Small Town Daddy: A Dark Romance

by B. B. Hamel

  Everyone knew that story. But it was different when that story was staring at you in the face, his ripped body inches away from yours, grinning like he owned the place.

  So of course I said yes. I followed him down into that basement and we danced in a big group of people, our bodies smashed close together. I’d never felt so wild or free before as we danced, his hands on my hips, his lips close to my ear.

  We danced like that for what felt like hours. Sweat ran down my spine, but I didn’t care and neither did he. We danced, our bodies close against each other, until he asked me that question.

  It was the question I thought about all the time later on, after everything had happened. I couldn’t help but wonder what would have gone differently if he hadn’t whispered it in my ear, made my body pulse, made my pussy dripping wet.

  And it wasn’t really a question, not exactly. The question was implied, but we both knew what it really was.

  It was a command.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he said, sending tingles down my spine.

  “Where?” I asked him.

  “My truck is nearby,” he answered. “I haven’t been drinking. I want to show you something.”

  “Okay.”

  That fateful answer, so simple. I wasn’t thinking about consequences, not that night. All I could think about was Gibson’s body pressed so close to mine.

  Heads turned as we left the party together. I wondered where Harper was, but I knew she’d make it home just fine.

  Gibson drove a big black truck. He helped me inside like a gentleman, though he didn’t dance like one.

  We drove away from the school, away from the town. We drove down along an old road, barely paved, and finally stopped at the edge of a field.

  “This is my favorite spot in this shitty place,” he said. “Quiet. Nobody around.”

  I had to admit that it was nice. The woods spread out around us and the field looked calm, serene. Wild flowers were just blooming all over and everything was bathed in a weak silver moonlight.

  I turned my head toward him to tell him how nice it was. That was when he kissed me.

  Gibson wasn’t the type of man to ask permission. He simply took my chin and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, hungry and scared and thrilled all at once. He tasted incredible, like fresh spring water right from the stream. We kissed like that until he practically pulled me across the car.

  I ended up straddling Gibson Evans, my soaking pussy up against his hard cock. His surprisingly hard, large cock, which he wasn’t shy about pressing hard against me.

  I knew where this was going. Gibson had a reputation, after all. The truth was, straddling him in his truck was exactly what I’d wanted from the second he spoke to me. Maybe the man was an arrogant asshole, but he was absolutely gorgeous.

  He was the perfect one-night stand, the perfect fling to cap off my summer of fun. I didn’t know if there was something beyond this one night, but I couldn’t think about that. All I knew was that this night was all that mattered.

  Or at least that was what I thought at the time.

  His hands pulled off my shirt, unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped down into my panties. I moaned as his fingers worked my clit, sliding along my slick skin, pressing inside me. I began to work my hips, letting his fingers do the work, as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

  I began to fumble at his belt, so he slid the car seat back as far as it would go. I got his belt off and we worked his pants down. I began to work his long, thick cock through his boxer briefs, amazed at his size, my pussy ringing with need and desire. He kissed me hard as I worked him, and he whispered in my ear.

  “I want to feel that pussy wrapped around my cock,” he said. “Fuck, Avery, you’re driving me fucking wild.”

  I kissed him and pulled his boxer briefs down. I got back into the passenger seat and then leaned forward, taking his cock into my mouth.

  He groaned as I began to suck him. His cock was thick and long, and I could barely fit him into my mouth. I sucked his tip, jerking his shaft off, working him. He groaned as I realized how incredibly starving I was for him, how badly I needed this.

  “Take that fucking cock,” he grunted as I worked him, sucking him hard. He reached over and slipped his fingers down my panties as I sucked him, working my clit. I couldn’t help but moan with his cock halfway down my throat.

  “I love how fucking wet you are, Avery,” he said. “God damn, you’re dripping for me already. You love sucking cock that much?”

  I gasped as he pressed his fingers inside me, pulling his cock from my mouth.

  “My pants,” he said. “In the back pocket. Get my wallet.”

  I nodded, reached to the floor. I pulled his wallet out and gave it to him. He took a condom from it and ripped the condom open.

  I watched as he rolled it down his impressive length. Then he grabbed my hips and pulled me back over toward him.

  I bit my lip, completely unsure if I could even take him. But he took my hips expertly and guided his cock inside me, slipping deep into my pussy.

  I was soaking wet and he slid right in, easily. He kissed my lips as he slowly pressed himself deep inside me. I slowly worked down his length until his thick cock was buried between my legs.

  We stayed like that for a moment, bliss running through me. Gibson’s cock filled my every inch like it was made for me. It was incredible as he kissed me and slowly lifted me up, guiding my hips.

  He began to fuck me like that, working my hips, thrusting up inside me. I took his cock and moaned, barely able to think, barely able to do anything but let him fuck me.

  His thick cock filled my every inch as he slapped my ass and groaned. I began to work my hips, feeling the pleasure rocking through me. I began to work my ass, rolling along his cock, using my thighs to slam myself down onto him. I ran my fingers through his hair, taking his thick cock, working along his length.

