Train: A Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Autumn Avery

  She just smirked. "We gotta dry you off. Walking around on a cold night like this soaking wet is a good way to get hypothermia."

  "What, you don't think my muscles will protect me?" I raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

  "They are very, very nice, but they aren't a towel."

  "You got a better idea than me standing here and dripping dry?" I was chilly, all things considered, to the point I really was kind of concerned about hypothermia.

  She took a deep breath, pausing for a time. "I live two or three blocks down. Come on, you can dry off there. Can even shower the lake water off yourself if you want."

  An invitation to get naked near her?

  I'd stand in Antarctica like this for days for this chance.

  Mission accomplished.

  7

  Stephanie

  Stephanie

  * * *

  What on earth was I doing? Inviting a guy back to my house who I barely even know, and on top of that, inviting him to use my shower?

  Well, he fell into a lake. It would have been heartless of me to make him walk it off to wherever he was from.

  Or I did it because I really wanted to fuck him.

  God, my mind was giving me a headache...

  Fucking is a good cure for headaches.

  Shut up, mind.

  I think I did decently for a first apartment, especially since I wasn't exactly going to ever be pulling in the big bucks as a teacher. It was a one-bedroom place on the fourth floor, but it had a kitchen, a bath, and enough space that I could have a sofa and a bed in separate rooms. If the term bachelorette pad was a thing, well, this would be it.

  Trevor chattered behind me as we rushed up the stairs. He insisted I lead the way, going ladies first. I knew better. I glanced back every so often, to catch him looking away. His eyes were clearly lined up with my ass.

  I should have called him a pig. Or make some snarky comment. It was odd though. I liked the way that he looked at me. It wasn't just a pervert's leering. It was... admiration? It was so hard to explain. I just felt desired.

  We reached the door, I pulled out my keys. He approached me, his wetness making even me shiver, and the scent of the lake water still so strong. Yeah, this guy needed a shower.

  Maybe a bath. You know, so you could give him a good scrubbing.

  Shut up, mind.

  Opening the door, I pushed in. "The shower is the last door on the left. Do you have anyone you can call for a change of clothes?"

  "Can't, my phone is sort of moist at the moment. I'm not making any calls tonight."

  "You could use my phone. I'm doubting you remember a number?"

  "It's the twenty-first century, Steph. No one remembers phone numbers anymore." He smirked my way, before taking off toward the bathroom. He moved down there quickly, the sound of the shower's water running coming soon after. He did close the door. I guess even he wasn't that blatant.

  With that leg of the adventure done, I plopped myself onto the couch, and took off my heels. For a time, the sudden surge of comfort was enough to distract me from the situation, but nothing was going to keep me distracted that I had an Adonis in my bathroom. Naked. Hot water pouring down his well-sculpted body.

  My legs were spreading, and I was reaching down between them. I caught myself. Now was not the time for that. What was I going to do with a wet behemoth? Did I let him sit around my house naked until his stuff got through the dryer? That'd be an hour at least. Maybe I should wash it first, which added another thirty minutes. Having him around here for an hour and a half, Jesus, I don't think eastern monks have had tougher tests of resisting temptation.

  Taking a cue from that, I started breathing deeply. Trying to meditate away my lust.

  Soon, the water stopped. The door opened.

  I was not a large woman by any means. I never took size into consideration when I bought towels, most anything would do for me.

  Trevor, though?

  Not so much.

  He was straining to wrap it around his waist, it almost looking like a hand towel when pressed against him.

  The towel, though, was the last thing I cared about. It was the man under the towel, er, wrapped inside of it. Trevor.

  Seeing him for everything that he had, all on display here, I was suddenly shaking with anticipation. He was hot. So fucking hot. It really wasn't fair. I stood up, looking for something to block it all out of my head. "Um, maybe I should get you a blanket."

  He just looked at me. Up and down. "I can think of something much more useful in keeping me warm."

