The Problem with Sports

by M. E. Clayton

  “Red, or course,” she scoffed.

  “Of course,” I laughed. I poured her a glass and did the same for myself. I served her before taking a seat and serving myself.

  “Everything looks perfect, Nate,” she said, and my chest kicked as she called me Nate.

  “Good,” I said. “I’m glad.”

  Then she eyed me. “Did you cook this or did your Mom stop by?”

  I barked out a laugh. “I cooked it,” I assured her. “My mom was a stay-at-home mother, but she felt men needed to know how to wash a dish just as much as they needed to know how to mow a lawn.”

  “Your mom sounds awesome.”

  I shook my head. “The woman’s batshit crazy.”

  Chapter 15

  Andrea~

  Screw taking it slow.

  Dinner had been perfect. The conversation had been perfect. The entire date had been perfect.

  Nathan had told me all about his brothers and parents and how he got to become a professional baseball player. He retold stories that had me laughing until my sides were hurting. A lot of them had included his brothers when they were younger, but there were some from his playing days. He had told me all about how Sergio had become his best friend and how he absolutely adored Sergio’s family.

  I had ended up telling him all about my parents and brother, and how Justin now owned and operated the family bar, while my parents were living up the retired life. I had told him all about being a book editor and how I’ve written a couple of books myself. I had also told him all about Rachel and her family and how they were like my second family.

  We had ended the evening’s conversations with Grant and his condition. To my surprise, Nathan had read up on interstitial lung disease, and he had asked questions as if he were truly interested in what needed to be done for Grant. It had been sweet and my complete undoing.

  Why my undoing you ask?

  Because the night was wrapping up and I wanted nothing more than to jump this gorgeous, generous, entertaining lunatic.

  Knowing Nathan wouldn’t say no if I offered up my body had me really, really re-thinking one-night stands and reevaluating just how bad an idea it might be to jump my neighbor. While everything I had told Steven was true in regard to if a relationship with Nathan went south, I still knew this was dangerous territory I was embarking on. I wanted my decision to be a confident one. I didn’t want it made because I was horny as hell, plain and simple. It’s been over two years, and my body was craving what it knew Nathan Hayes could do for it.

  Then I inwardly cringed at the thought of throwing myself at him on the first date. Nathan was probably used to women throwing themselves at him with no shame, and here I was, contemplating doing the same.

  I’d be just like all those other women who chased famous dick.

  I jumped out of my seat. “Uh, this was great,” I muttered. “Do…do you need help with the dishes or cleaning up? I can-” I stopped talking and reached for my plate and wine glass.

  Nathan stood up and walked over, placing his hand on my wrist. “Put it down,” he said warily. “I can clean up.”

  I refused to look at him. “But I can help,” I insisted. “It’s not fair for you to cook and clean.” I went to pull my arm away, but his hand tightened around my wrist.

  “Andie, is everything okay?”

  “Yeah, yep, yes,” I stuttered like a fool. “It’s just getting late and all. We should clean up and I should probably go.”

  Nathan let go of my wrist but took the plate and wine glass from my hands. After he set them back down on the table, he said, “It’s not even eight yet.”

  I still refused to look at him, and just kept prattling on. “Early to bed, early to rise, and all that,” I remarked like a loser. “Sleep is the recharging of the soul, you know.”

  “I, uh, didn’t know,” he mumbled all confused.

  “Yeah, so….” I didn’t finish with my nonsense. I started walking towards the front door to grab my purse when a strong hand reached out and wrapped around my arm, stopping me. Resolving myself to stop being a coward, I looked up at him. “I…”

  He regarded me through narrowed eyes. “What’s going on, Andie?”

  This. Was. Embarrassing.

  “I…I just think I bett…better go,” I replied lamely. “It’s getting late.”

  Nathan let go of my arm and his face fell into disappointment. “You didn’t have a good time,” he surmised incorrectly.

