Play Hard: Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Abbi Hemp

  “You know who my father is now.”

  “Do you have some of the…”

  “Yeah,” she said, cutting me off.

  My smile intensified.

  “My box is on top of the dresser,” she said, pointing.

  She left the room as I walked over to open an intricately carved wooden box. Inside, I saw a glass jar with a few choice buds and a pack of Zig-Zag rolling papers.

  I sat down on the edge of the bed and got to work rolling a fat, two-paper joint. If she wanted slow and sensual, this would help get us going in the right direction.

  As I rolled, she came back in with a silver tray and a bunch of candles on it.

  “You’re prepared,” I said. “I like that.”

  She smiled and set the tray on the dresser. I went back to rolling the joint as she lit the candles. By the time she turned off the lights, I’d finished.

  “Not bad,” she said, examining it closely. “I’m impressed.”

  “You can’t get as rich off as weed as I did if you don’t know how to roll.”

  “I’m not in this for your money,” she said suddenly, almost wrecking the mood.

  “Whoa. Where did that come from?”

  “I don’t know. It’s just that sometimes you like to talk about your money a lot.”

  “It’s not my primary concern now.”

  “Yeah? What is your primary concern?”

  “You, silly.”

  I patted the mattress next to me.

  “Let’s get undressed before we get stoned,” she said. “Do you mind?”

  “Seeing that body of yours again? Not at all.”

  “I hate my breasts. The nipples are too puffy.”

  “Get out of here,” I said as I stood up. “They’re fucking perfect.”

  “You think so?”

  “I love every inch of your body, and tonight I’m going to prove it to you.”

  “Okay,” she said quietly.

  I watched as she undressed, honestly loving the curves on her body. Too many of the women who threw themselves at me were rail thin like they never ate. My ideal woman stood before me.

  After stepping out of my pants, I waved my hand toward the bed. She crawled on the mattress and moved to the far side, laying on her back. I laid down next to her, staring up at the ceiling.

  “This is powerful stuff,” she said.

  “Oh, I know. Your dad and I smoked some.”

  “Please don’t mention him right now while I’m naked, okay? I love him and all…”

  I smiled and said, “I understand.

  “Light it up,” she said.

  “No music?”

  “We’re going to be making out own music. I had no idea what to play.”

  “Fair enough,” I said, lighting up the joint.

  It was as thick as one of her slender fingers. After puffing and inhaling, I passed it to her. She took it, her smooth, silky skin touching mine. Settle down, I told myself.

  I exhaled, a cloud of smoke rising above us. The bed became our life raft as we floated to another realm by altering our minds. Three or five or nine hits later, she declined.

  “I’m good,” she said.

  As I leaned over and put the half-joint into a Barbie ashtray on her nightstand, I laughed.

  “What?” she asked, sitting up.

  “They have a Barbie ashtray?”

  “It’s a joke. My dad made it for me.”

  “Nice,” I said, rolling over on my back.

  “This is nice,” she said then took a deep breath.

  I felt her hand move to my thigh, causing me to sigh. As her fingers caressed a tiny spot of my body, I put my hand on her leg, doing the same. The smell of marijuana, strawberries, and flowers filled the air.

  “Your room smells great,” I said.

  “Shhh,” she hissed, her hand inching closer to my cock.

  As we quietly explored each other, pleasure washed over my entire body and mind. Maybe it was the weed or the fact we were taking it slow and sensual, but something was different. Even if I couldn’t put my finger on it exactly, I felt the difference.

  My hand reached her pubic hair, neatly trimmed. The red tuft drove me nuts, but without seeing it, I experienced it differently. Her fingers brushed against my cock as she stroked my pubes. Blood rushed between my legs as my chest rose and fell faster.

  Instead of grasping my hard dick with her fingers like I expected, she rolled on her side and ran them over my stomach and up my chest. The light touch sent tingles through my entire body. My cock throbbed, still filling with blood and getting so hard.

  I felt her breasts pressed against my arm and chest as I rolled on my side to face her. We stared into each other’s eyes, totally lost in the moment. The perfect features of her face came together in a way I would never tire of looking at.

  She moved her hand to my back, running it over my body until she reached my ass cheeks. I mimicked her movements, each of us taking our time. Unlike our previous sexual encounters, we were both not as rushed, intent on going slow and building up the tension.

  “Mmm,” she moaned as my hard cock pressed between her thighs.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured. “I’m getting so hard.”

  I pushed her on her back and got between her legs. Kneeling over her prone body, her beautiful breasts flattened out, I lost myself for a moment.

  “Taste me,” she begged, making me want to oblige.

  After laying on my stomach in between her legs, I reached up and massaged her breasts with my hands while kissing around her pussy at the same time. She arched her back, lifting her hips, but I pulled back, wanting to tease her a bit more.

  She lifted her legs into the air, holding them back and giving me unfettered access to her wet pussy. I gently ran the tip of my tongue over her outer lips before kissing above and to the sides. The soft scent of soap hit my nose as I kissed her inner thigh, first one then the other.

