Scored

by Sloane Howell

  I chuckled. “I really am sorry, and he did his best not to look.”

  “It’s okay.” Her voice changed from embarrassed to sexy as hell. “Did you like what you saw?”

  I lay down flat on my back and my cock tried to high-five the ceiling. I looked down at him. “You could say that.”

  My eyes rolled over to the open door and then back to my dick. It was a horrible idea after what’d already happened, but if I didn’t get some relief soon I’d be at risk of passing out.

  “I thought you might be missing them, so they wanted to say hi.”

  Goddamn, she always knew the right shit to say.

  “Hang on a second.”

  I dropped the phone and hopped up from the bed. The door creaked and I cringed while I shut it as quietly as possible.

  “Hello? Matt?” Kelsey’s voice rustled through the phone speaker on the bed.

  I ran back over and resumed my former position.

  “Sorry, I was shutting the door.”

  “So you could talk dirty to me on the phone?”

  I bit one of the knuckles on my free hand. Fuck, this woman. The worst part was I couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious. I needed to test the waters.

  “Do you want me to?”

  A slight moan landed in my ear and disappeared like she moved the phone away from her mouth.

  After a brief silence I heard her breathing again. “It’s probably not a good idea.”

  I knew she was playing hard to get, but fuck if my brain didn’t overanalyze everything with her, and constant doubt was the result.

  “You sure?”

  Another slight whimper confirmed my original suspicions. “No, you asshole.”

  I chuckled.

  “Where are you, anyway?”

  She giggled a little and it made me smile. Kelsey was anything but a giggler.

  “At work.”

  Maybe this would be more fun than I thought. “Oh, so you could get in trouble? This just got interesting.”

  “Stop! I’ve never done anything like this, or umm, that, before.”

  I was pretty sure she was blushing, and my dick somehow managed to harden even more. “Like what?”

  “Don’t play stupid, Stallworth. You know what.”

  Fuck. My last name from her lips again.

  I stroked my cock over my shorts. “I really don’t.”

  “Seriously? I’ve never sent a guy a picture of my boobs before.”

  Really?

  I took her as being more adventurous. Score a new first for Matty.

  “Well, they are incredible, if I do say so myself.”

  “Why, thank you.”

  I smiled. “So what’d you do? Go hide out in the office to pull up your shirt?”

  “Oh my God.”

  I imagined her biting her lip and smiling on the phone.

  “What? It’s a legit question.”

  “I’m shaking my head at you right now.”

  “You’re smiling, too.”

  She chuckled. “Am not.”

  “You’re a bad liar.”

  “Maybe I did it in the middle of the store. And maybe there were customers with their backs to me.”

  She fell right into my plan and tried to turn the tables—get the upper hand. “Yeah, right.”

  “Maybe I was in the office.”

  I snickered.

  “I’m crazier than you think.”

  “You’re sexier than you think, too.”

  She paused. “Don’t act like you know me, Stallworth.”

  Her words made my cock ache something fierce and I freed him from captivity while nervously glancing to the door. “What are you wearing anyway? Besides the bra. I know what it looks like now.”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

  “That’s why I asked.”

  Her breathing got a little heavier into the phone. “You are bad. I shouldn’t be doing this at work.”

  “You started it.”

  She laughed. “You’re right. I did. But I figured you’d call me later tonight or something, not while I was at work.”

  “Well, you were wrong. Now give up the details, Martin.”

  Her voice morphed to a whisper. A sexy fucking whisper. “Levi’s and a Grateful Dead tee.”

  “A form-fitting tee? It looked like it, but it was all bunched up in my photo.”

  “You’re all about specifics, aren’t you?”

  I grinned. “Oh yes. Is it tie-dyed?”

  “Yes.”

  “I like your bra. It’s sexy as fuck.”

  “God, are you staring at my chest on your phone?”

  “You’re damn right I am. Every second I’m not talking into it.” It was time to amp things up a notch. I cut her off when she started to speak. “I have my cock in my hand, too.”

  “Jesus.” The word came out on an exhale. “You do not.”

  “Want to see?”

  I couldn’t help myself and it was a stupid, stupid idea. Dick pics were a big no with my PR people. So many famous people were busted left and right for sending them, from musicians to athletes to politicians.

  “It’s a good thing you’re so far away right now.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “Because you make my head spin and all rationality just flies out the window.”

  “Oh yeah? Getting a little aroused over there, Martin?”

  I stroked my cock a few times thinking about Kelsey in her outfit and the things I would do to her.

  “Aroused? Are you kidding me?”

  “What?”

  “I was wet the second I saw your number pop up on my phone. We’ve moved past aroused. I’m pretty sure I’d just bend over the counter and let you do whatever you wanted to me at this point.”

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  My hand sped up on my cock and my breathing shallowed.

  “Umm, shit. Did I really just say that out loud?”

  “Yeah,” I groaned. I didn’t mean to groan; it was involuntary.

  “You really are holding your dick, aren’t you?”

  “Umm, after what you just told me, I’m doing more than holding it.”

  “Jesus, Matt, this isn’t a good idea. We should stop.”

