by LK Collins
“Wanna talk about what’s bothering you?” she asks.
I shake my head and instantly feel like a pussy. I’ve asked her to let me in and open up, but when she asks me…I can’t.
“Come on, you’re not going to have any fun like this. You’re a ball of nerves.”
I glance at her briefly; she’s sitting facing me as I drive. I can’t keep my eyes on her for long though and have to put them back on the road.
“I haven’t been keeping this from you, okay? I want you to know that first and foremost. What’s bothering me is part of who I used to be before losing Kinsey. You only know the Bain I am now, since losing her.”
“You can tell me anything.” She reassures me and grabs my hand.
“You know I played college basketball, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it’s been talked about that I’d be a top ten pick in this year’s draft. With us sitting courtside, I feel like I’m more likely to have someone recognize me. Whether it’s a scout, or a reporter, or a coach. I mean, who knows? I just don’t wanna have to answer the questions of where I’ve been and why I left school, you know? I mean, people should know, but still, I don’t want to get into all that.”
She nods her head and twirls a piece of her blonde hair around her finger. “You don’t have to tell anybody anything.”
“What am I supposed to say?” I question her, a bit surprised that she’s not shocked by my news of me possibly being drafted so high into NBA.
“If anyone has the balls to even ask you, which I doubt they will, tell them you’ve had family matters to attend to and you haven’t ruled out the NBA.”
I can’t help, but laugh out loud. “What’s so funny?” she asks.
“I have ruled out the NBA.”
“Why the fuck would you do that, Bain?” she snaps.
I look over at her. She’s got her eyebrows creased and is dead serious waiting for my response. “I don’t have the desire to play anymore.”
“Well, get the motherfucking desire. Bain, do you have any idea what you’re throwing away? It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean, you are literally one in a million. I didn’t know your sister, but I can almost guarantee that she would be livid to know that you are just letting those dreams go. Any family member would agree with me. Please just think hard about it. I know losing her has been horrible, but in five years do you wanna look back and still be living at home with your parents in Jersey, or do you wanna be living your dreams?”
She pulls her hand away from mine and just shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Don’t be sorry to me, just do something about it. This is your life and only you’re in control of your future.”
I let her words soak in getting off the Garden State Parkway. I haven’t had an ass chewing like that in months and needed it. She’s right, this is my life and I have control over it. Once we’ve found a lot close to the stadium, I put the car in park and I turn towards her, but she goes to get out. Grabbing her arm, I stop her and she looks at me.
“Thank you,” I say, truly grateful for her. Her words replay through my mind like a broken record. In five years do you still want to be living at home with your parents, or do you wanna be living you dreams? I know deep down, I have some soul searching to do. I need to figure out what I’m going to do with my life. But she’s right; Kinsey would be pissed at me if she could see me now.
Leaning over, I place my palm against her cheek, cupping her beautiful face. She leans into my touch and I connect our lips, placing mine over hers. She’s so warm as I stare at her, molding our mouths together.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yup.”
We both exit the car and bundle up. It’s a cold spring night. Arion sparks up a cigarette and I wrap her tightly in my hold. A light drizzle is starting to fall.
“How would reporters know you anyways?”
I chuckle at her question. This is not going to go well, I can tell already. “I might regret saying this later, but don’t ever Google me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, there are some embarrassing interviews on YouTube from my freshman year in college.”
“I so know what I’m doing tonight.”
I squeeze her ass. “Don’t! I mean it.”
We both laugh and I exhale heavily. I’m actually a bit excited to see the game. I’ve started to miss basketball lately, and because of Arion, I have a plan as to what I’ll say if anyone asks where I’ve been.
-Kinsey-
“So, this is it,” Anthony says, pointing to his modern home.
“I love it! Is the ocean on the other side?”
“It is. Let’s head in and I’ll show you.” Getting out of the car I hear the waves crash onto shore. The noise brings back so many memories. Even though I don’t live far from the water, I don’t visit it enough. Anthony unlocks the wooden front door and gestures me in. At first sight, I can see the vast expansion of water that is the beautiful ocean and I wish I had my camera.
I walk to the back window hearing him shut the door. “Come on, let’s go out,” he says, setting our food down on the table. I follow his lead and go outside. I have to blink a few times to make sure what I’m seeing is for real. The ocean is not but twenty yards away.
“Do you like the water?” he asks me.
“I love it. When I was younger, we used to spend the summers at my family’s beach house in St. John’s, but now that my brother and I are grown, we hardly ever go.”
“Ahh, you have a brother. Older or younger?”
I smile, looking over at him as his hands are tucked tightly into the pockets of his pants. “We’re twins, so there’s not much of an age difference. But if you ask him he’d tell you he’s older by a minute and a half.”
“Do you have a picture?”
“Yeah,” I respond scrolling through the photos on my phone, finally landing on a picture of Bain and I together the last time that he was home.
“I don’t think you two look anything alike. Cool tattoos though.”
“You’re the first to say that, everyone else says we are identical. Maybe you could meet him; he’s coming to visit next week.”
