Hang Em' Up: A Bad Boy Sports Pregnancy Romance

by Ashley Stewart

  She knew that they both knew that she was already so ready for him that she was dripping wet, but she indulged his game for a little longer, her head turning into the pillow as she bit her lip in an attempt to help her ride out the teasing.

  At long last, after more minutes of teasing than she could have counted, he angled his hips, allowing his engorged erection to enter her with almost no resistance to be found from her womanly folds for how thoroughly lubricated she was from his ministrations. All it took was applying a little pressure, and he was buried to the hilt in her tight channel, eliciting a moan from her that she was confident was putting the loft's sound proofing to the test. She keened at the sudden fullness she felt, a sensation that she had been craving since she had worked out her feelings last night while she laid awake, unable to go back to sleep for how much she had needed him inside of her. Already, she felt her next orgasm building, and she rocked her hips against his, sheathing him fully and encouraging him to move inside of her. She wasn't sure how she was able to orgasm again so soon after her first one, but she wasn't about to question it, and instead chose to chase the high once more.

  “Angela,” he huffed her name against her skin as he moved, hips quickly finding their rhythm in the piston-like motion of the snap of their bodies parting and coming together in a frantic rhythm.

  She felt his pulse from his length, buried deep inside her, and it hit her clitoris just enough and in just the right way that it was all that it took before she was coming apart again, hips undulating to ride out the waves of her orgasm as she writhed beneath him wildly from the pleasure that coursed through her. He followed soon after, she felt, as he came with a hoarse cry of her name, and she felt the pulsing liquid fill her from the inside. Her head swam, and she felt like she was about to burst from how full she was of him and his seed.

  They collapsed side by side on his bed, breathless and so high on endorphins they found themselves laughing with sudden and unexpected jubilation before he stood on shaky legs to get some towels for her to clean up with. She thanked him when he returned with a hand towel, and she took to work cleaning herself as thoroughly as she could.

  * * * *

  “I don't know about you,” he said conversationally as he changed into some more casual boxer briefs to lounge around in. “But I'm positively famished. Are you hungry for anything? Have you eaten?” he asked. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she felt her stomach growl in protest of being empty after so much activity.

  “I certainly wouldn't turn down the offer of food,” she said with a shaky laugh. He grinned at her.

  “Let's see what we've got in the refrigerator,” he said as he strolled into the kitchen area of the place, tugging the refrigerator open and peering into it. “I could whip up some steaks and potatoes, if that works for you?” he asked as she pulled on an oversized top of his that she found and walked over to him. He looked up at her as she neared, a predatory grin gracing his features as he took her appearance in. “Although, you look good enough to eat right now,” he said, his grin widening.

  “Ready for round two already?” she asked with a laugh. He chuckled along with her as he pulled out the necessary ingredients for their meal.

  “After food, absolutely,” he said as he began to rinse off the potatoes that he pulled from the cabinet. She came beside him and offered to peel the potatoes for him, which he was grateful for, and handed her a potato peeler. “Although, it might take a while for the food to be ready to even cook,” he said with a sigh, tilting his head as though he had to contemplate his options. “The steak needs to be seasoned on both sides, and then be left to rest for about twenty minutes,” he looked over to her. “That's an awful long time to wait to have you again,” He seasoned both sides of the steaks and left them on the cutting board to rest, the timer set for when they were ready to cook.

  “We could always attempt a round two while we're waiting for the steaks to sit,” she offered. He grinned devilishly at her.

  “I like the way that you think,” he said before sighing. “But sadly, I'm feeling like I got drained dry. Shame, really – I like a challenge.” He winked over at her. “I'll just have to settle for having you as dessert.”

  She felt her insides warm up at the way that he looked at her, and found that she couldn't wait for dinner to be over.

  “Am I staying the night?” She asked as she followed him out of the kitchen and into the living room area. “If I am, I might need a change of clothes...” she said sheepishly. “Should I head home and come back with them, or should we just do this another time?”

  He seemed to contemplate it for a moment before he nodded his head.

  “Sure, head on home and pack a bag for the weekend. It'll give me time to make dinner and get a nice bottle of wine out for the occasion,” he said as he came over and kissed her thoroughly. She still tasted small traces of herself on his lips, and she already felt her lower half begin to heat up once more because of it. “Here,” he walked over to the counter and handed her the key he used to access the loft in the elevator. “I had a spare made for you. Just use it when no one else is in the elevator, and it'll take you straight here when you get back.”

  She nodded and thanked him, changing back into the clothes she wore up and slipping the key into her pocket.

  “I'll be back before you know it,” she said with a smile as she stepped back into her shoes. He nodded and kissed her again before he went back and sat on the couch, lounging casually and pulling a book from the side table next to the couch. She went to the elevator and stepped in, hitting the button for the ground floor. She looked at him reading in nothing but his boxers until the elevator doors closed in front of her, and she sighed as she felt the elevator pull her down to the ground floor.

