Playing it Dirty: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Claire Angel

  My comprehension of what was going to occur was nothing compared to the reality. She was like a surgeon with her words the scalpel digging into my skull. It was starting to look like this wasn’t going to end until I found my peace of mind.

  “I think you need to be somewhere that you’re comfortable. It’s my opinion that you should be released into my care. It’s very clinical and not conducive to the treatment that I’m going to prescribe. I will talk to Dr. Green and find out how soon you can be given your walking papers. I can be very persuasive when I put my mind to something,” She said with this wink of encouragement and a squeeze to my bicep which made a certain part of me begin to stir into action.

  “I’m going to let you be right and not argue with you. I hate hospitals. I’m always worried that once I go in that I’m never going to come out.” I moved to a sitting position leaning against my elbows with my chest arched.

  “Don’t even start with that. I’m trying to remain professional, but you are not making it any easier with your shirt open. It’s by no fault of your own, but it’s not exactly easy to concentrate with you sitting there like that. It might be best that I wait for you outside,” She suggested and turned on her heels, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted her to get away that easily.

  “I really don’t want you to leave. I might be a big strong man, but I can use your feminine touch. I hate to admit it, but having you around does me a world of good.” I wasn’t shy about my body and working out had given me a self-confidence that rivalled any other egocentric athlete in the prime of their life.

  She sat back down without a single word. She placed her hand on my chest.

  I let out a breath of air before letting my body drift back down onto the thin mattress of the gurney. The walls were sterile white with depictions of the human body. I couldn’t seem to break away from looking at them.

  “Close your eyes.” She convinced and I didn’t have the strength to mount any kind of defense. “I’m glad that we have finally gotten over any foolishness about you giving up. It’s a lonely world and everybody needs a helping hand from time to time.” I couldn’t see her with my eyes closed, but I knew she was there by the calming influence of her voice.

  I was getting quality care and I felt bad that I was taking these professionals away from those that might need them more than I did. Fame did have its advantages. I sometimes found myself getting preferential treatment.

  “I want to walk away from you and whatever this is that is affecting my performance on the field. It’s the coward’s way out. I don’t think that I could ever look at myself in the mirror again. I was born to fight. I suspect this is going to be one of my toughest ones to date.” I shifted nervously hearing the crinkle of the paper underneath me with each movement.

  The incessant beeping of my strong heartbeat was ringing in my ears. I was glad to see that I wasn’t having some sort of cardiac condition. My heart did skip a beat in her presence, but that was for obvious reasons. Even suggesting anything untoward would negate all the hard work that she was doing on my behalf.

  Nobody else needed to know what we did behind closed doors, but people did have the tendency to fill in the blanks. I was staring at the sunset in her eyes and the rosy cheeks of her embarrassment from almost falling into my embrace.

  In hindsight, I probably should have gone to a male doctor, but Deborah had turned out to be something of a blessing in disguise. Her work ethic was beyond reproach and her bedside manner was more than a little appealing.

  “I have a way to give you back your edge temporarily until we get back home. I can give you a hypnotic suggestion. It’s by no means a cure, but it will do in the interim. It won’t take much and you just have to listen to my voice. When you’re feeling anxious and those memories begin to surface, you’ll have this habit of tapping your wrist. Is this acceptable for the time being until we can address the elephant in the room?” She asked, but my mind was drawn to the shape of her mouth with her wearing this form-fitting white skirt and sexually revealing red blouse.

  I had this indulgence to see her naked. Her voice was melodic like this very sensual song in my head. I reached for her and felt her hands slap me away from getting any closer than necessary. I could almost see this wall being erected and I had never been more nervous in my life.

  There was something behind that wall and nothing was going to keep it contained for long.

  Chapter 11

  Deborah

  It was a week of being on the road from one hotel room to another and somehow, I was able to keep myself from doing anything that would be considered unethical. He was off limits, no matter how much my body begged to be taken to new heights of pleasure in moments of great joy.

  We had returned to Chicago and I had convinced him to invite me over for dinner. He knew exactly what I was suggesting and didn’t hesitate for one single second. He told me repeatedly that he felt like he was drowning.

  I wasn’t very good at dating and had this tendency to talk about work in a hypothetical context. I felt comfortable with Cadence. The man was easy on the eyes. Being damaged made me want to fix him, but I was afraid this would result in going our separate ways.

  I wanted to feel him pull me close and say those words I wanted to hear. I just didn’t know if he was capable of exposing those feelings long enough to give them a voice. He was a complicated man with layers which I had to dig through to find the truth.

  His place was a marvel of modern day engineering. The high-rise was a vast array of windows. The thickness would have stopped a bullet had it been necessary.

  I had a bottle of wine in my hand chilled to perfection from my private wine cellar. It was small in comparison to the rich and famous, but I prided myself on my collection of rare bottles that could be attained through anonymous sources.

  The doorman was courteous with a nod of his head. He actually took his hat off to show me a bit of respect. He twirled his black mustache with one finger and licked his lips.

