Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1) Page 3

  I tug the back of his shirt from his pants and pull it over his head not bothering with the buttons. He has his pants undone and shucks them off while I peel my dress down and off. He zeros in on my thong as I go to peel it off next. I peel the damp fabric down and he groans, biting his lip then looking back up at me.

  I smile and reach to push back the covers. He stands pulling off his socks then climbs under the sheets with me. His large frame hovers over me again and I am so ready. He reaches between my legs testing and teasing me with his fingers.

  “I want you so bad,” he groans. “Sweetheart, you’re so wet.”

  His mouth is so wet and warm against my neck, my collarbone, and my breasts. I forget where I am, who I am and who I am with. He is consuming me and I am not sure I know how or want to stop him.

  This is not going to work for me. It has been too long and I want him now. I push his hand away and grab for him, cradling his hips with my thighs then pulling him in.

  I cry out with the shock of his size and the discomfort from being so tight. I wasn’t expecting so much. I guess some stereo types aren’t as true as they seem. He groans in pleasure anchoring his hands in my hair and then goes to work.

  I gasp in surprise as he rolls his hips and bucks into me with long deep strokes. I look up into his eyes and they are so intense and focused on me. His mouth is slightly open and his breath is warm against my face as his short bursts of air burst from his parted lips.

  Those lips, they are so sexy. I lean up to lick his lower lip and then bite it. He growls and reaches one hand to grasp my waist and quickens his pace. He is so long and thick I can feel him bumping up against my cervix with each thrust.

  “Baby, you feel so good,” he groans, burying his face in my neck.

  The moment I feel his tongue glide up my neck trapping my sweat and hitting my spot I gasp and gush around him.

  “Yes,” he grunts as my sex squeezes him. He plows right through my orgasm.

  I have never and I mean never had a man serve my body like this. If I knew sex could be like this I would have never given it up. I lock my fingers in his silky hair and hold on for dear life. I am drowning in this man as he licks and sucks at my neck.

  “Oh God,” I gasp. “Baby please.”

  He lifts his head to look in my eyes before capturing my lips in the hottest kiss ever. I have to grab his rock hard back to keep from floating away. He feels amazing inside me.

  He breaks the kiss and shifts, lifting my legs over his broad shoulders. I cry out as his penetration deepens. Oh my God, this man is trying to get into my throat. I find purchase in his thick locks of hair only to tighten my hold when his mouth clasps around my breast.

  I’m so wet if he were a smaller man he would probably slip right out. His girth is so thick that he is anchored inside me as if he has just found his home. His powerful strokes rock my body. I swear I’m going to need a new mattress and headboard if he keeps pounding into me like this.

  “Oh my God, oh yes,” he groans, rolling his hips. I lift to meet his strokes using muscles I haven’t used in so long they are screaming back at me. I marvel at the mix of pleasure and pain.

  “That feels so good,” I moan.

  “You’re so wet and tight. Your pussy is so good,” he growls.

  “Your dick is amazing,” I moan out of shear sexual insanity, but it is the truth.

  “I need you to come for me again,” he says with that sexy drawl.

  All he had to do was ask. My drunken body answers on demand. His curse bellows through the air as he pumps his hot release into me, lulling me into a deep bliss. Yeah, he worked that.

  ~B~

  I wake to the buzzing sound of my phone. I turn my aching head and crack open my eyes to see it glowing in the pocket of my jeans that are on the floor. I run a hand through my hair and inhale. All I can smell is her. I reach for my phone and answer.

  “Dude, where are you?” Troy’s concerned voice comes through the phone. “We need to be at the airport in an hour.”

  “Shit,” I run a hand through my hair again and look to make sure I haven’t woken the beautiful woman beside me. “Can you do me a big favor, just throw all my crap in my bag and take it with you? I’ll meet you at the airport.”

  “Sure, man. I’ll see you there just make sure you get moving,” Troy chuckles.

