Page 4 of Scoreless Nights

Finally, her words turned into moans, and I was able to push myself closer to my climax. Closing my eyes and ramming my cock into her from behind, I enjoyed how she squeezed me as she got ready to come.

“Oh…”

“Shhhh,” I put my hand over her mouth to shut her up. I was there, so fucking close, but if she told me she wanted my dick to be hers again, I would have to pull out and leave–unsatisfied and fucking agitated.

My hips started losing rhythm as I spilled cum into the condom that separated us. The head of my cock stroked her a few more times and she clenched, coming while I kept my hand over her mouth.

Then I pulled out and backed away, wasting no time getting the condom discarded and my pants back up. She was straightening her skirt and licking her lips, like she was waiting on me to kiss her. Or…

“I cannot believe I just fucked Cruz Martin,” she purred, in what I was sure was a sexy tone if I cared to pay attention. Her words just confirmed what I thought, though. She was using me as much as I was using her. Fucking me would be a story she told her friends later, one they probably wouldn’t even believe.

Then she would try to call the phone number I gave her to prove it. Some poor guy or girl would answer their phone and have to tell her she had the wrong number. Dammit, I was being an extra-large asshole with a side of jerk, but I couldn’t help it.

Opening the door, I turned to the girl whose name I couldn’t remember and told her to call me, not waiting for a response. The longer it took to leave, the more guilt would eat away at me.

What was wrong with me?

It was no secret that I loved fucking, but I had become rabid, hoping to score every night with someone new just so I could work the pressure out of my body. Practice and games weren’t enough to subdue the anxiety that had been bubbling up.

Ever since Dad asked if Lillian could stay with me, I’d been irritated and grumpy. I lived alone, and I liked it that way. My apartment was my safe space, no one outside of my friends and family ever infiltrated my space. Of course, Dad said Lillian was family. It wasn’t the same as having a stranger come stay, but he didn’t understand that Lillianwasa stranger–to me.

Other than that, I had no good reasons she couldn’t stay. Dad powered through every attempt I made to change his mind, and it only took minutes for me to realize he would get his way. He and his wife, Gloria, worried way too much about Lillian. She was a goddamn adult, but they seemed to be up her ass all the fucking time.

By the time I got home, I fell backward onto my couch and pulled my wrist up to check the time. Lillian was supposed to be getting into Miami late, and I was supposed to be the welcoming big brother that stayed up and made sure she was settled and comfortable. As if on cue, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I reached for it, seeing my dad’s name flashing across the top.

“Hello?” My dad spoke Spanish, but chose not to when Gloria or Lillian were around. He felt like it was rude of him to leave them out of conversations, even if he wasn’t talking to them, or about them.

“Cruz, you home, son?” His English told me Gloria was there next to him, and as much as I gave my dad shit for sending Lillian my way, I respected Gloria enough not to let her hear how big of a jerk I was being about it.

“Yeah, Dad. Just here, waiting for Lillian.”

“I called you earlier but it went directly to voicemail.”

Hmmm, must have gotten shitty reception in that dank bathroom.

“Well, I’m here.”

“It's been a while, hasn’t it?” He laughed, like we didn’t discuss that exact thing the week before.

“Six years. Hope she doesn’t think of me as a stranger.” My subtly didn’t hit the mark and Dad just laughed.

“No, no. Time doesn’t change sibling connections.”

My dad was one of the smartest men I ever knew. He had more than one college degree, and was a supervisor at his job. But he was borderline delusional. Lillian was not my sibling. We didn’t even grow up together. Her mom married my dad, but I lived in Miami with my own mother. I visited Dad until I went to college and since then, he was the one that visited me so he could watch me play.

Bottomline, Lillian and I were not close. He knew that.

“She’s nervous,” I heard Gloria speak into the phone. “Take care of her, Cruz.”

“Sure thing,” I promised through gritted teeth and a small snarl she couldn’t see.

“Oh, she’s calling now. Hello?” Gloria answered her own phone. Dad stayed quiet and I listened to her speak to Lillian in the background. I considered hanging up and acting like I thought we were saying goodbye, but refrained.

“Oh she said she’s in Miami. GPS says one more hour to your address,” Gloria squealed to all of us before speaking to Lillian again. “We are talking to Cruz now. You have his number right? You should call him.”

Gloria made agreeable noises as I assumed Lillian was doing the talking, which was when I decided I really did have to go. “Dad, I have to do something…” I hung up, hoping he didn’t call me back.

Apparently, Lillian was an hour away and just knowing how small the countdown was made me antsy again. I needed to run. My apartment was across the street from the beach, so I could run on the sidewalk that lined the ocean no matter how late it was.

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