  “We?” I grinned. “You’re touching yourself, aren’t you?”

  “I can’t fucking stop.” Her words were hot and needy.

  “Go somewhere private, now.”

  Footsteps beat in my ear like Kelsey had taken off running. I swiped to the camera on my phone and took a picture of my rock-hard cock in my hand, then sent it to her without thinking through any repercussions. I had zero fucks to give right now.

  A door closed and Kelsey whispered, “Are you there?”

  “Yes.”

  “I feel so dirty doing this, and excited at the same—oh my God!”

  “Get my picture?”

  She moaned into the phone this time. “Mmm-hmm.”

  I worked my pants off my legs and listened to her heavy exhales while stroking my cock up and down slowly.

  “What are you doing, Kelsey?”

  “Circling my clit over my panties, thinking about you and your cock.”

  My balls tightened, already threatening to release the tension.

  “Slide them down and touch yourself.”

  “Okay.”

  “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “God, everything.”

  “You want me to lick you first? Tease your clit with my tongue?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “My cock is so fucking hard while I think about tasting you.”

  “Jesus.”

  “Are you standing by a wall?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Bend over against it and reach back to touch your pussy.”

  I heard some rustling and then her heavy breaths returned to the phone. “You’re demanding.”

  “Goddamn right I am.” I pumped my cock a couple more times, imagining her bent over
against the wall. Why the fuck did I go on vacation? “Imagine me behind you with my face buried in your pussy, tonguing your clit from behind.”

  “Oh my God, Stallworth. I’m not going to last long with your filthy orders.”

  “Don’t come yet.”

  “I’m trying, but it’s kind of hard when you’re licking my pussy from behind.”

  I smiled. “Stop touching yourself and smack your ass, then dig your fingernails in.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because it’s what I’d do right before I shoved my cock inside you.”

  The static from her breathing took over my ear, and I heard a thwack, and then an even louder moan.

  “You want me to fuck you, Kelsey?”

  “Mmm-hmm.”

  I wasn’t sure if she could even talk at this point.

  “Jesus, if I were there I’d grab a handful of your hair and tease your clit with the head of my cock. Then tell you I need to hear an answer.”

  Kelsey gasped and managed to get a few words out. “God, please pull my hair.”

  “And what else?”

  “Whatever you—fuck, I just want your cock. Right now.”

  “You gonna come on my dick when I fuck you up against that wall?”

  She groaned, loud. “Yes, please. I need it, now.”

  My hand was a blur, pumping my cock like a madman. “Pull your hair and smack your ass while you come all over my dick.”

  “Jesus, Stallworth. I can’t wait—”

  A ringtone went off in my ear and I jolted, dropping my phone to the bed. Kelsey moaned out her orgasm as my hands scrambled for my phone and I fumbled it around.

  Ethan’s face with his Snapchat filter filled the front screen.

  That motherfucker!

  I hit the decline button and shoved the phone back to my ear right as Kelsey came down from her orgasm.

  “Holy. Shit. Stallworth, that was—no words. Did you get off, too?”

  My jaw tightened. “No.”

  “Wait, what? Hang on.”

  I heard her zip up her pants.

  “What do you mean you didn’t get off, too?”

  “Ethan tried to call right in the middle of your big O, and I dropped my phone on the bed.”

  A muffled laugh fell in my ear and I could tell she was trying not to snicker and covering her mouth with her hand.

  A text flashed across the screen.

  Ethan: Quit stroking Aiden’s meaty dick. I need to talk about your contract.

  I looked down at my deflated cock and shook my head.

  “I’m sorry. I’m trying not to laugh.”

  “It’s okay. You’re taken care of, right?”

  Ethan was a fucking dead man.

  “Are you kidding me? It was the second best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  We both sat there for a second in silence, and it was almost awkward.

  “I really shouldn’t stroke your ego like that.”

  “You should stroke that, and also—”

  “It was okay, Stallworth. You know, normal. Average.”

  I chuckled.

  “Seriously, though, you are a naughty boy.”

  “Please, like you didn’t want it.”

  “Maybe.”

  “I really do need to call Ethan back. We’re not finished with this, though.”

  “I got what I needed. You go handle your business.”

  I shook my head. “Have a good afternoon at work.”

  “Oh, it’s going to be a wonderful day—now.” She laughed.

  “Can I call you later, asshole?”

  “Yes, dickhead, but hang out with your friend. I don’t want to take you away from whatever you’re doing.”

  “Sounds good.”

  “Bye.”

  I sighed. “Bye.”

  Guilt pounded my stomach the second I hung up the phone. Kelsey served as a brief break from reality, and then it all always crashed back into me the second she left. Ethan needed to talk about my contract. Why? Had something changed?

  I rolled over on my side and my balls ached like a motherfucker. At least I’d gotten Kelsey off before he called. I pressed his stupid face on my phone.

  Three rings and he answered.

  “It’s about fucking time.”

  “I’m going to kick the shit out of you.”

  Ethan laughed. “Whoa. What’d I do?”

  I started to say and then stopped. Would Kelsey approve of me telling people about her sneaking off to some office closet or something and rubbing one out while on the phone with me? Most likely not.

