FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance)

by Vanessa La Porte

  “Lawrence, grab the lube.” He stepped away, and I immediately kicked off my heels to climb onto the bed. I was dripping wet and slid down Brett’s shaft.

  He grabbed my waist and pumped a few times. “Yes, Brett.” Every move, every touch felt developed me in need. I was nervous having never done anal before, but I liked it when Brett put his finger in me last time. I knew both of these men would never hurt me. They hugged me when I cried. They took care of me when my mom died and made sure I didn’t fall into a depression. Even now, Lawrence palmed my ass softly and drizzled lube over my small, puckered hole. I could feel him insert his finger, and I clenched on reflex.

  “Relax Angel,” he said, playing around the entrance. “Relax for me, baby.” He spoke so softly and soothingly, I obeyed. I could feel him pouring a little more lube. Its warmth tickled as it eased down my crevice and onto Brett’s dick. When Lawrence could finally insert one finger, he started pumping in and out slowly.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “No,” I whispered, humping his finger and Brett.

  “I’m adding another,” he said, and I moaned with the addition. He was patient, allowing me time to adjust and added more lube. They both whispered encouragement and comforting words as he continued stretching my hole. Three fingers were the limit before he asked to slide in just the head. I nodded and breathed slowly to prepare myself.

  “Relax Vanessa, just pushed down on it” and just like that, his head slid in. There was barely any resistance, but his girth stretched me tight. I panted, trying to adjust. Brett held perfectly still.

  “You feel so good baby,” Lawrence said caressing both my cheeks. The discomfort slowly became a pleasurable stinging. I looked back and saw Lawrence put more lube on his dick. “You ready?” he asked, physically pinning me with his dick and his gaze.

  “Give it to me.”

  My body already tightly filled to the hilt with Brett, screamed and trembled with every inch Lawrence moved. Brett held me tightly, rubbing my shoulders as my nails bit into his skin. My jaw clenched and the soft membrane between their dicks sung with the new pressure. Nobody moved as I grew comfortable. Penetrated deeply and impaled, every breath I took jolted my body. I was constricted and happy. It felt so wrong it felt right, and I moved a little to try it out. Every muscle was at attention. As different and uncomfortable as these new feelings were I adjusted and I was beyond pleased to finally be filled by two guys at once.

  “Ok,” I said, and that was all Lawrence needed to hear before sliding out of me laboriously slow. I could feel every inch of him and his veins tickling my insides.

  “Sweet mother of God,” I cried out.

  Slowly Brett started thrusting as well, and we established a rhythm. They eased out of me at the same time the other eased in and the pressure more tolerable. The speed steadily increased until I threw my head back in ecstasy.

  “Come for me,” I demanded. I wasn’t the only one going to be having orgasms. Now that my body had adjusted, I grew more eager. I pushed back against them both. “Harder.”

  The physical stimulus was intense but so was the sensation and emotion of this taboo. Not only was I having sex with two men double my age, not only was I getting fucked in the ass but I was doing it all at the same time. That thought sent me over the edge, and I bit Brett’s shoulder to hold onto something, lest I float away. I was vaguely aware of Brett picking up speed and thrusting up. Lawrence held my hips tightly and used long and hard thrusts to get his nut.

  “Wait,” I moaned, my voice still detached from my body. Both of them stilled. “I want to taste it.”

  They both groaned and pulled out of me with an audible suction and popping sound.

  Once they both were standing, and I was on my knees, I couldn’t choose one over the other. I sat in between them and opened my mouth. Ready and willing to accept all of them. They had given me pleasure I’d never known. I could only hope I’d had given them the same. Both men moved their hands furiously up and down, with ease from the lube of my body and the bottle. I didn’t want to ask one to hold off so the other could go first but I desperately wanted to taste both of them.

  Brett’s hand was moving faster than Lawrence’s with fast, hard strokes and he had the other in my hair.

