FOOTBALL ROMANCE: SECRET BABY ROMANCE: Going Pro (Bad Boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Sports Romance) (16 page)

He smiled and attacked me with a hug.

“You’ll always be my favorite girl Pumpkin.”

I sniffed, knowing this woman must really mean something to him. “I better be.”

We separated, and I cleaned the dishes.

“I’m off to the mall; I’ll be back late.”

“But the boys are coming for poker.”

“I know. You don’t need me to have fun. Tell them I say hey and you just have fun.”

“They were really looking forward to seeing you honey.”

“We saw each other last night when I told them you were too tired to play. They won’t miss me at all once you start playing.”

“Alright,” he said pacified.

Little did he know, they would be seeing me again very soon.

*******

The mall was worth the drive and the hectic parking. I wanted an outfit that showed just how grown I really was. Victoria’s Secret was the only place I trusted would have what I needed.

“Hi. Can I help you find anything today?” A petite woman with a pink pixie cut asked.

“I want something that screams sex and I need a bra fitting.”

The woman yielded a tape measure and deemed me a 32D before bringing several outfits to my dressing room. After, several tries, I found the perfect ensemble. It was pale pink lacy corset with a matching thong and black outlines. It was pretty and it added up to two cup sizes. Wearing this, I would look like a 2DDD. It had a wide plunging front, was see through and had an easy hook in the back. The first rule of thumb for lingerie, make it easy to take off. I paid for my purchases and left in pursuit of matching heels.

I rarely wore heels. I preferred flats and tennis shoes while I trekked through campus. At home, I rarely had a chance to dress up. I entered a shoe heaven and overwhelmed by the many options decided I needed to make my purchase in the next ten minutes. Once I found what I needed, I rushed to buy a black pair of Christian Louboutin and leave before I spent more money than I should. Tomorrow night was going to be fun.

I told the men to expect me around 5. I ate dinner with Daddy and told him I would be out with some friends.

“Expect me home late,” I said. Hint: don’t wait up.

The drive to Brett’s house was less than ten minutes. He lived in the next neighborhood, and I knew the way by heart. His house looked similar to my own but reeked of male presence. The walls were dark blue, and most of his furniture was either glass or black.

“I’m so glad you came,” he said when he opened the door.

“You didn’t think I would?” I asked while I took off my coat.

He shrugged, looking vulnerable. “To be honest, Lawrence and I thought that maybe it was the wine talking for you last time.”

Lawrence appeared from the kitchen shirtless and in jeans. “No, Brett thought that. I thought that you were confident enough to say what you really want.”

I smirked, taking them in. They both were in loose jeans and shirtless. The differences in their body and muscles were beautiful. I traced my index nail down Brett’s chest.

“You shouldn’t have doubted me.”

His muscles constricted under my touch and before he could grab me, I walked out of his reach and up the stairs. They watched my ascent, probably trying to figure out how all this would go without liquid courage. They would soon find out I had a lot of tricks in my bag.

“Are you coming?”

They both moved suddenly, running up the stairs to join me and I laughed at their energy. I knew where Brett’s room was. I saw inside of it once too. It appeared unchanged despite the years. There was a bed, two chairs and a desk in the far corner, a big closet, and an even bigger bathroom.

“Shall I make myself comfortable?” I asked seductively.

“Absolutely,” Brett said.

I pulled lube from my purse and put it on the nightstand. I tossed my purse on the floor and asked, “Who wants to undress me?”

They both had no reservations, and soon I was standing in only my lingerie and heels.

“Jesus, look how you’ve grown.” This was the first thing Lawrence said since we came to the bedroom.

“I want to do something tonight. Something that I’ve never done before.” I talked as I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees. I was careful not to snag the covers with my heels. “It’s a fantasy and,” I paused to look back. They both were staring at my body, still as statues. “I want you to fulfill it.”

“Tell us what to do,” Brett said pulling at his tight crotch.

“Get naked.” They unbuttoned their jeans and were naked in seconds. They both skipped underwear.

I choose Brett to lay down because he was the stronger one and had the wider chest.