  “I can’t say, but you fucked it up.”

  “Well, I’m truly sorry for your misfortune, Matthew. I have a pressing matter.”

  I sat up on the side of the bed and my feet hit the floor. “Don’t get all condescending. What’s up?”

  “The contract. We’ve had some changes.”

  “What kind of changes?”

  “The Yankees. They upped it to four twenty-five.”

  I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Any other player in the league would be dancing around their room at that very moment, and yet it was like a knife plunged deeper into my stomach. All I could think about was my friends, and the fans, and my teammates, and my nephews—and then right smack in the middle was Kelsey in a Grateful Dead shirt and Levi’s, smiling at me.

  “Matty, you there?”

  “Yeah, yeah, sorry. Four twenty-five? Still twelve years?”

  “Yep.”

  I shook my head for a quick second.

  “They want an answer soon. Fuckers are impatient over there.”

  “I just—I don’t know right now.”

  “I know. Doesn’t need to be today.”

  “Okay.”

  “But Matty?”

  “Yeah.”

  “We do need to figure out something pretty soon. It’s not good for you to stew over this for a super-long time.”

  “I need to set up some meetings with my charities and see how their numbers are and all that business-type shit. Can you help me with it?” It was an excuse to buy me some time. I was certain he knew it, too.

  “Of course. Whatever you need.”

  I let out another long exhale. “Okay, thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. Go have fun on your trip. Tell Aiden I said what’s up and sorry I couldn’t make it, and that he’s a ten-ton bitch of a man.”

  I chuckled. “I will.”

  —

  I took a swig from a bottle of Bud Light and glanced over. Aiden pretty much ate half a piece of pizza in one bite.

  “Better take it easy with that.”

  “Don’t you worry about me. I know how to handle my shit.”

  I laughed and looked at the television. SportsCenter played on the screen but I was far too distracted to even process what was going on.

  Aiden kept looking over at me and then he finally said something. “You all right? You seem distracted.”

  My head spun toward him and I stared blankly. “Huh? What? I mean, no, I’m fine.”

  “Is it the girl?”

  Fuck it, I had to get the shit off my chest. Keeping it all buried was driving me up the fucking wall. “Yes. No. Man, it’s just—it’s a lot of shit.”

  “Right. So you want to give me a clue? You still stewing over the contract stuff?”

  I waved him off. “Nah, man. I don’t want to bother you anymore with my shit.”

  “Pfft. We’re friends, man. That’s the kinda shit friends do. Don’t be ridiculous.”

  “Well, fine. So, there’s Kelsey, yes.”

  Aiden’s eyes widened and he grinned. “And?”

  I looked away. “Yanks upped their offer.”

  “No shit? I swear the money you white dudes get for that sport is sick.”

  I turned back to his huge shit-eating grin. Not smiling back was impossible. “Yeah, blocking is a tough gig.” I nodded to the whole pizza that sat next to him.

  “It’s an excruciatin
g life, Matty. It truly is.”

  We both burst into laughter.

  “So what’d they offer?”

  “It was four hundo for twelve years, now it’s four twenty-five.”

  Aiden shot up straight in his seat. “Million?”

  I nodded.

  “But Texas is home. That’s where you belong and shit.”

  “I know.” I dropped my head into my hands.

  “Well, what did they offer you?”

  “Three hundred for ten.”

  “Jesus. But I mean, that’s where your lady is.”

  “She’s not technically my lady, but—”

  “Stop fuckin’ around. She’s your lady. Don’t gimme that shit.” He stood up and paced back and forth in front of me.

  I saw the gears spinning in his head while he processed all the information I’d just given him. “So, the fans. They won’t be happy, right? You’ll look like you sold out for the dollars.”

  “Yep.”

  “But that’s way more money than the Rangers offered. Like way more. Even when you even it out per year.”

  “You are correct, sir.”

  “And you know that’s probably their top dollar. I mean, you have E negotiating your shit and they know that. He’s not an agent to be fucked with.”

  “God bless him, that is also true.”

  “That money can set up your family for, like, ever and shit, though. I mean, I know we’re seen as greedy-ass overpaid athletes and shit, but that’s like family-tree-changing money. Like redwood family-tree-changing.” He snapped his fingers. “Oh shit, and your charities and stuff, too.” He walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. “Fuck, bro. I can see why this is eating you up.”

  “It’s okay. Really. It’s my shit and this is supposed to be a fun—”

  Aiden stood up straight and scowled. “No. Naw, no, hell no, Matty. You, me, E—we’re family. This isn’t just a you problem. It’s a we problem. When one of us is hurting, we all hurt. And I know you don’t want to live in New York and play for the Yankees.”

  “So what do you think I should do?”

  He put his hands on his hips and sighed. “Well, what did Ethan say?”

  I chuckled.

  Aiden smiled back. “Dude, he’s the business guru. You hear the business side from that dude, then you come to me for the emotional advice. That’s how this family here works.”

  It was impossible to not feel better with Aiden around.

  “He told me to take less than the Rangers offered.”