Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance (15 page)

“I need your help,” she said, still looking into my eyes.

I frowned. “What?”

“You haven’t even heard it yet. Don’t be such a party poop.”

“Fine. Who are they?”

“I don’t know exactly, but they’re uber-rich. Like richer than Steven type of rich.” I nodded. “Please don’t mention Broad City, the Dress, the Slap or anything else that would make us seem mundane, okay?”

“What? Why?”

“I told them we were heiresses worth twice their fortune.”

“Maryanne!”

“That’s not my name. I told them they had to guess my last name while I came to get you. When we get back, they’ll spit out some name, and I’ll claim it. Boom shakka boom, we’re in a bedroom with them.”

“Boom shakka boom? What the hell is that? I don’t know…”

“Have you been drinking?” she asked, interrupting me.

“Yeah, why…”

“No reason. Let’s go.”

She turned and led me out of the bar and back into the living room. A few people gave me a look as we passed, but I just smiled back. All these people were another reason I didn’t want to be with Steven Cary the rest of my life, even if he was a billionaire and sexy as hell. When we reached the far corner of the giant room, we stopped in front of two well-dressed men not quite twice my age.

“Hello, ladies. Welcome back,” one with a neatly trimmed goatee said with a smile full of perfect teeth. “I’m Rick and this is Brock, my brother.”

He pointed to the man standing coldly next to him. I swore he was literally looking down his nose at me. Maybe it was the dress and stockings combination? I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was make Maryanne happy before I left her life and traveled across the country. Rick stared up at down my body, as if I was nothing more than a piece of cattle.

“Have you figured out our names?” Maryanne asked.

Rick smiled. “Are you the long lost Roffenhausen twins?”

“We are!” Maryanne exclaimed excitedly. “I’m …”

“Let me guess,” Rick interrupted. “You’re Becky and she’s Roxanne.”

“I’m not the Abbi,” I mumbled.

“You’re right,” Maryanne said. “Shall we retire upstairs for some fun now?”

Brock nodded his head a little too excitedly as Rick said, “Let’s go, ladies.”

I put my arm through his and we walked toward a staircase across the room.

At the top of the stairs, Rick led us down a hall to another impressive set of double doors. I glanced over at Maryanne, who had a huge smile on her face, as he opened them. On the other side, he turned to us.

“We’ll see you ladies in a bit, and we can pair up.”

Maryanne dragged me into a side room. The walls were lined with lockers.

“What the fuck is this?” I asked. Then it dawned on me. “This is one of your weird ass parties!”

“It’s an orgy, dummy. Let’s get undressed.”

“I wouldn’t have come if you told me it was this type of party,” I said.

“Exactly. And you need to come, so I didn’t tell you. Aren’t you glad you’re not downstairs getting high and watching Broad City reruns?”

“I don’t know.”

“Whatever. Get undressed.”

My buzz faded as I undressed in front of Maryanne. I’d seen her naked body before, and she’d seen mine at one time or another. Neither of us leaned that direction sexually, but we were ashamed with our bodies at all. After we were out of our clothes, she turned to me with a serious look on her face.
Fuck,
I thought.
How can she make it worse?

“I want Rick, okay?”

“What? No. Brock seemed really weird and gross.”

“I called dibs.”

“You can’t call dibs at an orgy,” I protested.

“You can’t, huh?” She put her hand on her hip. “How many orgies you been to before?”

“None.”

“Exactly. You’re going away, so I thought we should have a memorable memory together. I don’t mean together in the same room with the same guy, but you know.”

“Yeah, I know.”

We walked back into the hallway. Rick and Brock stood casually waiting for us. I couldn’t help but look at their dicks. Apparently, Rick had gotten all the dick genes. His was the biggest I’d ever seen, and it wasn’t even hard. On the other hand, Brock had a micro-penis. After much research online, I’d come to the conclusion they were cool but not for me.

“Ready, ladies?” Rick asked, staring into my eyes.

“You’re with me, Rick,” Maryanne said.

He didn’t even glance over at her. “No, dear. I choose the lovely Roxanne.”

“Nikki?” a familiar voice asked from further down the hall.

I turned to look and saw Steven Cary, naked as the day he was born. His cock was flaccid, hanging between his legs. He walked over, instantly looking Rick and Brock into the eyes to size them up.

“Hey, Steven,” I said. “I didn’t know you came to parties like this.”

“It’s my first one,” he said. “I didn’t know you went to them.”

“It’s my first too,” I said.

“Excuse me,” Rick said. “I don’t have all night. I’d like to leave with Roxanne now.”

He stretched out his arm toward me. I glanced at Steven.

“She’s with me, big guy,” he said, obviously referencing that major cock.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve already asked her. You know the rules. Either we both enjoy time with her or neither of us enjoys time with her.”

“Hey, wait, don’t I have a choice in this?” I asked.

“Of course, dear,” Rick said with his hands on his hips, that massive cock hanging down. “Who shall it be?”

Emotions and hormones raced through my body as an anxiety attack loomed on the horizon for me. I threw all caution to the wind and blurted out, “I want you both.”

The two men looked at me then at each other.
Maybe they’ll both decline,
I thought to myself with a self-satisfied smile on my face. Unfortunately, neither of them backed down.

“I want Winchester rules,” Steven said.

“What the fuck is Winchester rules?” I hissed into Maryanne’s ear.

“And you’re the one that gets the best of the best tonight?” She shook her head from side to side then whispered into my ear, “Neither of the guys touch either. Both stay at one end of you.”

I nodded, fascinated at the orgy culture and etiquette. It was different than I’d imagined – not that I’d thought about orgies before.

“Let’s go, gentleman,” I said, bending my arms.

