Baller: A Bad Boy Romance

by Love,Amy

  I would be that woman.

  I could just see the rumors swirling.

  It would be terrible for Dante. There were worse things than being in an alleged relationship, but I didn't want it.

  It would just be more shit, and the last thing he needed. I didn't know what the hell he thought he was telling me when he asked me to keep Dante out of trouble. It didn't seem that Dante could stay out of trouble. It was just attracted to him. It followed him wherever he went.

  How much influence did he believe that I had over Dante anyway? If Dante was a known rule breaker, what did he think I could say to him to change that? Trouble and Dante Rock were obviously two sides of the same coin. I had basically tethered him to his home, with no alcohol at his disposal or women to distract him and he had still managed to get himself behind bars.

  I hoped his lawyer had some advice or something because I was clean out of options. Dante was obviously not someone who interacted with the universe the same way we mere mortals did.

  Watching Dante come out, I couldn't help myself. I ran over to him and hugged him. He seemed a little surprised, but he hugged me back. I was so nervous about what would happen. I was happy that he wasn't in worse trouble, but how long before it was game over and he fucked up in a way that his lawyers could not fix for him?

  "Are you okay?" I asked him, looking him over. He had light bruising on his face and the back of his right hand, but that seemed to be it.

  "I'm fine, Quinn. What about you?"

  What about me? Why was he asking, he was the one who had just spent most of the night literally behind bars. Yeah, I was a little tired, but no one had ever died of a little fatigue.

  "I'm fine. What did they tell you?"

  "The usual speech about how I am an idiot and I am going to do something one of these days that I can't get out of," he said, shrugging.

  I wished he wasn't so cavalier about this. I was more worried than he was and he was the one with his entire career on the line.

  "Did you talk to your team management?"

  "They are the ones who told me I had to miss the rest of the road games. They also said they would release an official statement or whatever and that I was not permitted to say anything about this to anybody."

  "What do they think happened?"

  "Who cares? I'm benched. Once they want to tell me something, they will. I'm not going to ask them for information."

  “What are you going to do now?” I asked him.

  “Go home, I guess. They don’t need me here anymore. Wait. What are you going to do?”

  “If you aren’t going to be here anymore, I don't have to be. I’m going home, too, I guess… till your suspension is over. If we have to do anything, we can do it from there.”

  “Come with me,” he said.

  “I am. Your team flew us out here, I suppose they will fly us back out?”

  “They won't. They might pay for it, but we can't use the team’s private plane because it will be taking the team to the next stop.”

  “That’s fine. I could get a ticket back to LA easy.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I could give you a lift back.”

  “How?”

  “I only fly with the team because they prefer that all their players are together and arrive places at the same time so they don’t end up fucking up their schedule. I have my own plane.”

  Dante had his own plane. Of course, he did. What was I thinking?

  “You sure you don’t mind?”

  “Quinn, I’m offering. It’s the least I can do after getting into that fight.”

  “Okay. Thank you.”

  “I have one more thing to ask though,” he said.

  “What?”

  “I don’t know about you, but I was excited about finally being in a place with plenty of private rooms that we could use… together.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. I like fucking in places it's not allowed, but I like being able to lock a door, too.”

  “Hm, I agree.”

  “This whole suspension thing doesn’t have to ruin everything though.”

  “What are you suggesting?”

  “Come home with me,” he said.

  “Your house?”

  “Yeah. You can stay as long as you want.”

  “Are you asking me to come to your place for a sleepover?”

  “Quinn,” he said, pausing and touching my hair, moving it behind my ear. “We both know the last thing either of us will be doing is sleeping.”

  It was that thing that Dante had that made women so attracted to him; he was using it on me. He was using it on me—and it was working. He was selling something—and I wanted to buy. I felt hot inside of my body. He didn’t need to ask me twice to do anything at all with him. The answer was already yes, but I was too proud to just let him know what a hold he had over me. Even if he already knew, I didn’t need to make him feel any more confident about it.

  “If I come to your place, then I have to stop by mine for clothes.”

  “Tell me what you want, I’ll tell Daniella to send someone to buy some.”

  “Who is Daniella?”

  “My housekeeper.”

  He said ‘housekeeper’ like it was the commonest thing in the world to have one. We had never had a housekeeper when I was growing up, but we hadn’t needed one. Dante sure made the most of his money, making sure he had all his bases covered. Maybe that was why he had never settled down with anyone, he didn’t need to because he had all the benefits of a wife without actually being married to one. His housekeeper kept his house running and went home every day, and the girls he fucked provided that service while also leaving every day. The dream…he was living it.