  “I can’t get enough of this tight pussy,” he whispered in my ear. “Fuck, girl, and your ass is fucking perfect.” He slapped it and I moaned. “You like taking this cock, don’t you? You like being a dirty fucking girl, riding up and down my hard cock.”

  I let him fuck me that way, his dirty talk sending me closer to the edge. I didn’t know how long we worked together, his cock pressing inside me, our bodies close together, his lips against my ear. He fucked me and I was lost in it, in the bliss of his thick cock.

  And slowly I felt the orgasm building deep inside me. I couldn’t believe how strong it felt as it slowly swept over me, but my whole body was tense and coming as his cock slammed harder inside me, thrusting deep and rough, his hands firm on my ass.

  He fucked me hard and savage as I came, and I took that thick cock, my mind full of bliss and need. He fucked me deep and hard, and I could feel his hands tensing on my full ass as he fucked me.

  And then his whole body stiffened, his cock working inside me. I twisted my hips, rolling them, helping him come deep inside me.

  And slowly it was over; our orgasms passed. I collapsed forward onto him and he held me there like that, breathing deeply.

  “Fuck,” he said.

  “Yeah,” I agreed.

  I got back into the passenger seat, gasping for air, covered in sweat.

  That was the first night I met Gibson Evans. We sat in his truck talking about nothing for another half hour before he drove me back home. I gave him my number and he walked me up to my door like a gentleman.

  But he didn’t fuck like a gentleman. As he kissed me on the cheek and gave me that cocky grin, I kept thinking about his body against mine, fucking me rough and deep.

  Gibson Evans was something else. Sometimes a gentleman and sometimes a beast, Gibson made me feel something that night I had never expected.

  And a few weeks later, sitting in the bathroom of my apartment and peeing on a stick, he made me feel something else entirely.

  1

  Gibson

  Being an athlete had
its perks, especially at a place like Mater Dei.

  It was a football school, the kind of place that treated its football stars like kings. Not that I needed that sort of shit, but it was a nice fucking perk.

  I got invited to a lot of parties. At first, when I first came to MD, it was a ton of fun. But I quickly found out that partying and playing at the highest levels of football just didn’t go hand in hand. I got tired of the parties, tired of the same fucking girls throwing themselves at me.

  Plus, I had a lot to live up to. The summer before my senior year, I was ranked number eight in the country, and a lot of people were saying that I could be the best if I continued to play well.

  At a place like Mater Dei, expectations ran high. If you had a lot of hype, you’d better live up to that hype, or else.

  Which was why I didn’t do much partying that summer. I spent most of my time studying film and working out, getting into game shape earlier than usual. I was going to push myself, achieve the highest levels of athletic accomplishment, or else die trying.

  But there was one party, toward the end of the summer. Two a day practices were coming up, which meant my life was about to be a living hell of serious physical torture mixed with crushing game study. I was about to immerse myself in football again, and I wasn’t going to have a single spare second.

  And so I decided to go to one last party, although I didn’t have high expectations. It was at an alumni house, some guy I barely knew, although all the same faces were there.

  Except for her. I couldn’t help but grin when I first saw Avery Carpenter standing there, looking shy and quiet. Long, thick hair, great tits and hips, the sort of girl I just had to make moan.

  It wasn’t long before I got her on the dance floor, our bodies moving to the beat. I knew she was dripping wet by the way she looked at me. All I had to do was ask, and she was mine.

  Avery Carpenter. She was the last girl I touched before season started and my life became packed with nothing more than football. When two a days started, the memory of her incredible lips wrapped around my cock got me through some of the worst of it.

  I wanted to call her. I really did. But nothing was going to stop me from becoming the best quarterback in the country, and I didn’t have time for distractions.

  Not even distractions like Avery.

  I opened up the door to my apartment and let the cool air blast into my face. I was still sweaty from practice, but I didn’t care as I collapsed onto the couch.

  I lived in a pretty nice apartment right on the edge of campus. It was an easy walk from my place to the practice fields, and a lot of the other players lived in the building with me. Coach liked to keep us all together to try to foster a team spirit, but that just meant the guys threw raging parties whenever they had a second.

  Not me, though. I was more focused than I’d ever been in my life.

  I was also more tired. The first game of the season was coming in two weeks, and my body felt like I’d been hit by a truck and dragged for a few miles. Two a days had just ended with one of the most brutal practices ever.

  “What up, Gibson?”

  I sat up. Standing in the kitchen was my roommate, best friend, and killer running back, Hynes Whaler. He grinned at me, his dark skin lost in the weak overhead light.

  “Fucking dead,” I grunted. “Coach beat my ass.”

  “Oh yeah? He make you do hitting drills today?”

  “Nah,” I said.

  “Damn, because I just got my ass kicked by a bunch of dudes who love nothing more than causing pain.”

  I laughed. “You just described yourself, man.”

  “Maybe. But fuck, brother, these guys do not hold back in these fucking drills.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. Although I had a lot of pressure on my head, I was glad I didn’t have to go through tackling drills every day. I was a tall man, pretty big, and muscular for a quarterback, but Hynes was even bigger. The guy was a powerful running back and loved nothing more than crashing up the center of the line, bruising bodies and breaking skulls.