  I had decided to wear something a little bit more provocative than my prim and proper work attire. This consisted of a little black dress made of the finest silk money could buy. I had seen it in the shop window two years ago and never had the occasion to wear it. It stayed in my closet covered in plastic to retain its luster and magnificence.

  It made me feel like a sexual creature on the prowl for suitable prey. The first test was seeing him in his element away from the pomp and circumstance of the crowd cheering his name. He could relax and be himself without putting on airs to make everybody else comfortable. I had suggested home field advantage, but it also had its underlying risk.

  The elevator climbed and my nerves didn’t settle down. I thought I was going to need a paper bag to breathe into, but I managed to keep myself calm by tapping my wrists with two fingers. It was a tried and true method.

  The door opened onto a spacious modernized bachelor pad. The lights were dimmed and the explosion of colors outside the windows drew me to it like a moth to a flame. It was wishful thinking to believe that I could remain a good girl when the bad girl inside was crying out for attention.

  He was in his bathrobe and I devised this unusual guessing game to figure out what he was wearing underneath it. The bathrobe went all the way down to his ankles revealing nothing.

  “I’m running a bit late, but you can make yourself at home. Take your jacket off and open the bottle of wine you brought with you. I know I can use a drink. I just have to slip into something a little more comfortable,” He teased using the very same words women used on unsuspecting victims through history.

  I wasn’t interested in a day or weekend but more of a long-term commitment. I was a fine piece of real estate and I was desperate for him to plant his flag. His frame of mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He needed me to take him by the hand and guide him with a sensual offering that would keep him from thinking too far ahead.

  It was also a reason to get close to explore under
the guise of being a professional. I knew that there was nothing professional about my behaviour. I warmed my hands with a motion that had me rubbing my palms together.

  I opened the bottle of wine using a corkscrew in the kitchen and poured two glasses almost to the rim. The stemware was exquisite and it was real quality stuff worth a pretty penny. It was nothing but the best for Cadence.

  It wasn’t technically acceptable, but liquid courage was the order of the day. I stood at the windows watching the city and wondering what their story was. Everybody had one and nobody could understand their pain unless they walked a mile in their shoes.

  He came back out wearing a black shirt with a tribal design on it and black pants to match. His black shoes were polished to a shine and there wasn’t a hair out of place on his head.

  “You have a timeless beauty and a smile that lights up the room. I’ve never been very good at singing a woman’s praises. The words come easily to my troubled mind when you are around.” He was behind me and I could feel the heat of his body getting closer until he had his hands on my hips.

  “I know we should have some self-control, but sex can be therapeutic. We don’t have to be good when it would feel so much better to be bad. I wouldn’t be opposed to going to your bedroom. I hope you don’t find me too forward, but saying what is on my mind takes out the guesswork.” I felt him take my hand and the warmth of his fingers shot an injection of adrenaline through my veins.

  “This is uncharted territory for me. This place is my sanctuary and I have never brought a woman back here. I’m not just saying that to get into your pants. I could probably lie to you, but I don’t think that I could do it with a straight face,” He confessed and guided me down the hallway that was followed by him opening up the door to the master bedroom.

  The kingsize bed was covered by this white duvet. It looked plush and inviting. I found myself jumping into the middle of it. It was spontaneous and something of an impulse move, but his reaction was priceless.

  I motioned with my finger and he twirled around so that I could see him from every angle with a whistle of appreciation coming from my lips. I clapped with enthusiasm and felt like a giddy schoolgirl about to get her first kiss. It was cliché considering that he was the star quarterback and I was this meek and mild intellectual looking to garner his attention.

  “I’m flattered to be the first one allowed inside this private oasis.” I watched him unbutton his shirt and how it seemed to float on an air pocket all the way down to the redwood floors.

  I quickly scrambled to the edge of the bed grabbing him by his belt until my legs were dangling over the side. I could change my mind at any time, but I was determined to find out if my fantasy could match up to the reality. I could already hear my friend whispering into my ear, but she was drowned out by my libido raging strong and proud.

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve always been the type to open up my own presents. The packaging looks nice, but I’m more interested in what lies beneath it. I don’t know why we have been fighting this.” I was being hypocritical and denying him was harder than it looked.

  I opened up his pants and let my eyes linger to the firm outline of his cock. I pulled back his underwear and took a peek. The huge helmet was announcing its presence by leaving a telltale stain on the front of his dark shorts.

  “You took the words right out of my mouth, but I wanted to remain respectful of your wishes.” He stood there with those muscles rippling to encourage my bad behaviour.

  I took a firm hold of his briefs with both hands and lowered them slowly to reveal the masterpiece uncovered before me. I got those briefs down to his knees before drawing my attention back to the heat of his cock calling out to me.

  I slipped him into my mouth and he gasped in surprise. His moan of incentive drew my lips along the length of him leaving a trail of my lipstick in my wake. He found no gag reflex. The head and the first couple of inches were given the full treatment of my throat.