  She noticed that David’s secretary wasn't there when she came out, but shook it off as her probably in the bathroom or on her break, and went out to the parking garage to get to her car. Hopping in and starting her car up, she made her way home in little to no time at all, and was at her house and walking into her front door before she knew it.

  “Kaitlyn?” she called as she stepped out of her heels and made her way to the living room to see if her roommate was home.

  “Ange?” she heard Kaitlyn call from her room, and turned to greet her as she emerged. “You're home awful early,” she commented as she brushed some hair out of her face, “Everything okay?” She asked with a tilt of her head.

  “Oh, yeah,” Angela said with a nod and a smile. “Everything's great! I just wanted to let you know that I was going to be out for the weekend – I'm going to be spending it with David at his place, so call or text me if you need anything,” she said as she headed to her room to pack a bag. Kaitlyn followed her to keep talking, leaning her frame against the doorway as she watched Angela rummage around for a bag to pack things into.

  “Sure, no problem,” she said with a nod, even though Angela couldn't see it because her back was to her. “I was thinking about inviting my boyfriend over for the weekend, anyhow, and wanted to talk to you about it. Any objections?”

  “None at all,” she said as she pulled out a back pack and began to look through her drawers to decide what to bring with her. “As long as you guys don't bring the party into my bedroom, I have no problems with it,” she joked as she stuffed some sexy pajamas into her bag before closing her drawer and opening another one to look through her tops and bottoms that were more casual.

  Kaitlyn laughed at her joke and pushed herself off of the doorway. “I'll get out of your hair and let you pack. I've got some work to get done anyhow.”

  Angela nodded without looking up and threw in a few tops and bottoms that were comfortable. Deciding to change into something more comfortable for the day, she pulled on some yoga pants and a loose top and packed one of her work outfits just in case she stayed too late on Sunday.

  Getting back to work was easier than when she left, as she caught the lull before rush hour and was able to get back in
record time. She found it odd that David’s secretary still wasn't back when she walked in, but tried not to think of it as she pulled out her key and used it once she got into the elevator. She stepped out, eager to greet her nearly naked boss, but was surprised to find him dressed in some jeans and a top, pacing as if he were waiting for her.

  “We need to get to the hospital,” he said hurriedly as she walked in. She frowned, surprised at the change of mood.

  “What happened?” she asked.

  “It's my secretary, Martha,” he said as she set her bag down and they walked back into the elevator. “She was attacked.”

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  Angela tried not to crinkle her nose as she entered the hospital. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she hated the smell that all hospitals have: antiseptic, gym shoes, and sick. She schooled her features into something more neutral as she walked in beside David to head to the receptionist's desk; she was here for the secretary, Martha, after all. After they checked in as visitors, they were told which room to go to, and went on their way.

  It was hard not to glance at David as they made their way to Martha's room. He had been eerily silent since he told her that Martha was hospitalized back at the loft, and his face was almost completely unreadable, and she wondered what was going through his head at the moment. She swallowed her questions for him as they walked into the door leading to Martha's room.

  If it had been hard for Angela not to glance at David as they were walking, it was even harder not to stare at Martha as she took in the poor woman's injuries. What wasn't bandaged was bruised, and clearly painful to endure even as she sat in her bed. Martha managed to smile around her swollen injuries when she noticed them coming in.

  “Oh, Miss Angela, Mr. Westley,” she tried to straighten herself, and when she winced, Angela spoke up to soothe her.

  “We're here on a personal visit, Martha, not a business one. Relax,” she moved to help her fluff her pillows. “No need to further hurt yourself over us.”

  “Oh!” Martha might have blushed, but it was hard to tell from the bruising. Even still, she was clearly flustered by Angela's actions. “That's very kind of you, thank you.” She settled into her newly fluffed pillows as best as she could and tried to smile wider, but it looked more like a grimace around the bandages.

  “What even happened?” David asked as he neared the bedside. Martha sighed.

  “I honestly couldn't tell you,” she flinched as she shifted a little. “I was on my way to my car after work, but then I felt something hit the back of my head.” She touched her fingers lightly to the bandage wrapped around her head. “When I came to, I was in the ambulance on my way to the hospital. I wish I could tell you more,” her eyes darkened. “And the police. I don't know who did this to me, or why they did it, but I want them to pay for attacking me like a coward.” It was almost painful to see how much Martha was hurting, and Angela's heart went out to her.

  “I can't say that I blame you,” Angela said, wanting to show some support but not knowing what to say. “I know that I want whomever did this caught. For your sake and for the sake of anyone else that might get targeted.”

  Martha nodded as best she could but didn't comment further. Angela fell silent, not entirely sure if what she said was the right thing. The attack left her reeling, and her thoughts drifted back to the assistant that came before her. She wondered if the two incidents were related in any way, and it was hard to deny the possibility, given that both attacks were brought down on two women that worked at the same company.

  Doubts about David that she had managed to suppress for the past few weeks resurfaced with a vengeance, and she found herself wondering if she even truly knew him, judging by the way that he had remained silent for the vast majority of their visit to Martha. They chatted quietly for a little longer until a nurse came by and told them that visiting hours were over.

