Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (8 page)

When I glanced back at his face and saw a look of pure joy and happiness, I came. The orgasm was glorious. My body shook and shivered in the coolness of the night. He continued thrusting into me while grasping my hips as if he was holding on for dear life. As I watched, his face scrunched up as he came. His cock throbbed deep inside me.

“I love you,” he said, staring into my eyes. “I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“I love you too.”

I leaned forward, resting my head on his chest. He stroked my hair, making me feel like the most important woman in the entire universe. The man in the moon looked down at us that night, jealous of our love. If the gods of greek mythology were real, surely they would be jealous of mortals like us. Joy filled my entire being. I believed that life could get better.

“Skinny dip?” I asked, sitting up.

He cocked his head to the side, as if he didn’t believe me. I stood up and jumped into the lake. The water was cooler than it had been earlier in the day.

“Come in, it’s great,” I said.

His head poked over the edge of the boat cautiously. “Shhh. Quiet.”

“You better get your ass in here.”

A smile spread across his face. He stood up, naked as the day he was born. After looking around quickly, he dove into the water head first. I felt his body brush against mine under the water. He surfaced directly in front of me. As we tread water to stay afloat, we made eye contact yet again. When he looked into my eyes, a sense of calm washed over my body.

“We’ll talk more tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. If nothing else, I have this night.”

“We’re going to have a lot more nights like this one. Trust me. I just want to enjoy tonight without talking it to death, you know?”

He nodded. We swam around and played in the water a while before getting back into the boat to get dressed. Curled up in the bottom and watching the stars, we smoked another joint, the last one we would smoke together. After that night, everything changed.

Gunner

After the night with my stepsister in the boat, I stopped smoking weed and vowed to start going to my counseling sessions after family week. Even more surprising, I stuck to my word. They wanted to put me on a bunch of medication, but I refused. With Cass in my life, I had a reason to live. While I had to solve my personal problems on my own, she gave me strength.

Our wedding was small and simple. It was the happiest day of my life. Convincing our parents we were good for each other had taken a solid six months, but they came around and attended the ceremony along with a half-dozen of our closest friends. The honeymoon lasted the rest of the summer. Instead of traveling somewhere, Dad bought us a house across the lake from his as a wedding gift.

Ironically, he got a good deal from the parents of the drowning boy I’d saved. They wanted something safer and gave him a really good price. I sat on the deck in front of the beautiful modern house and watched as Cass swam toward the deck. She emerged from the water a glistening goddess. I finally understood happiness and being content, how the latter might be the best.

“Have a good swim?” I asked as she approached me.

“Yeah,” she said as she wrung the water out of her hair with her hands. “What do you want to do tonight?”

“I don’t care as long as I get to spend time with you.”

She walked over, leaned down, and kissed me on the lips.

“You’re so sweet.”

“Have a seat.”

After she sat down in a lawn chair next to mine, we both turned our attention to the lake. The sun setting had painted a splash of colors across the sky.

“I keep thinking we should get jobs or something,” she said after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Aren’t you getting bored?”

“No, not really. Iraq was two lifetimes packed into two years. I just want to relax.”

“You know what? I’m okay with that. We’re rich. Why fight it instead of enjoying it.”

“We could travel or something,” I offered.

“Maybe.”

I’m the luckiest man alive, I thought, the total opposite of what I’d been feeling just a few months earlier. The key – Cassandra – was in my life the entire time. We both just had to open our eyes. That summer after Iraq helped me believe in humanity and love again. It was tough, but I adjusted.

Hard Filthy Massage

Life as a masseuse was okay. I’d always dreamed of traveling the world without having to worry about work, but I’d never gotten the chance. Unlike Todd, my millionaire stepbrother, I had to work each and every single day. His rich father had married my mother two years earlier. I was already moved out of the house, so I didn’t get to interact with him too much. We ran in different social circles.

One day, out of the blue, I got a call from him. My heart started beating faster as I answered.

“Tiffy?”

Todd’s familiar voice made me weak.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I said, instantly regretting it.

I never said the right thing around guys.

“How have you been?”

“Not bad. Yourself?”

“I can’t complain.”

I bet,
I thought to myself then said. “Good, good.”

A semi-awkward silence fell over our conversation for a few tense seconds.

“I needed a favor.”

The rich asshole needs a favor from me?
“What’s that?”

“A favor? It’s like…”

“No, silly,” I interrupted. “I meant what favor do you want.”

In many of my alone time fantasies, he’d asked numerous favors of me – all of them sexual and kinky.

“Oh, of course.” He cleared his throat, sounding more nervous than I remembered him. “I need a massage, and my normal guy is in the hospital.”

“That’s terrible. What happened?”

“I don’t know, but he’s out for a few weeks at least. At first I was going to call someone else, but I haven’t seen you in so long…”

“So you invite me over to work for you?” I snorted.

“No, it’s not like that at all.”

“Settle down. I’ll come over.”

How can I tell you I want to spend more time with you?

“Can you come over now?”

“Damn, bro, you want everything, don’t you. I swear. You rich clients are the worst.”

Nothing but silence from his end of the line.

“You there?” I asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I got a lot going on, but if you can come now, it would be great.”

“See you in an hour or two.”

