by Lolita Lane
Balls
Lolita Lane
Contents
Copyright
About Balls
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
About the Author
Balls
Copyright © 2017 by Lolita Lane
Cover by CT Cover Creations
Photography: ©DepositPhotos
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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About Balls
When we were in high school, Bruce Flynn and I were inseparable. We were that couple everyone thought would get married and live happily ever after. And until he took my virginity, I thought that was us too.
Now, six years later I’m a journalist and I got the assignment of a lifetime—interview the star quarterback of the local football team. The article is exactly the thing my career needs and I’m excited about it until I realize who he is—my old high school sweetheart, Bruce. The man who broke my heart.
**This steamy standalone second chance romance is full of First Love, No Cheating, and a Happily Ever After.
Chapter One
We burst through the doors of the school, laughing. Together, we had enough of the festivities. The high school prom, we decided, was actually kind of overrated.
Then again, with what I was planning to do, maybe I personally was speaking too soon.
"That was so cheesy I think I was going to puke," my date for the evening said. He was tall, muscular, handsome as an angel, and he was undoubtedly mine. After four years, you're pretty damn sure you've found the one.
I walked by his side, our hands locked together. "It made those kids day, Bruce."
"I know, but that was after school special sickening."
"Marvin and Gertie aren't going to get a lot of chances to feel special you know. Besides, everyone just expected us to win. A good plot twist is underrated."
He stopped, and pulled me into his arms, his firm grip resting on my hips. On top of it all, he looked so dashing in his tuxedo. "I guess you'll just have to be queen to me and me alone."
"The pageantry is overblown anyway."
"Still going to treat you like a queen though." He leaned in, and shared another kiss with me. We'd been together for so long yet I still wasn't sick of our kissing, and the sparks still flew in my head as we met. Every single touch of my body, every single time I touched him back, it was still magical.
The way my heart kept beating through it all, it reminded me how blessed I was. I heard about people going their whole life without running into someone they could really call their soulmate. Me? I found him. I was only eighteen-years-old, but I found the man who I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
"Ah, there is our chariot, my queen," he said, mockingly, pointing out to the road. A limousine pulled up to the curb.
"You didn't." My eyes went wide seeing it. "You sprung for a goddamn limousine. "
"It's for you. You deserve the entire world, Noelle. I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure you get every single thing I can give you."
"You really didn't have to."
"Well I did, and it's here." He walked over to the door and opened it for me. "Madam, please join me." His tone was mocking, and I could do was giggle in return.
I climbed in. It was super posh inside. There was champagne bars and everything else. He slid in beside me, and I realized I had a drug more powerful than booze could ever be. Tonight was definitely the night.
High school sweethearts. Ever since we ran into each other in freshmen year, Bruce and I have been inseparable. We held each other when we were both awkward kids, and kept one another close even as we matured into adults. I couldn't imagine my life without him by my side, and at this point, I felt a little silly holding out on him.
"Driver, take the scenic route. I want the lovely Noelle to enjoy her trip back home."
I blushed, his hands resting on my lap. Sure, we had been intimate. Mouths, fingers, hands going places that made me blush just thinking about it. The only thing we didn't do though, was the most basic of all ways of expressing one's love.
Ever since I started having feelings about boys, I put my virginity on a pedestal. I knew it was going to be a big moment in my life, and it would be something that I would always remember. No one wants to remember some kid drunkenly climbing on top of you, thrusting twice, and maybe accidentally making you a teenage mother in the process.
So I was going to make sure the risk, no matter how minor, was completely worth it. I wanted it to be the best night of my life, and more than ever, I was sure I wanted it to be with the man right beside me.
Flustered, I leaned over and shared another deep kiss with him. I didn't exactly hint at my plans tonight. For his part, Bruce never pushed me. Despite four years seeming like an eternity compared to what our classmates talked about, he was perfectly fine with keeping our intimacy firmly where it was.
I smiled, feeling the arousal in me grow more intense, knowing what was going to happen.
The ride was wonderful, cuddling with him, seeing the city pass us by. Maybe it was a bit of a waste of his money, since I think I would have been just as happy sitting on a couch doing this, but soon enough, we reached my home. The moment of truth was drawing near. I reached for the door, but I was dating a gentleman. He opened his door, slid over the trunk, and got my door for me before I could do it myself.
I laughed. "Extreme chivalry is your new sport, huh?"
"Well I'm not going to get into a division one school for football, so may as well look into new options."
I took his hand, and stood up. I took a few steps toward my home, and he was still watching me, holding the limo's door. He wanted to make sure I got in safely before he climbed back in and had the limo take him the rest of the way to his own home.
I had another idea though, but I had doubts whether I could go through with it.
