Big Jock : Bad Boy Sports Romance

by Vanessa Kinney

  I steal a glance at his cock. Hard and erect, like I remember it to be. He catches me, but says nothing.

  He reaches out with a finger and moves a curl of my brown hair from my eyes, tucking it away behind my ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” His hand leaves my ear and goes down to my fingers that cover my breasts.

  Slowly, he peels away my fingers. His chest holds tight and his eyes are heavy on my breasts. There’s not a sound inside the room. I’m almost sure that both of us are holding our breaths.

  When I let go of my body and let my hands fall to the side, his chest falls. His hand cups my breasts for a moment and begins to knead them.

  I close my eyes and let his familiar and forgotten touch warm my body. I’d forgotten how much I missed him.

  Almost like a volcano erupting in the night, I open my eyes and lash out at him. He falls down on his back, his cock flicking into the air like a missile.

  I give him a quick peck on the cheeks and work my way down his chest. I kiss every inch of him that I can, taking in every new and old tattoo that I’d forgotten about.

  With record breaking speed, I reach the edge of his torso. He lifts his head for a moment to watch me, his mouth slightly agape.

  I rest a hand on his knees, diverting his attention there. With two fingers, I proceed to walk up his thighs and make the small journey to his erect cock. Almost like a climber about to scale a mountain.

  “Oh, just hurry the fuck up,” he murmurs, brining his palms to his face and pressing them down and squishing his cheeks.

  “You’re not the only one who can tease.” My fingers reach the end of his hilt and wrap around them, making his head drop down onto the mattress.

  Up. Down. Up. Down.

  I stroke over and over, letting droplets of his precum gather at his tip. I let myself get reacquainted with his cock. Letting myself remember the slight bend to the left or the purple vein that ran along the right side. Things that I had forgotten about him.

  Things that I forced myself to forgot.

  Just before the pool of precum drips down his length, I swoop in and let my tongue gather it away. The sweet droplets hit against my tongue and I’m instantly taken back. Every familiar inch of his cock comes to the forefront of my mind as my tongue flicks at it.

  King tries to reach out for me, but I bat him away. It’s my turn for a little fun.

  I hold his cock still and run my tongue along his length, enjoying him squirm for a moment. His hands grip the sheets, pulling at them until they tear. All the while cursing my name.

  Out there in the big bad world, Arthur Stone is known as the King. Everyone loves and respects him because of his racing skills. Few go against his words.

  But that’s not how it works in the privacy of our bedroom.

  Here in the bedroom with me, he is nothing but putty in my hands.

  Each flick of my tongue makes his thighs shake. Each time my mouth drops down his shaft and it’s helm hits the back of my throat, I can hear the sound of his ankles hitting against each other.

  Inside the bedroom, he’s in my territory. The one place that I can break him and bend him to my will.

  It’s our little dirty secret.

  When I can feel his balls aching and his entire body shaking, I kiss up his body. Soon, I’m on top of him, and my pussy rubs up and down his cock. He runs his hands down my back and digs into my waist, pushing me down. Trying to get inside my velvet tightness.

  “Not yet,” I almost sing. I take his hands away from my sides and hold them above his head. I close my eyes and let my pussy grow familiar with the length and girth of his shaft.

  “Enough of this. I can’t take it anymore.” He breaks free of my hands and like a wild animal, tosses me over.

  He’s on top of me, the head of his cock at my entrance. I dig my nails into his back. With one thrust of his hips, he pushes inside of me.

  “You’re so tight. So very tight.” He takes a breath before pushing the rest of his length inside. I’d forgotten how good it felt.

  A moan escapes my lips while his body falls down onto me, his teeth taking a bite of my shoulder. His thrusts start out slow. Soon, there’s a rhythm to his moves and I lose it all.

  The headboard begins against the wall over and over. The familiar red flash of the light above blinds me every other second. His cock stretches me more and more, until he presses it all inside of me. The slam of his sweaty naked body against mine makes me see stars.

