Balls: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (A Cruz Boys Novel Book 1) (23 page)

Nope.

I was no longer employed, which worked out well because it was a full-time job keeping Leo from falling into a deep depression.

Deeper depression.

He sat in his underwear in the living room watching TV. A new TV. A mound of pillows on the ottoman kept his right leg elevated.

He’d graduated to being able to walk around with crutches yesterday and I was hoping that would improve his mood.

No such luck.

He was all doom and gloom.

I wasn’t feeling particularly rosy either.

We hadn’t had sex more than a handful of times since the day of the injury.

At first, it was because the slightest movement had him twisted up in pain. But even when he was able to be carted around in a wheelchair, my every advance was met with blank disinterest.

He wasn’t mean about it.
 

He just wasn’t there. The Leo I knew was buried so deep I began to fear I’d never see him again.

“You hungry?” I asked. “I could make a sandwich or something.”

“Nah,” he said. He didn’t even turn his head to acknowledge me. He stared blankly at the screen watching a soccer game.

Fortunately, it wasn’t the Spanish national team. They’d played once since his injury and he had been an absolute bear the rest of the day.

“Come on,” I said. “You skipped breakfast and it’s past lunchtime. You need to eat.”

“Nah.”

That was my life lately. Trying to communicate with a monosyllabic mask of a man.

And I was fed up to higher than I could reach with it.

I stepped into his vacant line of sight and he stared impassively like it didn’t matter.

“I won’t let you waste away, Leo.”

He turned his head and looked out the window at the harbor and the city of Barcelona beyond. A city that mourned for his loss and rooted for his recovery, if he would just listen.

But I knew better than anyone, listening wasn’t his strong suit.

Words weren’t going to get to him.

Unless they were the right words. The right words that went along with the right actions. I needed actions that could bypass words and connect with him on a level that couldn’t be ignored.

An idea came to me. Something scary and thrilling.

Something that might break through to him.

I walked over to a drawer and grabbed the pair of scissors we used to change his dressing each day.

I marched over and knelt in front of him.

He’d already resumed his zombie devotion to the game.

I gently slid his left leg to the side and scooted between his legs.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his eyes still glued to the screen.

“Don’t mind me,” I said. “Watch your game.”

I pulled the elastic band of his underwear out and angled the scissors to get at it.

“Stop,” he said. “Just stop it.”

I held the scissors like a knife.

“Leonardo Cruz, God help me, I will stab you in the eye if you don’t sit there and shut up!”

I was not taking no for an answer!

He rolled his eyes and went back to watching the game.

Good.

I sliced through his cotton underwear and peeled away the fabric covering his limp, and yet still massive, cock.

I picked it up like a length of rope and gave it a little tug.

“Alex, please,” he said.

I jabbed the air in front of his face with the scissors.

“I’m not kidding, Leo. Shut your mouth and watch the game.”

He exhaled deeply and did as he was told.

I lifted his member and leaned down to lick his balls. He had a big set of balls. I wasn’t usually into balls to be honest, but this pair was unlike any other.

This pair made a baby inside me. These balls were mine.

I tongued and bobbled them around in my mouth. After a few minutes of focused attention, his lifeless cock twitched.

That was a hopeful sign. The flatlined patient showing signs of life.

I spat in my hand and stroked his shaft.
 

A familiar, delicious warmth stirred between my thighs. It had been such a stupid forever since I’d been stretched by his girth. Okay, only a few days, but that felt like forever.

He was going to satisfy me one way or another. I wasn’t a quitter.

His cock slowly took on its more familiar shape. Big and strong. Hard as stone.

I stroked him and tongued his balls. The musky scent of his manhood filled my lungs.

My core squeezed tight and wetness soaked through my panties.

I slipped my mouth around the flared head and sucked him into my throat. I held his shaft at the base with one hand and massaged his balls with the other.

I slid all the way down, taking him onto my tonsils. I gagged and choked and still didn’t let up.

He liked seeing me work for it. His hand ran through my hair and cupped the back of my head.

“Oh, God, Alex.”

I backed off and let him pop out like a finger popping the inside of your cheek.

“Keep your hands at your sides,” I said. “And your eyes on the game. I’ve already told you that. Don’t make me say it again.”

Flickering coals burned in his eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I took him back into my mouth and made sure every millimeter was licked clean like it would soon be received by the Queen of England at a high-society luncheon.

A few more minutes of attention and I had that beautiful cock straining with tight skin.

I stood up and took a few steps back, making sure he still had a clear line of sight to the screen.

His eyes darted to me.

“Eyes on the game!”

I slipped out of my tank top and shorts and let them drop to the floor. I unclasped my bra and dropped it as well. I was seriously going to have to invest in the next size up in the near future.

I rubbed the growing bump of my belly and slid my hand down into my panties.

Leo stared between my legs.

I could let him peek for a second.

I plunged a finger inside and brought it out, all wet and glistening with my juices.

His stiff cock bobbed in the air.
 

I had his attention.

But I wanted more than his attention.

I wanted to give him something special, something to pull him up from the depths. I wanted to give him a part of me that I’d never given to anyone.

I wiggled out of my panties and let them drop to my ankles. There was more of me to wiggle lately.

Leo’s expression couldn’t have been a bigger turn-on. The heat in his heavy gaze was evidence enough of his attraction. Besides, his giant rock-hard cock was a pretty strong signal, too.

I slipped a finger between my engorged petals and gathered the wetness there. I slid it out and adventured deeper between my thighs.

I never figured myself for a girl who would finger her own
back there
. But desperate times called for desperate fingers. And the way Leo’s eyes followed my every move made me feel like the sexiest woman alive.

I pressed my fingertip against the tight muscle and shivered as the oddest sensation sparked in my belly. I breathed deep and slow trying to relax down there.