  I couldn’t let him think that. “I had a lovely time, Nate,” I told him honestly. “Everything was perfect. Really."

  He didn’t believe me. “Then why are you rushing out of here like you can’t get away from me fast enough?”

  I wanted to lie.

  Christ, how I wanted to lie.

  But I couldn’t.

  “This is so embarrassing,” I mumbled.

  “What is?”

  I stared up at Nathan, and I knew I was going to have to humiliate myself in front of this gorgeous man. He’s been nothing but great all night long, and I truly did have a great time. I couldn’t let him believe I hadn’t.

  “Ifidontgetoutofhererightnowimgoingtojumpyourboneslikeadesperatetramp,” I rushed out like a complete neurotic mess.

  Nathan stilled. “Uh, excuse me?”

  And because my humiliation knew no bounds and was trying to go for the gold, the shamelessness just came pouring out. “I was sitting there, looking at you and realizing what a good time I’ve had, and then those thoughts started giving way to bad thoughts, and then those thoughts started giving way to how you’re probably so used to women throwing themselves at you, I’d just be another tramp on the VIP list of women who’ve just rolled over for you, and I realized I had to get the hell out of here before I became one of those women,” I rushed out, stopping only long enough to take a breath. “And I don’t want to be one of those women, Nate. I like you. I really, really like you, even if you are a bit of a lunatic, so I need to get out of here because, if I don’t, I’m going to go all trampy on you. And it’s been over two years, Nate. Count them. Two. Years. I’m not sure I won’t just go rabid on you, and then what?” He looked like he was going to say something, but I just. Couldn’t. Shut. The. Hell. Up. “I’ll tell you then what. You’ll think I’m nothing but one of them. You’ll think I slept with you for your fame or money because who sleeps with a guy on the first date when she’s been playing hard to get the entire time?” Again, he looked like he wanted to say something, but I didn’t let him. “Women who haven’t had sex in over two years, that’s who. Me, Nate. And that makes me no better than-”

  “Andrea!” he bit out forcefully, and I wanted the ground to swallow me up.

  “Y…yeah?”

  He was looking like he wanted to smile, and if he did, I was going to pack up our condo and move. “I was only hoping for a kiss at the end of the night,” he said, and I knew he was laughing at me on the inside. “But I’m totally all for the jumping portion of the evening.”

  “Nath-”

  He stepped forward and took my face in his hands. “I am dying for you to go all rabid tramp on me, Andie. Literally, dying for it, baby.”

  Oh, Sweet Jesus, he called me baby.

  “Nathan-”

  “And you’re out of your mind if you think I’d ever confuse you for an athlete chaser, Andie,” he continued. “I’ve paid attention these past couple of weeks, and I know you’re nothing like that.”

  “But even if I’m not using you for your fame or money, Nathan, trust me when I say, this first night, I would totally be using you for your body. Two years,” I reminded him.

  “Then use me,” he said roughly before slamming his lips down on mine, and all good intentions not to be a hussy flew out the window. I was going to ride Nathan Hayes into the sunrise.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, but because he was so much taller than I was, he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted me until my legs were anchored around his waist. This made our bodies alig
n better and the kiss deepened as I felt the hardness that was Nathan Hayes rub up against the center of my panties.

  And Holy Mary, Mother of God.

  Do you know what you get when you’re faced with a six-foot-four of conditioned muscle? What I’m guessing to be at least eight to nine inches of hard penis. Nathan’s dick felt like a baseball bat between my opened legs and the metaphor wasn’t lost on me at all.

  His large hands cupping my ass, Nathan broke off the kiss and latched his lips and teeth onto my neck. In between my moans and his nips against my skin, he said, “I’m going to fuck you, good and deep, all night long, Andrea.”

  He called me Andrea, and my heart broke into a rapid tattoo of emotions. This wasn’t casual, where I was Andie and he was Nate. This was going to mean something, and that thought scared the shit out of me.

  But not enough to stop.

  Chapter 16

  Nathan~

  Screw taking it slow.

