Player Baby Daddy

by Hamel, B. B.

  I want to scream. God, I want to run away. Instead, I’m rooted in place, silently staring at the man.

  He gathers himself and hikes the towel back up. “Nice to see you, too,” he says, giving my body a very blatant once-over.

  I blush and turn to him. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were here. I was just—”

  “About to run back inside?” he asks.

  “I was going to give you some privacy.”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “That’s okay. I’d rather not be alone. You can come give me some company.”

  “No, I shouldn’t, I—”

  “Come on, Nicole.” He cocks his head and takes a step closer. I take a step back, almost involuntarily. That only makes him smile more. “You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

  “No, I haven’t, I’ve just been busy.”

  “Right, busy. Sure. It has nothing to do with that kiss, right?”

  I glare at him. “No, and we’re never talking about that again.”

  “Oh, I’m definitely talking about it.”

  “You better not be telling anyone.”

  He laughs and shakes his head. “No, of course not. But I mean, I’m talking about it to you. Because I like the way you blush when I tease you, it’s pretty easy to get you going.”

  I glare at him, suddenly very self-conscious of how naked I am… and how much I’m blushing.

  “Look, it was a mistake, okay?”

  “So you say.”

  “We had a moment. One kiss. But we’re just going to be colleagues from now on. Professional.”

  He grins at that. “Professional, sure. I like that.”

  “So just forget it.”

  “Okay then, good colleague. How about you join me in the sauna and we can talk shop? Since we’re being professional and all.”

  I bite my lip for a second and my eyes betray me as they slide down his muscular torso to the perfect little V leading toward…

  “I don’t know,” I say quickly.

  “Oh, come on. Very professional.”

  I sigh and glance away. “Okay. Fine.”

  “Thatta girl. You can tell me how impressive my accuracy is.”

  I roll my eyes. “Or I can tell you how you always look at your favorite receiver second and throw to him like half the time. You think defenses don’t know that?”

  He chuckles and opens the sauna door. “Tell me more.”

  I hesitate. It’s dim in there and I can feel the heat rolling lazily out. I should just leave, but…

  I look at his body again, and almost like someone else is taking control of my legs, I step forward. I walk inside. And he follows me in.

  The door shuts as I take a seat on the far bench.

  I don’t take my towel off. He sits down on the same bench, but with enough room for a third person to sit between us. Close but not too close.

  I stare straight ahead, back straight, as he leans back and sighs.

  “Nice, right?”

  I nod a little. He’s right, I really do like a good steamy sauna. He pours some water over the rocks and they sizzle, adding more steam to the air. I want to lean back and relax, but I can’t let myself. I feel his eyes on me, imagining what it would be like to tear my towel off.

  Or maybe I’m the one with the imagination. Thinking about what’s underneath that little white cloth around his hips. Wondering if he’s as big down there as he is everywhere else…

  “So tell me,” he says, his voice almost a whisper. I have to lean closer to hear him. “What does it feel like, being professional?”

  “I don’t know,” I say back. “We don’t kiss. I know that.”

  “I see. No kissing.” He cocks his head and moves a little closer. “Is it professional to sit here?”

  “Maybe,” I say, heart racing.

  “I see.” He’s right next to me now. That polite space is gone and his leg is touching mine. His eyes look down at my skin and I can see the excitement and desire in his gaze. “And is it professional if I tell you how good you look in just a towel?”

  “Definitely not,” I whisper.

  “Oh, that’s a shame. Because you look so fucking delicious I think I’ll rip through this towel.”

  I feel my cheeks flush again. “River,” I warn but I’m looking up into his eyes and I realize my mistake way too late.

  I never should’ve come in here. I never should’ve gotten this close to him… wearing so little clothing.

  Because now that he’s basically touching me, I can’t help it. I feel like I’m losing control again, just like that night on the field when he took me and kissed me.

  His hand casually runs up my thigh. I shiver and tilt my head.

