Hold Onto Me_A Secret Baby Romance

by Juliana Conners

  I shrugged. “Don’t cheesy pickup lines do it for you?” I asked, smiling at her.

  I was turning on all the charm. I knew I was hot as hell. The football players might not have liked my attitude, but women loved it, and that meant I could get laid anytime I wanted. Like now.

  “Well …” she leaned back onto the bar with both her elbows behind her so that it pushed her chest out, and I struggled to maintain eye contact. “Maybe they do.”

  I leaned toward her. The way she looked up at me in a mix of innocence and sinfulness suddenly made me realize how I knew her.

  “You’re Jacob Lawson, aren’t you?” she said, before I could say anything.

  “Guilty as charged,” I answer. “And you’re little Kina Peterson.”

  The last time I had seen her, she was a scrawny, awkward high schooler in pig tails and bobby socks. She had certainly filled out since then. Now she was a real looker. I couldn’t even believe it.

  “I am indeed,” she said, laughing.

  I was glad she was taking this all in stride. I had an urgent desire to bend her over and fuck her. I had just been momentarily afraid she would no longer be interested when she found out who I was.

  It certainly did complicate things. But, my cock was already starting to rise and I didn’t want to let it down.

  “Wanna fuck?” I asked her.

  There was no point making small talk when I knew what I wanted and it was pretty clear that she did, too. I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea, thinking that I wanted to pull up a chair and buy her a drink and talk about old times.

  She pulled up one shoulder in a shrug.

  “Yeah, okay,” she said and met my eyes with those fresh green irises.

  It says a lot about a woman when she’s willing to fuck you in a bar bathroom. I didn’t really care, though. I was doing the same damn thing, so whatever it said about her, it said about me, too.

  “But don’t tell my brother,” she added.

  “Deal,” I told her. “What happens in this sports bar stays in this sports bar. After tonight, we’ll forget all about it.”

  “Cool.”

  The fact that I wasn’t planning on seeing her again was another reason I didn’t care what she was up to. Her moral compass could be completely screwed, and I wouldn’t care. It wasn’t like mine was completely intact.

  She led me into the ladies’ room, checked the cubicles and then locked the door.

  It didn’t take long for me to get her tits out of her bra and hanging over the top of her low shirt, her skirt up around her waist and her panties around her ankles.

  I couldn’t stop looking at her: she looked like some sort of voluptuous Nordic goddess. Her hair cascaded down to her full ass. Her tits were big but perky, their nipples standing at perfect attention, just as my cock was starting to do.

  I couldn’t believe this was the same girl who used to lounge around the house in a band shirt and basketball shorts. She was a fucking fox now.

  I reminded myself it was time for action, not contemplation. As much as I wanted to stand there frozen and admire her gorgeous body and how well she had grown up, I didn’t want to let on that she had that kind of effect on me. Plus, I was wasting precious time. Why look when I could touch? And lick? And fuck?

  I kneeled before her and pushed my tongue into her slit, lapping at her pussy. She gasped quietly, so we wouldn’t get caught. She held her leg up and wrapped it around my shoulders as my tongue circled her clit and I fingered her wet pussy.

  “Yes,” she said, moaning and leaning her head back onto the stall wall. “You’re making me come. I love how you’re licking me dry.”

  And I loved how she talked dirty. It was clear she was really into it, letting herself go due to the randomness of this situation and the fact that we’d never see each other again just like we had never seen each other from high school until now. This poor girl clearly needed some sexual release, and I was happy to be able to help out. But then it was time for her to return the favor.

  She didn’t hesitate when I straightened up and pulled my cock out of my pants. She glanced at it, wrapped long, manicured fingers around my base and kneeled in front of me. I pushed into her mouth, and she looked up at me, just like I imagined.

  Her mouth was hot, and she sucked me off so good I was afraid I was going to ruin it by coming right there. I looked down at her green eyes and then her big tits as she licked the head of my cock and then sucked on its shaft, while playing with my balls, and I was about to explode.