  “Are you sure?” he grunted, and I moved closer knowing he was on the verge of blowing. A little squirted and hit the side of my mouth before I clamped down on him. I didn’t want to miss even the smallest bit of cum. I swallowed and sucked like he was the best milkshake I had in a long time. Lawrence’s groaning in the background told me he was close to erupting too. I crossed my fingers I would get to taste him too. Once Brett was left with aftershocks and shakes, I turned and ran face first into Lawrence's crotch, pulling him closer by the ass. That was what he was waiting for, and he released the viper like grip he had on his dick to rain down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head, and we both moved, letting him fuck my face. Lawrence tasted bitter while Brett tasted sweet and the combination on my tongue was ambrosia.

  I sat back on my haunches, exhausted. Brett was nowhere to be seen. Lawrence kissed my temple then picked me up and walked me to the bathroom. There was Brett, running water into a massive bathtub.

  “You deserve to be cleaned up after how dirty we made you,” Brett joked.

  I was shocked to see bubbles. The air had a scent of vanilla.

  “Do you like your water really hot?” Lawrence asked, sitting me on the edge of the tub.

  “No. I have sensitive skin. I don’t want to turn red.”

  “Roger that,” Brett said and then he slid me into the half full tub.

  “How does that feel?” Lawrence asked.

  “Amazing.”

  Brett and Lawrence slid in and sat side by side. There were clearly confident in their sexuality and friendship. Neither seemed bothered by being close to the other. The bathtub was big enough for us to stretch out our legs completely. Brett’s bathroom had his and her sinks and a shower big enough for five people.

  I laid my head back and closed my eyes. The warm water was working magic on my sore parts. Both my vagina and ass hole felt strangely vacant and cold. I felt the warm water moving and felt somebody move closer.

  “May I wash you?” Lawrence asked. I nodded. He stood, putting me face to face with his half erect dick and stepped behind me. I moved forward to accommodate him. He washed my back, shoulders and breasts while Brett washed my feet and legs.

  “Lean back,” his strong voice commanded. He wet my hair and then he was washing my hair. I bit my lip to keep in my moaning, but it was no use. I could feel my toes curling. Both of his hands were in my hair, making circles and suds.

  “Thank you,” he said. I could feel the rumbling in his chest.

  “For what?” I moaned.

  “Letting us do this,” Brett answered.

  “We’ve been friends several years and never had a threesome together. The icing on the cake was sharing that with you.”

  “Plus,” Brett said, “You let us take some firsts for you too.”

  “Then I should be thanking you,” I said my voice returning to normal as Lawrence rinsed out the suds.

  “It was our pleasure,” he said.

  Lawrence stiffened under me. “What?”

  “This isn’t going to make you awkward in front of us when we hang out with your dad right?” he asked.

  I just shook my head and laughed. “You guys haven’t seen me in like five years. I’m barely home these days. IF we run into each other, I’m sure I’ll be fine. You guys just make sure you don’t catch any boners you can’t hide.”

  They both laughed at my joke. “I know how men are. You’re visual creatures. You’ll see me in my sweats doing homework and start thinking about the time I swallowed your cum. You’ll be playing poker with daddy and suddenly remember the time you had me bent over that couch.” I felt Lawrence stir behind me, and Brett’s eye’s closed as he absentmindedly stroked himself. I sat up and straddled Lawrence
reverse cowgirl before he could say anything.

  “Just one more for the road,” I moaned. I was leaving in three days and who knew when I’d ever get something like this again. Older men, begging me to let them touch me and even better older men that I trusted. My pussy snapped to attention. In slow and deliberate motions. I rode Lawrence while staring at Brett. Using the side of the tub for leverage, I rode him slowly so not to spill water over the tub. Brett slid closer, and I used the suds to lather his cock. I focused one hand at the base, turning like a wrench and the other massaging his balls. It was distracting, playing with him while Lawrence played with my clit, but I didn’t want anyone to cum alone. I leaned forward just a little to lick his head every time I rode up on Lawrence. The water sloshed around, splashing me in the face and was an added sound effect to our moaning.

  Lawrence rolled warm circles over my nipples, and I lost it. The bathroom’s acoustics made my screaming even louder.