“Lay here Brett.” I pointed to the space in front of me. He complied. He laid on the edge of the bed so his feet could still touch the floor. The idea of having my fantasy in real life was making me wet just thinking about it.

“Now Lawrence,” I said smiling mischievously. “You get the pleasure of popping my anal cherry.”

Lawrence was already hard, but his dick twitched as he thought about it. “Can you be gentle?” I asked. He nodded. “I need to hear it. Tell me you’ll be nice to my ass.”

“I’ll be nice to your ass.”

“Will you make love to it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you mind touching a little bit of Brett to do it?”

“No.”

“Good,” I said happy to be getting my way. “But first, I want you to fuck my pretty pussy.”

I didn’t have to talk him into anything anymore. Lawrence bent me over so fast and held me by the neck my head instinctively went to Brett’s member. First, he slapped my opening with his head. Then he slid his head in just an inch and smeared my wetness around my opening.

I groaned in anticipation. “Please, Lawrence?”

He slid in again and was gone just as fast. “I’ll decide when you get this dick.”

I squirted a little as I begged, “Lawrence please?”

Then he slid into me, grabbing my hips in a familiar way and pumping me slowly. I let Lawrence set the pace while I set the pressure and wrapped my tongue around Brett’s head. I swirled my tongue around while gliding up his dick at the same time; I squeezed internally on Lawrence’s. I routinely did Kegels while I studied and knew he felt it. They both cried out in response. There were hands on my hips and hands on my head. Oh my fucking god, it was amazing.

I could feel the electricity traveling up from my toes to my clit, and I clenched around Lawrence, sucking my orgasm and his closer.

“Don’t stop Lawrence. Please?” I begged. I had to stop playing with Brett to play with myself. This orgasm was building and Brett, undeterred that I stopped, reached forward and bit my nipple. It was what I needed, and I pitched forward, screaming into Brett’s chest. It felt like a water balloon went off into me. I was wetter and hotter and ready for double penetration. Everything was sensitive.

“Lawrence, grab the lube.” He stepped away, and I immediately kicked off my heels to climb onto the bed. I was dripping wet and slid down Brett’s shaft.

He grabbed my waist and pumped a few times. “Yes, Brett.” Every move, every touch felt developed me in need. I was nervous having never done anal before, but I liked it when Brett put his finger in me last time. I knew both of these men would never hurt me. They hugged me when I cried. They took care of me when my mom died and made sure I didn’t fall into a depression. Even now, Lawrence palmed my ass softly and drizzled lube over my small, puckered hole. I could feel him insert his finger, and I clenched on reflex.

“Relax Angel,” he said, playing around the entrance. “Relax for me, baby.” He spoke so softly and soothingly, I obeyed. I could feel him pouring a little more lube. Its warmth tickled as it eased down my crevice and onto Brett’s dick. When Lawrence could finally insert one finger, he started pumping in and out slowly.

“Does that hurt?”

“No,” I whispered, humping his finger and Brett.

“I’m adding another,” he said, and I moaned with the addition. He was patient, allowing me time to adjust and added more lube. They both whispered encouragement and comforting words as he continued stretching my hole. Three fingers were the limit before he asked to slide in just the head. I nodded and breathed slowly to prepare myself.

“Relax Vanessa, just pushed down on it” and just like that, his head slid in. There was barely any resistance, but his girth stretched me tight. I panted, trying to adjust. Brett held perfectly still.

“You feel so good baby,” Lawrence said caressing both my cheeks. The discomfort slowly became a pleasurable stinging. I looked back and saw Lawrence put more lube on his dick. “You ready?” he asked, physically pinning me with his dick and his gaze.

“Give it to me.”

My body already tightly filled to the hilt with Brett, screamed and trembled with every inch Lawrence moved. Brett held me tightly, rubbing my shoulders as my nails bit into his skin. My jaw clenched and the soft membrane between their dicks sung with the new pressure. Nobody moved as I grew comfortable. Penetrated deeply and impaled, every breath I took jolted my body. I was constricted and happy. It felt so wrong it felt right, and I moved a little to try it out. Every muscle was at attention. As different and uncomfortable as these new feelings were I adjusted and I was beyond pleased to finally be filled by two guys at once.