  “Okay,” I told her, reaching down to gently take her lips off my cock. I didn’t want her to stop sucking on it but I did want to put my cock in her wet pussy. “Let’s do this.”

  I knew that she was dripping wet for me, from how I licked her pussy. And now my cock was super hard, since she had just been sucking it. I was ready to fuck her. I wanted a release. I was wired, and I needed to take the edge off.

  I dug in my pocket for a condom and ripped the foil, rolling it over my dick. I hated having to break up our natural rhythm, but I didn’t know this woman. She waited for me to take care of it. But she was still breathing hard, letting me know how much she wanted me.

  I had her up against the wall, lifting her one leg to open her up for me, and my cock found the entrance of her willing pussy without much difficulty. She was so wet when I pushed into her, I groaned. Her eyes closed, her mouth open. I pumped my hips back and forth a few times, sliding in and out before I got serious.

  I fucked her hard, thrusting into her tight, amazing pussy.

  “This feels so good,” she said, panting.

  “You like my cock in your pussy?” I asked her.

  “Yes,” she said, and I could tell she meant it. “It’s so fucking big. It feels me up completely.”

  She was right about that. I grabbed onto her ass and then I spanked it a little while I continued to fuck her.

  “You’re such a bad girl,” I told her, spanking her left ass cheek, then the right. She cried out “oww!” each time, but her pussy tightened around my cock, letting me know that somewhere underneath the pain, she was feeling pleasure. “But you are so good at taking my cock.”

  “Yes, spank me,” she called out, as if surprising herself by her sudden need and desire for a paddling. I was happy to oblige her, spanking her ass again and then holding on to both ass cheeks while I spread her pussy wider and pushed harder.

  Looking down, I smiled at her plush, red ass cheeks and at the eager way my cock was pushing in and out of her pussy. I hadn’t had sex this good in a long time. Who would have thought that about random bathroom sex with the sister of my high school best friend?

  I reached around and played with her clit while she started to moan.

  “I’m so bad,” she called out. “I saw you in the bar and I wanted you to fuck me. I knew you’d have a big cock and that you’d know how to give me what I need.”

  “Yes,” I told her, lightly spanking her clit while I fucked her pussy hole. “I knew your pussy wanted my cock.”

  “It’s always wanted your cock,” she said.

  I liked the sound of that, but she didn’t elaborate. She looked a little embarrassed about the confession. But I loved it.

  “Oh, my God,” she called out, leaning back and pulling my hair as she came. “This feels so fucking good.”

  I played with her nipples, rubbing them gently in circles while she finished coming. After that, she kind of collapsed on me a bit, laying up against my chest and moaning as if she was in heaven.

  I was so glad I was able to make her come like that, give her the release she had so obviously been craving. I twisted her nipple for good measure while she came down off her high, and then I held onto her clit with one hand and her nipple with the other, squeezing her, claiming her as my own, if only for one crazy moment.

  She was a generous lover, still moving her hips against my pelvis, letting the rhythm of our fucking continue even after her gigantic orgasm. She was breathing s
oftly, moaning a bit, shaking her fucking gorgeous tits in my face while letting me have my way with her as I continued to fuck her dripping wet pussy.

  I could make myself last for a while if I wanted to, but this wasn’t about taking my time. This was about a quick fuck-and-release. I had to remind myself of that fact, because this was so good I found myself wanting more, which is unlike me.

  I felt her pussy clamp down on me, as if wanting to help me along with my own orgasm. There was no need for that, although it was a welcome addition to the pleasure I was experiencing. I felt a twinge in my balls and I stuck a finger up her ass, which seemed to surprise her even more than the spankings did.

  “Oh,” she said, and the innocent little way it came out made my cock pulse and throb even more inside her.

  The tone of her voice contained a confession. She wasn’t used to this. Bathroom sex with random strangers, I mean. And she probably wasn’t used to a lover who knew how to give her body what it didn’t even know it wanted or needed. She’d never been with a man like me before. And, from the sound of her “oh” at the way I was exploring her asshole, I didn’t think she’d been with many at all.