  “Oh shit, stand up. Stand up!” Lawrence said, and I almost toppled in the tub as he grabbed his balls, holding it in.

  He looked stuck between a rock and a hard place not wanting to put it on the floor and not wanting to put it in the water with us.

  “Come here,” I said opening my mouth wide.

  He gratefully gripped my jaw, holding me in place as he began thrusting faster and I closed my eyes allowing my muscles to relax. He stuck his cock so far down my throat I could barely feel his cum as it shot straight down. I took everything he had and licked his penis clean.

  “You are fucking amazing.”

  I giggled. “I aim to please.” Brett was steadily stroking his cock, and I realized I hadn’t given him proper attention.

  “Brett?”

  “Mhmm?” he gazed at me.

  “What do you want?”

  “You,” he stated.

  “Favorite position?” I asked.

  “Doggy style,” he answered quickly.

  I climbed out of the tub, aware that I was dripping all of Brett’s rugs. I dried my wet feet on the rug and bent over the tub. Brett still hadn’t moved.

  “What are you waiting for?”

  Brett waded through the water and seemed not to care about his rug either. He slid into me, and Lawrence slid closer to suck on my nipples.

  Brett needed no encouragement. I looked back at him, and he had his eyes closed with his head tilted back. I wanted him here with me.

  “Slap my ass Brett.” He hit me, but it wasn’t hard enough.

  “Harder,” I demanded and this time, the crisp sound of flesh on flesh erupted when his palm met my bent bottom. I moaned and clenched him in response.

  “Again.” He paused, waiting a few seconds until I thought he wouldn’t and caught me by surprise. He spanked me repeatedly and I moaned every time. One cheek, then the other, until I’m sure my bottom was red and marked with hand prints. I was about to melt into a puddle right on his bathroom floor.

  “Brett,” I moaned, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer. “Come with me.” I leaned forward to play with my clit, and he shuddered, pulling out to cum on my back. I moaned as I squirted in orgasm with him then collapsed on the floor.

  “What a way to spend spring break,” I panted.

  Lawrence took the washcloth and wiped my back.

  “You guys are animals. You sure you’re in your early sixties?” I questioned.

  They both laughed. “Late fifties ma’am. There’s a difference,” Brett joked.

  We all took a quick shower filled with steamy kisses. When I was finally clean, the clock read 10 pm. Just late enough for my dad not to worry. I dragged my body into the house and to my bed. I had been a very naughty girl, and I loved every minute of it. Tomorrow I would kiss Daddy with my filthy mouth, and he would never be the wiser. Cosmopolitan magazine had it right when they said sleeping with older men was the thing to do when you’re young. They’re older, wiser and more respectful. They also didn’t bother getting attached. I was fully confident that I would leave within three days and not see those two men again for some time. If and when I did, I knew it wouldn’t be awkward. If my arms weren't so fatigued, I would have pat myself on the back. If I had doubts before, I certainly was all grown up now.

  THE END

  Mob Baby

  Chapter 1

  I have never been more scared in my entire life than I am at this very moment. Seriously, there’s a gun to my head. I am shaking in my boots for my unborn child but for some reason, I believe I just might make it out of this. Here’s hoping.

  Three Weeks Earlier

  “Hottie alert, two o’clock,” my best friend says as she sits pertly on the bar stool beside me. We’re in downtown New York in one of those fancy but equally sleazy bars. It’s important to note the distinction between the trashy, seedy bars of other locations because there is a difference. In those bars are potentially deranged, perverted, low class people. The bar I’m currently standing in possesses potentially perverted, seedy people who dress well and have enough money to cover it up. The people here were looking for a good time and knew how to have it. That’s what I wanted.

  I turned to look.

  “Don’t look,” she hissed from the side of her mouth, like he could actually see us.

  Honestly, you’d think I was looking for a soulmate by the way she was scoping the place. It was dimly lit and despite the crowd, I could make him out, he was sitting alone.