  “How long do you expect me to stay?” I asked him.

  “You don’t have anything else to do… you don’t have any other guys you have to go home to,” he said. So…a long time was what he was saying. He just wanted me to stay with him, indefinitely. I didn’t know how I felt about that. Of course, I wanted to say yes, but it was sort of a lot. The point at which I could still be awkward about us being together had passed. We were fucking. I couldn't even be coy about it anymore. It was no use.

  I couldn't pretend that we were still here, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism, because we were not. We were going at it and going at it was probably what we would have been doing if this whole fiasco hadn't occurred. I wasn't mad about it as much as I was just a little insecure.

  This would last as long as he was in a position where he had to have me around all the time. I was the woman he was allowed to be with, so I was the woman that he was with.

  If he wasn't into me beyond the sex we could have together, he was good at making me think that he was. He... the last time we had been together…had said I was his. He had said it over and over again: “Mine, mine, mine.”

  I was nervous about what he meant when he said it. Did it even mean anything? Maybe he was just saying it to make me hot or whatever. Maybe he got off on hearing women say that they were all his. The way we related to each other every other time, it was just so hard to put a real label on what we were or to even try and pinpoint what it was that he must have been feeling, or what box he had me in in his life.

  I didn't have him in just one box. He was in several. I had heard enough times that men could compartmentalize things and not get as harassed about them as women got.

  This, now that I was feeling it, was what I had been trying to avoid when we had gotten together.

  I wanted to know what this was so I knew how to feel about it because labeling it according to my feelings was way too risky. My feelings had been pretty fine before this whole thing, but now that the man had essentially tried to take me out on a date and now was asking me to go hide away with him at his house, I was beginning to feel a little funny.

  I was beginning to feel that perhaps, I liked Dante a lot more than I wanted to and a lot more than he wanted me too, as well. So I had a li
ttle crush. That was fine. That was not that big a deal.

  Thousands of women had crushes on Dante Rock. I was just the girl who was lucky enough—at the moment at least—to be the one he was sleeping with.

  The one he was sleeping with.

  The one he was sleeping with.

  That was who I was. Nothing more. I was the one he was sleeping with. He had a reputation. He could sleep with anyone and he had slept with everyone. I was just another one.

  "It's still dark, how soon before we can leave?" I asked.

  It was the wee hours of the morning. After midnight and before five in the morning was no man's time. It was the time at which anything that was happening was bad. You could be sure of it.

  "The plane is mine; we can leave as soon as you want."

  "I want to go home," I said.

  "I'll start making the calls now. We can go to the hotel and get ready to leave and it will be ready when we get to the airport.”

  I ended up falling asleep in the car back to the hotel, an Uber that Dante called while he was on the phone. I was ready and packed quickly, and the hotel let us check out.

  I must have fallen asleep on the second taxi ride, the one to the airport because all I remembered was waking up. We didn't have to go through the usual airport protocol and were led right out onto the runway where the plane was. It was a little smaller than the one that his team used, but the inside was more luxurious.

  Inside, it looked like a really nice living room. There were seats along one side with a table between them and a couple rows of seats—the way they looked in regular planes—on the other side of the aisle. In the back was a door which was closed.

  The captain and the single flight attendant were warm and accommodating.

  "You like it?" Dante asked me.

  I loved it. If I wasn't careful, I would get used to traveling like that. Coach would never be enough again.

  "I've seen better," I joked. I sat down in one of the plush seats gratefully. I picked at a couple of the grapes that were in the bowl of fruit that was between the two chairs. "And bigger."

  "You haven't seen the best part."

  He noted my posture and probably the bags under my eyes. I must have looked exhausted. I had washed all my makeup off after we had gotten back to the hotel.

  "Tired?"

  "Mm-hmm."

  "Too bad, I thought we could have some fun," he said.

  "Doing what? We're on a plane."

  He smirked and stood, holding his hand out for me to take. He led me to the closed door and opened it. The plane had an entire bedroom with a bed in the back. He closed the door behind us. The room looked just like a regular bedroom if a little oddly shaped because of the shape of the aircraft. I felt his hands on my waist and his lips on the back of my neck. He swept all my hair out of the way and kissed me there. I sighed and let him.

  It felt great. It was intimate and gentle. He trailed kisses up my neck, close to my hairline, biting along the outside of my ear. I turned around and kissed him on the lips. He deepened it immediately, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

  That was what he had meant by “fun.” Part of me probably knew but was really tired and hoped he would just let me sleep. That part, the tired part, felt wide-awake suddenly. Suddenly sleep seemed boring. Why would I go to sleep when this was on the table?