  He was still silent as they got into his car and they drove back to the loft. It was hard not to shift around in her seat, and not for the first time she wondered if the silence was awkward for him, too. He parked the car and helped her out once they got back to the building, and still he didn't say anything. If the car ride had seemed awkward to her, then the elevator ride back up to the loft was downright unnerving. She fidgeted, and finally David turned to look at her.

  “That's the second person in my employ that wound up being attacked,” he said, as though she didn't already know that much. She nodded, not knowing what to say now that he was finally speaking again. “I can't pretend that it's a coincidence, and I can't deny that I wonder if it is someone with ill intent toward me personally.” Though his tone was conversational, he was clenching and unclenching his fists as his sides, an anxious habit of his that she didn't realize that he had. Something that he probably wanted to keep to himself, so she chose not to comment on it.

  “I don't know what it all means,” she managed to say slowly, as if testing the words on her tongue before she said them aloud, “but I'm afraid.” She chose to answer honestly, and the fact that she was, in fact, fearful of her life surprised her somewhat. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say anything as the elevator opened and they walked back into the loft that they left just a couple of hours ago.

  Just as Angela walked past him to sit on the bed, he caught her arm and pressed her against the wall beside them. She gasped as her back made contact with the wall, a gasp that was swallowed with a deep kiss as David pressed himself bodily against her, taking her wrists in his hands and pinning them over her head. Through the surprise, she could already feel arousal, hot and heady, coursing through her like a molten fire that couldn't be quenched. Her core throbbed already, and he hadn't done much more than restrain her and kiss her.

  “Allow me to reassure you,” he said as he kissed her again. Though he hadn't given her a chance to say anything, she found herself all too ready to comply.

  * * * *

  “What happens now?” she breathed when he stopped kissing her for a moment to catch his breath.

  “Well,” he said as he kissed her, “I intend to push every ounce of fear out of you so that you never have a single doubt again.” He kissed her again, slower to draw out that sexy little moan that he loved. “I know that things have been crazy,” his chuckle was hot against her ear as he licked the shell of it, “to say the very least. But I promise, things will work out, one way or another.” He watched her throat bob with a heavy swallow as she nodded to show that she was still listening.

  “I... ah...” she said softly through her quiet panting.

  He watched her swallow again, and found himself amused that she was still trying to maintain some control over herself when all he wanted to do was make her go crazy with desire.

  “Something you want?” he asked, running his hands up and down her arms as he let go of her wrists, only to then run them down to her hips and squeeze them.

  She sighed at the attention, and her body shuddered from what he was doing to it.

  “You,” she said in a hoarse whisper, finally looking him in the eye.

  He grinned down at her boyishly, glad to be able to chase away some of her fear already without even managing to get to undress her.

  “I'm about to make you feel so good, Angela,” he moaned into her ear as his hands drifted lower, tugging her yoga pants down with them. “I'm going to fuck you into the mattress until you can't see straight... then, I'll keep going.” He thought that he heard her pants fall to the floor with a soft plop, but he couldn't be sure, and he didn't care enough to check with his attention still on getting her to the bed. “Are you prepared for that?” he asked with a crooked smile as he tugged her shirt off of her and tossed it casually behind him, not caring where it landed.

  “Oh, yes,” she breathed with a nod. He leaned into her further, dipping his head to nip at her neck lightly with his teeth. Her head fell back against the
wall, giving him better access to her neck that he wasted no time in exploiting.

  “You like it when I do this to you, don't you?” he breathed against her neck before giving the flesh there a long stroke with his tongue. “You want more, don't you?”

  “Oh, please,” was all she managed to get out before he pulled back and crashed his lips into hers, a hand coming up to tangle in her thick locks of hair, the other wrapping around her waist to tug her impossibly closer.

  He relished in the moans that escaped her, and stole every one of them for himself as he kissed her.

  “Please,” she said as though the words were punched out of her.

  He loved it when she got so worked up like this, so in need of him that she could barely breathe.

  “I'm so ready... I need it.” She arched herself into him, and he could feel her pulsing heat against his groin.

  He grinned at the way that she was already begging for him, and rolled his hips against her so that she could feel the way that he wanted her. She bit her lip and keened as he did, her hands clutching at his shirt and attempting to pull it over his head when she was still lost in her own arousal. He chuckled at her antics and helped her divest him of his shirt. She gasped when he unhooked her bra and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor so he could gently massage her breasts. With a final tweak of each of her nipples, his hands roamed down her body, slipping beneath her panties for a quick stroke over her clit, before he slid her panties down and off. She reached for his pants, eager to get him as naked as she was, but he wanted to draw this out just a little longer than she was prepared for. He grinned when he felt her wrap her legs around his waist as he lifted her with a firm grip of her backside.

  “Don't get to the fun stuff just yet.” He spun and made his way over to the soft bed in the corner of the room, and set her softly on the mattress. “I'm not done toying with you just yet. The fun's just beginning.” The bed dipped with his added weight as he draped himself over her. He ran his hands along her body, feeling the way that she writhed under his attentive fingers.