  We got along just fine. He was known for his punishing runs, and I was known for my punishing throws. Plus, I was known to break a tackle or two to keep plays alive.

  “I can’t listen to you complain today, Hynes,” I said, lying back down. “I just need to close my eyes for an hour.”

  “Not today, man,” Hynes said. “Get your ass up. You got studying to do.”

  I groaned. “Not today.”

  “Coach’s fucking orders. You gotta get your ass up.” He threw an empty water bottle at me.

  I groaned, shaking my head. “Fine. Fucking fine.” I sat up and shook my head. “Not only do I have to be the best QB in the country, but I better have a three point five GPA or else.”

  “Damn, and you think I’m complaining today?”

  I threw the bottle back at him and slowly stood up, my muscles sore as hell.

  “By the way,” he said, “some girl came by for you.”

  I sighed. There were a lot of girls coming by for me all the time. Sometimes it was a good thing, but most of the time it was just frustrating. I couldn’t waste an ounce of energy on these girls. All they wanted from me was some fucking star jock to parade around in front of their friends. Granted, I normally just wanted a taste of their little pussy, but still. I hadn’t been with anyone since that night, and I hadn’t even been able to think about it.

  “Who was it this time? Some girl in Ugg boots and a North Face jacket named Ashley?”

  Hynes grinned. “Nah, man. I would’ve taken that one for myself.”

  “Who was it then?”

  “Not sure. Said she needed to talk to you. Sounded kind of serious, actually.”

  I frowned and shook my head. “Not today. I don’t have time for this sorority girl bullshit.”

  “Whatever you say, man. She left her number. It’s on the table.”

  I went over and took a look at it. I paused and frowned at it.

  “What’s the matter?” Hynes asked.

  “Not sure. Number looks familiar.”

  “No shit, man. You’ve got every girl’s number in this whole fucking school.”

  I grinned at him. “Not exactly.”

  “Yeah, exactly.”

  “Fuck off, all right? I have to shower and get the fuck out of here.”

  “Yeah. Don’t be late, or Coach will have you running sprints.”

  I grumbled and walked into the bathroom. I stripped down and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the sweat and grime.

  Hours of football and then tutoring in the evening. This was my life, day after day, working up toward game time. I had class during the morning, practice during the afternoon, and then tutoring at night. I’d get home around nine o’clock and pass out, too tired to do anything but sleep and wake up the next morning.

  But that number was bugging me for some reason. I got out of the shower and cursed when I saw what time it was. I threw on some clothes and headed out the door, hustling to make it to tutoring on time.

  As I walked across campus, I kept thinking about the number. Curious, I got out my phone and typed in the last four digits.

  I paused, staring at the name that popped up on my screen.

  It was Avery, the girl from that night, the last girl I touched, the last girl I tasted. The only girl I wanted another night with.

  “Fuck,” I said out loud, spooking some freshman walking nearby. I didn’t need this, knew I should ignore it, but I had already hit the call button and was holding the phone to my ear.

  “Hello?” she answered after two rings.

  “Didn’t get enough that night?” I asked her.

  She paused. “Hi, Gibson.”

  “I thought you’d call eventually,” I said, finding myself grinning as I talked. “You’ve been thinking about that night. Can’t get the way my cock felt sliding deep inside you out of your head, can you?”

  There was a short pause. “Listen,
we need to talk.”

  “Go ahead, girl. Talk dirty all you want.”

  “No. I’m being serious. I stopped by your place earlier.”

  “I know. Hynes told me.”

  “Can we meet? I need to talk to you.”

  I sighed, noticing the serious edge to her voice. I’d heard that edge before, but it’d been a long time. It was the way my mom sounded when she had bad news, which was basically all she ever had for me back then.

  “Fine,” I said. “I get done tutoring at eight thirty. Meet me by the statue of Arnold Chains around eight forty-five. Okay?”

  “Who?” she asked.

  I laughed. “Arnold Chains. Fat football guy. It’s a big statue right outside the stadium.”

  “Oh, right,” she said. “Okay. I’ll be there.”

  “See you soon.” I hung the phone up and slipped it into my pocket.

  My life wasn’t simple. I had the enormous expectations of a first-rate football school hanging on my shoulders, plus the hype of the entire country. I had to keep my grades up and work hard to exceed everyone’s expectations if I really wanted to make a career of this.

  Meeting pretty girls outside the stadium at night was definitely not part of the plan right now. I knew I should just go home and go to sleep since I had to do this all over again the next day.

  But there was something in her voice. Besides, I’d take any excuse to see that girl again.

  Avery’s lips pressed against mine came back to me as I hustled off across campus, heading toward my tutoring session.

  2

  Avery

  One Day Earlier

  Nobody wanted to start a new semester off by peeing on a stick.

  I nervously held the plastic applicator down underneath my stream, making a face. I slowly peed, letting it trickle down over the stick.

  “Well?” Harper called from outside the door.

  “Hold on,” I said. “Don’t make me nervous.”

  “You’re not already nervous?”

  “You know what I mean. Don’t talk to me or else I can’t go.”