  All the while, she squirmed, wanting more as I built up the anticipation to intolerable levels. When I finally swiped my flattened tongue against her pussy lips from bottom to top, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into her warm, wetness.

  I moved my lips and tongue around, loving her taste. Her hands fell away when I lifted my head and looked up at her face between the curvy mounds of her breasts. Our eyes locked for a moment. She had a look of urgency on her face.

  “You want me to continue?” I teased.

  “Yes.”

  “Doesn’t sound like it.”

  “Yes, please,” she begged.

  She squirmed as I slipped two fingers inside her tight, wet hole. I pulled them out then pushed them in again as she bucked her hips, trying to get them deeper inside her pussy. As I fucked her with two digits, I gently ran my tongue over the hood of her clitoris.

  “Yes…”

  Her voice spurred me on, bringing her closer to orgasm. Each time I thought she moaned too loudly, I pulled out my fingers and lifted my head. Teasing only made her more wet and urgent.

  “Put it in me,” she gasped. “Please fuck me now.”

  “Not yet,” I said, loving the power I had over her in that moment.

  I got to my knees.

  “Come here. I have something for you.”

  As I stroked my cock with my right hand, she got up and turned around.

  “How should I…”

  “Figure it out,” I said roughly then waved my cock up and down.

  She laid on her stomach then scooted forward. Too far from my hard cock, she got to her knees. I rubbed my dick against her soft cheek then slid it over her wet, red lips.

  “You like this don’t you, dirty girl?”

  “I do,” she said demurely. “Can I… can I touch it?”

  “You can do a lot more than touch it, but that’s a good place to start.”

  Someone, with the weed and our strengthening relationship, we had slipped into some weird roleplay fantasy. Neither of us minded in the le
ast.

  I took a deep breath as she wrapped her thin, cool fingers around my warm, hard cock.

  “Like this?”

  “Yeah. Kiss the tip.”

  She pursed her lips and pressed them against the head of my cock.

  “Good dirty girl. Now lick right under the head. Where I like it.”

  “Mmm,” she moaned as her pink, wet tongue slipped out of her mouth.

  I glanced down at her as she licked the underside of my head – that most sensitive spot.

  “That’s good,” I said as she lapped.

  “Can I…taste it?” she asked in an innocent voice.

  “Yes. Do it now.”

  Her lips wrapped around my cock. I sucked in a deep breath as it disappeared deeper into her mouth. The taste of her juices on my lips and the sight of her sucking my dick turned me on even more. I had to have her pussy.

  “Turn around,” I said.

  She looked up at me with her eyes open so wide. I watched her body as she turned around and pressed her chest against the mattress. Her ass stuck up in the air as I crawled over on my knees.

  I slipped in the tip, enjoying the sensation a moment before pushing in the rest of the way. Her pussy spread and opened, fitting me like a smooth, velvet glove.

  At a loss for words, I grunted, “Fuck.”

  Each time I thrust into her pussy, she pressed her hips back, trying to get my dick even deeper inside her. I squeezed her ass cheeks a few times then slipped a hand underneath to rub her clitoris while continuing to penetrate her over and over again.

  “Yes, like that,” she said, her breathing coming quicker.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I asked, pounding even harder.

  “Yes. Oh please, yes. Fuck me.”

  “Like this?”

  I pushed all the way in with one quick thrust then pulled out and repeated the process.

  “Oh, fuck, yes!”

  Her pussy tightened around my cock as she came, screaming out in pleasure with her face pressed against the mattress. Normally I would have been able to go quite a while longer, but something about that night made me come right after she did.

  My hot seed exploded out of the tip of my dick, filling her completely. I threw my head back, almost passing out as my entire body tingled after the initial spurts of my orgasm. After I pulled out, I collapsed on the bed next to her. She rolled over and put her arm across my stomach.

  As I caught my breath, enjoying the afterglow, she leaned up and kissed me on the mouth.

  “That was wonderful.”

  “You’re done already?” I teased.

  “Not in the least, but you’re going to need some time to recharge.”

  “You hungry too?”

  She nodded her head.

  “I can make something.”

  “Nonsense. We can make it together.”

  We both smiled, our love washing over us in waves. The night was the best one I’d had in a long time.

  TWENTY-NINE

  Heidi

  Super Weed

  The next morning, Brent had Keifer drive us to Dad’s house to check on him and the Super Weed for the Cannabis Cup Finals. As we sat around his kitchen table, an idea hit me.

  “I’m going to quit the DEA,” I said.

  “What? Are you sure?” Brent asked.

  I nodded my head.

  “What are you going to do?” Dad asked.

  “I was thinking about coming to work with you.”

  My father tilted his head as he stared at me.

  “I never thought I’d hear you say that,” he said.

  “You wouldn’t mind?”

  “I’d love it,” he said.

  I turned from Dad to Brent, who glanced at me. He looked so cute with a smile perched on his face. Happiness hit me intensely for the first time in years.

  “How’s the super plants going?” Brent asked.