  There’s a ringing in my ears and it’s only after the umpteenth thrust, I realize it’s his phone. Neither of us have been paying attention to anything else, but each other. None of us care about anything else.

  His deep, pleasurable grunts send me over the edge. To know that I can still make him feel this way drives me.

  By the time King’s ready to release I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve finished. I nod to his words. There’s no way that I could ever answer him. My mind is in its own little word.

  My lips quivers when he begins to slow down. His teeth lets go of my shoulder, pain shooting from it, and his lips fall down on my mouth. Our lips flick against each other and hot air shoots out of our nostrils. The only thing I can hear is the grunts and moans that leave our mouths.

  Our bodies shake together as I feel an intense heat between my legs. We both shiver and King lets out a final grunt before falling down to my side. My body shakes a couple times like the aftershock of a earthquake before I can find the energy to look at him.

  I bring a tired hand up to his chest and watch it rise and fall with each breath. His eyelids flicker and I’m pretty sure he’s passed out until they open in a hurry. King gets on his feet, as if he found a second wind, and lets out a scream. His flaccid cock swings inches away from my face.

  The springs underneath groan and sound off as King jumps around the bed. His muscles flex and give way to his gorgeous body.

  “God fucking damn, that was amazing.” He grunts one more time before he jumps down next to me, pressing his lips against mine as I struggle not to laugh.

  It’s not a surprise that I fail horribly.

  My chest shakes hard, sending my breasts swinging about. King watches them jiggle in every direction, a smile on his face.

  He’s like a kid on Christmas morning. One that had gotten everything that he wanted from Santa.

  I struggle to bring myself from pure exhaustion when he grabs a tit with one hand. He brings his head down and flicks his tongue along the nipple.

  The laughter dies immediately and I’m left trying to hold myself together. I rub my thighs and feel the warmth and hunger return. The burning fire inside of me wants more, since I haven’t had this much fun in years.

  “You can’t do that. They’re sensitive,” I moan with half opened eyes.

  When he pulls his lashing tongue away, I look at him. His game face is on.

  “I’m ready if you are,” he says, as if reading my mind.

  I nod and close my eyes, his teeth latching onto my shoulder as his finger strokes inside my pussy.

  Chapter 14

  A ray of sunlight breaks through the blinds and manages to hit me right in the eyes. It always has to happen when I’m getting the best sleep of my life. King and I were half-way around the world in my dreams, enjoying the company of each other just like we used to back in college. It’s also the first time that I’ve been able to dream about anything else beside Tommy and that nasally breathing of his.

  I toss my hands above my head. My nails chip away at the paint above the headboard. There’s a small hole at the top from the constant thumping from last night. I smile to myself as my insides tingle with excitement.

  I haven’t felt so good in so long.

  King snores next to me. Every deep breath that he takes sends his nostrils flaring the next second. His back rises and falls, an arm draped over me. This can’t have been more picture perfect.

  Everything about last night was just too surreal. Somewhe
re, in all the lust and hunger, I’d lost count of how many rounds King and I were able to go. It’s like the both of us had been saving ourselves for each other these last four years. I rub my thighs together, the welcome feeling of aching passing through me.

  I rest my hand on his sides, moving it up his body. I take in every little feature that I’ve missed over the years. There are a few new tattoos and scars that cover his body, but all in all, it’s still the Arthur Stone that I know. The one that I’d fallen in love with since I was a little girl.

  I toss aside his hair and rest my palm on his cheek, gentle enough so I don’t wake him. He still has that little scar on his right eyebrow. I remember when he bumped his head getting to the back of the van. It was the first time that he got drunk and I had to babysit him.

  I run my thumb along it and let the memory take me back. The hair still doesn’t grow in that spot, giving a bad boy look.