  "Um, uh... an electric blanket?" I grinned.

  He kissed my grin, and that grin quickly faded into a kiss back. Adrenaline pumped through me as I couldn't stop myself from accepting his kiss, accepting the tongue, accepting everything. He petted my head, going down my back, goosebumps lying in his wake.

  This close to him, I could smell his musk. I could feel myself falling for this man. A primal, passionate need. I couldn't come up with a better explanation on why I was doing this. Biology must have been taking over. I wasn't this type of girl. I would never fuck a guy I just met at a bar.

  Yet I was. Or quickly on the road to doing so.

  Running my fingers through his hair, down his back, truly appreciating the beefcake that he was.

  That towel toppled to the floor as he lifted me up, his fingers delightfully digging into my ass, and carrying me to the sofa. Pinning me down horizontally, our kisses continued. I was feeling something rigid against my leg. Seriously, that couldn't possibly be...

  It was. They made them that big? Should I tell him to go see a doctor about that? How does that even work? You know, with the thrusting and penetration, and all of that?

  Something to deal with later. Now he was touching my face, my neck, pushing those dress straps down. My heart was beating so hard as he started to pull the dress down around my center. I was worried that he wouldn't be as amazed by me as I was amazed by him. I never thought myself to be drop dead gorgeous or anywhere near his league.

  As he revealed my breasts, the air of the room tickling my nipples, I saw that he had nothing but an admiring smile on his face. To him, I was the sexiest thing in the world. I didn't understand it one bit, yet it was exhilarating all the same.

  "Fucking hell, you're so damn fine," he said, the hot breath of his whispers tickling my ear. He did stop to a raise an eyebrow though. "You seem tense, Stephanie."

  "Um, uh, I've never done something like this before."

  "Wait, you're a virgin?"

  "No, no, not that. The whole, meet a guy at a bar, bring him back. It's just so weird for me."

  "You need to relax, my girl. I know just the thing." Another kiss. That alone was a damn fine argument, my body on overdrive from such a minor movement. He didn't stop at my lips. He went down my neck, with one that almost felt sharp enough to be a hickey. Down to my breasts, which he had delicately worshipped with his fingers so far. His tongue batted at the nipples, and then latched onto them, sending a powerful yet blissful shock jutting through my body. He showed both of them the same love, causing me to cry out with a small moan. He stopped, only to glance up at me. "That'll be the first of very many, Stephanie."

  I didn't doubt it one bit.

  Those strong hands of his continued down to my belly, tickling me ever so slightly with his movements. My legs spread, he placed his fine naked self right in front of me, only my panties preserving the little shred of modesty that I had left. His hand over it, I anticipated what was coming my way, and I wanted it so, so bad. He gently rubbed me through the fabric, pushing it against my folds. "I can already tell you're dripping wet, Stephanie. It's cute as hell."

  "Cute?"

  "Cute can be sexy too. Cute is my favorite kind of sexy." He punctuated his words by finding my clit through the fabric and latching down on it. I cried out, it so sudden yet so powerful. I caressed his head between my legs. I wanted more of that. I needed more of that.

  8

&
nbsp; Trevor

  Trevor

  * * *

  All things considered, I never thought myself much of a pussy eater. Yeah, I got around, but putting my mouth on some drunk chick's cooch wasn't my idea of a good time, especially since some of them came to me for sloppy seconds when their first choice had so completely failed them. I always made sure they got theirs. Fucking wasn't any fun unless the girl was screaming for you.

  Stephanie though? Fuck, she was so different. She wasn't a college slut. There was something pure, innocent about her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to fully experience the woman who had so completely engulfed my imagination.

  I kept rubbing her, making her squirm. She struggled against me, pulled at my hair some as I suckled her through the fabric, and pushed it in with my tongue. If she was struggling with this and she still had her panties on, I was excited to see how loud she would scream when it was nothing more than my tongue and her sex.