  “Relax,” he says calmly. “If you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

  “I don’t want you to leave,” I say quickly.

  “I know you don’t.” He leans closer. My heart’s racing. “You’re the coach’s daughter. I should know better than this.”

  “You’re an asshole football player. I should run away.”

  “Run away screaming,” he says with a gentle smirk.

  “That’s right. If I weren’t so dumb.”

  “You’re not dumb. You just can’t help yourself.”

  “You think so? Maybe you’re just arrogant.”

  “I’m arrogant,” he concedes. “But I’m also right.” His hand reaches the top of my towel and his fingers wrap around it. Gently he pulls it off and tosses it onto the floor.

  I lean back on my hand, staring at him. I’m in just my bra and panties now and he’s looking at me with that hungry, intense gaze again. My heart’s racing and I can’t believe I’m letting him stare at me like this.

  He finally meets my gaze and reaches out to cup my chin. He leans forward and kisses me softly.

  I melt into that kiss. God, it tastes just like it did on the field, but… better.

  Because I know what’s going to happen next, and I want it. I want it so badly I can barely control myself.

  I kiss him slow and deep and let his tongue slide against mine. I taste him, bite his lip, let him bite mine, before he finally grabs my hair and pulls my head back. He kisses my neck and unhooks my bra with his other hand. I let it come off, dropping down the front of me. I toss it over to join the towel as his hand teases my nipple.

  I lean back as he leans over top of me. He kisses my neck and I’m not sure if it’s the heat of the sauna or just the heat of him but I feel flushed all over. His lips caress my skin and he moves down to lick my nipple, teasing it, tongue rolling around my stiff pink bud.

  “God damn, girl,” he whispers. “I knew I had to taste you. But I didn’t know you’d taste so damn good.” He practically croons the words as he kisses up my body again.

  I wrap my arms around his neck as he shifts toward me. I feel his towel move and drop lower, tugging down along that V, just barely covering his cock. He’s hard, I can see that, hard enough to press against the towel.

  “You took my towel off,” I whisper.

  His eyes flash. “You want to make it even?”

  “I think I deserve that.”

  He smirks and stands up, letting the towel drop down to the floor.

  I have to physically stop myself from gasping.

  His cock is huge. It’s enormous, thick and long. He’s half hard and he takes himself in his palm, slowly stroking his length as he cocks his head.

  “Not what you were expecting.”

  “No, I mean, I didn’t…” I trail off.

  He drops down to his knees in front of me. I gasp as he roughly spreads my legs open.

  “Don’t worry,” he says gently. “Most women can barely handle it. But you, I think you can handle every single inch.”

  I bite my lip, heart beating so fast I can barely breathe. “What makes you say that?”

  “I have a hunch.” He sits up on his knees and leans over me, pulling my hair again and kissing my lips. He teases me, bites me, and kisses down my neck. H
e licks my nipples again, biting them gently, teasing with his other hand, before he finally kisses my belly button and down between my legs.

  I grasp his hair as he kisses my inner thigh. I stifle a gasp and a moan as his lips find my panties. I’m dripping wet, absolutely soaked, and I’m almost embarrassed when he pushes the ruined panties aside to run a finger from top to bottom of my soaked slit.

  “I was right, you do want this as badly as I do,” he whispers with a smirk.

  “Shut up, asshole.”

  “You’re soaking wet.”

  “It’s hot in here.”

  “No, I don’t think that’s why.” He smirks and sinks two fingers inside of me. I gasp and toss my head back. He sinks his fingers in deeper and deeper before pulling them back out, trailing his fingertips along the roof my pussy. “No, you’re dripping wet because you want me.”

  I look back at him and he licks his fingers clean. It’s dirty and god, it drives me wild.

  He tug my panties over my hips.

  “Only fair,” he says.

  I don’t reply. I don’t have time. He gets my panties off, pushes my legs wide, and starts to lick me top to bottom.

  It feels too good to think of something clever to say. His tongue takes me, top to bottom, then licks around my clit.

