Big Baller: Bad Boy Sports Romance Page 11

  Is she hitting on me? The feeling felt familiar.

  On the way back to Heidi, I thought about her, fucking her long and hard all night long. Slot machines were fun for the first hundred or so dollars, but making love in a luxury suite was my idea of fun.

  Heidi had to see it the same way. I wondered if she had a gambling problem as I approached her. She had her eyes glued to the screen in front of her, oblivious to the rest of the world.

  I realized how little I actually knew about her. Was I making a mistake falling for her so hard and fast? She wasn’t after my money, but more importantly, would she try to break my heart?

  Many women had tried over the years, but none had succeeded. I had opened up to Heidi more than I did with anyone else I’d ever met, male or female. We were friends and lovers.

  I needed to be inside her. The desire hit me like a tsunami.

  “Hey,” I said, stopping next to the Beiber Fever machine where she sat.

  “Hey.”

  She stared at the flashing lights.

  “You ready to go upstairs a bit? I’m getting hungry.”

  “Go ahead. I’m going to stay here a bit.”

  “I thought we came here to spend some time together.”

  “Well, sit down then. You can play with me.”

  “I don’t feel like wasting money on slot machines right now.”

  “Well, I do.” She glanced up at me. “Are you going to throw a tantrum if you can’t control me?”

  “I don’t know why the hell you keep saying that, but I’m not trying to control you.”

  “Don’t make a scene,” she hissed.

  “You’re the one making a scene. Can’t you take a break?”

  “Maybe I need a break from you.”

  My eyes widened.

  “Is that so?”

  “Maybe.”

  She turned her attention back to the virtual Beiber.

  “Wow. Okay, then. See you around, maybe.”

  “Bye.”

  I shook my head and left, walking toward the elevators. Did she even remember what room number we were in? More importantly, why did I care?

  Her stubbornness and independence had clashed with my dominant personality more than once, but this was different. I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

  As I rode upward toward the luxury room that had cost over a grand to secure, I thought more about not knowing all or even any of her secrets. Had growing up without parents made her crazy?

  That would be my luck, I thought as the elevator doors slid open. Inside the suite of rooms, I walked over to the phone and ordered a large pizza with everything.

  Pizza was my comfort food because it was so unhealthy. I flipped on the television and sat down on the bed to wait for the deluxe pie with all the toppings.

  An anchor on ESPN began talking about the upcoming season. He mentioned my name. Was it a sign? The things he said about me were not good or bad, somewhere in between the two.

  NINETEEN

  Heidi

  I knocked on the room door.

  “That was fast,” Tony said as he opened it. “Oh, it’s you.”

  “Wow. You know how to make a woman feel good.”

  “I ordered a pizza, and I thought you were them. Didn’t you leave?”

  “You’re right,” I said. “And I’m sorry for being a bitch sometimes.”

  “Get in here.”

  He took my arm and pulled me into the room. The door slid shut behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

  “A pizza and sports, huh?”

  “Forget the pizza.”

  I watched as he walked across the room and picked up the remote for the television off the bed. He turned it off as I took a deep breath.

  The sun had gone down outside a few hours earlier. In a casino, time always passed so fast. We stepped toward each other, embracing again.

  His hands were all over my body, which I loved. A simple touch made me want more. Our clothes came off piece by piece, slowly and orderly.

  Once naked, our bodies returned to each other. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth, but it wasn’t enough. He moaned as I grabbed his cock.

  I stroked, making it grow as we kissed. Standing against his rock hard body, feeling his perfect ass, my nipples hardened. Fuck, he’s so good.

  He groaned in that way he had that told me he was under my control, that he wanted even more. We moved to the bed and laid down.

  Side by side, we kissed, teased, touched and taught each other what really mattered when it came to foreplay. I’d never experienced anything like it.

  Before I moved, he understood. We were connected on some primal level words would never serve to comprehend. He was in my head, and I loved it.

  I changed my orientation, head at his cock, my pussy near his face. He put his hand on my wet lips, rubbing in just the right way.

  As he fiddled me with his fingers, getting me even wetter, I leaned forward. Propped up on my elbow, I licked the length of his cock.

  The smooth shaft went on forever. He managed to get his head near my pussy with both of us on our sides. I sucked his hardness into my mouth.

  He slid his flat tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top, reaching all the good spots. Unable to get comfortable, I rolled him over on his back.

  Straddling his body, I grasped his cock with one hand and went to work making love to it with my mouth. His wet tongue found my pussy.

  I moaned as I sucked. He groaned as we worked up to another fuck. Why does this man make me so wet? He’s a hunk, sure, but…

  My thoughts flittered back to the task at hand, taking as much of him into my mouth as possible, swirling my tongue around that marvelous mushroom head.

  He grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed as he buried his face between my pegs. I clenched my thighs, rubbing myself against him. So rough and tender.

  The pleasure he gave me I returned through his penis, a cycle ramping up to unimaginable levels. I pulled my head off his cock and took a deep breath.

