Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (16 page)

My gasps were muffled as I took Steven into my mouth. As I worked him with my mouth like a longtime lover who cared about him intensely, Rick stopped pushing into me. He pulled out then pushed in again, fucking me with that gigantic and fabulous cock. To change it up a bit, I took my mouth off of Steven and pressed it flat against his chest, exposing his cleanly shaven balls.

I stuck out my pink, wet tongue and ran it over the wrinkled flesh. He smelled fresh, like soap and sunshine. Every time I touched his balls, his cock twitched in my hand as I continued to press it against his chest. Rick was fucking me faster, pushing my body forward with each thrust. After paying attention to his nut-sack for a few seconds, I slid my lips back to his shaft.

At the top, I slipped the tip back into my mouth. He groaned as his cock throbbed between my lips. The harder Rick fucked me from behind, the more forcefully I sucked Steven. All three of us were moaning and breathing quickly. Our bodies were in synch as we pleasured each other. My orgasm built up. I was ready to burst.

The base of Steven’s cock twitched. I knew what was coming next. Him. I kept my mouth over the head as he moaned and spilled his seed. At the same time, Rick hit just the right spot, pushing me over the edge. My body shook in pleasure. A moment later, Rick grunted, pulled out, and shot his load onto my back and ass. I looked up with a smile on my face.

“Nikki,” Steven moaned.

I let him slip out of my mouth. Some of his cum dribbled out of the side of my mouth. Giggling, I stuck out my tongue and slurped it back in. Steven and I stared at each other, forgetting Rick completely. All that mattered to me was enjoying the come down and afterglow. For me, that was the best part of sex. With three people it was a little awkward, but I wanted Steven. Only him.

In my mind, doubts about going to California began to form. Rick left the room, closing the door behind him. I hoped he left his pipe and the weed, but I didn’t care as long as I could hang out with Steven a little longer. He was so much older than me. If I was honest, that was what attracted me to him so much. He’d been through life and was ready to settle down.

“Wow,” I said, sitting up before laying down next to him on the bed.

“I agree.”

He put his arm around me as I rested my head on his chest. Snuggled close, everything in my life made sense.
I was wrong about California. Steven is the man for me. He’s so honest, and trustworthy, and hot, and that cock…
I tried to stop thinking and just enjoy the moment, something that was difficult for me at times. After cleaning up in the attached bathroom, we locked the door and got back into bed.

“Do orgies last all night?” I asked.

“The good ones. Let’s sleep.”

“Okay.”

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The next morning, I woke to a knock at the door.

“Hello? You three done?” Maryanne called through the door.

“Yeah, hold on, I said, standing up and stretching before I walked over and unlocked the door.

“You’re done, I see.”

“Yeah, I want to get cleaned up and go,” I said, standing up and stretching.

“Hey, Steven. How you been?” Maryanne asked, walking over to him to the bed.

Suddenly, I realized they knew each other. She had told me she was sleeping with a rich guy, but she never mentioned his name. I couldn’t believe the guy who only took me once on my last day as his babysitter had been fucking my best friend on the side the whole time.

“What the fuck?” I asked him while flashing a look of anger.

“Wait,” he said, standing up, his cock obviously hard under his briefs.

“Can you leave us for a minute, Maryanne?” I asked, glaring in her direction.

She threw up her hands and walked out of the room. I turned back to Steven.

“Again, what the fuck? You’ve been sleeping with her? I thought we had something special.”

“She wasn’t my employee,” he said lamely.

I frowned and shook my head from side to side as I stared at him. Disappointment dripped off my face.

“And you were my employee,” he continued. “It wouldn’t have been right for me to sleep with you.”

“But you knew she was my friend. And you didn’t say anything to me?”

“I liked you and wanted you, but I knew you needed the money.”

I breathed deeply, trying to calm myself. “I can’t deal with this. Goodbye, Steven. I don’t want to ever hear from you again.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted saying them, but there was no taking them back. I got dressed and stormed out of the room. People were still lounging around the main room naked, but I paid them no attention as I headed downstairs. Maryanne saw me and tried to stop me, but I ignored her completely as I went outside. The valet took my ticket and fetched my car.

“You can find your own fucking ride home,” I snapped at her.

She had a look of horror and disgust on her face, but I didn’t care. The betrayal was too much to bear. I had almost second-guessed myself on moving away to California, but my mind was set.
Fuck Steven and Fuck Maryanne,
I thought as I waited for my car. Maryanne stood quietly, knowing better than to try to talk to me in one of my angry moods. When my car arrived, I left her standing outside the mansion.

With forty nine thousand dollars in the bank, I didn’t worry about going back to my apartment to get my clothes or anything. If I did, I had a chance of running into Maryanne. She would probably stay at the orgy mansion or go home with Steven.
I don’t care anymore,
I said to myself as I drove away, heading West. I wasn’t sure where I would end up exactly, but it would be somewhere in California.

The further away I drove, the less I thought about Steven and Maryanne, the two people who had betrayed me. I may have been overreacting a bit, but she was truly a bitch. I didn’t care about her or him anymore. All I could do was put as many miles between me and them as possible. No tears appeared, which made me think maybe my last minute thoughts of being with Steven were wrong.

By the time I made it out of Maine, headed toward Pennsylvania, my mind was made up. The money I’d saved up wouldn’t last forever, but it would set me up with a nice starter apartment somewhere in California. As the miles added up, I became more excited about my adventure.
I’m twenty-one years old, single, and ready to fucking mingle…

Nikki and the Mechanic

I made it to Pennsylvania around five in the evening, about ten hours after I left Maine. I planned to stop in Scranton to find a room and get some sleep. My phone was off, so I didn’t have to deal with Maryanne, Steven or anyone else. I’d made up my mind and was going to make it across the country to California no matter what it took. Then disaster struck.