  “Then how am I supposed to know that he’s hot?” I ask, giving her major side eye. She flipped her red bob and swiveled to face me.

  “Because, I know a hot man when I see one. Duh.”

  “Ugh.” She was right. Robyn knew how to keep a drool-inducing, model worthy, face chiseled by the gods with a body that won’t stop, man. I could only pray to be so lucky. “If he’s your type, I’m going to die,” I said slouching slightly.

  She hit me quickly in the back of the head. “Ouch!”

  “Stop slouching.”

  I grumble under my breath, “Ok Mom.”

  “No, he’s your type. You know, equally hot with a little touch of bad boy.”

  “How can you tell all this from one look?” I asked, turning to look at her.

  Face to face; I could see the freckles dotting her cheeks and her perfectly applied cat eye.

  “Because I’m the master,” she purred. “Watch and learn.” Then she slinked from her chair and walked slowly to a man in a tailored suit. Despite the time, he looked as crisp as if it were morning. The only indication that he had been working all day was his ruffled hair. He sat slouched on the couch with a briefcase beside him.

  She sat down next to him on the couch he occupied alone and whispered something in his ear. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was brazen and confident. She made me look like a kitten, though I had my fair share of roar. Within minutes, they were both laughing. Then he was looking at me and from across the room, I could feel the heat in his stare. I felt like someone electrocuted me. Tingles shot through my body, and suddenly my short black dress seemed like too many layers of clothes. He was no longer paying attention to whatever Robyn was saying. It seemed like he stared into my eyes for eternity, then he got up, mid-conversation to talk to me.

  Oh. My. God.

  Shit. I was not prepared. This isn’t what we practiced. Robyn was supposed to warm him up, give me a signal and then I was supposed to come over and introduce myself. I spun around to the bar quickly, to down my liquid courage. The glass décor and mirrors suddenly seemed really interesting. The cozy rooftop lounge feel was comforting.

  “Hi.” He sounded like sex on a stick. His deep voice licked at my neck, and I shuddered.

  “Hi,” I said peeking through my brown bangs.

  “Is this seat taken?” He smirked.

  “By you,” I flirted back.

  “My name is Liam,” he said sticking his hand out to shake. He towered over me even as I sat on the tall stool. Being a petite woman, I've always had a thing for guys that are taller th
an me and, even better, athletically built.

  “Abby,” I said, taking in his every feature. Ruffled brown hair, like he probably played in it when he was nervous. A really expensive suit that was tailored for his body. No visible tattoos or piercings, clearly this guy was clean but his eyes, they screamed to run away, and I just can’t help myself when it comes to bad boys who want to be good.

  “Abby, what are you thinking right now?” he asked, leaning closer so that I could see, how dark his brown eyes were.

  “I’m thinking I really don’t want to talk anymore.” That was the most seductive thing I’ve ever said in my life. Robyn would be so proud. “What are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking your place is probably closer than mine,” he said with a Cheshire smile.

  He was right. I lived four blocks away. I stepped down from the stool, and he graciously paid for the drinks. With a quick text to Robyn about my mission accomplished, we hailed a cab.

  I have done this before. In truth, I was more experienced than I should have been. It’s not as hard as one would think. Three major things are important as a woman when engaging in a one night stand. Uno: Be safe. I was, Robyn knew where I was going. We shared a flat with three other women, and Robyn knew who was with me. She got a better up close of him than I did. Two, condoms are a must, and I try hard to be mindful if it breaks. Three, my place was the place to be. There was something fulfilling about a man taking the walk of shame. You just have to be confident in your sexuality and know what you want. What I wanted was a release. I wanted to be on top. I liked controlling the most dominant controlling man. There was something about not putting up with any of their shit, including their baggage. I hate baggage, especially men’s. They always want to pretend it isn’t there. As if women are the only ones capable of feeling more than what happened to their dicks and, gasp, dare I say it? Emotions. I hate double standards even more. You’re a stud for having one night stands, but I’m a whore. Well, I say f that. F your baggage too. I don’t want that and after I f you, f you too. My life was simpler that way.