  I hang up and turn to look at her again. She is sound asleep. I want to stay. I haven’t had enough of her. Last night was amazing. I take in her bare chocolate shoulder and want to wake her to show her how much I still want her.

  Then it hits me. We hadn’t used one condom, not a one. I must have come inside her at least a dozen times and I never even thought about a condom. How could I be so stupid? She was so drunk, I was too but I still had sense enough to know better. I swipe my palms down my face and groan at my stupidity.

  I don’t even know her name. With that thought it all hits me. She didn’t even want to give me a chance last night because I’m white. Why would I think I should stick around for her to wake up and throw me out? She didn’t want to give me her name so she sure as hell isn’t going to give me her number so I can call her.

  My decision is made, I get up and grab my clothes and go into the bathroom. I slap some water on my face and gargle with some mouth wash before getting dressed. Once dressed, I walk back out into her bedroom, going to peek at her one last time.

  She is knocked out with her long sandy brown hair splayed across her pillow and a few strands across her face. Her full plush lips are slightly swollen from my kisses and one of the most erotic, sensual and downright nasty blow jobs I have ever had. We can put that black girls don’t like giving head myth to bed. I think black guys made that up to keep us white guys away from finding out what true bliss feels like. I have never come so hard.

  I couldn’t help myself I bend and kiss her lips one last time before I leave. She stirs a little causing the sheet to shift and her breasts to be exposed. I think again about staying but thoughts of her rejection and Troy’s sage advice play in my head.

  “Keep it simple,” I mutter to myself.

  I have a plane to catch and I need to focus on starting for possibly the rest of the season. I pad quickly out of her room and down the hall slipping out of the door. The limo is still sitting there. I tap the top of the car and climb inside. After instructing the driver to head to the airport he pulls off. I feel like the world’s biggest jerk.

  I left without saying a word or leaving my number. I drop my head in my hands and let out a bitter laugh. She didn’t want a white guy, but last night when I was inside of her I made sure she knew it was me no matter my color. She was right there with me every step of the way.

  I swear something pulled inside me as she looked into my eyes and cried out in pleasure. I wanted to own her. Each time she called me baby it slammed into me. I wanted it to mean something to her, not just a name she had to use because she didn’t know mine. I wanted to be hers.

  When she was on top of me with her palms on my chest and she looked into my eyes, with her beautiful brown eyes, calling me baby I forced myself to hear her saying Brad. I wanted her to know my name is Bradley. Images of last night assault me, her in my arms pleading for more.

  Me losing it with the need to brand her as mine, like I knew any sane man would. The way she rode me, rocking her hips and grinding on me like I was the best ride she ever had. I loved the way she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and looked at me like I meant something to her.

  It was in that moment that I got lost, believing for just that point in time that I was hers and she was mine. I felt a connection with her I never felt with anyone else. It had caused me to swell inside her with a force I have never known. I reached up to tug her head back and watched her ride us both into bliss. Her breasts bounced in my face as I rolled my hips up into her hot sex. She was so wet she dripped between my legs and down my balls. It was amazing ….and I just walked away.

  Shaking my head I try to thin
k straight. I smile to myself as I can’t rid my mind of more thoughts of last night. The huge bite mark she is going to wake up with on the back of her neck is probably going to piss her off, as well as the ones on her belly, the one on her inner thigh, and the two on her ass. Who knows where else I got carried away.

  I know it was childish, but she and anyone else that sees them will know that for at least one night I owned that beautiful body. That beautiful brown skin turned purple under my bites. God, the woman even has sexy feet.

  I make my plane exhausted, horny as hell from thoughts of last night and disgusted that I walked out without leaving my number. We didn’t use condoms. I really should have left my number. I want to see her again, that should have been reason enough. I blew it, I know I did.

  I went from wanting her when I first saw her to the need to have her and now I’ll never have her again. I’ve never discriminated when it comes to women. A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman. However, she didn’t want me and I have to accept that and let this go.

