Freestyle 1: A Bad Boy Romance (Action Sports Alphas)
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Authors: Remi Fox
FREESTYLE 1
ACTION SPORTS ALPHAS
REMI FOX
FREESTYLE
1
Copyright© 2015 by Remi Fox
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
Thank you so much for taking the time to read the first book in my
Action Sports Alphas
series. I grew up within the world of extreme sports, and spent much of my childhood and teen years around motocross, freestyle motocross, bmx and any other action sport you can think of. It’s a world that I truly love, and I’m excited to share my action sports romance stories with you! I hope you like
Freestyle 1.
This story was heavily influenced by my life experiences, and I hope you enjoy the ride with Cory and Sam!
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER 1
CORY
“Cory!” the brunette with the fucking bangin’ body squealed as I pulled a black bandana from the dresser and blindfolded her. I’d brought her home from a party last night, I couldn’t remember her name, maybe she hadn’t even told me, who cared. She was one of those moto hos, always hanging around us riders just begging to be
ridden
. We’d already fucked twice, but I planned to get in one more time before I pushed her ass out the door.
“Turn around,” I commanded. She obeyed, pushing up onto her knees on the mattress and swiveling around. I pulled a second bandana out and grabbed both her hands. “Hands on the rail.” She reached her small, trembling hands out and gripped the wrought iron railing on my headboard. I wrapped the second bandana around both her hands and secured them tightly to the rail.
I leaned in close enough to hear that her breathing was already unsteady, she shifted back and forth nervously on her knees, anxiously awaiting me. “You want my cock, baby?” I inched in even closer and let my rock hard cock rub against her smooth ass cheek. She moaned in response and bit down on her bottom lip while pressing her body backwards into me.
“Don’t move unless I tell you to.” I warned. I pulled back and she let out a frustrated sigh. I reached out and gave her butt cheek a stinging slap. She moaned in response. “You like that huh, baby?” I spanked her again, leaving a light pink mark on her perfect skin. She stuck her ass out farther, waiting for more attention.
I leaned back into her and rubbed the moist tip of my dick down over her ass crack, stopping between her thighs right behind her pussy. A shiver went through her body. I moved my lips right next to her ear. “Are you ready for me, baby? Is that pussy wet for me?”
She sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. “Yes! Please fuck me. I’m dying to have you in me.” Her ass wiggled against me, causing my cock to throb more.
I reached my right hand around her tight, little body and slid it down her stomach to her pussy. My fingers slid through the creamy moisture of her sex. “You are so fucking wet.” I groaned. I pulled my hand back up and coaxed my soaking fingers into her mouth. She moaned as her skilled tongue erotically licked and sucked on my fingers. The feeling caused more pre-cum to drip from the tip of my erection.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled my hand away and climbed off the bed. I reached over and grabbed a condom from the top of my dresser. I rolled it on and crawled back over the bed on my knees. She was sticking her ass out as far as possible now. Waiting for my assault. I grabbed her thighs and scooted them back and spread them apart. I reached between them and lightly ran my fingers over her wet, sensitive pussy, coaxing out even more moisture. I wrenched her ass out toward me even farther and took a firm hold of her hips as I slid my more than ready cock into her. As soon as my dick penetrated her she cried out with pleasure. Her head fell forward as she took each of my thrusts, meeting them with her own movement. I kept one hand planted on her hip and reached forward with the other to grab her long, dark hair. My hand pulled her head straight back.
As her head tilted back she cried out, “Fuck, Cory, that feels so fuuucking good.”
I let her hair go and reached my hand around to her clit. I rubbed it in rhythm with the thrusts of my cock. In a matter of moments, I felt her pussy clench around my cock and her entire body pulsed with a raging orgasm. I picked up my pace, jamming in harder and harder, and after a few more moments I groaned with my release. I pulled out and collapsed down on the mattress. The girl was still hanging from her bound hands in exhaustion.
She was still breathing heavily. “Uh, can you untie me now?”
I glanced up at her, a mischievous smirk on my face—not that she could see my expression. “I think I’ll keep you just like that. I’m enjoying the view.”
“What? You can’t do that! Come untie me,” she pleaded.
I laughed. “Okay, fine.” I sat up and reached over to untie her blindfold first then her wrists. She slumped down on the bed and let out a long sigh as her eyelids fluttered shut.
“I hate to cut the party short, but I’ve got to go in a few minutes. Which means, you’ve got to go.” I swung my leg over the side of the bed and stood up. “It’s been fun, babe.” I winked to her as I headed to the bathroom to get ready.
CHAPTER 2
SAM
My phone buzzed across the countertop as I added the last touches of mascara to my eyes. I closed the tube of blackest black makeup and tossed it in the drawer before glancing down at the new message from Jessie on my screen.
Jessie and I had been best friends since the third grade, back when bonds were formed solely based on your soccer team during recess, and boys were only known for the cooties they carried. A lot had changed since then, friends had come and gone and countless boys had gained and subsequently lost their allure, but our bond had always remained strong. Jessie had just turned 23 the week before and my turn was coming up quickly. She had guilted me into going to some off-road, dirt filled bro fest with her. She’d put on her big sad puppy dog eyes and pleaded, ‘C’mon it’s for my birthday. I promise you’ll have fun, and there will be tons of hot guys there.’ Now, Jessie and I had very differing definitions of ‘hot guys’, which was probably one of the reasons we’d always gotten along so well—no guys to fight over, but I’d agreed to join her.