  My mind was telling me it was too soon to be in love with this woman, but my heart and dick were convinced they were.

  And the fact that she thought sleeping with me on the first night made her a tramp was endearing. I didn’t personally view women that way, but Andie was cute as fuck with her lopsided logic. I was a firm believer that if it was tacky to sleep with a man on the first date, then it was tacky to sleep with a woman on the first night. Men did not have the monopoly on sexual urges.

  I also knew that, while she might think it, she wasn’t using me for my body. If she were all about satisfying her sexual urges, she wouldn’t have gone two years without sex. Hell, she’d still be sleeping with her ex if it were all about scratching the itch. But she’d done neither. So, this was more than sex.

  But I’d already known that.

  She moaned at my filth, so I kept going. “I’m not going to stop until there isn’t a position left that I haven’t fucked you in.”

  “Oh, God,” she breathed, tilting her head to give me more access.

  I walked her towards my bedroom, and I prayed with every step that she wouldn’t change her mind. I wanted my dick buried in this woman more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life. She was pretty close to passing up playing in the MLB in the best things that have ever happened to me.

  And, God, how I wanted to taste her.

  We reached the bedroom and as soon as I laid her on the bed, I dropped to my knees, grabbed her by her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed.

  “Nathan…” Determined not to give her time to change her mind, I spread her legs wide open-thank everything under the sun for the invention of skirts-and started kissing the inside of her left thigh. Her hands slid into my hair. “Oh, God…”

  I hooked her panties to the side because the two seconds it would have taken me to slide her panties down were two seconds too many. I was greeted with a pair of wet, swollen pink lips and my tongue went right to work.

  Fuck.

  She tasted like the best thing I have even eaten in all my life.

  “Oh, God…Nathan…”

  Confident that she wasn’t going to push me away, I grabbed the edges of her panties and pulled my face away from her pussy long enough to pull them down and out of my way. As soon as she was free of them, I placed a hand on the back of each thigh and pushed her legs wide and open as far as I could. I buried my face in her soaked cunt and my tongue couldn’t capture enough of her slick juices.

  “Fuck, baby, you taste delicious,” I growled between strokes of my tongue.

  “That feels so good…” she cooed, and I wanted to crow.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yes…oh, God…”

  My face was becoming drenched but all that did was make my dick harder than steel. My ego pushed aside the glaring fact that she’s been without sex for two years and basked in our talents. I wasn’t going to let logic and facts take away from this moment.

  I slid a finger inside her pussy as I nibbled on that sensitive button of hers, and fuck me running, she was tight. I really had plans on fucking her all night long, but we’d probably only get three times in at the most. She was going to be sore, and I was going to do my best to make her sore.

  A second finger went in, and her hands tightened in my hair. I curled them inward and the second I felt the difference in texture, I played with her while making sure my tongue was licking her everywhere.

  “I’m going to cum, Nathan,” she choked out. “Oh, God…I’m…” I worked her pussy and clit until my name shattered inside the room, and only when her cunt was pulsating around my fingers did I stop.

  I stood up while Andie was catching her breath and I threw off my clothes in record time. Grabbing my pants before they hit the floor, I pulled out my wallet and grabbed the condom that was inside. I had an entire box in the bathroom, but fuck that if I was taking all that time to walk over there and get them. Not right now, at any rate.

  I rolled the condom on and grabbed for Andie as I sat down. I straddle her over dick, and still lethargic from her release, she had trouble holding on.

  I ripped her blouse open, promising to replace it, and when Andie was finally coming to her senses, I said, “I want you to ride me, baby.”

  “Nathan…” she moaned.

  I let the ripped fabric of her blouse hang loose around her as I reached back and unclipped her bra. It was one of those cute ones without straps, so the second I unclipped it, it had fallen on the floor to join my discarded clothing.

  Fuck, her tits were magnificent.