  I don’t feel like talking on the plane, but that doesn’t stop Troy. He is grinning like a fool, which tells me he had a good night. He nudges me and pulls my ear bud from my ear.

  “So you’ll be getting on that dry cleaning this week,” he chuckles. “Did I see the girl you ended up with last night? You were sitting with the ice queen the last time I looked in on you.”

  “You saw who I went home with,” I grumble. “I’m pretty sure you went home with her best friend.”

  “Wait, get the fuck… seriously. You went home with Stacey’s friend? That bad black chick?” He looks at me incredulously.

  “Wipe the shock off your face,” I gripe. “Wait, the blonde told you her name?”

  “Yeah, I wasn’t sticking my dick in her unless she did. Anyway, I don’t believe you. Prove it,” he accuses.

  I sigh and shake my head. A part of me doesn’t care if he believes me. I don’t need to prove it. Then there is the part of me that knows she didn’t want me because I am white, and that part of me wants to show that for a few hours my color didn’t matter to her. She had been picky in the first place but she let me inside her body, not any other man.

  I pull my phone from my pocket and opened up the picture I took when she fell asleep in my arms. You could see the side of her beautiful face while the other side was pressed against my chest. You could slightly see the top of her bare shoulder through her long hair above the sheet but that was it.

  I hadn’t taken the picture to prove anything. My brother had text me; I retrieved the phone to make sure it wasn’t an emergency. I had been admiring her lying across my chest for longer than I cared to admit before I decided to take the picture. I wanted something to remember her by.

  “I’ll be damn, you pretty motherfu –,” I cut him off when I grab my phone back. “I didn’t think you had a chance. I didn’t think anyone did to be honest.”

  “Me either, trust me,” I huff.

  “Well was it not good, cause you look like you just got told your dog was run over,” Troy asks and really looks concerned.

  I laugh humorlessly. “I didn’t get her name or her number. It was the best sex of my life and I just walked out. I should have woken her or left my number or something.”

  “Oh nah, one night and you pussy whipped. You did the right thing. We’ll take you out this weekend and find you a nice little snowflake to help you feel better,” he laughs.

  I frown at him and put my ear bud back in. If I would have listened to what my family taught me I would have the number to the girl that somehow stole my heart at first sight. Listening to Troy and ‘keep it simple’ has me heading to California empty handed and feeling stupid. Suddenly I realize how much I miss home. Last night was the closest feeling I have had to being home in a long time.

  Chapter 3

  It’s been seven whole weeks since I woke up in my bed all alone. No note, no nothing, nothing but the scent of his cologne on the pillow next to me and a sore body as my proof he was ever there. I thought we had some kind of connection that night. It wasn’t just sex. At least it wasn’t for me. He turned out to be amazing, the way he paid attention to me and my body.

  The fun we had together during those few hours in the middle of the night were not just some random hook up. I never laughed and connected with a guy like I had with him. We talked and fell into a comfortable zone.

  Well I guess I was wrong because he walked out without a word after. I was stupid enough to spread my legs and let him in. That night keeps haunting me at every turn no matter what I do. The embarrassment from it goes on and on.

  I arrived at my parent’s house that following evening for my party and was totally humiliated. I’d worn a spaghetti strap yellow sundress, I had bought weeks before just for the party. It was a hot day and night, making the dress perfect. That is until my mom walked up behind me in the yard. I had been sitting thinking about Dimples leaving without a word and I had started to perspire in the heat. I absentmindedly scooped my hair up and clipped it up with a clip from my purse.

  My mom pinched my ribs and giggled in my ear. “I see you finally decided to have a little fun,” she chortled.

  I wrinkled my nose and looked over my shoulder at her. “What do you mean,” I asked confused.