  “The last one for the Cannabis Cup is almost ready for harvest. It’s in the greenhouse. I have one joint with the last batch. It’s the last of it. We can smoke it.”

  “You get stoned with your dad often?” Brent asked.

  I glanced at him with a wide smile and guilty expression.

  “I’ll be back,” Dad said.

  As he stood up to get the last joint of the good stuff, I reached across the table and put my hand over Brent’s. We made eye contact, neither of us looking away.

  “Are you sure about this decision?” he asked.

  I nodded, not saying a word.

  “You’re not doing it because…”

  “I’m doing it for me, not you,” I interrupted.

  He nodded. When Dad walked back in, I pulled my hand back.

  “When are you quitting at the DEA?” he asked as he sat down.

  “Soon,” I said. “They’re going to think it’s weird, but I don’t care anymore. People like Ron Glass get promoted while I work hard and get nothing.”

  “Ron Glass?” Brent asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “He’s the one who told me you work for the DEA.”

  “Really? Why was he talking to you?”

  “He said he’s working with the cartels. You haven’t caught him on your wiretap?”

  “No, but it doesn’t surprise me he’s working with the bad guys.”

  “Another reason for you to quit,” Dad said then passed the joint to me.

  I took a hit, holding the smoke in, then handed it to Brent. The joint made its way around the table a few times. Laughter and small talk filled the air along with a dense cloud of smoke.

  * * *

  Later that afternoon, Brent and I walked outside.

  “I can’t believe you made him wait out here for you.”

  “He doesn’t mind,” he said. “And he’s paid well.”

  “I don’t know. I’m not sure I could do it.”

  “Keifer is a special guy. He’s been working for me since the very beginning.”

  I turned to look him in the eyes as we stood on the porch.

  “It’s a good sign your employees are loyal.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. I think we have something.”

  “I’m sure we have something good,” he said then leaned over and kissed me.

  “We should get going. Can you drop me off at my house?”

  He nodded. “You want me to stay over?”

  “I do, really, but I have work in the morning.”

  “Are you going to tell them tomorrow?” he asked.

  I nodded. “I’ll write a resignation letter and hand it in. They’ll want me to stay a few weeks at least to tie up loose ends. Maybe. Who knows.”

  “What are you going to do about Ron Glass? Should I come in and say something about what he offered me?”

  “No,” I answered quickly. “I’ll take care of it. You shouldn’t get involved if at all possible. Real journalists would tear you a new one if they found out you had anything to do with it.”

  “I’m the victim here,” he said. “But I understand.”

  While I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself, I said, “We’ll get it worked out.”

  “Let’s go,” he said, stepping aside.

  I walked down the steps and headed to the black, stretch SUV. Brent opened the back door. After I climbed in, I scooted over to the far side of the leather bench seat.

  “Take us back to her house, Keifer,” he called to the front after shutting the door.

  “Sure thing, boss,” the long blond-haired man said from the driver’s seat.

  “Everything is moving so fast,” I said as the SUV pulled away.

  “Are you talking about us or things at work?”

  “Both,” I said honestly. “I’m not looking forward to accusing Ron, but it has to be done.”

  He put his hand on my knee.

  “Like I said, I can help.”

  “I appreciate it, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be involved with them at all. I’m not even sure
if Keller, my boss, is also dirty or not.”

  “Are you going to tell him about Ron?”

  “No, I don’t think so. I’m going to have to go higher up.”

  “That’s smart,” he said, squeezing my leg.

  “I’m no dummy.”

  “The smartest sexy woman I’ve ever met.”

  I smiled, some of my stress floating away as his love poured over me.

  THIRTY

  Heidi

  What the What?!

  At work on Monday, I sat at my desk staring at the screen of my laptop. I’d been working on my resignation letter for the last hour. Part of me wondered if it was a good idea, but after Dad’s problems with skin cancer, I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

  I read the three whole sentences I’d typed, hating each and every single word. Just as I moved to delete them and start over, Ron Glass walked up and leaned against the divider between my cubicle and the next one. When I ignored him, he coughed.

  “Hey, little lady. We need to talk.”

  “I don’t have time right now,” I said without looking up at him.

  “You want your father to stay out of trouble?”

  I shot a dirty look at him.

  “What are you talking about? You better not…”

  “Calm down,” he interrupted. “Don’t get yourself worked up yet.”

  He glanced around the office, making sure no one else was around to hear us.

  “You need to frame Brent Stone,” he said quietly. “If you do this, I won’t plant evidence on your father and arrest him for distributing heroin and cocaine.”

  “My father doesn’t touch that junk,” I said in a furious tone, my nostrils flaring.

  “No, but by the time I’m done with him, no one is going to believe him or you.”

  “Why are you going after Brent? Is it because you’re dirty?”

  “Ah,” he said, a smile spreading across his face. “What do you know?”

  “Nothing,” I lied. “You just told me what I need to know, though.”

  “Clever girl.”

  I stood up, not afraid of him.

  “I’m a woman. A strong one.”

  “You’re definitely a woman.”