Steven stood on my right. Rick was on the other side. They led me into the main room, which was full of people lounging around, talking, drinking, doing coke, and more. The only difference from downstairs was that they were all naked. Doors lined the walls. Some of them were opened, and I noticed bedrooms. We walked into one. I closed the door behind us and locked it.

Rick clapped his hands together once and said, “Well, shall we begin?”

“Hold on,” I said. “I don’t know a lot about orgies, but I don’t want to rush into this just because we’re naked. How about a drink first?”

“I don’t drink,” Rick said, “But I have a pipe and some weed.”

“Great,” I said, perking up a little.

“You want a glass of wine too, Nikki?”

“It’s Roxanne tonight, Steven, but yeah, a glass please.”

He walked over to the bar on one wall of the bedroom and opened a bottle of red wine. Rick reached for his pockets, which were missing along with his pants.

“Actually, I left it back in the dressing room. I can go get it if you want.” He looked from Steven then back to me, suddenly not as cocky as he had been. “Will you wait?”

“Sure. I mean, I still might change my mind, but I’m not a tease.”

Rick rushed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Steven walked up and offered me a wine glass. I took it and swallowed some of the red magic juice. My nerves were shot. I couldn’t believe I’d been able to make it this far without freaking out.

“I was surprised to see you here tonight,” Steven said, taking a drink himself.

“Yeah, me too. I mean you surprised me too.”

“Well, when you said you were moving away, I thought about it. All I could figure is you thought I was too uptight. I figured you might be here before you leave for California.”

“Wow, Sherlock, nice cock.” I smiled.

“I’m being serious, Nikki…”

“Roxanne,” I said, cutting him off.

“Roxanne. I think I might just leave.”

“No, please,” I begged, a little too enthusiastic.

“Okay, I’ll stay. After last night, I was afraid I’d never be able to get close to you again.”

“Yeah?”

My heart melted a little, but I fortified it as Rick returned to the room with a blown glass weed pipe and a small baggie of what smelled like Sour Diesel.

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked with a smile.

“Indeed, it is, dear Roxanne. Sour Diesel. The best weed money can buy right now. It’s out of California.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, watching as he filled the bowl.

“Here you go.”

I gave my wine glass to Steven, who held it for me as I took a deep hit. Instantly, my mind floated away and I relaxed. Sometimes pot made me feel paranoid, but it was usually when I smoked cheap weed. The high quality stuff took me to another world, one where I could handle an orgy between two men with huge cocks.

“I’ll take a hit,” Steven said, surprising me.

He handed the wine glasses to me. I took a last drink then set them on the bar counter. As I walked back, he exhaled, a puff of smoke filling the air. Rick took a hit of his own. After just a few tokes each, we were all baked beyond belief. The fact we were all naked struck me. Instead of freaking out, the thought made me a little wet between the legs.

Before either man could say another word, I went over to the bed, which was big enough to hold five or six people. In the middle, I got on my hands and knees.
Are the men going to take charge? What’s this going to be like? How the hell did Steven end up here? Can I handle both men?
Questions flooded my mind as I waited anxiously. Rick sat on the bed in front of me with his legs spread.

At the same time, Steven’s hands gripped my ass cheeks, massaging them. A moment later, he was on his back with his head between my legs. I moaned as he started to tease my delicate and tender flesh. While he got me wet and bothered, I turned my attention to Rick’s massive dick. The sides of the shaft were smooth. He wasn’t circumcised, which was new for me.

I reached out and grasped it at the base. My fingers were tiny in comparison. He groaned as I lifted it as best I could. Meanwhile, Steven’s tongue touched me. I pressed my pussy against his face. Pleasure built up between my legs as I lowered my head closer to Rick’s monster cock. The foreskin covered the shiny head. I pulled it back with my hand. The tip slipped passed my pursed lips.

The cock pushed further into my mouth. I couldn’t help but compare it to Steven’s, which was smaller and more manageable – not to mention circumcised. I preferred his. Rick hardened in my mouth as I worked him over with my lips and tongue. It was almost like a sixty-nine because Steven was going down on me, but it was different because it wasn’t his dick.

“Fuck me,” I gasped after pulling back my head for a moment.

Steven kissed my clitoris one last time then slid out from under me. A moment later, he put one of his hands on my ass cheek to steady himself. His thick, mushroom head found the entrance to my tight, wet hole. He pushed his cock inside me with one quick thrust. “Ugh,” I grunted, pleasure building up. While he fucked me from behind, I concentrated on Rick.

Maybe it was the weed, or a man I cared about a lot was inside my body, but time slowed and I slipped away to another world. In the realm I found myself in, all my individual cells were alive. Skin to skin, the three of us danced with ancient movements performed trillions of times by an even larger number of people. All I wanted was for the ecstasy coursing through my body to continue.

“Can we switch, dear?” Rick asked, pushing back my bangs with his hand.

“Huh?” I stopped sucking him and looked up while I continued to stroke his beast with my tiny hand.

“Can we switch, dear? I want to take you from behind. You’re good, but I don’t think your mouth is going to do, if you know what I mean.”

I wasn’t even offended. The idea of pleasuring Steven with my mouth was a welcome one to me. He scooted back then got up. Steven, who had been quiet, suddenly appeared in front of me. I bent my head up to look at him as he sat down on his ass in front of me. The faraway look in his eyes scared me a little, but he spread his legs. His cock was slick with my juices.

“There we go,” Rick muttered behind me.

He pushed just the tip of his one-eyed man-snake into me. My pussy stretched to take it. Slowly, gently, he thrust in a little more. Inch by delicious inch, he filled my hole completely. Before he was all the way in, I grasped Steven’s cock in my hand and stroked it up and down a few times. He stroked my hair gently as I moved my face closer to it. I moaned loudly as Rick continued to slip into me.