  I grab onto his hair tighter and press him against me. I moan, supporting myself with one hand as he licks me all around.

  The heat of the sauna, the pleasure of his tongue, it drives me wild. I feel dizzy, lightheaded. He sucks and licks me and it drives me absolutely wild with delight and pleasure. I’m moaning like I’ve never moaned before. I’m normally reserved, a little quiet, but this…

  This is like a whole new side of me.

  And of course, it takes a football player to bring it out of me. God, I hate that I’m breaking my rule, but I love how good it feels to be bad.

  He doesn’t stop. His tongue is like heaven lapping around my clit, teasing me in all different directions. He expertly sucks and slides his fingers inside of my pussy, not stopping his tongue, his lips. He’s incredible and I’ve never had a man able to lick me like this before.

  My body tenses as pleasure floods over me. I moan and grip his hair tighter and he doesn’t stop. I swear I think I’m about to come as he keeps licking me, going faster, not slowing at all. And god, it’s like heaven, like light and earth and everything good rushing all around me.

  My back arches. “Oh, fuck, River,” I gasp. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

  “Go ahead,” he growls. “Let me taste it.”

  I gasp louder, moan his name. And I come.

  I can’t believe it.

  But I don’t have time to think.

  I come hard, the pleasure washing over me, my body twitching and spasming and rolling as every muscle tenses and contracts all at once. I’m grinning, my eyes rolled back, the world going black and dizzy all around me.

  I can’t help it. I come so hard I think I black out. When I finally find myself breathing in deep gasps, he’s leaning back on his knees and watching me, a little smirk on his lips.

  “Good girl,” he says. “I thought you didn’t like football players.”

  “I don’t.”

  He chuckles and stands. I bite my lip as he strokes his cock, now nice and hard. He sits next to me.

  “Come here,” he says.

  I shift over toward him and swing a leg over. I straddle him and feel his hand grip my ass nice and tight. My heart’s racing and I’m still dizzy from my orgasm… but my god, that cock, so enormous and rock hard… and that body, those eyes, that skin…

  He kisses me and slowly I lower myself down.

  I don’t know what I’m thinking. I must be losing my mind, honestly. Or maybe I don’t have a mind at all.

  But I lower myself down and slowly let him slide deep inside of me.

  I gasp and grab onto his shoulders. I dig my fingernails into his skin. He grunts and growls, pulling me against him. He kisses me fast and savage as I slowly lower down along his huge shaft.

  He tears me apart. He’s so big, so enormous. He rips me wide open and fills me to the brim and as I finally reach the bottom of him, I swear he’s filling every single inch of my tight pussy.

  I gasp and bite his lip. He bites mine back, pushes me away. I lean back, hands on his knees, mouth open. He kisses my chest, teases my breasts, then grabs my hips.

  I lean forward again and I let him lift me up. And slowly I do it again, down along that enormous shaft.

  He fills me up all over again and I moan into his ear.

  “Fuck, girl,” he whispers. “You’re so goddamn tight. You feel like heaven. You’re dripping wet down my cock and I need to fuck you deep and rough. You hear me, girl? I need to fuck you nice and deep and good, make you come again, fill you up.”

  “Yes,” I moan, starting to ride up and down now. I’m past the pain point, past the point of anything but pleasure. “Please.”

  I ride him as he grips my ass and moves me up and down. I start to work my hips and he growls his pleasure, biting my lip, teasing my breasts. His hands are all over my body, my hips and ass and breasts and thighs.

  He spanks me nice and hard and I gasp. He smirks and pulls my hair.

  “I’m just being nice right now,” he whispers. “You want to know what it’s like to fuck me, girl?”

  “I don’t think you’ll show me,” I say, goading him into it. “I’m the coach’s daughter. I’m supposed to be off limits.”

  That just makes him growl and he spanks my ass again. “You’re not so off limits right now.”

  “You think so?”

  “I’m cock deep in your tight little cunt, girl. I think I have every inch of you right now.”