Feeling my heart pound, I realized that I wanted this for sure. I wanted this so damn bad. I looked up at Bruce. "Aren't you going to come in with me?"
He raised an eyebrow. "It's late. I figured you'd be exhausted and wanted to go to bed."
I shook my head. "My parents are off meeting with my Uncles. I have the entire house to myself. I'd be awfully lonely in there without you to protect me." I smirked at him, hoping he would get the picture.
Bruce glanced at me with a strange look on his face. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, Noelle?"
I took a deep breath as I searched for my courage.
"I want you. Completely. You know..." I was looking for a way to put it subtly, but not so subtly that he would miss what I was offering. "For the first time."
He smiled. Mission accomplished. Bruce turned around and bent into the limo. I heard him shout something I couldn't understand at the limo driver before standing back up, closing the door, and watching the limo pull away. We wouldn't be needing it, after all. My bed was more comfortable than even the limo's backseat, and
really, any backseat of a car, even a really fancy long one, was super low on my romantic places list.
Soon, Bruce was by my side, we were walking together toward my home.
Sure, he said us letting others win the Prom King and Queen awards was cliché. Really though, we were the ultimate cliché. High school sweethearts in the small town of Franklin, destined to go together to the same community college, destined to spend the rest of our life together.
Opening the door, I walked into my home as I listened for any sounds just in case my parents were still at home. They had left on their trip this morning, and I had played good girl for so long that they completely trusted leaving me alone for prom night.
The need inside me was so strong, that I didn't want to waste too much more time. I headed toward my room, and my love was right behind me, knowing that I was finally going to give him what I knew he was silently desiring for years.
I slipped off my heels, and then climbing onto my bed, I relaxed my legs a bit and shot Bruce my most seductive look. "You know what I want tonight, Bruce. I know its what you want tonight too."
A look of surprise clouded his face. "Are you sure you want this, Noelle? I'm fine with us just exchanging our normal sort of play. The last thing I want is to rush you into something just because you want to please me."
"Bruce, are you trying to tell me you don't want to experience me fully? To have my tight pussy," I leaned forward and dragged a finger across his face seductively, "wrapped around your cock?"
"There's nothing I've been dreaming about more, Noelle. It's just, why now?"
"It's been four years. I've agonized over if I've been too much of a prude just because I want it to be special." I grabbed him by the tie. "We just had our senior prom, the last major event of our childhoods. We're adults now, Bruce. There's nothing I've ever been more certain of – I want you to make me a woman."
"You're the sluttiest virgin I know, Noelle," he said with a grin.
In a flash, he was on top of me, another sweet, wonderful, powerful kiss between us. I was pinned on my bed, his hand caressing my flesh, and going down over my dress. I wanted nothing more than for him to rip it off my body, but I knew this was a rental and I couldn't exactly afford to replace it. So instead, I reached behind myself, clawing for the zipper. Bruce laughed, and grabbed it for me, helping me unzip it, and I wiggled it off my body, letting it slink to the floor. He looked up and down my body, with that same adoring grin he always wore. "Definitely the sluttiest virgin."
I didn't care he was teasing me, I just wanted him. I wanted his flesh against my own, and I yanked that childish clip on tie off his neck, and then grabbed the collar of his shirt to bring him in for another kiss as I undid button after button, ripping it open to reveal his firm, toned chest. It was mine. Mine to touch, to caress, to kiss, to love. Mine to enjoy. He ran his hand down my body, finding his way to my bra, unhooking it, pushing me back down on the bed.
Chapter Two
My breasts slipped out of the loosened bra. The cool air of the room tickling my nipples, combined with the relief of finally having them free. His chest pressed against my own, it was a sensation that I was well used to at this point but I knew I always wanted more of. Just how our bodies rubbed together was so sweet, little tingling feelings spreading all over me. Kisses rained down my body, his lips coming to my breasts, and sucking my tit hard, especially hard, forcing a moan from my lips. A tweak of that breast, he gave the other one the same treatment, letting the little ripples shudder through my body.
"You really are mine, aren't you," he said, looking up and over my body as his lips traveled lower and lower down my form. "God, I can't believe I get to have you of all people. I didn't believe it when I was an awkward freshman, and I still don't believe it now."
I shuddered as he laid a finger on my pussy through my panties. "You touch a girl like that, Bruce, well, she really likes it. Keep telling me why I'm yours. Keep showing me why I'm yours."
He kept caressing me there. "No other girl trembles like you do, Noelle. No girl lets me explore her body like this." As he massaged me through my panties, he was creating goosebumps wherever his hand went, down my thighs, my calves, coming back up my body, even across my ass. Everything he did drove me crazy.