“Ok,” I said, and that was all Lawrence needed to hear before sliding out of me laboriously slow. I could feel every inch of him and his veins tickling my insides.

“Sweet mother of God,” I cried out.

Slowly Brett started thrusting as well, and we established a rhythm. They eased out of me at the same time the other eased in and the pressure more tolerable. The speed steadily increased until I threw my head back in ecstasy.

“Come for me,” I demanded. I wasn’t the only one going to be having orgasms. Now that my body had adjusted, I grew more eager. I pushed back against them both. “Harder.”

The physical stimulus was intense but so was the sensation and emotion of this taboo. Not only was I having sex with two men double my age, not only was I getting fucked in the ass but I was doing it all at the same time. That thought sent me over the edge, and I bit Brett’s shoulder to hold onto something, lest I float away. I was vaguely aware of Brett picking up speed and thrusting up. Lawrence held my hips tightly and used long and hard thrusts to get his nut.

“Wait,” I moaned, my voice still detached from my body. Both of them stilled. “I want to taste it.”

They both groaned and pulled out of me with an audible suction and popping sound.

Once they both were standing, and I was on my knees, I couldn’t choose one over the other. I sat in between them and opened my mouth.  Ready and willing to accept all of them. They had given me pleasure I’d never known. I could only hope I’d had given them the same. Both men moved their hands furiously up and down, with ease from the lube of my body and the bottle. I didn’t want to ask one to hold off so the other could go first but I desperately wanted to taste both of them.

Brett’s hand was moving faster than Lawrence’s with fast, hard strokes and he had the other in my hair.

“Are you sure?” he grunted, and I moved closer knowing he was on the verge of blowing. A little squirted and hit the side of my mouth before I clamped down on him. I didn’t want to miss even the smallest bit of cum. I swallowed and sucked like he was the best milkshake I had in a long time. Lawrence’s groaning in the background told me he was close to erupting too. I crossed my fingers I would get to taste him too. Once Brett was left with aftershocks and shakes, I turned and ran face first into Lawrence's crotch, pulling him closer by the ass. That was what he was waiting for, and he released the viper like grip he had on his dick to rain down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head, and we both moved, letting him fuck my face. Lawrence tasted bitter while Brett tasted sweet and the combination on my tongue was ambrosia.

I sat back on my haunches, exhausted. Brett was nowhere to be seen. Lawrence kissed my temple then picked me up and walked me to the bathroom. There was Brett, running water into a massive bathtub.

“You deserve to be cleaned up after how dirty we made you,” Brett joked.

I was shocked to see bubbles. The air had a scent of vanilla.

“Do you like your water really hot?” Lawrence asked, sitting me on the edge of the tub.

“No. I have sensitive skin. I don’t want to turn red.”

“Roger that,” Brett said and then he slid me into the half full tub.

“How does that feel?” Lawrence asked.

“Amazing.”

Brett and Lawrence slid in and sat side by side. There were clearly confident in their sexuality and friendship. Neither seemed bothered by being close to the other. The bathtub was big enough for us to stretch out our legs completely. Brett’s bathroom had his and her sinks and a shower big enough for five people.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes. The warm water was working magic on my sore parts. Both my vagina and ass hole felt strangely vacant and cold. I felt the warm water moving and felt somebody move closer.

“May I wash you?” Lawrence asked. I nodded. He stood, putting me face to face with his half erect dick and stepped behind me.  I moved forward to accommodate him. He washed my back, shoulders and breasts while Brett washed my feet and legs. 

“Lean back,” his strong voice commanded. He wet my hair and then he was washing my hair. I bit my lip to keep in my moaning, but it was no use. I could feel my toes curling. Both of his hands were in my hair, making circles and suds.

“Thank you,” he said. I could feel the rumbling in his chest.

“For what?” I moaned.

“Letting us do this,” Brett answered.

“We’ve been friends several years and never had a threesome together. The icing on the cake was sharing that with you.”

“Plus,” Brett said, “You let us take some firsts for you too.”

“Then I should be thanking you,” I said my voice returning to normal as Lawrence rinsed out the suds.

“It was our pleasure,” he said.

Lawrence stiffened under me. “What?”