  I felt myself start to get wet. I knew he didn’t bring me back here to sleep even though he must have been tired after the night he had had. I knew I was tired, but there were slightly more important things going on at the moment.

  “I thought you'd be tired and want to go to sleep,” I said to him. He smiled down at me.

  “You’ve seen me play, Quinn. You know it takes a lot to wear me out. I’ve been waiting so long to get you alone like this again.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. I already know you have an exhibitionist streak. All the times we’ve had sex, it's been in places where anyone could catch us if they really wanted to. I’ve been waiting to get you in a room alone.”

  “What difference would that make?”

  “Here…I can finally see you naked.”

  He walked past me and sat on the bed. He leaned back, bracing himself on one arm and using his other hand to undo his pants and fish his cock out of his underwear. I stared. The sight of his member took me out every time. I’d had it inside of me, inside of my mouth too, but the size of it was still impressive. I felt myself becoming wet, thinking about what was about to happen.

  Dante was right. This was going to be the first time that he and I were going to be truly alone together.

  “Strip,” he said. “Take it all off.”

  I looked into his eyes. They were clouding over with lust. I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and started undoing the buttons one by one. I pulled the two sides of the top open and slipped it off. Dante was watching me, silent and intent. I reached behind myself and undid the button and zipper of the skirt I was wearing, letting it simply fall to the ground in a pool around my feet. I was in my underwear now. I only ever wore white under my clothes, unless it would be visible through the fabric of my shirts, in which case I wore nude like I was today.

  It wasn’t anything extra special. Nothing lacy and erotic from Agent Provocateur. It was just a matching bra and thong set.

  “Keep going,” he said. “I didn’t ask you to stop.” He was jerking his dick, and it was getting stiffer and stiffer. I smiled and unhooked my bra, letting it fall off my body and join the rest of my clothes on the ground. A lot of guys in the past had been fans of the tits. I realized then that I didn’t know whether Dante was. We had never been fully naked when we’d had sex. They were natural full-C cups, which I always put in push up bras because I wasn’t sure they were proportional to my height.

  I was in my heels and panties now. Dante’s dick was at attention. There was no getting harder than it was right then. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my panties.

  “Stop,” he instructed. I looked at him, wondering whether I had done something wrong. “Come here.”

  I walked over to him like I was hypnotized. I didn’t even question what he wanted me to do. I stopped right in front of him, between his spread legs.

  “Turn around,” he said.

  Turn around? Turn around and do what? I turned slowly so I was facing away from him. I moved my hair over my shoulder to the front so I could look back at him.

  “Bend over. Pull your panties off,” he said. I was thankful I wasn’t looking right at him because I was sure I wouldn’t be able to take it. I bent slowly at the hips and slid my thong down my thighs. I felt open and exposed. I had been with other guys before, but this experience was one of the most erotic things I had ever gone through.

  I knew—bent over like that—that he could see just how wet he had made me. I held my breath, feeling the shock of his hand coming to rest on my hip. He ran his hand over my ass, squeezing. My breath caught, feeling him run his thumb over my tight rosebud.

  “Spread your legs,” he said. I felt him kiss and bite the skin on my thighs and ass until he finally ran his tongue over my soaking wet lower lips. I sighed. It felt incredible. I felt impossibly open to him. My head was down and my legs were open. I had nothing to hide behind. He held my hips and ate me out from behind.

  The embarrassment I had initially felt being so exposed immediately evaporated.

  His tongue ran over my lips and between them, lapping up the juice spilling from me. I felt deep carnal desire inside me radiating from between my legs. The tip of his tongue lapped over my entrance before he slid it inside, tongue fucking me. I pushed my hips back, wanting more. I felt his hand reach for my clit, gently rubbing, as his tongue went to work penetrating me. My eyes were shut. The sensation from his tongue and hand warmed my whole body. His tongue left my channel and moved up, licking over my bud. He was groaning, and the sounds his mouth made as he ate me made me blush. I wanted him to stop so he would fuck me. I wanted him to let me
ride him until he shot his cum inside of me.

  “Dante, I want you,” I said.

  “Hm?” his mouth was still occupied.

  “I want you to fuck me, Dante. I want to feel you come inside of me.”

  He released my hips so I could straighten up. My legs felt unsteady. I turned around to look at him. He smirked at me and wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. I walked back over to him and stood with my legs apart. He took my hips and pulled me onto his lap. He kissed me, sucking my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his dick against my stomach. I reached between us and held it in my hand, pushing its thick head into me.