Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (13 page)

At twenty-one years old, he was twice my age. We’d grown close after his wife cheated on him and he left her. His children loved me, but I couldn’t see myself spending the rest of my life with the man. Like Harrison Ford and Sean Connery, age had been kind to him. He took care of his body. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw he’d be home in a few minutes.

With a final deep breath to calm myself, I stood and picked up the dress to change. He would be surprised when he saw me wearing it, but that would hopefully distract him a little as I broke the news. Over the last two weeks, we’d spent quite a bit of time talking together after he got home. I thought the world of him, but if I was honest with myself, I wanted to fly free and find my true soul mate.

College definitely wasn’t for me. If I believed in spirit animals, mine would be a cheetah or some other female cat. Steven had paid me really well for two years, and I had enough saved up in the bank to take a trip across the country to California. Maine was okay, but I wanted to lounge in the sun and feel some of the excitement of the West Coast before I got too old to truly enjoy myself.

I walked to one of the downstairs bathrooms to change into the dress. Steven’s house was huge, but that wasn’t enough for me to want to stay with him for the next twenty years. After I stripped out of my jeans and shirt, I stared at myself in the mirror.
My breasts are not my best feature,
I thought to myself as I touched them. I took off my bra next.

The dress was easy to slip into. I was certain he’d like it. Even if he didn’t, it would throw him off balance so I could bring up the fact I was going away. I adjusted my breasts by moving the straps around a bit. When I was finally happy with how the dress looked, I looked at my hair. The curls were still in and would have to do. He was going to be home at any minute.

“Nikki?”

When I opened the door to the bathroom, he turned to look at me.

“Wow. You look nice. Going out?”

“No, but tonight is a special night.”

“Yeah? Why do you say that? Everything okay?”

“Yes and no.” I placed my hand on his arm, feeling the high quality cotton of his suit jacket. “Do you mind if we have a drink of wine?”

A week ago, we’d shared a nice bottle of red. He’d told me it cost him three hundred dollars. It had been worth every penny, definitely the best wine I’d ever tasted before in my life. His eyes looked into mine, as if he was trying to figure out what was going through my mind.

“I don’t know…” he said.

“I’m going to quit tonight,” I interrupted. “I could really use a drink. I’m of legal age and I’m not employed by you anymore, so…” My voice trailed off.

He broke eye contact. “Sure. We can have a drink. You’re becoming quite the attorney.”

“I’ve been hanging around you long enough for some of it to rub off on me,” I said.

“Let’s go downstairs to the rec room.”

The bar he had downstairs was incredible. Both George and Anne had their own play area in the basement, but the one Steven had built for adults was incredible. He worked hard, and he loved to play and relax even harder. As we walked down the spiral staircase, I couldn’t help checking out his ass. The tail of his jacket hid it a little, but I caught tiny glimpses that excited me.

At the bottom of the stairs, he opened a door. I followed him down a hallway to the spacious retreat he’d designed for himself. I felt a little silly wearing the dress and no shoes, but he didn’t seem to care. He was quieter than usual. I figured it probably had something to do with the fact I told him I was going to quit. Instead of responding right away, he weighed everything in his mind first.

In some ways that was good for him. As for me, it drove me crazy. I wanted to know what other people were thinking. Communication was key to any good relationship. He could communicate well, but he was slower than most. When he reached the massive bar with every type of alcohol imaginable, he retrieved a bottle of wine and two glasses for us.

“So, is that what the dress is all about?” he asked as I walked over.

“I guess. My plan was to knock you off balance then hit you with it so I could gauge your reaction.”

“Damn, young woman, you have been paying attention to me blathering on about being a lawyer.”

He winked at me, which made my heart melt. “Very funny. Is this another three hundred dollar bottle?”

“Good at changing the subject too.” He smiled. “Actually, this one was thirteen hundred. It’s better than the one we had the other week.”

“Wait, don’t open it,” I said, putting my hand on his arm again.

The cork popped. “Too late.”

As he poured us each a glass, I watched his well-manicured hands. Everything about him was high quality and upper class. The fact that he’d given me a chance and had paid me quite a bit of money over a period of two years meant a lot to me. What meant even more was my physical attraction to his body. Very early on, I’d noticed we had very good chemistry together. He made me tingle with a look or touch.

“Here you go.” He handed me a half-full wine glass.

“That all I get?”

“Don’t gulp. Sip.”

He raised his glass to his lips. A look of pleasure washed over his face as he tasted the wine.
Can it really be that good?
I wondered to myself. Not wanting to wait, I took a tiny drink of my own. The flavor was complex and incredible. All of a sudden, he downed the rest of his glass in one gulp then immediately poured himself another.

“You like?” he asked.

“You drank that pretty fast.”

“Is it good?”

I nodded my head. “It has a complex taste…”

“It’s a twenty dollar bottle of wine.” He laughed.

“Steven!” I scolded then smiled. “You’re not funny. I’m here trying to be serious because I need to talk to you about something.”

“You’ve already told me, Nikki. It’s fine. I’ve known for a while you were going to quit eventually. You helped me so much after…” He paused a moment and took another drink. “After that bitch of a wife of mine left me.”

“That’s not it.” I drank the rest of my glass. When it was empty, I set it on the bar next to the bottle.

He refilled it. “I can give you a bonus if you’re needing money for college or something.”

“No, that’s not it at all. You’ve given me way too much already.”

“Bullshit. Without you, this house would have fallen apart quickly. Don’t put yourself down so quickly, Nikki.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Now what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I’m not ready to say yet.”

“That’s fine. At twenty dollars a bottle, we can knock a few of these bad boys back.”

“I don’t want to get too drunk if I’m going to be driving home.”