  I couldn’t hold back. That fucking innocent little tone of hers made me come. She rested her head on my shoulder and I took a little bite of her neck, claiming her once again. A moment later, I released inside her, pumping into the condom.

  She made another small sound, suddenly rather quiet after all her dirty talk. I slid off the condom and threw it in one of the sanitary bins.

  I had to duck back into the stall to do so. That was fine by me, so I wouldn’t see her naked, fucking gorgeous body.

  I was doing my best not to look at her, because I suddenly felt vulnerable, and I hate being fucking vulnerable with a woman. I knew what they did to you when you opened yourself up to them. And I refused to ever have that done to me again.

  I was afraid that if I looked at her, I wouldn’t want to stop. I’d want to keep my eyes on her until I got hard again, and fuck her all over again. And again and again and again.

  Fuck, Jacob. Pull yourself together.

  Maybe I was having these thoughts because she wasn’t really just a random stranger I was hooking up, I thought. I had known her before. We had a prior connection. But damn, that sex was hot. Perhaps it was just making me a bit discombobulated.

  When I stepped out of the cubicle again, her tits were tucked in under her bra and shirt, and she was working her skirt over her big, fine ass. She fluffed her hair in the mirror, applied an extra layer of lipstick, which reminded me that I had kissed her while I was fucking her—fuck, I never do that—and turned to me with a smile.

  I was half wondering whether she was going to ask me for my autograph, like the last girl I was with. For some reason, I would be offended.

  She didn’t though. She smiled and said, “I’m going to fix myself up a bit more, if you’d like to head out, don’t wait on me.”

  “Sure thing,” I told her. “Thanks for the fun.”

  “You’re welcome,” she shrugged, as if it was no big deal.

  Woah.

  This girl- turned- woman had gotten what she wanted out of me, and was ushering me out. I wasn’t used to that—it was usually the other way around.

  That must be why I still want her again, I thought, as I snuck out the door. It has to be human nature to want something you can’t have, and she’s sure not acting like I could have her again. I mean, in actuality, it wouldn’t be a good idea.

  Her brother Kyle was not fond of me. He wouldn’t be happy at all to hear about our little escapade. Therefore, this was a forbidden thing that just seemed hotter than it was, because it was taboo.

  Sure, that’s it, I laughed at myself, as I left Kina in the bathroom and behind me for good. It’s not that that girl from way back when is now the hottest you’d ever seen, or that the sex was the most amazing you’d ever have. It’s not that you’ll miss her cute face, curvy body or tight pussy.

  Keep on telling yourself that until you fucking believe it, Jacob. Or at least until you can forget about that strange feeling you got while you were inside her. That feeling that was much like the one you never wanted to feel again, but somehow, even stronger.

  Chapter 4 – Kina

  I was back at work, after having confessed my crazy night over the weekend to Lacey. Now that had been an interesting conversation.

  “You’re kidding me!” she’d exclaimed. “This was Hanson’s friend? Someone on his team?”

  “Not that I know of,” I told her. “I think he plays for a team in Texas. I kind of purposefully didn’t ask much about him, though, so I don’t know what he was doing in town, or how he knows Hanson. I just know he was hot, and I decided I wanted to have a random crazy hook up with him, so I did. And apparently you’re not allowed to call me a slut for it anymore, according to Tess. This is the twenty teens and we’ve progressed past slut shaming.”

  “I would never,” Lacey insisted. “Just because I got married doesn’t mean I’m some judgmental prude. I think it’s awesome that you knew what you wanted and went for it. I just can’t believe it was with Kyle’s old friend! How is that going to go down?”

  “I hope it doesn’t,” I told her. “Jacob and I promised we wouldn’t tell anyone. Well, you don’t count, of course.”

  “Of course.”

  “I mean, you do count as someone, of course,” I clarified, as both of us laughed “And you count as someone who is privy to my deepest, darkest secrets, so, you don’t count when it comes to the pact I made with Jacob, which is what happens at the sports bar stays at the sports bar.”