Even as I touched him back, I knew he was winning. He was making me tremble, breathe heavily as he kept pressing me. His fingers slithered past my panties and tickled my naked sex, making it so hungry and driven for him. I hooked the edges of them and pushed them down. He took the clue and pulled them the rest of the way, leaving me bare and completely naked in front of him. I blushed like hell, I did every time.
There was something so asserting when a guy saw everything you had and his only response was to smile. Sure, I had my times where I wasn't sure of my body. I'd compare myself to other girls, and wished I had more in some places and less in others. Bruce, though, was happy with what was in front of him. It was assuring, and it reminded me none of that mattered. He loved what was in front of him, and would always show it the sweetness and attention it deserved.
He slid lower, his fingers sliding around my labia. He was a masterful tease, making me pur as he continued his exploration. Every so often, he would go to my nub, and I'd gasp a bit. I was so ready for him, so aroused, that it didn't take all that much to get a good solid response out of me. "God, Noelle, you're so wet. How long have you wanted this?"
"Years," I said.
"Why did you wait so long?"
My eyes closed, and I bashfully smiled. "I don't know. Maybe I was dumb to not trust you. I always wanted it to be with someone special. You, Bruce, are special. You're the one making me feel foolish for waiting so long." I opened my eyes and shot him a devious glare. "Make me feel even more foolish, make me scream for you, my sexy boy."
He chuckled. "God, I'm going to make you cum. Hard. I don't know if I'll be able to do it with my dick alone, but making sure you get your rocks off is my number one goal, Noelle."
Bruce laid his lips on my clit and sucked it suddenly. Electricity jolted through me as he did so. We had explored each other in such ways so many times, that calling myself a virgin almost felt like just a foolish technicality sometimes. Still, I was waiting for it, I was anticipating it.
I was succeeding in making sure that it would be as special as I hoped it to be.
His tongue followed the path of his fingers, pressing my tender parts, and savoring my juices. I really wanted him, and really wished I could truly tell how wet I was, so I could understand just how much my very own body wanted him too.
For now though, I'd be satisfied with my mind, and the worship that he was giving me. He was licking me, sucking me, tongue fucking me. His fingers were right there, pinching, jerking, caressing my clit too, those same fingers pushing into my slit all the while, remembering to respect the barrier that was there, the small proof that I was just a horny virgin Bruce said I was and not just a plain old slut.
Although I doubted Bruce would think any less of me if I were that, which really was the beauty of him.
Still, my hands curled up over his hair, over his shoulders as I enjoyed what he did to me. Every lick sent a shot of pleasure through me, every suck was a spike of bliss. He was managing these all so wonderfully, keeping me rocking back and forth, going higher, harder, and making me ache for him so damn much. My toes curled, and I tossed and turned as he kept going. Ever so often I would turn away, grabbing my sheets and pulling them off my bed, bit by bit every time. Having a poorly made bed was definitely a small price to pay for what I was feeling.
As I coped with the bliss he was forcing on me, my eyes shot down at him and saw his glee at my predicament. His look was almost mischievous, and if this was his idea of having fun with me, it was a constant reminder of the good choices I've made.
Every time I cried out with a moan, he took it a step further, licking and sucking at my sensitive parts faster. He established a dedicated rhythm to his wonderful cruelty, and I felt it
all building up inside of me as it kept coming at me again and again. I was arching up, doing anything I could to fight off the march of orgasm through my body. I was happily whimpering, and murmuring his name. "Bruce, god, Bruce, why..."
My blissful release was what he wanted, and soon, his fingers were thrusting into me as he was suckling on my clit as if something were actually going to come out of it. All his efforts got however, were me crying out, and slight tears forming in my eyes as I realized I wasn't going to cope much longer.
It was coming, I was coming.
What felt like a ball wadding up in the core of my body, exploded outwards, a massive surge rushing through my body out toward my extremities, pulsing through me again and again. I called out, so loud that I felt the pain shooting through my voice, making it grow ever so hoarse.
Heart pounding, cold sweat all over my body, and a smile on my face as I descended from my climax, the ache still looming over my form.
"God, you're so beautiful with that glow, Noelle."
Catching my breath, I watched as he finished stripping off the last few things on him without my help. As he pushed his pants and his boxers down, I saw his cock, strong and ready for me as it always was. Usually, I would reach out and get ready to let him inside me – via my mouth. This time though, I still wanted him inside me, just in a way that would make Jesus cry less.
"You sure you want this, Noelle?"
He was taking deep breaths. Why was he so unsure of this? I thought he'd have plunged himself in me already. "I want you, Bruce. Please, be my first. Make me a proper woman."
"No coming back from this, you know."
"I never thought I'd have to try so hard to get a guy to fuck me," I flashed a seductive gaze at him.
His smile was soft. "If that's what you want, I'm not going to say no."