  Waiting didn't sit well with me. I knew I wasn't a patient man, and I wasn't about to learn that virtue now.

  I bunched up the bottom of her panties. "If you don't want me to tear these off you right now, I would suggest you help me get them off you."

  She wasted no time in obeying me, her legs closing just long enough for me to pull those off of her. I then got to see her in all of her naked glory, how she was intended.

  "Nice and smooth down there, huh?"

  She blushed, as if her naked pussy was something to be ashamed of.

  I couldn't think of a more perfect woman. It was ridiculous, really. I shouldn't have been so obsessed. I was, though, and I wasn't going to just stop without sating this primal lust.

  Delving between her legs, I kissed her clit, hearing her pant from that ever so slight movement. I tossed her legs over my shoulders to have complete access to her sex, and all of the sensitive fun stuff around it. Massaging her thighs, he ass, her skin felt so damn soft under my fingers. She even smelled good. That was the other reason I really didn't go down on girls. Less did hygiene well than you would think.

  Stephanie, though? If I could get Stephanie's Pussy Scented Febreeze, I would be spraying that shit all over my dorm.

  I needed to hear her sing for me. I wasn't going to be happy until I made her pass out from sheer bliss. Rubbing her clit, I licked around her folds, sucking up those delicious juices that she had for me. As she moaned, I knew there was plenty more where that came from. This girl was going to hang with me no matter what I gave her. I liked that.

  The key to eating pussy? Reading your woman. Giving attention to every part of her. If she asks for something, you give her it. This is for her pleasure, and her pleasure was my own pleasure.

  Licking my way through her, hearing her moan, it couldn't have been truer. Every time she called out my name, I could feel my dick get even harder.

  "Fuck, is there some sort of master class of pussy eating you took or something?" She mumbled before moaning loudly for me again. I thrust my tongue into her, urging it in as deep as it could possibly go.

  She pulled on my hair. I took 300-pound men running into me, I could take her using my scalp to hang on for dear life.

  "Fuck! Fuck!" She repeated loudly, along with the name of a deity or two. Her legs closed around me, trapping me. The only way I was getting out of this was making her knees so weak that she couldn't keep them locked anymore. So I wholly focused on that.

  I loved watching her write beneath me. How she tossed and turned, how she arched her back. How she sang for me. Her muscles tensing and releasing. Anything and everything about what she did, God, I was in love.

  Even I knew that it was insane to say I was in love with a girl I just met, though.

  "Jesus Tap-dancing Christ," she squealed when I took her by surprise and pressed my thumb down on her clit. Her hands were on her breasts, squeezing them for even more stimulation like she was some sort of insatiable porn star.

  Her teeth were gritted and I knew that she was close. Damned close.

  I picked up the pace. I wanted to hear her scream for me at the top of her lungs. I wanted her to get noise complaints.

  The way she was struggling told me I was going to get everything that I desired and so much more.

  "No, fuck, ah, yes, just, stop, no, fuck, coming!" She was stammering incoherently, unable to cope with what I was doing to her. Watching her sing for me as the orgasm hit her, as it rolled through her again and again, the massive sloppy smile on her face. Fuck, I damn near came myself just watching her cum.

  She even pulled out a few of my hairs in her passionate throes. A small battle scar, well earned.

  I didn't stop licking and sucking on her folds until she was completely spent. I wanted her to milk this for every single thing that it was worth.

  Soon, she was panting and sweaty, my mission well accomplished. I just stared at her beautiful body, my eyes drifting down to her pussy. It had been delicious to eat, but there was definitely something I wanted to do with it far more than that. You know, using it for its intended purpose.

  That girl wasn't going to let only one person worship another’s body, though. Her determination made her push herself up, her hand reaching for my cock. "You don't have to do that, Steph."

  "I want to. I'm not a virgin. I know one good round of head deserves another."

  That was what I was talking about. A woman who loved to give as much as receive. That was the woman you stayed with for the rest of your life.

