Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (2 page)

Determined to take care of the problem on my own, I called for a Town Car. Well, I tried.
Fuck. My phone is locked in the car on its way to a lot somewhere
. Even if I wanted to call Lance, I didn’t have his number. I went back inside the store and begged to use their phone. It took a few minutes of arguing on the phone, but they agreed to send a car as soon as possible.

I took a seat at one of two booths next to their breakfast area. As I looked out the window, I thought about Lance.
Is he going to let me help? How to let him know I’ve had a crush on him?
The questions piled up as I waited as patiently as I could manage. After what seemed like an eternity, the Town Car arrived. I rushed outside and got in.

“My car got towed. Do you know where the All Star American Towing Service is located?” I asked from the backseat.

“Yes, I do,” a balding man said from the front seat.

His salt and pepper hair appeared to be fighting a losing battle for territory on his head.

“Take me there, please,” I said when he didn’t seem to understand that was where I wanted to go.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Many wealthy people never drove themselves, but I enjoyed the freedom of having control. The fact I had access to any vehicle on the planet also made it more enjoyable. When we arrived, I asked him to wait just in case I ran into any problems. I stormed inside the shoddy trailer outside a barbed wire fence without wasting any time.

Two other people were in line. I sighed loudly, wishing they would hurry up. After I got the car back, I still had to drive to Lance’s place, which was another few hours away. Once the line finally cleared, I stepped up to the receptionist’s counter, which looked like something you would see in prison. A large pane of bulletproof glass separated me from an overweight woman.

She looked at me with disgust. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, please. You guys just towed my car, and I need to get it out.”

“That will be two hundred and forty in cash only,” she said.

“What? That’s ludicrous.”

While I had more than enough money for thousands of people, I hated to squander any of it.

“Them’s the rules,” she spat back, a look of impatience on her face.

“I don’t have any cash with me. Can I just pay with a credit card?”

“No.”

“You’re kidding, right? I’ll pay you double if you let me pay with a credit card.”

“Sorry. Cash only.”

From the self-satisfied look on her face, I could tell she wasn’t really sorry.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“No swearing, lady. That ain’t gonna help you.”

I turned to her and glared. “I could buy this company and fire you. Do you understand that?”

She stood up, her blue overalls stained with something. “My papa owns this place, and we’d never sell to a rich bitch like you!”

While it would have probably been easier to just go buy another vehicle, I just couldn’t justify throwing away a perfectly good Maserati, especially since it was customized for me personally.

“I’ll be back,” I said.

“You need to hurry. We might be on lunch when you get back,” she said with a cackle of laughter.

I ignored her and went back to the Town Car. He took me to an ATM where I withdrew five hundred dollars. After I gave one of them to the driver, I sat in the backseat and waited for him to drive me back. The trailer was actually open. I half expected the woman to stick to her threats. When she saw the cash in my hand, we were able to get through the paperwork needed for me to retrieve my car.

Once I was behind the steering wheel, I pulled next to the Town Car and rolled down the passenger side window. The driver saw me and waved, still ecstatic from the massive tip I’d given him. A hundred dollars meant absolutely nothing to me. It was like a penny on the ground – almost not worth it to stoop down and pick it up.

I still had a couple hours of driving to make it to Lafayette, Indiana where Lance lived. It was a little before ten in the evening. Instead of calling him right away, I decided to wait until I arrived. That way, I could still chicken out and not meet with him personally. While I wasn’t afraid of him, I did worry about whether or not I could control my own urges.

Lance

My phone rang. I sat up in bed quickly, reaching for it on the nightstand.

“Hello?” I asked, still half asleep.

“Hey, I know it’s late, but I’ve had a terrible day,” Laura said.

“I was wondering what happened to you.”

“Well, I’m here. You’re still up?”

“I was sleeping…”

“I’m sorry,” she interrupted.

“It’s fine. I’m in college, so I’m used to not sleeping a lot.”

“I’m at the door.”

“Hold on, I’ll be down.”

“The door is open.”

“Just come up to my room. It’s the last one on the left when you go upstairs.”

“Hi guys,” she said, obviously not to me.

I disconnected the call and took a deep breath. While I needed her financial help, I wasn’t in the mood for her haughty attitude.

“Peace offering,” she said, holding out a bottle of tequila as she walked in my room.

“I can’t drink,” I said, forgetting for a moment I’d lost my scholarship.

“Come on, you can have one drink with your sister,” she said. “Do you have glasses up here or are we going to have to chug from the bottle?”

“Stepsister,” I corrected.

“Whatever. It’s been too long since we’ve seen each other.”

She sat on the bed next to me and twisted the cap off the bottle. After taking a swig, she passed it to me. I looked at it a moment. Because I had a sports scholarship, I never got to attend any parties. Well, I could go, but without drinking it was a bit pointless. I slowly raised the bottle to my lips and took a sip. Warmth spread down my throat and through my body.

“Damn,” she said, taking the bottle from me, “That’s it lightweight?”

“My soccer scholarship,” I argued.

“I thought you lost it.”

“That’s why I invited you over. I don’t want to drop out of school. My grades are my own fault, but you don’t know what it’s like to work, go to classes, and be on the soccer team…”

“Calm down, I’m not here to judge you.”

When she put her hand on my back, I stood up.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I need help, but I don’t want to owe you any favors.”

I stared directly into her eyes. They were so blue and beautiful.

“You won’t owe me, silly.”

