance on my violation of the fraternization code.

  The answer came three months later. Turns out he was projecting, and projecting hardcore.

  Dawson was trading favors by the boatload to one of the school's cheerleaders. Grade alterations, preferential treatment, even just flat out giving her money. He was really the reason the rule existed: skeevy old assholes using their influence for their own sexual fulfillment.

  My best guess is that by taking a strict stance against me he was hoping to deflect further investigation into his own abuses of power. It didn't help, and actually made his own termination from the school all the worse. Last I heard the board may even bring criminal charges against him, like for fraud or something.

  A knock on a wooden door caught the professor’s and my attention. "Am I interrupting anything important, babe? And professor?"

  "Oh, no," Hatch spoke up first, smiling. "I'll leave you two to it. I have my own wife to get back to, you know. So I'll leave the newlyweds be. Lock the door when you're done, Stephanie. Also before if you're going to do something stupid."

  "What do you mean, something stupid?"

  "You know exactly what I mean." He left, his barbs adequately launched.

  With the professor out of the way, Trevor rushed in, and damn near almost tackled me. He swept me off a leg, holding me in place as he damn near forced his tongue down my throat.

  I wouldn't have it any other way.

  He was drafted first round, first pick. The Train was going to the big leagues. He got a nice sweet signing bonus too.

  The future football megastar's first investments? A house for his mother. A house for me. A car for us both.

  After that? Our wedding.

  Jesus, he threw a big one.

  I said I'd be fine with a small ceremony. The thing is? With everyone he wanted to celebrate our love with, it couldn't have been small.

  My side was Emma. My parents. Some other relatives. Not much really.

  His? The entire AU football team. Professor Hatch, Coach Boggs. A bunch of college friends. Some people from his new team.

  It was just one of the things I'd have to deal with being with someone who was going to be such a big deal.

  "Fuck, you're so damn sexy."

  "You say that every day, Trevor."

  "Well, because it's true. I'll keep saying it for as long as it's true." He paused a bit, rubbing his chin. "I think that'll be about forever, so get used to it."

  I giggled.

  He looked back behind himself. Hatch was gone and the door was closed. "Well, well, isn't this a bit nostalgic."

  "You can't seriously be thinking of..."

  "Thinking of what? Reliving an old thrill? We're not coming back to AU, Steph. So maybe we should leave on a good memory." Hatch had to mention it, didn't he?

  "You know, we never did figure out who was taking pictures of us..."

  "Maybe they'll be watching again. I like my side career of being a porn star."

  "Trevor, really?"

  "What? We’ve got nothing to hide. Maybe I want to show the world how sexy you are with that belly, and your delightfully swelling tits."

  I was red as hell. "You're ridiculous."

  "You're mine, babe, for better or for worse. You should be used to my insanity by now."

  My man swept me off my feet, made a mess of the professor's desk by laying me flat on it, and started hiking up my dress.

  I just laughed. I wasn't going to turn him down. Not now. Not ever.

  This was my life now. A child on the way, the world's sexiest millionaire ravishing my body, and nothing but a bright future ahead of me.

  A year ago, I thought I would be pressing thirty before I ever found the one, that I would be waiting forever for the right man to appear.

  Trevor most definitely proved to me that you never know when your train is going to show up. Mine's taking me on a ride I'm never going to forget.

  Coming Off the Bench

  COMING OFF THE BENCH

  Who am I? I’m Tommy Mason, UCONN’s top guard and I’m on my way to the pro league.

  The guys wanna be me, the girls wanna be with me. Everyone knows who I am – everyone except her.

  Grace. She’s a freshman, and she just moved onto my floor. She’s drop dead gorgeous and doesn’t even know it. And the best part?

  She’s a virgin.

  She walked in on me in the shower and ran for cover. Seeing her blush got my blood pumping downstairs, and now I know I have to have her. But she’s afraid of me – afraid of what she might do if we’re alone, and she’s been ducking me ever since.

  So what did I do? I made her my partner for class, now she has to spend time with me. Her grade depends on it.

  She may be able to teach me some things in the classroom, but I’m the teacher when it comes to the bedroom, and what she doesn’t know is that beneath those Plain Jane clothes she wears, there’s a body like a pornstar and an attitude to match. All she needs is the right guy to bring it out of her.

  And I’m just the guy to do it.

  Coming Off the Bench is a stand alone, super spicy romance with no cheating, no cliffhanger, a wonderful HEA, and all the spice and steam you've come to expect from Autumn. Disclaimer: not responsible for Kindle screens that melt from how hot this is!

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