“I would like that.”
Just then, a light breeze swoops through the air, giving me chills, and he wraps his arms around me. I’m not sure what to think of Anthony’s affection. I mean, I like him and I like how it feels to be alone and close to him like this. It’s just not something I’ve ever done with someone that’s really a stranger. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
I shake my head glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. “Well, they really should, because you are.”
Pulling away, I stare at him to make sure he’s sincere. “What’s wrong?” he asks suddenly.
“Nothing. Its just…Do you do this with a lot of your students?”
“No!” he says firmly, with his forehead creased and an expression I can’t quite read on his face. “I told you, if I didn’t get to know you I’d always regret it. There’s something very special about you. Please don’t think I’d do this with anyone else.”
-Arion-
I decided if I got Bain drunk, he’d have a better time and be easier to handle at the game. The problem is the man can handle his liquor. He’s had three beers and a shot of Patrón and the only difference – he’s horny. I’d have to say it was the right decision, though; it’s such a turn on to see him like this. If I thought he was horny before, this is a whole new level of eagerness. For the first two quarters of the game, it’s been nothing, but dirty talk in my ear. As the cheerleaders clear the floor from their halftime performance, an older gentleman comes over and rests his hand on Bain’s shoulder. Bain looks up at him and then immediately stands and the two men embrace.
“Holy shit, how are you, Coach?” he asks.
“Good, good. I think the better question is, how are you?”
“How about your parents?”
“My dad’s good and my mom’s getting there.”
“That’s great news. It’ll take some more time, I’m sure of it. And who’s this lovely young lady?” he asks glancing over at me.
“This is my good friend, Arion,” he responds.
“Arion, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is James Lawrence. I coached Bain through high school.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
“Thank you, but please, just call me Coach.”
“Okay, Coach,” I respond, looking into his warm, brown eyes.
“You know, Arion, you better start feeding this boy. He has the draft coming up in soon and can’t go into it looking like this.”
“Funny you should say that. We were just talking about it.”
Bain glares at me and I know right away he doesn’t want me to push the subject any further. I’ll respect his wishes – for now.
“Did you hear the news about Conner?” he asks.
Bain shakes his head.
“He tore his ACL, MCL, and meniscus. I believe he’s scheduled for surgery this week. From what it sounds like, he’s going to heal and try next year's draft.
Bain just nods his head and James watches him, reading his expression. “Do you have any idea what this means for you, son?”
“Coach, I don’t know if I—”
He cuts him off and puts his hand up. “Bain, I’ve known you since you were fourteen years old, and I know there is no way in the world you would give up on your dreams of the NBA, much less the chance to be a very high draft pick.”
The players are back on the court and Coach says, “Call me this week, let’s have lunch. I wanna know what’s going through your mind, son. Will you at least do that for me?”
“I promise he will,” I blurt out and instantly regret it, it’s not my place to put Bain on the spot like that. But James doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that will let Bain give up on basketball, and I know he needs someone like him.
“It was a pleasure, Arion,” he says “Bain, I trust that you’ll call me.”
He nods his head and we watch James walk off. I lean on Bain’s shoulders wrapping my arm around him, feeling guilty for opening my mouth. He looks down at me and kisses the top of my head. Inside I feel bad, I know it wasn’t my place to tell James that Bain would call him. However, I could tell that he cares about him and I’m hoping maybe he can talk some sense into him.
The game resumes and I pass him his beer. We watch together, both of us enjoying the intense back and forth battle between these two rivals
As the teams move from one side of the court to the other, one guy in particular on the opposing team reminds me of Bain. They don’t necessarily look alike; they both just carry themselves the same way. “What position did you play?” I ask.
“Guard. Watch number seventeen right here, he’s a lot like me.”
I smirk at him as he points to the guy I’ve been watching. He kisses me, holding our mouths together and then asks, “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing. I’m not laughing.”
“You might not be laughing, but that smirk is all over your face.”
“It’s always there, silly. Number seventeen, I heard you, and I already had my eye on him.”
“You better watch yourself or you’re not going to make it out of this arena without a rough fucking,” he says strongly into my ear.
“Shhh, I’m focusing.” I pretend to ignore him, watching the men on the court. But it pisses him off. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him clear as day, arms crossed and forearms flexing. If I had to guess, my ignoring him is making him a bit jealous.
“Yeah, I definitely like number seventee—”
He cuts me off by yanking me out of my chair. I barely grab my coat, before he begins to rush me away from the court. Guess I didn’t get him drunk enough, because he’s in total control. Adrenaline surges through me, thinking of what he’s going to do. I’m sure he’ll take me into a restroom and have his way with me. But as we pass sign after sign, directing us to different bathrooms, he ignores them and heads towards the exit.
“Put your coat on,” he snarls.
I comply immediately, just as the brisk air hits me like a ton of bricks. Bain shrugs his coat on and then pulls me tightly against him. Walking to his car, I can’t imagine getting undressed in this weather.
“You like number seventeen, do yah?”