  He slipped two fingers into my tight pussy and moved them around, opening me up. I ground my hips against his digits, fucking those fingers until his cock was inside me.

  It stood tall and proud in front of me – and so fucking hard. His whole damn body was perfect, but his cock was something else entirely. I licked around the tip, causing it to twitch.

  Did he want me to take him all the way? He gave me an answer without me asking anything out loud. I squealed in delight as he pushed me off his body then got to his knees.

  “Kneel down,” he said, slipping a condom over his massive, throbbing cock.

  I obeyed. He was all I wanted in the world. In that moment, only his dick slipping inside me would satisfy. As I waited, I slipped a hand between my legs and rubbed my clitoris.

  He pushed in with no fanfare, scoring a touchdown with the first thrust. I cried out as he pushed me forward, my breasts pressing into the mattress.

  When he pulled out and repeated the process, grabbing my ass, my breathing continued to quicken. Everything else faded away as he fucked me.

  Our bodies rocked the bed and the rest of the world. Nothing else mattered.

  He’s so hard. This is it. I’m going to…

  Both of us froze as someone knocked on the door.

  “Shit, the pizza,” he said, breathing heavy.

  “Leave it outside, buddy,” he called out.

  “Mr. Cassano? You said on the phone I could get an autograph.”

  “Not now,” Tony screamed. “I’ll come find you.”

  “You don’t have to be so mean,” I said, his cock still buried all the way inside me.

  “Do you really want me to take this out and stop what we’re doing?”

  He thrust his hips up, our skin sliding against each other so smoothly.

  “No,” I begged, then yelled, “He’ll come find you.”

  A fit of giggles fell over me as our bodies began moving agai
n. In and out. Up and down. Forward and backward. This and that. His cock penetrated me completely – mind, body and soul.

  Would it grow old? The lust between us would never be enough. I needed more from him, and he would need more from me. Did I have what it would take to keep us both happy?

  The questions and doubts fled as pleasure crept up and down my body, causing tingles of the most pleasurable variety. He flipped me over and stared into my eyes.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he whispered between labored breaths as he slid it back in.

  His words made me even wetter if that was even possible. I’d never experienced sexual energy so intense. I was unable to resist giving him my heart, mind and pussy – the whole package.

  “Heidi,” he hissed.

  “Yes, baby.”

  “I’m so fucking close.”

  “Come with me,” I begged.

  Our orgasms arrived at the exact same time. His throbbing cock sent me over the edge. My pussy tightened around him as he slid in and out a few more times.

  Pleasure spread from my brain to the cosmos and returned in under a second. Time and matter both made no sense in that particular moment. I stared into his eyes.

  He did not look away, causing my feelings of closeness and completeness to grow, spread through my body and mind. I would do anything for him. Anything.

  “Fuck,” he said, pulling out.

  After he collapsed on the bed next to me, I curled up against his body, feeling safe, secure and satiated, at least for the moment. That was all that mattered – the present, the right now.

  “It keeps getting better,” he said, chest rising and falling slower as he calmed down.

  “Right? I was going to say the same thing.”

  I ran my fingers over those impossibly sculpted abs.

  “How did I get so lucky?”

  “You mean winning the lottery?”

  “No, silly. You. I’m talking about you.”

  Our gazes met once again. His hazel eyes went on forever, so endlessly deep.

  “I need to keep you around,” he teased.

  “You better. We’re a good match.”

  “Even with all the fighting?”

  “As long as the sex afterward is half-as-good as this, I’ll be fine.”

  He leaned over and kissed me. We had dinner downstairs after cleaning up. The night went better than any other date I’d been on in my life.

  Before falling asleep, he brought me to another orgasm with just his mouth. I did the same for him, wanting to feel his cock exploding.

  The sensation was other-worldly in a good way. By the time we fell asleep next to each other on the bed, I wondered if I would be spending the rest of my life with him.

  It was a definite possibility.

  TWENTY

  Heidi

  One Week Later

  My life changed in a big way once again when I moved into my new house. It cost two-hundred-thousand dollars, but I wouldn’t have problems making the payments.

  I stood in the kitchen with Jessica, getting ready for the house-warming party I’d planned. While I didn’t have many close friends, I’d invited Tony and his sister.

  They were on their way over, which gave me some time to talk with Jessica. I hadn’t seen her in over a week, which was odd for us. She still worked at the club.

  “You don’t hate me, do you?” I asked while leaning against the kitchen counter.

  “No, dear. Why would I?”

  “Um, because I won a lot of money.” I waved my arm through the air. “And all of this.”

  “I’m happy for you,” she said sincerely. “Ugly Stan is just getting worse.”

  “You need to stop doing things for him.”

  “That’s why it’s getting worse. I told him no more sexual favors, and he’s been making my life a living hell.”

  “Maybe I can hire you for something.”

  “Don’t kid like that.”

  “I’m not kidding. We can come up with something. I can’t give you all my money, but I don’t see why I can’t help you out. No offense, but you’re getting too old to dance.”

  She stared at me, her face half-way between sadness and joy. I heard a knock at the door.