He pushed a full glass over to me. “You’re not running away right away, are you? I’ve come to enjoy our little discussions.”

And the flirting? Did you enjoy that too? Are you going to freak the fuck out if I come on to you?
Questions flew through my mind as I said, “No, that’s not it at all. I like you too.”

“Mind if we go sit on a couch?” he asked.

“Can we dance?”

His head tilted to the side as he examined my face. “Sure, I guess.”

I walked over to his expensive turntable. An amplifier that used vacuum tubes was connected to it. The sound was amazing no matter what played. Most of his vinyl was ancient, but I’d managed to find an album by The Smiths a few weeks earlier. Ian Curtis understood love. He could create a mood in a room with sounds like an illusionist. Love Will Tear Us Apart played through hidden speakers.

When I turned around, Steven had taken off his suit jacket and tossed it casually on a couch. His tie was loosened with the top bottom of his shirt undone.
Fucking hot,
I thought as I took a step toward him. He met me in the middle. My hands went to his broad, strong shoulders while his went to my waist. After a moment, they slid to my hips. Our eyes locked as the rest of the world faded away.

Maybe it was the wine, but I realized as we slowly danced that it was indeed over. I was no longer going to be Mr. Cary’s babysitter. As we moved back and forth, our bodies pressed against each other, none of that mattered. In that moment, the wine and my love for the older man took control of me. I leaned up and kissed him on the lips. They were so soft.

Immediately, he kissed me back. I expected him to thrust his tongue into my mouth forcefully like so many of the other guys I’d dated over the last few years of my life, but he didn’t. He surprised me as he gently teased my lips with his lips. I wanted more. His hands squeezed my hips as I cautiously slipped my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues made love. I moaned.

He pulled back and asked, “Is this the other thing?”

I nodded.

“Are you sure? I’m not complaining, but…”

Before he could say another word, I planted my lips on his again. The song changed to something faster, almost ruining the moment. I stepped back and laughed.

“Kinda a mood breaker, huh?”

“I could listen to death metal or Britney Spears for hours if you kept kissing me.”

I walked over to the turntable and lifted the arm. Once it was in its holder, I turned off the power. It slowly stopped spinning. Suddenly, his arms grabbed my waist from behind. His cock pressed against my ass cheeks as he bent down and kissed my neck lightly. I sighed, and his hands moved up to cup my breasts. As he massaged them, I ground my hips against him.

“We’ve both wanted this a while,” he whispered into my ear then nibbled at the lobe.

“Mmmhmm,” I moaned, not wanting him to stop.

He turned me around and pulled me close, kissing me on the lips once again. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. After spending so much time in his house, my dream of having him was finally coming true. And if I was lucky, I would be coming too. I pulled back and giggled. His face was full of wanton lust as he stared into my eyes.

“What’s funny?”

“I’m just happy.”

“I could make you happier.”

“Yeah?” I said in a teasing voice.

“Yeah. A lot better. Shall we go upstairs?”

I nodded. He took my hand in his and led me upstairs to the master bedroom. While he shut the door, I walked over to his four poster bed and undressed. The music and wine from downstairs would be missed a bit, but what I really wanted walked back across the room toward me. Steven took off his shirt completely, tossing it to the carpet. His muscled chest moved, hypnotizing me as I stood wearing only my panties.

When he stopped in front of me, he took me into his arms again, pulling me close. My naked breasts pressed against his rock hard chest. His powerful hands roamed over my body. They slipped over the outside of my panties, which were already moist. As he touched me there, I grabbed his cock through his pants. We kissed again. I unbuckled and undid his pants.

They slipped to the floor. I glanced down and saw his cock. It was massive, much larger than I’d ever imagined.
Am I going to be able to handle that beast?
I wondered as I grabbed it again, tracing the outline before slipping my hand past the waistband. I wrapped my thin, delicate fingers around it and tugged. He grunted, already excited.

This is happening,
I thought just before he took me by surprise and lifted me into the air. A moment later, he set me down on the bed. I scooted back as he kneeled on the mattress between my legs. He bent down, holding himself up with his powerful arms. I breathed deeply as he kissed my forehead before moving back to my lips. After a moment or two, he moved on once again.

When he licked one of my dark nipples with his flat, broad tongue, I moaned at the sensation. He teased my little nub. It got harder when he sucked it between his lips tightly. As he sucked the right one, his skilled fingers played with the left one. Then he switched. I didn’t know which was better. Just as I got accustomed to the sensation, he kissed lower. My stomach fluttered as his tongue traced a line to my belly button.

My breathing quickened as his chin brushed against my neatly trimmed bush. Once again, I expected him to dive right in like most of my previous boyfriends, but he totally passed my pussy. Instead, he kissed my inner right thigh lightly, then the other one. I spread my legs apart wide, giving him as much room as he needed to make love to me with his mouth. He looked up at me. I laid my head back and closed my eyes as his tongue traced the outline of my delicate, pink lips.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned. “More.”

He didn’t listen to me, continuing to tease me with his lips, his tongue, his chin, his cheeks and his fingers. Each part of him that touched me was more incredible than the last. I arched my back, trying to force him to get to work on the parts that really mattered. I reached down and ran my hands through his short cropped hair as his flat tongue licked the entire length of my slit.

“You got me so wet.”

“The best is yet to come,” he said then licked my pink lips again.

I lifted my head and looked down at him between my breasts, which were rising and falling quickly. He pulled back again for a moment and smiled up at me. After I laid back again, he went to work. Every time his tongue touched my pussy, a flash of pleasure rushed through my body, building up in intensity. My clitoris swelled as he licked and kissed me between the legs.