Tackled by the King: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (38 page)

“They never lock the back entrances of rides under repair.” Miles pulled back the swinging door, slipping inside. “Wait here.”

There was a loud mechanical hum before a sliver of pale light came slithering out the gap under the door.

As we toured inside the maze of mirrors, our bodies shrank, elongated, and rounded with every passing room. We followed the neon arrow to the “Galaxy Infinity Room.” The dark room was paneled with thin strips of mirrors. A hidden projector illuminated the room with hundreds of floating lights and brilliant stars.

Halfway through the passage, Miles seized me by the waist, pinning me against a wall. The gorilla flipped through the air, rolling to a stop at the wall of mirrors opposite us. My squeal of surprise never made it out of me, curbed by the hungry pressing of his hot, soft lips. Feeling the shape of his cock grinding against my crotch only drove me to kiss him harder. My tongue ran in circles in his mouth, overtaking his.

“Damn,” Miles gasped as I finally released him. The tip of his sharp nose pushed against mine, his slitted green eyes boring into mine. “And here I was thinking that you didn't like me at all...”

“Ugh, shush. You're ruining the moment.” I smiled back at him shyly, leaning towards him once more.

With one hand around his neck, my lips latched onto his. I allowed my free fingers to explore the solid blocks of muscle all over him. The feel of his strong, broad shoulders and sinewy arms made me realize how vulnerable I was under his power. A rush of fear and excitement numbed my limbs.

Miles eased my straps over my shoulders, yanking down the neckline of my dress with the cups of my bra in one go. He fumbled with my clasp for a few seconds before it finally gave way. The sudden exposure of my skin to the chilly air around us prompted a layer of goosebumps all over my body.

I took my bra from him clumsily, crumpling the garment in my fist. My bare boobs heaved freely, resting over the stretching garter of my neckline. He took a step back as I breathed out contentedly from the sweet release. With his jaw clenched, he brushed the side of his curved hand around and under each breast. He warmed his cool palm under my boobs, taking turns with each. Running his tongue over his lips, he lifted each breast as if he were weighing them in his hands.

“Holy shit, Daisy...”

I squirmed under the weight of his gaze. My head jolted backwards, smacking lightly against the mirrors behind me as Miles dove for my left boob. He fastened his hands around my neck to hold me in place. As his tongue traced the dark circles of my areolas, I felt my nipples hardening. My juices leaked from my soaked panties, coating my trembling thighs. His other hand dipped under my dress and plunged between my legs as his lips closed in around my throbbing nipple. He scooped his entire hand under my pussy, rubbing up and down the sodden fabric of my panties. His thumb rolled over the bump of my clit, flicking the sensitive button. Slowly, he pulled away from my sore nipple and started sliding down south.

“W-wait – what are you doing?”

Miles dropped to his knees, looking up at me. His eyebrows skidded up his forehead as he loosened his touch around my waist. I licked my flaky lips, tasting my berry-flavored lipstick. A naughty smile slowly spread across his.

“Have you never been eaten out before?”

I simply looked at him, feeling my shoulders curl as he looked right through me.

“Relax. You just let me know when you want me to stop...”

The sweat from my shaky palms imprinted against the mirrors behind me. Miles flashed me a devious wink before slipping his head under my dress. I could almost hear my heart jumping against my chest as he pulled my panties down my ankles. As I felt the amazing wet warmth of his tongue making contact with my pussy lips, my knees jerked forward. I gasped, my toes curling while his tongue lapped against my slit. Once again, I felt his thumb manipulating my clit, going faster as he devoured my slick juices.

“Fuck – oh my god, Miles – wait, I'm...”

The rest of my words never made it out of me. It was as if my warning pleas only made Miles guzzle more forcefully. I couldn't take it – tingling shots of bliss coursed throughout my body. My juices spilled out of my folds, caking his mouth and all over his jaw.

Miles ducked out from under my dress with a smug smirk on his face. Wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand, he rose from the ground. He twirled me around, pressing my cheek against the mirror. A fleeting notion of terror invaded my body at the rough treatment, but it was soon hushed by my unexplainable excitement.

As my panting breaths fogged up the mirror, I heard the soft rip of packaging behind me. My eyes swiveled to the right. From the dozens of our reflection on the opposite wall, I watched as Miles furled a condom over his cock.

He entered my wet pussy lips with fluid ease, relaxing my clenched butt cheeks. He pumped me harder and harder, his cock opening up my tightness. His fingers found their way around my throat to hold me still. I stirred, but my worries quickly subsided when I realized he wasn't squeezing. But just as my eyes were about to droop shut, a distant light beamed on us from my right.

“Hey! You horny ass kids – get the hell outta here!”

“Shit!”

Miles gasped, grinding against me as his body shook on top of me. Pulling out of me, there was a soft splat as the full condom spilled across the floor. I pulled up my panties quickly while Miles zipped up his pants next to me. With our hair looking like we'd just run through a tornado, we split from the scene.

“Why, you – agh! Son of a bitch!”

The fat security guard caught the condom under his loafer and fell to the floor with a resounding thud. Miles and I took full advantage of the situation, sprinting for the exit. We jumped over the chain-link fence and mingled into the crowd, laughing uncontrollably all the way.

“There they are,” said Miles, pointing towards the line at
The Bumper Zone
.

When Miles started towards his friends, I stalled behind him. The cheesy smile on my face vanished. Shawna, Big Rob, Terrence, and Allison were huddled together behind the bus-yellow railing. There was no sign of blue dye among the dozens of floating heads in line – no signs of Honey.

“Hey, guys? Where's Honey?”