  “Well, I’m going to ask Hanson what’s up with Jacob,” she said. “I’ll find out why he’s in town for you. And maybe for how long. So you can do it again maybe.”

  “No, don’t,” I insist. “I mean, my libido appreciates it…”

  The thought of the chance to be with Jacob again lodged itself in my mind despite my strong desire to kick it out of there. I knew I couldn’t be with him again but part of me didn’t want to accept that.

  “I mean, I don’t want there to be rumors and gossip and stuff.”

  “Oh, Hanson wouldn’t say anything,” Lacey rushed to say, and I jumped in to clarify.

  “I know,” I told her. “I’m sure he knows how to keep a secret. Look at everything that happened with the two of you.”

  She laughed.

  “But I just want to keep it a dark secret, in the past,” I insisted. “I don’t want it being brought up back into the present. It was perfect like it was, but it would be a mistake to drag it on.”

  “Okay, whatever you say,” Lacey said, as I tried my best to convince myself of what I was telling her.

  And now it was time to stop thinking about all of that and focus on work. Lacey and I had studied the same major, public relations, and we went into the field at the same time once we graduated. She had shot to the top straight away, working with celebrities and really making a name for herself, but I didn’t walk that road. Instead, I had become a PR manager for regular business folk, doing what they needed from me and flying beneath the radar.

  I didn’t mind because I liked my job. I liked working with people, and I preferred staying behind the scenes. The people I worked with had to do the press releases, the public appearances, and all that jazz. I told them what to do to hone their images but otherwise I blended into the background.

  “Hey.” Peter stopped at my desk on his way from the copy room. “Carlson wants to see you.”

  I nodded. “Thanks.”

  I got up and walked to Mike Carlson’s office. I’d worked for Carlson from the start, and he was a good boss.

  “Sit down, Kina,” he said when I walked into his office. “I have a new project for you.”

  I sat down and looked at him eagerly. I liked getting new clients. I liked starting with someone from scratch and building something great.

  Carlson handed me a file. “I don’t know if y
ou’ve heard of the Florida Sharks,” he said.

  I frowned. Of course, I knew what they were.

  My best friend had married the star quarterback. But, even more so, they were an NFL team, and the local one at that. And I had just had bathroom sex with a pro football player.

  Never mind that, I told myself.

  I was miffed that Carlson assumed I wouldn’t know about football. Probably because I was a girl. But, whatever. My job was to know about a lot of different things.

  “It’s a football team,” I said.

  Carlson nodded. “One of the new players needs a little help.”

  I usually got businesses that needed help, not football teams. Not celebrities.

  “Why did I get this?” I asked.

  “Because you’ve been working hard, and you deserve it,” Carlson said.

  I looked up at him. If it was a football player, it was a very high-profile client. This was like getting a raise.

  “Thank you, sir,” I said.

  Carlson nodded at me, flashing a smile before turning back to his work. I got up, knowing I’d been dismissed. I clutched the file to my chest as I walked back to my desk.

  Oh. My. God. This was my first famous client. Ever.

  As soon as I sat down, I opened the file. I was so excited. I had never gotten someone this big. Lacey had gotten some big, famous people everyone knew about, and this was my turn. I had gotten …

  Jacob Lawson.

  Oh, God.

  Could it really be? How could fate be so twisted? Jacob played for the Sharks? And I was just assigned to work with him?

  Before I could process it, Carlson cleared his throat and said, “Kina? Is this okay? I know it’s a big assignment and might seem overwhelming, but I also figured you would want it and could handle it…”

  “Yes,” I said, rushing in to reassure him that he had made the right decision. “I do want it. I can handle it.”

  I’m not sure if I can handle Jacob, I admitted to myself, if handle him means be around him and not want a repeat of the other night.

  But, I was going to have to try. It would be pretty hard to work with Jacob, not only because he had been my brother’s best friend but also because I had just fucked him in a bathroom stall and I couldn’t get him out of my mind.