  “Shit,” I gasp as he slaps my ass again and thrusts inside of me. He grabs my hips and fucks me. I lean up and let him take my pussy, plunging himself in and out. He kisses me and I kiss him back hungrily, pleasure rolling through me in wave after wave as he fucks me faster.

  He growls and pulls back suddenly, pulling me off him. He stands, pushing me down onto the sauna bench. He gets me kneeling up on it, elbows on the row above. He spreads my legs wide, ass up in the air, and slaps it hard.

  I gasp as he grabs my hair.

  “You want me to give you a taste?” he whispers in my ear. “You want me to sink so deep you never forget me?”

  “Show me what you can do,” I moan back. I can’t believe I’m talking like this.

  He grabs my hips and sinks himself between my legs. He fucks me from behind, slapping my ass, grabbing my hair, and god, it’s like heaven.

  I know I’m going insane. Fucking River like this is wild, stupid, reckless. But as he strokes deeper and deeper, I just don’t care about anything else.

  He spanks me and growls in my ear, taking me rough, taking me completely. He fucks me deeper and rubs my clit with one hand and teases my breasts with the other. He grabs my hair, tightens his grip, and tells me that he owns every inch of me.

  “Every fucking inch,” he growls. “Every wet little inch. Every orgasm. It’s all mine.”

  “Yes,” I moan. “Keep going.”

  I didn’t expect it, but I can feel it again. Building. Deep between my legs, deep in my core.

  He strokes faster, savage, intense. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. He slaps my ass and he takes me, massive cock fucking me deep, pushing my limits. He’s ripped, intense, unyielding. He takes me without mercy.

  And it’s like heaven.

  This is why I stayed away for so long.

  I was afraid of this… afraid of loving it too much.

  He fucks me mercilessly, grabbing my hips, slapping my ass… and when he rubs my clit again, I can’t stop it.

  I shiver and moan. I come again, I come on his big cock.

  But he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow.

  He fucks me faster and deeper, growling like an animal.

  I can feel him come. I feel him fill me up, coming deep inside m
y pussy. But I’m too deep in my own orgasm to care about anything else.

  He fucks me through it, both of us coming hard, the world going black and dizzy again. This time, we finish together, and we end up sprawled on the bench, panting hard, the hot, heavy air rolling down along our sweating, naked bodies.

  I lean my head against his chest.

  “Professional,” he says.

  I can’t help but laugh.

  After a few minutes, I get dressed. I pull on my panties and put on my bra. They’re more for show than anything else. Finally, I wrap my towel around my body again.

  He watches silently, still naked, cock half soft between his legs, still massive. Still amazing.

  I can barely look at him, he’s so attractive.

  “I should go,” I say.

  “Fuck and run, huh? Let me at least get you dinner.”

  “I can’t. Maybe another time.”

  He’s quiet for a second. “You don’t have to go,” he says gently.

  “I really should. I have work tomorrow.”

  “Right.” He smiles and I finally look back at him. It’s almost a sad smile, which I don’t understand. I figured he’d be happy that I’m leaving on my own. A guy like him doesn’t want his conquest sticking around. “Well. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

  “Yeah. Right. Tomorrow.”

  I hesitate. He smiles sadly at me. I almost ask him if he wants me to stay.

  But instead I just turn and leave.

  Better to run while I can.

  Part of me knows that if I stay any longer, I’m not going to be able to get out of there in one piece.

  As I walk away from the sauna, from that intensely hot room and out into the comparatively cold and dry locker room air, I can’t help but think about the buzzing, throbbing between my legs.

  And the way it felt when he came inside of me.

  Oh, god. That was so stupid, so reckless.

  But that sad smile he gave me…

  I shake my head. No, don’t think too much about it.

  I throw on my clothes and hurry away from the facility. The further away I get, the easier it is to forget about that smile he gave me, the easier it is to decide that I’m not going anywhere near River ever again, it doesn’t matter how good it felt.