Romance: New Adult: One Game at a Time - A College Football Romance (Bad Boy Romance) (Sports Contemporary Short Stories) (60 page)

He took a moment to look around the apartment while I shut the door.  With him distracted I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. 

“I don’t want to be the only one topless for long,” I whispered in his ear.

I had never seen a man take off his shirt faster, as he nearly knocked me to the floor in his efforts.  I couldn’t help my laughter; he was so eager that it was hard for me to keep a straight face.

When he turned around and saw me standing there in my tiniest
panties,
I could almost see him salivate.  He pulled me close for a passionate
kiss,
and I returned in kind; massaging up and down his muscular back as I did.

He had to lift me off the ground so that I could reach up to his height, and I liked it.  It felt like he could throw me around, and I wanted him to.

I reached down and started undoing his pants.  I could already feel his throbbing member waiting for release from beneath.  He pulled me away for a second and set me back upon the floor.  I giddily slid his pants
down
and was greeted by his erect beast.

Without a
thought,
I began to stroke his shaft with my hand.  I looked up at him with lust in my eyes as I licked the head.  He let out a moan of
pleasure,
and I couldn’t help myself anymore.  I took him into my mouth and began to slide it in and out.

He quivered with delight as I continued my task.  I could taste some of his juice coming out of the tip. 

“Oh, you are a bad girl,” he said.

I smiled and felt him beginning to tense up.  He leaned
on my couch
to hold himself up and it felt like he was close. 

It only took another moment before he exploded in my mouth.  Globs of his juice shot down the back of my throat as I could feel him starting to get softer.

“Hey, it’s my turn now, you know,” I said. I pulled off my panties and maneuvered myself to the kitchen counter, opening up my legs to give him a good view.  The sight almost instantly made him hard again.  I pulled apart my lips to show him how soaked I was, and it made
him even more
excited.

He kicked off the remains of his clothing and sauntered over to me.  With his powerful
arms,
he grabbed my sides and pulled me in for another kiss.  I could feel him lining his member up to my welcoming slit.  I was dripping over him while he slid up and down along my opening.

Then with
a powerful
thrust,
he pushed himself into me, opening me up all the way.  He filled me up more than I thought possible and still had more to give.  I welcomed him in as he inched his way inside.  I tensed up with the sensation, wishing it would never end, and hungry for more.

Then he started moving his hips around, tickling my mound with his pelvis.  He was the first to work his hips like
that,
and it felt
amazing
.  Sensations shot through my spine, hitting every nerve along the way. 

I moaned in ecstasy, and this only seemed to fuel his desire.  He began thrusting, slowly.  He was driving me
crazy,
and he knew it.  Then he started thrusting faster and faster; driving his manhood deep inside. 

Then he picked me up, holding onto my legs and back.  He lifted me and lowered me along his shaft.  As he did so, I could feel him flexing inside, pulling me apart just a little more with each thrust. 

I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, and collapsed over his shoulder, holding onto his back as best I could.  He walked me over to the wall and threw me up against it.  Then began driving into me harder, I couldn’t take it anymore, I could feel my muscles starting to tense up as the orgasm started welling up. 

Then came the most powerful release I had ever felt.  I shivered as the waves of pleasure washed over me.  I wasn’t alone, it seemed, I could feel him spurting inside me.

The both of us collapsed on the cool kitchen floor, covered in sweat from head to toe.  I threw an arm over Jake and hugged him close.

“Maybe I should call out of work tomorrow,” I said.

4.

“Are you kidding me with this, Angie?!” Martin, my boss, said, with what almost seemed like fire shooting out of his ears.

“Who I keep
company
at nights is no business of yours,” I replied. 

“It
matters
when that company is a client.  What the hell were you thinking? 
This is
going to be all over the papers by tomorrow,” he continued.

I sat there and listened to his objections to my relations with Jake for more than half an hour.  Martin always had a way of blowing things way out of
proportion,
and he always made me laugh a little when he did.

I tried calling out of work this
morning,
but he said that my presence was
mandatory,
and he’d send a car over.  I don’t think he’s ever sent a car over
for
anyone, except potential clients.

My phone buzzed, and I received a text message from Jake. 

‘Let’s try my place tonight,’ it said.

I hadn’t thought that he’d want to go two nights in a row.  But, after a night like that, it’s easy to want to go back for seconds.

“Are we done here, Martin,” I asked.

“We’re done.  Just keep in mind that the last agent that dated her client is flipping burgers somewhere, now.  I don’t want that to end up with you, things like this always end poorly.”

I stood up and made for the door, then remembered my real goal from last night.

“I might have pulled in another client.  He should be in later today.  I told him to talk to you if I were unavailable.”

Martin nodded. “
At least
you managed that much before your escapade.”

“I’m taking the rest of the day off; I have some thinking to do.”

He understood, and I walked out of the building. 
This is
the first day I had taken off in more than a year.  I informed my secretary of my
absence,
and she understood. 

