Page 14 of Baller's Surprise Baby

“Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” He’s holding up a condom packet for me to see, waiting, watching. If anything, that honest question seals it for me.

“Hell, yeah!” I squeal and the laugh he releases in response is loud and perfect followed by a “thank God.” And then it’s my turn to laugh as he crawls back up on the bed. But it’s too slow for me. I grab him by the shoulders, and he lets me roll him to his back. I swoop down to swirl my tongue around his dick and place a hand at the base to hold him as I work him with my mouth. The moment I take him in he gasps, and his hips rise up. I spend several seconds tasting, breathing in his salty sweet smell as I suck and stroke, until he suddenly pulls me up and rips furiously at the wrapper in his hand.

“God, woman! You’re going to kill me!” Seconds later he rolls the condom on, and I don’t hesitate. My body is ramped up again and ready for him. I hold him in position as I hover above him and then watch his gaze as I slowly sink down. It takes a few seconds to adjust. He’s a big man in every way, and for a brief second, I thank my lucky stars that this is round two and I’m well prepared.

The first round was hot, new and exploratory, but this time is fire. I tilt forward to let my breasts rest right above his face, and he immediately responds by seizing them, kissing, licking, and sucking as I work my hips. Everything is deliberate at first, every sensation a world of its own, and I take a few minutes to find my rhythm, but it isn’t long before I need more.

Desperation mounts inside of me again as my muscles fall into the motions, rocking, pulling, pounding. Little by little I feel my back arching as my hips slam harder and harder into him. He releases my breasts and then alternates his hands from my legs to my hips and back to my breasts as if he can’t quite get enough of any one part. The bed bounces beneath us, and we’re both crying out with every thrust when I finally feel him slam up into me and everything unlocks. My head thrown back, I scream out his name, and lightning shoots through me as we undulate together for a small eternity. At long last I collapse on his chest, once again sightless and gasping for air.

I feel a satisfied smile on my face as we relax and soon pass out. At some point I roll to the side, and we make our way beneath the covers. I don’t even register when he pulls away the condom.

Only a few hours later do I hear my phone alarm gently calling from across the room, and I stretch and yawn before cracking my eyelid open. We left the lights on last night, and I smile as I recall everything that went down.

My God! I had sex with Ryder! I’m chuckling a happy little sound to myself when I glance to the side and realize I’m alone in bed. Another glance around the room and I see the bathroom door is open, but the light is out. A sudden thought hits me, and I feel my stomach drop with a sickening feeling. One more steady gaze around the room and I know for sure.

Ryder’s bag is gone, and I’m alone.

11

Ryder

“Hey man, it’s Ryder. I need to talk.”

“What’s going on? Where you at? Everybody else is here.” Daryl’s concerned voice carries through the phone, and I can hear the squeak of sneakers on the court in the background. He and the team are already in LA and running drills while I’m stuck driving through the dessert like an idiot.

“I’m on my way. Got caught in some weather last night and they had to reroute the flight.”

“Seriously? That blows. You missed drilling the new plays, but I guess coach will be updating you on the tweaks. We’re on downtime before the game now. When do you get here?”

I take a glance at my phone’s screen. “I should be there in a couple hours. I rented a car and decided to drive out from Phoenix.”

“Alright. Keep me posted if anything comes up. You know Marvin’s my man, but we got a tradition here, and I don’t like to throw things out of whack right before a game.”

I bob my head even though there’s no one to see. There’s no denying I live for the game, and there’s no way in hell I would willingly give up my starting position to Marvin or anyone else. Daryl and I are part of the Mavs’ five regular starters, and we have our own rhythm together, a little bit of magic. Frankly, they don’t pay me to sit on the bench. I take a deep breath before voicing my next thought.

“You know the photographer they’ve got working on the documentary?”

“Curvy girl? Yeah, I know her. She had me shooting layups last week. Easiest photoshoot I’ve ever done. Know what I’m talking about? Just goofing around, man. They can call me in for photo shoots all day long if it’s gonna be like that. Not to mention the view didn’t hurt. She’s easy on the eyes if you know what I mean. What’s going on?”

“This is personal man, you feel me?”

“Dude. What happened?”

“Just tell me you got this under wraps.” I’m more than a little annoyed when Daryl’s chuckle is the only thing I hear for several seconds.

“So, you slept with her.”

“Shit, Daryl! I told you to keep it under wraps!” I slam my hand on the steering wheel, ready to strangle him.

“Cool it, fool. Ain’t nobody around but me. The boys are stretching, and half of them are out grabbing lunch. What’s the problem? You think it’ll be a work liability or something? She’s a hottie. I would’ve done her if I wasn’t with Stacy.”

My blood boils at the thought. “I swear to God I’m going to break your nose, D.”

“Fuck, man… chill! I said I’m with Stacy.”

“Listen, I don’t know what to do. I know her.”

“No shit, we all know her man. It’s okay if you don’t want to see her again. How many photo sessions do you have left anyway?”

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