  I leaned in and took one nipple in my mouth as my hand tightened on her hip. Andie’s arms wrapped around the back of my head, and she held me there as I feasted on her heavy, round tits. I was never going to get enough of this woman. I knew it like I knew my name, and I haven’t even slid into her pussy yet.

  I pulled away from her tit and looked into her dazed brown eyes. “Ride my cock, baby.”

  “Nathan…”

  “Reach down, take my cock, and slide it into that tight, wet pussy, baby.” She balanced on her knees and did exactly what I had requested. But when she wrapped her hand around my dick, she froze. “What’s wrong?”

  Her brown eyes widened. “Nathan, I don’t think it’s going to fit,” she mumbled quietly, and if I weren’t dying to get inside her, I’d be basking in this moment, but sliding inside her was the priority here.

  “It’ll fit, Andrea,” I assured her. “Your pussy is so fucking wet, baby, it’s going to slide right in.” I was lying. It was going to be a struggle, but I could possibly die if she changed her mind right now.

  Seriously.

  Die.

  I watched her take a deep breath and I couldn’t stop the groan as she positioned herself over my cock and began to slide down.

  I was never going to let this fucking woman leave my bedroom.

  “Oh, God…” she hissed. “Oh, oh….”

  I held her hips firmly as I told her, “You got this, baby. Ride that cock, Andrea.”

  “It’s so fucking big,” she whimpered, and I was going to propose in the fucking morning.

  “You can take it,” I prayed. “Show me how well you can take my cock.”

  Andie grabbed onto my shoulders, and after the most agonizing seconds of my life, she finally started riding my dick. Slow at first, but soon, Andie was bouncing on my hard dick like she’s been doing it for fucking years.

  “Oh, God…Nathan…yes…”

  My fingers dug into her hips. “Take that cock, baby,” I grunted. “Take what you need.” After all, I wasn’t the one who’s gone two years without sex. I had her on my lap because this was about her, not me. Next time will be about me, and the third time will be about us.

  “You feel so good…” she panted out, and this fucking woman was great for my ego. “I’m going to cum al…already…”

  I laid back and looked up at her as she really started chasing her high. Andie had her hands flat on my chest as she worked her hips over my dick, making me ready to explode
. And because I was about to shoot off, I reached in between our bodies and started playing with her clit. “Cum for me, baby.”

  The most beautiful sight in the world was watching Andrea throw her head back, scream my fucking name, and cum all over me. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and it was over for me. I shot into the condom and it was the first time in my life I resented having to wear one.

  “Nathan…” she moaned before collapsing on my chest, and we stayed like that until my dick softened completely and I had to get rid of the condom.

  After rolling her over, I walked to the bathroom to discard the condom and pull out the box I had in there. Walking back into the bedroom, box of condoms in hand, Andrea was laying across my bed on her stomach, seemingly passed out.

  I set the box on the nightstand, and crawled over her body, kissing my way up her naked form. When I got to her ear, I whispered, “Already out for the count?”

  And I laughed when she came back with, “Nope. Just ready for position number two.”

  Feeling her beneath, I knew I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight.

  I knew this.

  But then, neither was she.

  Chapter 17

  Andrea~

  Pretty sure I was in trouble.

  It was Sunday afternoon, and Grant wasn’t due home for a few more hours yet, so I came over to Rachel’s to spill all the gossip. Charlie had taken their kids, Sarah and Mark, to visits with their grandparents on Charlie’s side. And thank God because after spending Friday night, Saturday, Saturday night, and Sunday morning being dicked down by a very impressive penis and the equally impressive man attached to it, I needed to talk to her.

  Pronto.

  We were sitting outside on the back patio, the weather warm, but not unbearable. The iced tea wasn’t very icy anymore, but we had more important matters to discuss.

  “Wow.”

  “You have no idea,” I exhaled. “I can barely walk, Rach.”

  “Well, I guess it stands to reason,” she said supportively. “He’s a big guy. It’s expected the equipment would be big, too.”