I was already giddy at meeting up tonight, and nothing was going to bring down my excitement now.  Before I left the building, I made my way to the bathroom. 

It was thankfully empty, so I locked the door.  I peeled myself out of my clothing and took a picture of my best sexy look for Jake.  I knew he would enjoy it.  Then I got
dressed
and left. 

I wasn’t more than five steps down the road when my phone started ringing. 

“Hey Jake, I see you got my photo,” I said with a smile.

“I don’t think I can wait for tonight.  What are you doing right now,” he asked.

I giggled; he was acting like a schoolboy that just at chocolate for the first time, and then I laughed at the analogy.

“I thought I might take a
bath,  but
I can use some company.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he replied and clicked the phone.

It was a good afternoon.

5.

It became a nightly affair; we both wanted it a lot.  I would work hard all day at work helping clients, and sending him some of the juiciest photos he would ever see.  And, he told me that he would get so worked up during practice that he would stay longer to work off sexual aggression. 

He must have been doing something
right
because the game the following week was a spectacle. 

I sat in my usual box watching the game, the player’s wives still stood nearby, chatting their heads off as usual.  I avoided their gaze but could tell that they were eyeing me the entire game.  I
really
paid them no mind.

The most interesting thing to me was that Monica was still in the room with the players wives. 

“So, Monica, how’s the new man?  I hear he’s getting a lot of press about a possible trade.”

“I wouldn’t mind moving on.  This team isn’t good enough for my man,” Monica said. 

Even though I was trying to avoid their gaze, I couldn’t help but let out
a snarky
laugh.  I’m pretty sure they could tell I was
listening in
.

“Did you hear about Jake, I hear he’s sleeping with some new tramp, now,” Monica added.

I let them talk while I drank.  Their words weren’t hurting me at all.  I just wish I could yell at them who was sleeping with her ex-boyfriend because I was sure she would have been quite surprised.

Jake went on the warpath; the other team didn’t even see it coming as he easily was the best player in the game.  He was starting to seem like the player I had recruited years ago.  I think he was beginning to feel like it again as well.

After the game we partied hard.  I went over to his
place,
and I gave him a victory dance that he wouldn’t soon regret.  

“I feel like a huge weight has
been lifted
off my chest,” he said.

I lied my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as we relaxed and enjoyed our evening.

“You have a string of away games coming up, will you be okay without me,” I asked.

“I’m not sure, will you be okay without me,” he said between laughs. “What brings this on?”

“I just like this; I don’t want this to change anytime soon,” I replied. “You know how players get when they’re on the road.”

“How are players on the road?”

I rolled my eyes, wondering why he even needed to ask.

“Players like to hook up with girls on the
road,
it’s obvious.  I like how this is right now, but I don’t want to end up sharing you with some tramp you meet.”

He pushed me off.

“What do you
really
think this is?” he asked.

I sat up, a bit surprised.

“I think this is two attractive people spending their nights together.  But, I want to spend time with someone that doesn’t need to sleep with a bunch of hookers.”

He stood up out of bed.

“Do you know why I broke it off with
Monica?
Because she hounded me about this crap all the time when I would leave town.”

“Yeah, well I’m not Monica, but I sure as hell don’t feel like sharing.”

He started picking my things off the floor.

“What, are you kicking me out, now?”

He tossed a bundle of clothes on the bed.  I took the hint and started getting dressed.

“If you’re going to start pushing me into a relationship
like
Monica then you can just get out now.  I don’t need this.”

“You know what, fine, go off and screw all the hookers you want.  Don’t come crying back to me when you get back.”

I threw on the last of my things and pushed towards the door.  He didn’t say anything as I
left,
just silence followed me.  I could already feel some tears starting to well up behind my eyes, but I was too proud to let them show. 

6.

I buried myself in work.  The stress of living was taking
over,
and I was barely interested in going out when the weekend finally came.  I stayed in and spent time catching up on work. 

Then the tabloids started filling me in about what Jake was up to while he was on the road.

He made the cover of a magazine with his
latest
girl;
she looked just like Monica.  I felt disheartened at how fast he went back to skinny white girls.  That didn’t seem to take long at all.

The first away game that hit was terrible to watch.  His head just wasn’t in it, and it was plainly
obvious
.  Served him right, he deserved to lose a game after losing me.  Get used to feeling
loss
, Jake; you’ll be more used to it when contract negotiations are up this year. 

My phone rang after the game was over, it was Jake.  He must have wanted to say something because he left me enough messages afterward.  I didn’t care; I had no interest in talking or hearing from him at all.  I deleted the messages before bothering to listen. 

Then my phone went silent for a while.

Another away game dominated the television, and despite my anger at Jake having not subsided, I was still rooting for them.  Jake made an impressive showing, barely getting away with a win.  His head might not have
really
been in the
game,
but the team managed to shore up his lack of ability to play.

My phone started ringing
again;
it was Jake again.  I picked up the phone this time.