Well, it was disastrous for me. Smoke and steam poured out of the front of my car. Shit, I thought as I pulled over to the side of the road just outside Scranton. The sun wouldn’t set for three or four hours at least, but I didn’t like being stuck on the side of the road. I wondered whether I should call Steven or Maryanne. No, fuck that. I can do this.

I popped the hood by pulling the release. After checking the mirror for oncoming cars, I got out and headed to the front of my car. I managed to open the hood and use the rod to hold it up. All I had to do was wait and hope someone would stop and help me. Or I could call information and ask for a tow truck or something. I really should’ve signed up for Triple A before going cross country.

Two cars passed quickly, not slowing down at all. The third actually sped up as they passed me. Fuck. Is this really going to be my night? Twenty-four hours ago, I was in a mansion at an orgy with billionaires. And now this? As I berated myself in my mind, I saw an ancient white truck pull up behind my car. It stopped, and a man with graying hair got out and meandered toward me.

A smile spread over my face. I was pretty sure I could trust the old man to not try to hurt me. He nodded as he stopped in front of me. Under his blue coveralls, he had on a plain, white t-shirt. The smell of stale cigarettes and beer was heavy in the air around him. I wondered briefly what it was like to be as old as him. His eyes stared into mine.

“Thanks for stopping. I think it overheated,” I said.

“Smells that way.”

“That syrup smell?”

“Yeah, you busted a line somewhere most likely. Or your radiator blew a leak.”

I nodded as if I understood, but I was completely lost. “Can you help me?”

“Me?” He cackled with laughter. “No, sorry dear. I’m too old to be rummaging around under your hood, but I know someone in town who can help you.”

“Is he open this late?”

He looked at a watch on his wrist. “He might still be around. Do you want me to give you a ride to see him?”

“Sure,” I said, not having many options.

“Your car should be okay here, but I’d take the keys and leave your blinkers on.”

“Okay.”

“You’ll need to turn them on, miss.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. My name’s Nikki.”

“I’m Bart.”

I opened the driver’s side door and turned on the hazard lights. As they flashed, we walked back to his truck. The cab smelled about ten times worse than him. Several empty beer cans littered the floor, rattling as I sat down and buckled in. I hoped they weren’t recent, but I couldn’t tell for sure. He started up the truck and carefully put it into gear.

“What do you do for a living?” I asked as we drove away from my car on the side of the road.

“Beet farmer.”

Laughter burst out of me. “I’m sorry. It’s just that we’re headed to Scranton, and you’re a beet farmer, and…”

“I don’t get it,” he said seriously.

“You’ve never seen the Office television show?”

“No, but I heard about it. They just made fun of us, I think.”

“Nah, not at all. It was pretty funny, but the British version was better.”

He nodded his head, but I could tell he didn’t understand what I was saying any more than I’d understood him when he rattled on about the radiator.

“Is this guy a good mechanic?” I asked.

“Jerome? Yeah. He’s a good guy.”

“You think he’ll be able to fix my car tonight or by tomorrow?”

“I can’t say. He’s been through a lot lately.”

“Yeah?”

“His wife died about a year ago. He’s not been right since.”

I stared out the window in silence. Thoughts of Steven Cary popped into my mind. He had betrayed my trust by sleeping with my best friend and not telling me, but all the same, I wondered if I was making a mistake by running away from him and going to California. A few minutes after he picked me up, the old man pulled into a small auto repair shop. The lights were still on inside.

“It looks like he’s still here,” I said excitedly.

“Are you okay from here? I have to get going.”

“Yeah, thanks again.”

After I got out of the truck, I breathed deeply, trying to get some fresh air. He nodded his head at me then pulled away. I turned and walked into the lobby next to the garage. A tall black man sat behind a desk reading a bunch of papers on his desk. When the bell over the door rang as I came in, he looked up at me with a scowl on his face. His bald head reflected the naked bulb hanging from a string above us.

“We’re closed,” he said then looked back down.

“I’m sorry to bug you, but I’m not from around here, and my car broke down just outside of town.”

“Not my problem.” He didn’t even look up.

“Can you please help me?”

“Come back tomorrow, and I’ll see what I can do.”

“I can’t leave it on the side of the road all night.”

“No, you can’t, but again, it’s not my problem.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Instantly, I regretted snapping at him as he stood up. He examined me closely, as if he was sizing me up. I smiled, trying to look as cute as possible while still being serious. Jerome didn’t appear to be the type of man who liked to fuck around. His bulky frame towered over me. I briefly thought about taking off and calling someone for help.

“Okay, I’ll pick it up after I finish up this paperwork, but I won’t be able to fix it for a few days.”

I sighed. “No way you could work on it tonight?”

“I’m closed. I’ve been working all day.”

“Couldn’t you make an exception for me?”

Is he interested in me at all? I felt sorry for him losing his wife, but what really had me curious was the fact he was so racially different than me. It wasn’t too taboo to date a black man in the twenty first century, but I’d never been with one before. I reached out and put my pale white hand on his bare forearm. He glanced down at my hand then back into my eyes.

“You ask for a lot, young lady.”

“I’m worth a lot. Trust me.”

Neither of us wanted to say the words, but we both understood I was offering to pleasure him if he got my car done by the morning. The longer I waited to get it fixed, the higher the chance I would just go back to Maine a defeated woman. Steven and Maryanne would both love to know I’d failed at trying to leave and live on my own.