  I turn my body around and nestle up into him, letting the warmth of his body take hold of mine. Instinctively, his arm tightens around me and brings me closer to his chest. He doesn’t wake up or stir otherwise.

  Everything about this feels so familiar and safe. When it feels like the world around me is crashing, King is here to hold it on his massive shoulders. Throwing and ripping the world apart to make sure that I’m safe and protected.

  I know for a fact that I would never be able to get through this without him. Not with Tommy chasing me relentlessly.

  Should I be giving myself to King this easily?

  What if it ends like before?

  Has he really changed or is this just a trick to win me back until his attention falls on another woman?

  Part of me wants to jump out of bed and throw him out of the apartment. To make him pay for all the years of hurt he’s given me. The wound inside my heart is still there, although not nearly as big as before.

  The other part of me wants him to never leave my side. This feeling of having someone in my life is something that I’ve dearly missed. Someone who looks forward to seeing me when we get home from work. The feeling of being wanted.

  King insists that he made a mistake before. That he let his inexperience and jealousy get in the way of our relationship. That he’s matured and won’t ever make the same mistake. And I can see that he’s trying his best to prove it.

  Only time will tell if I can forgive him or not. If I let the past be the past and focus on the present and future. To give myself to Arthur “King” Stone once more.

  Last night might have been fun, but that doesn’t mean I should just drop my guard. That would be foolish of me.

  Everything in the last month has shown me that King is serious about making this work. The distance he’s willing to go to protect me and catch Tommy. Sleeping on the couch and rocking me to sleep every night while I’m just a bumbling mess. No one has ever done that much for me in my life.

  I bite down on the side of my lip and pull myself from his arms. I need more time to think. A cup of coffee and maybe a cupcake should help clear my mind. After last night’s workout, I think I deserve that much at least.

  I tip toe to the kitchen and brew two cups of coffee. The soft pitter patter of the coffee hitting the metal carafe sounds off in the apartment. I lay down on the sofa and let the smell waft through the apartment, stealing glances toward the bedroom and at King. I dig into my cupcake and stare out the window, watching Portland wake up around me.

  This could be our new home. A new beginning to put everything behind us. Of course, we would probably need to move out of this apartment. I don’t think I can be here after what Tommy’s done. Even if we catch him.

  I open the garbage bin and drop the cupcake cup into it. A familiar chirp sounds from the bedroom. I pump my arms and run there.

  I pick his phone off the floor and shut the door behind me, King stirring in his sleep. I don’t want him to wake up. After his performance last night, he needs the sleep more than I did.

  I glance at the caller ID, recognizing Cat’s cell number. Maybe, she has some news about Tommy. I can feel the excitement pouring out of me.

  If Cat’s calling there’s a chance that she’s made a break in her investigation. It might even be enough to get the fucker arrested and locked up.

  “Hello,” I whisper, trying my best to keep my voice down. I pour myself a cup of coffee, dropping two lumps of sugar and a couple drops of hazelnut cream..

  I was in a sweet mood today.

  “Camilla? Is King there?” she says in a hurry. It’s almost like she’s out of breath.

  My voice goes up a couple octaves as I set the two coffees down. “He’s asleep. What’s the matter? Is it about Tommy?” I hold the phone next to my ear with my shoulder while I bring a nail to my teeth. I clamp down on it and pull nervously at it.

  It’s a old, bad habit that I’ve mostly gotten rid of until now.

  There’s something about Cat’s voice that’s making me uneasy. Like some thing’s happened that isn’t according to her plan.

  “I’ve got the fucker. I got a nice, clean picture of him after he left my house. I’ve been tailing him for the last week, nothing unusual. That is, until he came to install those locks for me.” Her voice trials off and I feel my heart almost jump out of my throat. I can just imagine her walking around her apartment taking a puff of her cigarette in victory. “I caught him, Camilla.”

  I clap my hands together with excitement. “What do you mean?” I shout into the phone. Loud enough that I’m sure King will wake up. I can’t contain my emotions.