The muscle eased open and my finger pushed inside. I pushed deeper in, all the way to the top knuckle.

Leo’s cock jerked in midair. It looked like it was about to explode off his balls. Like it was a two-stage rocket ready to leave the balls behind.

“You want to fuck this?” I asked.

He nodded yes.

I slowly slid my finger in and out of my bottom.

“Tell me what you want to do,” I said.

He swallowed hard and the first few words croaked out, so husky and deep I could barely understand them.

“I want to get inside that ass,” he said. “I want to bury my cock so deep you feel it in your throat.”

He reached down and started to stroke it.

I yanked my finger out and squirmed as a wiggly feeling in my belly made me wetter.

I gathered more wetness and guided it backward. I plunged a finger in more easily this time, now that I knew what to expect.

“What else do you want to do?”

His strong hand throttled his shaft.

“I want to come inside you, baby. I want to fill you with my hot seed.”

My body trembled, partly from the sensation of my probing finger and partly from his words.

From the power and longing behind those words.

I slowly worked another finger in beside the first. I cupped my heavy breasts with my other hand and pinched my aching nipples.

Whoa. I was getting myself off.

I massaged my backside gradually opening it wider, preparing for something it had never known.

I pulled both fingers out and swept more juices back over the more relaxed muscle. I approached Leo and turned around facing away.

His hands immediately grabbed my hips.

“I need that ass, Alex,” he said in a gruff voice.

Was I ready for this?

Exploring my sexuality with Leo felt so natural, like the sun and the moon moving forever together.

He backed me up and centered himself below me. He pulled me down until I felt the broad head come up against my bottom.

Whoa.

Seriously, whoa.

I wanted to run and hide. Call the whole thing off like it was a joke.

Frozen tingles made the hairs on my arm stand on end.

He slowly lowered my hips, waiting for my resistance to relax. I gently rotated my hips back and forth and around like a belly dancer giving the most private lesson.

I relaxed and eased down.

Leo groaned. “Oh fuck, Alex. Your ass is so good.”

I might’ve responded but all the air had fled out of my lungs. It was like my body realized there was only so much space inside and it had to make room.

With a patience born from fear, I slowly worked up and down his cock, bit by bit dropping lower until I felt like I was about to explode with fullness. The overwhelming sense of fullness made it hard to feel anything else.

He filled me completely.

I grabbed his shaft, realizing with a shock that he was barely halfway in.

It was unpleasant at first. But soon it felt good in an strange way. Feeling his hot breath blowing on my back, knowing he felt such ecstasy drove me crazy.

My pussy dripped wetness and I spread it down his shaft and around the tight ring of our connection.

He reached around my waist and put his finger right on my engorged button. He slowly massaged it back and forth as I throttled him in and out. He sandwiched my clit between two fingers and massaged it up and down.

“Come for me, baby,” he said. “Squeeze that ass so tight and come on my balls.”

His fingers on my clit drove me harder and faster. I slid up and down his pole while he teased my sensitive nub.

My thighs quaked. My pussy squeezed tight, begging to get its share of attention. It could beg all it wanted, but there was no way there was room for more.

An earthquake rolled through me, pushing me towards the beautiful beyond. It was all I could do to hold on.

“Fuck me, Leo. Come inside my little ass.”

My bottom was technically not all that little anymore, but the part he was penetrating sure was.

“Okay, baby,” he said. “Okay. I’m gonna come.”

He wasn’t the only one.

He vibrated my tingling nub as he hammered into me.

“Me too,” I said. “Me too.”

He slammed me down all the way to the base of his shaft and my body ignited. My torso contracted around his shaft and a flood of ecstasy rushed through me. I couldn’t feel my limbs because they didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the coming and the quaking in my core.

His shaft throbbed and hot jets exploded inside me. I held his balls and felt them pull tight as he blasted his seed again and again.

We came so hard together I thought we’d have security busting down the door from all the yelling.

At last my shaking limbs felt strong enough to be useful and I gently raised myself off his spent rod. I flopped down on the cushy couch next to him.

Leo’s hand traced my leg and cupped over my belly. He rubbed the bump and our baby inside.

“Thank you, baby,” he said. “Thank you for saving me.”

Leonardo

You’d think claiming Alex’s butt would’ve been enough to snap me out of it. That greedy thing sucked me so dry I had to drink ten gallons of water to feel normal again.

She blew my mind.

I woke up.

Things were better.

But a week passed and I started feeling the downward pull again.

Tottering around on crutches with nothing much to do wasn’t a game plan that was ever going to make me happy. Not with the days zipping by and me not out on the field with my team.

Reconstructive surgery went well and the ligaments were solid enough for me to move around, but that was about it. Any attempt at physical exercise would’ve torn apart the healing tissue.

And to top it all off, I was officially missing my second game for the Spanish national team today.

I stared at the leg brace enveloping my right leg and wondered why I hadn’t gotten a call from Hollywood yet. I’d be the perfect Terminator. More metal than muscle.

“Want a beer?” Alex asked as she walked into the living room.

“Yeah, sure.”

I zoned out, watching the brand new eighty-inch flat screen. The other one needed replaced anyway, especially after I separated it into a hundred pieces.

The Spanish national team, my team, played through the closing minutes of the game. The score was tied zero to zero. That upstart Martinez played my position up front.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t look like a total sack of shit.

He was no Lion of Spain.

But he wasn’t the Rodent of Estonia, either.

I’d muted the TV after the first few minutes because the commentators were bugging the piss out of me.

It was all, “Martinez is looking good. Martinez this and Martinez that.”

With the exception of a passing comment wondering if I’d ever play again, my name hadn’t come up again.

Total bullshit.

But I didn’t want to have to buy a new TV so I muted it.