“Sure. I believe you,” I said with plenty of sarcasm.

“No. Really. I just want to help.” She took another swig of alcohol. “I like you, Lance.”

Whenever she said my name, my heart beat faster. Urges stirred deep inside me. I stepped forward, bent down, and kissed her on the lips. To my surprise, her arms snaked around my back, pulling me closer as her mouth opened. Our tongues danced a timeless dance that brought pleasure to the forefront of my mind. Time ceased to be.

“What about our parents?” she asked.

“They don’t even love each other. Not like we do,” I replied, kissing her again.

She pulled down the sweat pants I had on, exposing my dick. It didn’t feel wrong at all, especially when she wrapped her thin, cool fingers around my thick, hot cock. I grabbed one of her breasts through the top she had on. A moment later, I pulled it over her head. As I reached around to undo her bra, she gave me a few tugs and squeezes.

Once her beautiful breasts were free, I swooped in and took one of those dark, hard nipples between my lips, sucking on it. She moaned as I moved to the other one. It was just as sweet. When she pushed me back a bit, I was worried until she bent forward and slipped the tip of my dick past her soft, red lips. I put my hand on the back of her head, just holding it there while she moved her head up and down.

When she stopped and looked up at me, still stroking it, I forgot about all my problems in the world. Only one thing mattered to me. I wanted my penis deep inside her tight, wet pussy. When I was all up in it, I would fuck her hard and fast, all the passion that had built up for years escaping all at once. And from the way she looked into my eyes, I was sure she wanted the same.

As I took off my shirt, she undid her pants and wriggled them onto the floor. She scooted back on the mattress. I got on my knees in between her legs. Propped up by her elbows, she stared deep into my eyes. The moment I’d dreamed of for so long was actually about to happen. I positioned myself over her, my arms holding me up. Slowly and surely, I pushed an inch of my cock into her slit.

I pushed all the way in, penetrating her completely. She continued staring into my eyes. Every time I pulled out and thrust in again, she arched her back and pushed toward me. We soon found the perfect rhythm. After a moment or two, I stopped and moved my arms so her legs were lifted up, giving me even easier access to her tight, wet hole.

She pinched my nipples – hard – which cause me to start pounding her pussy faster. The look of lust and pleasure on her face was priceless. I still wasn’t sure why she had allowed me to kiss her or take it farther, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was the friction building up as my smooth shaft slid in and out of her. I changed my stroke angle slightly after every few thrusts, enjoying every flexible curve.

“Fuck. That feels good,” she gasped.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I said, hoping she took it as a compliment.

To be honest, I didn’t care at that particular point in space and time. The only thing I had on my mind was fucking her until I came deep inside her. The thought of shooting my load into her pussy pushed me over the edge. I slowed down to try to stop myself from coming, but my orgasm flashed through my mind. As my cock squirted, I grunted, thrusting into her one last time.

When I stopped coming, I looked down at her face.
Fuck. She hasn’t come yet,
I thought. She smiled at me as if it didn’t matter to her. I was still so turned on, I pulled out of her and slid down her body. Before she could say anything, I licked her wet, sloppy lips, tasting my juices and hers. As I licked and kissed her pink, fleshy folds, she moaned in pleasure.

I had never eaten out my own creampie before, but it wasn’t half bad. Her ecstatic screams made it that much better. She thrust her hips up, getting closer to coming, so I slipped two fingers inside her pussy and wiggled them up and down as I slid them in and out. This caused her to start breathing even faster as she moaned and groaned.

My tongue slid over her clitoris, massaging it, as I finger fucked her. I felt her hands on my head, pressing me closer. When she came, her pussy clenched around my fingers. I lifted my head and looked up at her face between her heaving breasts. She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. I crawled up beside her and laid down on my back.

Neither of us talked as we enjoyed the afterglow. I had the taste of our juices in my mouth, but I didn’t care. None of the women I’d ever fucked in my life had made me feel half as good as fucking my stepsister. It was because deep down I loved her. And from what I could tell, she loved me too. When she got up to leave, I sat up in bed.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“This was just one time lust,” she said, gathering her clothes from the floor.

“No.”

I stood up.

“Excuse me?”

“I want more.”

I kissed her. She didn’t resist. We made love again that night. After finishing and cleaning up, we slept next to each other in my bed. My roommates would give me shit in the morning, but I didn’t care. After so many years, I finally slept like a baby. I was content with a twinge of happiness, the best way to be most of the time.

Laura

My stepbrother got me pregnant. And it made me the happiest woman alive. Love was more precious than all the money in the world. Even better – our son Chaz. During the pregnancy, I spent many hours in the stands watching Lance play soccer. While he didn’t need the scholarship anymore, he wanted to play.

When I saw him on the field running around and kicking a ball, I smiled. He was insistent on finishing college. All my money meant nothing to him, which was strange to me. So many men only wanted to fuck me for one reason – my wealth. From our very first sexual encounter, Lance had made it all about me and my pleasure. And because of that, I’d done the same for him.

The honeymoon period would end eventually, but we communicated well because we had spent so much time together over the years. He changed his last name before we got married. It helped us avoid awkward conversations with strangers and acquaintances. Friends and family were aware of the truth, but they came to accept our love for each other as real.

After the pregnancy, my life really changed forever. It’s a cliché to talk about the joy and wonder of your first child, but something clicked in my mind as I held Chaz in my arms. Lance smiled, happier than I’d ever seen him. In that moment, it all made sense.