  If she’s telling the truth, then my worst fears are in the past. I can put Tommy and the whole stalking business behind me. I can get the police to listen to me and arrest him.

  I can start to focus on my art. Move out of here. And maybe even start something with King.

  A possible relationship. One that’s better than before.

  “Before he left my house, he asked to use my bathroom. At the time, I didn’t think anything about it. But when the fucker left, there was this weird smile on his face.” I take a sip of my coffee, my hand shaking in glee. “As soon as I closed the front door, I rushed to the bathroom,” she stutters. I hear the flick of a lighter on her end. Cat takes a couple puffs of her newly lit cigarette.

  “How did you catch him if he left?” I ask.

  “I didn’t catch him. In my bathroom, right above the toilet, is a vent. The creep put a camera in my vent. There’s no doubt in my mind that he put it when he went to the bathroom. I could tell by that stupid grin of his.”

  “A camera?” I ask.

  That’s when my heart stops. The cup in my hand falls to the ground and crashes, sending porcelain fragments and hot coffee flying in all directions. It spatters on my skin and on the white cabinets in the kitchen, yet I don’t feel it. King’s cell drops into the puddle of coffee.

  That’s ‘cause I’m already rushing to the bathroom. I can hear Cat yelling from the phone, but I’m already inside the bathroom. I flick on the lights and angle my head until I can see up the vent.

  A couple seconds pass until a red light flickers on for a split moment and turns off. It does it again a couple seconds later. It’s clear as day now that I know it’s there.

  I drop the lid of the toilet and jump up on it. I dig my nails into the vent and pull with what little strength I have. The screws come undone and a shower of chipped paint and dust falls on my head.

  I stand on the tip of my toes and force my hand down the vent. The tip of my fingers touch plastic and I grip with my nails, pulling back with all my might. The camera falls out of my hand and onto the floor, the lens pointing up in my direction.

  Covered in dust and chips of paint, I ease my way off the toilet. The red dome light under the lens flickers and turns off.

  This can’t be happening right now. My head shakes on its own.

  How long has that been there?

  Days?

  Weeks?

  Months?

  He’s been wa
tching me this whole time. Every intimate and private moment has been captured by that creep. I can almost see that stupid smile of his as he watches me from his dark cave.

  I slam my foot down on the camera. Again. And again.

  There’s a surge of pain, but I don’t stop. Not until it’s a pile of broken pieces on the ground. I drop to the ground and sink my head between my legs. I grip at my hair and feel disgusted with myself.

  Questions bounce through my head.

  What does he want with me?

  Why is he doing this?

  Why won’t he just leave me alone?

  Someone’s hands envelop me and bring me close. I look up to see King holding me, his eyes on the broken pieces of plastic at my feet. There’s a trail of blood from the pieces to my soles. King grabs a towel and wraps it around my feet.

  After-wards, he picks me up and takes me away. All I can do is point at the broken pieces on the ground, incoherent words leaving my throat. I don’t know what to say. I can’t keep doing this. He’s destroying every part of me.

  King sets me down and rocks along with me. He nods to all my words and mutterings, holding me hard against his chest.

  Protecting me like always.

  Chapter 15

  King leaves me on the couch while he pokes around the house. He figures that since Tommy has already broken in he might have a chance to sneak more cameras around the house. King isn’t wrong.

  It doesn’t take him long to find other cameras. The creep set one up in every room, including the bedroom. King pulls out the batteries and drops them on the living room table. The sight of them makes me want to throw up.

  Just when everything is getting a little bit back to normal this has to happen. Something inside of me wants to throw gasoline all over my things and just burn the whole loft down. Be done with the intrusion of privacy and Tommy. Then, King and I can move to Hawaii and get the fuck away from all of this.

  This whole time, Tommy’s known every step that I’ve taken. Nothing is my own anymore.

  Not my loft.