“I’ll be out back in the pool house. Just come around, okay?”

“Sure…”

After I disconnected the call, I walked out to my van. He probably already had a massage table, but I had no other means of transportation. I loved working for myself. The only negative was that I had to make a lot of sacrifices if I wanted to pay down my college loans. Part of me was excited that he’d called and asked for a massage.
Will I finally get to see all of him?

On the drive to his mansion out in the country, I had time to think about my stepbrother. Nobody in our family was close, so I was surprised he had called me – especially for something like a massage. I recalled the way he looked the last time I saw him, which was for Easter. His arms were huge. I could only imagine what he looked like with his shirt off.

Not long after our parents had met and married in a whirlwind romance, his father forbid Todd fraternizing with me. Those were his exact words. Fucking rich prick. I wasn’t even interested in my new stepbrother up until that point. After it was forbidden, I looked at him differently. His body was nice and sculpted, but he also had a personality. He was a bit of a prick, but I liked alpha males.

The closer I got to his mansion, the less I thought going to give him a massage was a good idea. I was sure he would slip me a thousand dollars or more for an hour of time even though we hadn’t mentioned money. He had helped me out of a financial jam once before – which was when his father warned him against hanging out with me. With all the money in the world, he had no worries from what I could see.

What pissed me off was that Todd had listened to his father. That was another reason it was so odd for him to call me and ask me to come over to help him out.
Nothing makes sense
, I thought as I drove my ten year old car and hoped it made all the way to his massive house. I smiled at the thought. The one time I’d gotten drunk with my stepbrother, he’d hinted he was well endowed.

After he had cut me out of his life abruptly, I was crushed – at first. Gradually, the sadness turned to anger. And then it was gone. I tended to not hang onto the past too much. Humans were meant to concentrate on the present more than the future or the past. At twenty-one years of age, I had way too many deep thoughts, but such was my life.

“In one point three miles, you be at your location,” my cheap GPS app said in broken English.

When his large house – more like a palace – came into view, I slowed down. He was just an ordinary millionaire, but that amount of wealth allowed him to live very comfortably and do whatever he desired. My life, on the other hand, was on a set course. If I slowed down or stopped to smell the roses, I would quickly be overwhelmed by debt and all the misfortune that came with it.

I parked in front of the house. The circular driveway reminded me of the television show Entourage. As I walked around to the back, I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself.
You got this. It’s totally normal. He just needs a massage
, I told myself. When I saw the pool house, I walked right in without knocking. Todd was already laying on a table with nothing but a small, white towel wrapped around him.

“Hey, you made it,” he said, looking at me with a smile.

His muscular body made me a little weak in the knees, but I put on my professional face and got ready to get down to business.

“I said I would. Have you been waiting long?”

“I was just out here thinking,” he said.

“Yeah? About what?”

“Nothing important.”

He was twenty-nine years old, almost a decade older than me, but his lithe and muscular frame was something to look at and admire. I opened my duffel bag and retrieves some oils.

“We’ll start with some basics,” I said, rubbing my hands together after pouring oil on them.

I moved to the side of the table. The white towel barely covered his ass. Starting at the small of his back, I rubbed his skin, massaging and kneading it like an expert. He moaned in pleasure, which surprised me.

“I’ve missed you,” he said suddenly.

“Yeah?” I continued rubbing his skin, admiring his muscles.

“Yeah. I’m sorry about everything that happened before. We were just starting to get to know each other.”

“Money talks,” I muttered under my breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. How does this feel?”

I pressed my hands into his back a little harder and moved to his massive shoulders.

“That’s good.”

A comfortable silence fell over the space as I avoided looking at his face and concentrated on his skin. Part of me wanted to slip my fingers underneath the towel to feel his firm ass, but I resisted the urge. Well, until he turned over on the table it fell away, revealing all of him.

He’s SO BIG!
I thought, unable to take my eyes off of his fun-size cock.

“Oops,” he said in a tone that told me he wasn’t sorry at all.

I stared at it, unsure of what to say.

“You can touch it,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off, but I found my tiny hand reaching toward his massive member, wanting to wrap my fingers around the smooth shaft.
If it’s this fucking big when it’s soft, what the fuck is it like when it’s hard?
I wondered as I gave it a few tugs. He put his hands behind his head and watched me work.

“This is not what I normally do on out call massages,” I said, still looking at the dick.

“I’ve wanted this a long time,” he admitted.

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh,” he groaned as I stroked it up and down.

It was so large I could barely fit my fingers all the way around it. My other hand moved to his sculpted abs, feeling the hard, tight skin. His cock started to fill with blood, growing even larger and harder. Part of me wanted to see if I could fit even the tip into my mouth, but I didn’t want to go too far. You’re jerking off your stepbrother! I thought. The thought made me wet between the legs.

“That feels good,” he moaned, which turned me on even more.

You’re making your stepbrother feel good!
I thought, continuing to squeeze and tug at the cock.

The oil on my hand joined with the precum leaking out of the tip of his dick. My slick fingers moved up and down his shaft faster while I squeezed even tighter. While doing this, my thoughts revolved around the fact what I was doing was so taboo and forbidden. Not only was he an older man, he was my stepbrother. He thrust his hips up slightly every time my hand slid down.