I grabbed my purse off the dresser and took one last glance at my hair in the mirror that overhung it. I’d just had my hair done the day before, and although I didn’t particularly like drawing attention to myself, I loved how the platinum blonde color shone in my reflection. I spun around and headed out.
Jessie’s lifted, white pickup truck sat parked on the front curb and she yelled out to me through the open window. “Damn girl, I told you that skirt would be perfect on you!”
I uncomfortably pulled the black mini skirt that Jessie had lent me down as far as possible, which wasn’t very far, before jumping up into the passenger seat. I shifted in the seat, tugging on the hem again. “I don’t know how you wear these all the time, Jess. I feel like I might as well have just forgone the clothing altogether. Could have just worn my panties.”
She smiled at me and let out her contagiously bright laugh. “Well, that’s also an option. I can assure you that you wouldn’t be the only one walking around in booty shorts.”
I playfully rolled my eyes at her. “Great. What the hell kinda place are you taking me to?”
She leaned forward and turned the ignition. The truck roared to life. “I promise it will be fun. Katie just sent me a text and she said the freestyle moto guys are going to be putting on a demo in an hour or so.”
Jessie had always been the partier, the wild girl who everyone knew and loved. I, on the other hand, was much more reserved and well, for lack of a better word, tame. About a year ago, she had gotten a job as a spokes model for an energy drink company, and she loved everything about the lifestyle she led. While she traveled around wearing teeny tiny outfits and partying, I spent my time working in a local bookstore. I think the fact that we were so different was what had made our relationship so strong. We’d been through what felt like everything together over the years, and our diverse tastes did nothing more than expand each other’s scope of life. So while I’d never really watched motocross before, I had to admit I was sort of excited for the new experience.
“Cool. I’d love to see that live.”
Her grin widened as she stepped on the gas and pulled out onto the highway. “One of the guys, Josh, he’s so sexy, I swear even you are going to melt when you see him.” She gushed on about how magnificent this ‘Josh’ guy was. “I definitely wouldn’t mind him throwing me up against a wall.”
I laughed. “Jeeze, way to be subtle. No wonder you always wear these tiny ass skirts, now I get it.”
“Hey!” She scrunched her face up at me in pretend irritation then nodded as she faced back toward the road. “Trust me. When you see this guy, you’re going to be thinking the same exact thing.”
I smiled. “I’ve got some pretty high expectations now. I hope he can live up to them.”
CHAPTER 3
CORY
“Hey, bro,” Chad walked up and we bumped fists. “Looked like you had a good time last night. I saw you leaving with that brunette dime piece.” He gave me a nod of approval.
I couldn’t contain the cocky smile that appeared on my face. “Sure as fuck did. Had three great times, in fact.”
Chad reached out for another fist bump. “Props, dude, props.” He walked off toward the registration booth.
I stepped up into the back of the rig and unhooked my bike, throwing the tie-downs off to the side. I gripped the handlebars and guided my motorcycle backwards down the ramp and out of the trailer. The stand was already waiting next to the line of bikes. I wheeled mine over and heaved it up onto the aluminum stand.
Mike, our manager approached with his clipboard in hand. “Hey, Steele, time for the track walk.” He glanced down at the schedule on his board. “You guys are up in forty-five minutes.”
“All right, boss, I’ll head over there right now.”
There were already fans sitting in the grandstands as I entered the stadium. I saw Josh, The Commander, standing at the base of a kicker. He’d been in the freestyle moto game longer than any of us, and he knew his shit. His experience and skills had earned him the nickname ‘Commander’.
I gave him a head nod as I approached. “How’s it goin’, Commander?”
He looked up and returned my nod. “Steele, good, bro. The track looks all set.” We stood in silence scoping out the various jumps for a few minutes. Josh gave me a slight nod as he spun around and walked off. I walked the track on my own for a few more minutes and headed back to the rig to get ready. The course looked pretty sick, I was going to be able to stick with my planned lineup.
CHAPTER 4
SAM
After almost an hour on the road, Jessie finally pulled off and turned into a huge parking lot. The sign at the entrance read ‘Fairground Parking Only’. She whipped her giant truck around into a tiny spot near the front of the lot and threw it into park.
“We’re here!” She squealed enthusiastically.
Through the windshield, I could see a chain link fence surrounding a ton of trucks with trailers. Each of the large trailers seemed to don a different colorful logo. Beyond all of the vehicles there was a stadium surrounded by sections of grandstands. Hundreds of people lined the metal benches but I couldn’t see what they were all watching.
I glanced over at Jessie. She was applying a fresh layer of lip gloss and ensuring her teased hair was still perfect in the rearview mirror. Satisfied with her appearance, which was flawless, as usual, she turned to me. “Let’s go meet our future boyfriends!”
“You mean
your
future boyfriends,” I corrected her.
Jess shook her head at me with her usual air of confidence. “Nope, I mean
ours
.”