I can’t help, but giggle at his behavior. I was only watching the guy he told me to, now he’s gone all caveman on me, practically dragging me to his car. “You know, number seventeen seems like a great ball handler. Would you mind if I got his jersey? I mean, since you’re not going to play again.”
He opens my door and ushers me into the car. The intensity in his face makes my pussy tighten. “You’re lucky it’s cold right now.”
“Why?” I ask confused, playing like I don’t know what he’s thinking.
“Because I would fuck you every which way in my car.”
“And you think that I would mind?”
He shakes his head, leaving the parking lot in a hurry. As he exits, I think he’ll turn right back towards New Jersey, but instead he goes left and heads into the city. It’s only a few blocks ‘til he pulls up to The New Yorker, a lavish hotel, and the hot valet guy opens my door.
I look to Bain and he winks at me, then gets out of the car walking around reaching for my hand, making the valet guy feel very small. As our hands connect and we walk in with no luggage, I feel sort of sleazy, but truth be told, Bain turns me on in a way that no other man ever has. I would let him fuck me in the middle of this gorgeous lobby with everyone watching if he so desired.
The ceiling is gold and there is a huge, round chandelier hanging from it.
“Welcome to The New Yorker. Are you checking in?” a cute brunette asks.
“We are,” Bain responds. “But we don’t have reservations.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re booked for the night. You might try—”
He cuts her off. “You didn’t ask what kind of room we wanted. I’d like to book a suite, please.” Then he sets down a black American Express card and his ID.
The woman blinks several times, then responds. “Of course, my apologies, sir.” She feverishly types away with her cheeks the color of crimson. Bain not only embarrassed but impressed her, and I love it. How dare she judge him and assume what he wants? Doesn’t she see the specimen of a man that he is? While we wait, he grabs my neck and whispers in my ear, “We’re not staying the night, okay?”
I nod my head, thankful that he remembered. Then the woman hands him the key and says, “I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding. If you need anything at all during your stay, please let us know.”
Together, we take the elevator up to the top, all the floors ticking by, one by one. Our room is at the end of the hall and as soon as I enter, I see the view. It’s gorgeous and I can’t help, but stop and enjoy it. Looking out into the city, I even contemplate staying the night here.
I can sense Bain watching me, then I catch a glimpse of his beautiful, tall reflection in the window as he lets his coat hit the floor, and pulls his tight t-shirt above his head. Next, I hear the metal of his belt and thud of his shoes being kicked off. The noises, combined with his reflection in the dark sky and city lights, depict everything he’s doing perfectly. Having him naked like this, I begin undressing myself. I turn towards him, looking at his fully naked body. I love that cock and I begin to strip faster. I make quick work of my clothes, then step to him, dropping to my knees like the first time we met.
I take my hand and wrap it around his gorgeous length, holding it tightly. Squeezing and twisting, I begin with a jerking motion before I twirl my tongue over the end, devouring his pre-cum then go down all the way.
He grunts loudly and pushes his hips towards me, holding the back of my head. I don’t stop my move
ments. I only continue to work him, thankful that I don’t have a gag reflex. Moving his hand, he cups my face, holding my cheek. His hair is messy, like it always is. His light eyes pierce right through me, causing me to move that much more.
I whimper at the closeness, then he takes his other hand and holds the back of my head again. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, he has to have his hands on me, both of them at all times. I continue watching him ‘til his eyes roll back into his head and he loses it, releasing his pent up orgasm and rewarding me with a thick coating of his delicious cum all over my mouth .
He tastes so sweet and light, like no other man I’ve been with. “Jesus, I’m sorry, beautiful. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Why are you sorry?” I ask, standing on my feet.
“I didn’t mean to come so…soon.”
“Don’t apologize, that’s what tonight’s about. I want you to come again and again. There are no time restraints here, it’s just us, so let’s forget all the rules for once.”
I don’t know if he caught on or not, but that was my way of saying that I want to stay the night together. I want to be in his arms all night long, looking at this view. I want to fall asleep to the sound of his beating heart and be soothed throughout my sleep by his touch.
“Are you positive?” he asks firmly.
“Yes,” I respond grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bed. He follows, holding me around the waist with his free arm, and kisses my shoulder. The moment my knees are pressed against the bed, he pushes me forward. “Scoot up, sexy.”
Listening, I turn my head to the side, wanting to get a better look at his tattooed body. As his strong, muscular frame hovers above me, he begins to leave kisses on my mouth, over my cheek, down my neck and back, ‘til finally he reaches my butt. Then with a little force, he lifts my body in the air. Making me arch myself up on my knees, giving all of me over to him. He can take me any way he pleases. In this moment, I would let him. But Bain is a gentleman and gently spreads me, so he can sink so sweetly into my pussy. As our flesh connects, I moan and he growls. He fills me with his thick member and I love how he’s still horny for me. His cock is rock hard and I settle back down letting his weight push me into the mattress. He reaches for my hands and interlocks our fingers, pulling my arms far beside me, then parts my legs in a similar manner. I’m spread below him like an X. My breathing is harsh and ragged, truly wanting everything he’s willing to give me tonight.