  “I admit that I was wrong to keep you at a distance. I’m not sure what you’re doing is just for show, but you certainly have my undivided attention. I love the way that your mouth takes my cock all the way down to the base.” His outcry was nothing compared to my hungry efforts to bring him over the top.

  I wasn’t subtle and there was no mistaking my intentions from the moment I started to go down on him. His shaft was covered in a long string of my spit. He buried it five times with his hands holding onto the back of my head taking a fistful of my hair in the process.

  He grunted his reply and I could feel the loaded gun getting ready to unload. It didn’t take much and barely 10 minutes, but my enthusiasm was infectious. I showed him that it wasn’t about the act, but the love that a woman took in bringing her man the kind of pleasure that could only be dreamed about.

  I looked up from where I was and I could see in his eyes that he was fighting the natural urge. He didn’t have to run and hide from his feelings. This one-touch was going to set him free and being alone with me was a good way to bring those walls down that I had erected.

  I felt him getting ready and then he moaned in compliance. I didn’t have to try very hard, but my technique was something that I had mastered over time. I could read the signs and every man was different. It was about finding what was going to work for him and concentrating on that.

  His jettison of cream boiled to the surface and fired point blank range into my mouth. I swallowed three times but remained steadfast in my approach relieving him of every drop. My fingers were playing with the length of his shaft.

  I sat back with my legs spread slightly and I knew from the expression of lust that he was ready for more.

  Chapter 12

  Cadence

  I was emotionally drained, but physically I was getting my second wind. I dropped to my knees and grabbed her around her thighs to draw her closer to the warmth of my mouth. The sizzle of my tongue drew a moan of desire from her.

  I smiled with my eyes brightly shining and then darted my tongue in between the folds of her sex. It felt like I was sticking my tongue into an electrical socket with my eyes wide in shock by how powerful her thighs were when they were wrapped around my head.

  I found inspiration when she dropped the straps of the dress. Her breasts were beautiful and my cock twitched. I was getting pumped up in more ways than one.

  It was essential that I gave her the kind of pleasure that she had just given me. I was looking at her pulsating hole and the little quiver on the inside of her thighs to give me a good indication that I was on the right track.

  “This is no word of a lie. What you’re doing is absolutely amazing. I feel like I’m getting hotter by the second with my skin on fire. You are responsible for that.” She fell back with her hands over her head stretching her limbs with her toes pointing toward the ceiling over my shoulders.

  It was rewarding to see her squirm and become more comfortable in her skin. I drove the pointed end of my tongue into her. Her pleasure filled moans were music to my ears. She was a fan of my style and technique. Her reaction was pure and unadulterated.

  Her head thrashed from side to side with her eyes closed. I extracted my tongue slowly so that she could feel it lingering with flicking motions at the entrance. I knew that she was on the verge and I clamped my lips over her clit which had become enlarged and quite pronounced.

  She squealed and let out this high pitched moan that was quite deafening. The walls were thick, but her muffled exclamation of pleasure could probably be heard by the neighbors in the next suite. I prolonged her pleasure by fluttering my tongue against her clit.

  I came up for air with her body still jerking every so often. She was feeling the aftershocks with mini-climaxes after the big one. Her eyes remained closed. The expression on her face was this pure and unfiltered desire.

  I flipped her over and buried my head between her cheeks. She wasn’t ready for it and the second orgasm was waiting in the wings.
It happened quite suddenly and she was literally pounding her fists into the mattress begging me to stop, but I knew that she didn’t want me to.

  My other hand was out of sight, lightly stroking the evidence of my renewed charge of excitement. It was quite hard and there was no mistaking the instant effect that she had on me. The fire had only been temporarily extinguished, but it was coming back in full force.

  I was using my mouth to occupy her time. It was a thrill beyond words to bring her the pleasure she probably could never find elsewhere. I gave my best and went beyond the call of duty waiting for her to calm down before continuing.

  She took one long last breath and I knew it was time. She rolled to her back in greeting with her arms reaching out to me.

  I stood up with my legs slightly bent at the knees. I held onto the inside of her thighs, hooking my arms around her levelling her little hole with my imposing cock. I nudged and she reached down to feed my cock into her warmth.

  She was poisoning my mind and I felt like I was under some hypnotic spell.

  The mattress moved away from the wall when my cock was fully enveloped. The surrounding heat and liquid fire were hard to ignore. I stared at her with the madness of my sexual desire holding me to a different standard.

  The lower half of her body was hanging over the bed. She was scratching my chest with both hands. I thought for sure that I was being mauled by a feral animal, but it was just her body reacting to the stimulus of my cock plumbing her hole.

  “I know that you can feel how my pussy is begging for it. Don’t disappoint me, but I don’t think that you could even if you tried. Show me the man inside. That cock is huge and stretches me so good to make me wet,” She moaned and continued clawing my chest like a feline cat with a scratching post.

  She left her temporary mark but didn’t break the skin. It did strike me like a cattle prod to the privates. The slap of our flesh was a resounding example of what two people could do to one another when properly motivated.