  With an impressive burst of strength, she pushed me down onto the sofa. It was my turn. She looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers, ones that told me that she wanted me from the moment she saw me.

  I was no mind-reader or anything, but when I looked at Stephanie, and she looked back, I just knew that she wanted me for me.

  Her hand closed around my cock, her grip firm, impressive, jerking me slightly. God, I dealt with the first blissful jolt through me. She could just keep doing this and I might have had the best orgasm ever.

  A simple handy apparently just wasn't her way. She wanted to do more to me. A finger running down my chest, she dwelled there for a time.

  "What, you like my chest more than my cock?" I said with a smirk.

  "It's a really, really nice chest. Like, is this an eight-pack?"

  "I can get a ten-pack if I push myself so hard that I end up hating myself."

  "No, no, this is fine. This is more than fine." Her eyes were wide as she traced her way down, the other hand testing me, feeling my girth. Soon though, she dropped on her knees in front of the sofa, her eyes staring right at my cock.

  "What's the matter now?"

  "Just... trying to figure out how this is all supposed to work."

  "I thought you weren't a virgin."

  "I'm not! I just... um... my mouth and your dick, it seems like putting a big thick peg in a hole that's far too small."

  Laughter. "I believe in you, Stephanie. You can do it if you put your heart into it. If you believe in yourself, you can suck that cock."

  My inspirational words pushed her. She still had to work herself up to it, but damn, she was going to try.

  Little kisses, little licks, they all felt so good down there. Even as she caressed my balls, she was filling me with more joy, more lust than I'd felt in quite some time. Stroking me, pushing me. Driving me wild and she hasn't even started sucking me properly yet.

  She was getting to the proper cock-sucking of course. She opened her mouth wide, almost in a cartoonish fashion, bringing it toward my dick. She engulfed it, bit by bit, her lips closing around me. I knew she could do it, all she had to do was believe in herself. She took me deeper and deeper, her mouth growing tighter than any pussy I had experienced in my young life. Fully and completely, she took me as much as she could, and honestly? She impressed me. It was like some sword-swallowing act where I was wondering where all of it was going.

  "Girl, I got a backup career in mind for you if you ever need it..." I mumbled before gasping something else
out. "Jesus, don't suck my skin off my boner."

  She was blowing me so damned well, that I was seriously questioning her claims of never doing this before. It felt like I was feeling the culmination of years of endless practice, but the way she looked at me? I knew it couldn't be the case. She was too nice, too proper. She wasn't the kind of girl I normally fucked who had a sexual resume that would fill a phone book. Stephanie was just that damn good.

  God, and she was getting better. Her head was bobbing up and down on me, I was struggling to think anymore. All that mattered was her and what she was doing to me.

  My head fell back as I let out a long groan of my own, and when I looked down at her, while she did have one hand on my cock, where was the other?

  She was rubbing her own pussy, her own clit. Somehow, someway, sucking my cock was making her even hornier for me.

  As if I needed more reason to like her.

  Faster strokes, faster caressing, faster sucks, God, I was rising fast.

  I had no doubt that a girl like her could get me hard again in a flash, but I wasn't going to take any risks.

  I had to have her. Fully. I needed her pussy wrapped around my cock, and I needed now.

  Reluctantly, I pulled her off of my cock, and I immediately regretted it.

  "What's the problem? I thought I was doing fine."

  "You're doing too fine. It's so fine that you're going to end up spoiling dinner."

  "Dinner?"

  "You know, the part where I fuck you silly?"

  9

  Stephanie

  Stephanie

  * * *

  Back when I was with Ryan, I was reluctant to do my part in oral sex. It seemed like a chore, something nasty I was for some reason expected to do.

  Yet with Trevor?

  I openly volunteered it. I dropped down on my knees and begged for him to let me suck his cock. Trevor was doing things to me, and I don't know if I liked it.