Allison's eyes bulged as all four looked behind them cluelessly.

“Oh no – I thought she went off to look for you guys?”

My heart sank to the bottom of my gut. Honey was gone. And right about now, I just felt like the shittiest friend in the world.

Chapter Eight: Miles

TWO MONTHS LATER

“Ow, ow. Teeth.”

I winced, my legs shooting up in front of me. My dick popped out of Daisy's mouth. She puckered her lips in a tight smile, wrapping her fingers around my dick. As she rubbed up and down my length, soothing the slight sting over my dick, I sunk back on my pillow.

“Oops. Sorry.”

I stared at her hard – I needed to preserve this smoking fucking image for my shower jerk-offs. I loved seeing her beautiful face next to my hard dick. Her wild curls were pushed aside to one side of her neck to keep out of her face. She played with my dick with both her soft hands, at times squeezing a little too hard when she got too excited. As she licked around the head of my dick like she was licking salt off a tequila glass, she kept her shiny hazel eyes on me. It was like she wanted to see if I was enjoying it, affirming that she was doing a good job.

There was something sweet about her innocence and lack of experience with fooling around – I preferred a nice girl getting down and dirty over one of those experienced chicks that slept around like it was a hobby.

“No worries.”

I stroked her hair and drew circles around the back of her head. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling her eager mouth vacuuming my dick. Wary of her teeth, Daisy put her tongue to work instead.

“You just...keep...doing what you're doing...”

As Daisy sucked me off, she slipped her hand under her knit sweater. I could see the shape of her hand poking through her top. She grabbed hold of one of her tits, massaging herself as she gobbled on my dick. While she squeezed herself harder and harder, her fingers dove into her bra to twist her nipple. She switched between muffled moans and gagging – one of the hottest things I'd ever heard in my life.

My eyes were flickering open and shut. I struggled to keep them open. I needed to see this – I had to see this...

“
Miles? Miles, honey, are you home?
”

When Ma's voice came hollering up the stairs to my closed bedroom door, I felt my legs go rigid. My hands tightened into fists at my sides, grunting under my breath as I splooged into her mouth. Daisy pulled away from me, her ballooned cheeks filled with my jizz. I was about to reach for a clean towel for her to spit into when her cheeks deflated. She gulped loudly, smacking her lips.

“What better way to get rid of the evidence?” Daisy whispered as she rolled off the bed.

She walked up to the mirror in my closet and started smoothing out her sweater and hair. “Aren't you gonna go down and say hi to your mom?”

“Nah, I'll catch up with her later.” I hopped off my bed and slipped into my jersey shorts. As Daisy started stuffing her phone and wallet back into her bag, a faint knot tied in my gut. It was weird – I knew I was going to see her again at school tomorrow, but I didn't want her to go just yet. “You leaving already?”

“Yeah, I'm meeting Honey at this tea place, and I don't want to be late. I'm still trying to make it up to her for practically ditching her that night at the fair.”

“She's really making you work for it, huh?”

“Can you blame her?” Daisy shrugged as she applied her lipstick. “I –”

Daisy stopped as we heard a deafening bang from the slam of the front door downstairs. She lowered her lipstick and put the cap back on, looking spooked. I listened closely, hearing the shuffling sound of angry, pacing footsteps in the living room.

“
How many are there, Charles?
”

My chest tightened at the heavy note of anguish in my mom's words.

“
Keep it down, Nancy. What if Miles hears us –”

“He isn't home. I've already checked. Don't you change the subject on me, Charles. Just answer me – your wife of 22 years – I deserve to know.”

“For God's sake, Nancy. Stop talking crazy – I don't know what you're talking about.”

Daisy lowered her head, looking at me sadly. She set her bag back down and sat next to me on the foot of my bed without saying a word. I folded my legs under me and hunched over, listening as she squeezed my hand.

“
Are you really going to just stand there and lie to my face? I saw the emails, Charles! Who the fuck is Annabelle?”

It was weird hearing Ma swear – she usually prided herself for being, in her words, “a prim and proper lady with unwavering Christian values.”

“You're working yourself up over nothing. You're reading between lines that aren't there –”

“Don't you dare insult my intelligence. So that explains all the damn business trips to Miami! Is that why you've been spending thousands and thousands of dollars with your 'new clients'?”

“Please, darling
.” I seethed at Dad's whiny voice. All their years of marriage, and Dad's never called Ma anything other than “Nancy.” He must have really wanted to get out of paying alimony. “
You don't understand –
”

“Oh, no, Charles – my understanding is right on the money. Tell me, is this Annabelle floozy really worth it? Flushing 22 years down the marriage down the drain? You disgusting, vile piece of... Add three more years, and you have yourself a full Annabelle! You are nearly three times her age, how –”

“Nancy, please –”

“What is it about these young girls that I don't have, Charles? Is it their tight, wrinkle-free skin?”
Ma's words were shaking, but her voice was still crystal clear. “
Is it their perky breasts? Their firm asses? The flat, cellulite-free stomachs of a ripe young woman that's never had a baby inside of her?
”

“
Stop it, Nancy. You're just embarrassing yourself –
”

I lunged off the bed to my feet, my shoulders rising and falling in my rage.

“
Sir! Madam! Where – where is Miles?”

It was Mrs. Bautista's voice. Except, the usual jolly quality in her voice was replaced by heavy emotion. She sounded strained, like she was on the verge of tears, or like she had been sobbing for hours and had just stopped.

“
Mrs. Bautista? What is it? Excuse us, we're in the middle of –
”

“
Have you heard from Miles?”

“
No, he's not home – can this wait –
”