  “That must be them.”

  “I should go,” she said. “Tony doesn’t like me.”

  “Nonsense. You can’t go off your first meeting with him.” I walked toward the front door. “Come on.”

  When I opened the door, I saw Tony standing with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. His sister stood next to him, smiling. He held them out toward me.

  “Thank you,” I said, taking them.

  “It was Jamie’s idea,” he said sheepishly.

  I smelled them.

  “They’re still great. Come on in.”

  After I backed up, they walked in. Jessica stared at us from the doorway to the dining room.

  “This is my friend Jessica,” I said, pointing to her. “Jessica, this is Jamie, Tony’s sister.”

  “Nice to meet you,” Jessica said as she walked forward.

  “You too,” Jamie said, looking around. “Nice house.”

  “I love it,” I said, glowing.

  Tony stepped over and put his arm around my waist.

  “Anyone else coming?” he asked.

  “Nope. Only you guys. Dinner is almost ready.”

  “I’ll help you with that,” Jamie said.

  “And I’ll set the table,” Jessica said.

  “That leaves the living room and ESPN for me,” Tony said with a smile.

  “You can help Jessica, can’t you?”

  He glanced over at her. I hoped they got along better.

  “Sure,” he said. “Let’s go, Jessica.”

  Jamie followed me into the kitchen where I checked on the roast chicken in the oven while she put the flowers into an empty vase on my counter.

  “I love this house,” she said, arranging them.

  “Well, with the lottery money, I wanted to get something I can live in for a while, you know? Did Tony tell you I won?”

  “Yeah, he tells me pretty much everything still. We’re really close.”

  “Oh yeah?” I closed the oven door and stood up. “You’re going to have to tell me all his secrets.”

  She grinned.

  “I’m not even sure I know all them.” She grinned. “Can I help with anything?”

  “No, it needs another ten minutes or so. Oh, I know. You can help me pick a bottle of wine. There’s a pantry just for wine over here.”

  “Wow. I think I like your house better than Tony’s. Maybe we can convince him to give me his when he moves in with you.”

  I froze. Why would she bring that up?

  “That’s not really something we’ve talked about yet.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

  “You’re fine,” I said. “Let’s get that wine.”

  I walked across the kitchen and opened the door to the walk-in pantry.

  “Has Tony said anything about me?” I asked as we gazed at the hundred bottles I’d purchased.

  She turned to me and smiled.

  “Nothing bad. I promise.”

  “Good. We’re getting serious.”

  “I’m surprised he didn’t ask you to live with him.”

  “Even if he had, I wanted my own house because I’ve been in a dump so long.”

  “I hear you.”

  “How about this one?”

  I pulled out a bottle of red.

  “Good choice,” she said. “To be honest, I don’t know much about wine.”

  “Me either,” I said with a laugh.

  “Where’d you go?” Tony called out from the kitchen.

  Jamie and I walked out. Tony stood next to Jessica.

  “The food smells great,” he said.

  “It’s about ready. We’ve got some wine.”

  “One glass won’t hurt you,” Jamie said as she walked over to him.

  “Y
eah, I guess not.”

  “Sounds like you have to watch your weight as much as a dancer,” Jessica blurted out.

  Everyone laughed and moved to the dining room as I got the food out of the oven. My aunt had taught me to cook a few basic meals. “Enough to attract a man,” she’d always said with a wink.

  My most vivid memories of her were good. After she died too, I’d almost fallen apart. Broke and alone in the world, I’d started dancing. And that had led to Tony, the love of my life.

  I emerged from the kitchen with the chicken on a white platter. After setting it down in middle of the round table with just enough room for four people, I took a seat next to Tony.

  As the meal progressed, Tony quickly found himself outnumbered by women. He finished his meal first, pushing the plate away and leaning back in the fancy, padded chair I’d bought.

  “You’re doing dishes, right?” I teased.

  “He better,” Jamie added.

  “I’m going to take the dishes into the kitchen before you women team up on me anymore,” he said, standing up.

  I glanced up and smiled at him. Our eyes met, made contact, told each of us everything we needed to know about the other. As he gathered plates, I turned to Jamie.

  “Has he always been such a gentleman?”

  “Not at all. I think he likes you,” she quipped without pause.

  He did not correct her, which made my smile deepen.

  “We should retire to the living room,” I said. “And finish this second bottle of wine.”

  “Just the second?” Jessica asked.

  All of us laughed as we stood. I stopped next to Tony, dishes stacked in one of his hands, his bulky arm holding it all. I pressed my body against him.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what? I’m not doing the dishes.”

  “Thanks for being you.”

  I kissed him.

  “Get a room, you two,” Jamie called out.

  Her and Jessica left for the living room.

  “Don’t let her drink too much,” Tony said.

  “She’ll be fine.”

  “I know her better than you.”

  “Okay.”

  I kissed him again then turned to follow the other women in to the living room.

  Minutes passed quickly as we talked. Jamie passed up my offer for another glass of wine. Did alcoholism run in their family? I’d never seen Tony drink to excess if at all.