  She threw her head back and laughed. “Tam you may want to put your hair back down. You have passion marks all over you,” she laughed harder as the color drained from my face. “Oh baby you didn’t know. There is a huge one on the back of your neck and one here,” she poked my back. “And one is peeking out here.” She poked the side of my dress by my ribs.

  I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. “Oh mom, I am so sorry,” I reached to tear my hair back down to camouflage. My mom fluffed my hair and arranged it to help hide the marks. I had seen the one on my inner thigh this afternoon and the two on my belly and I thought it was funny until I got annoyed again that he left and didn’t say anything.

  “Sorry for what,” my mom sighed. “You are a beautiful woman and obviously you found someone who is passionate about that beauty. You worry about what everyone else thinks and wants too much, Tamara. Your father and I are proud of you. Now, will we be meeting this young man today?”

  “No, mommy,” I said sadly, realizing for the first time how much knowing that I wouldn’t see him again hurt.

  “Tam, look at me. You have always made decisions that were right for you. We all may not agree with them when you make them but in the end you always make them work. It amazes me every time and I wonder what I did to get such a special daughter.” My mom brushed a lock of hair behind my ear.

  “Thanks mom,” I said and gave her a fierce hug.

  When I got home that night I stripped down and found the map of Dimples’ journey around my body. Who does that? I wish I could believe in my mother’s words now. Since that night all my decisions have seem to bite me in the behind, like not wearing protection. I had to be wasted. I would never do something like that. I have known since I was sixteen that I have an allergic reaction to birth control. My doctor tried to regulate my cycle with it and needless to say it didn’t go so well.

  I should have taken a morning after pill or something, but I didn’t even remember how stupid I had been until three days later. When Stacey cornered me and Reese to spill all the details of her night with Dimples’ friend, it hit me what I had done. She was busy going on and on about him being hung like a horse and that’s when the memories hit me. I couldn’t remember one condom being used, but I could remember orgasm after orgasm where I went over the edge and I felt him follow.

  So I am not surprised that there is a test in my bathroom that is screaming at me that I am pregnant. This was not a part of my plan. I am supposed to be starting my new job and paving my way to partner in the firm. A baby was never part of that plan but silly me, not only did I sleep with the guy. I let him leave me with a baby.

  I have sat here crying for two hours. I’m pissed he gets to walk away and I
have to stay and face the consequences. I’ve thought about googling what teams played that Thursday night and which ones won then checking their rosters but every time I go to do it I stop. He left. He doesn’t want to be found. I’m sure he definitely doesn’t want to be found so that I can tell him he has a kid on the way. He probably has a trophy girlfriend at home and I would just be ruining their life, just like I ruined mine.

  I cried all I can and now it is time to face reality and call in the cavalry. I text Stacey, Reese and my girl Alee 911 and ask them to come over. I look a mess and they take notice right away. One thing we don’t do is look a mess. Alee has been doing my hair since forever. To see me tossed about is a shock to her.

  “Okay so are you going to tell us what is going on,” Reese asks raising her brow at me. She is tapping away at her phone no doubt reassuring Nico that she is fine. The man is crazy about her and never lets her out of his sight.

  Thinking of the tall Italian man that has taken over my friend’s heart makes me think of my own situation. Nico is gorgeous and I never once questioned my friend’s choice. So why do I have such a problem dating white men myself. If Dimples had stuck around would I have really been open to a relationship with him? Well it doesn’t matter now.

  “What I’m going to tell you, you can’t share with anyone. Ellerie is going to lose it,” I say as tears well up in my eyes.

  Alee sits silent but frowns at the mention of my brother. I don’t have time to sort out that drama today. As if reading my mind she schools her expression and nods.

  “Okay sweetie, you know I won’t say anything you don’t want me to,” Reese says with sincerity and concern.

  “Whatever it is please spit it out, you have me breaking out in hives,” Stacey complains.

  “I’m pregnant,” I blurt out as the tears run over.

  “Wait what,” Reese gasps, “The ball player from the club?”