Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(128)

I had worked up a decent sweat by the time Alexa came down the steps. She stood against the wall with her arms crossed, staring at me. Eventually I stopped my reps, taking a drink of water. She was wearing a thin white T-shirt, and I could have sworn I saw her nipples poking out slightly underneath the cotton fabric.

“Wife,” I said to her. “What can I do for you?”

“Just wondering how you were doing.”

“I’m fine.”

She nodded, looking away. “Crazy day.”

“You’re not kidding.”

“We broke into some girl’s apartment. Almost got her killed chasing her down a fire escape.”

I laughed, smirking at her. She could be so damn shy sometimes, avoiding looking at me. Just to mess with her, I decided to peel my slightly damn shirt off and toss it aside. Her eyes widened ever so slightly.

There you go, sis, I thought to myself. Get a good look.

“Actually, it was me that almost got killed,” I said.

“Whatever. I told you not to follow her.”

“I distinctly remember you encouraging it all.”

“That’s definitely not true.”

I shook my head, grinning at her as I walked closer. “I’m pretty sure you were rooting me on, practically cheering.”

“Put your shirt back on,” she mumbled.

I stopped less than a foot away from her. “Why? What do you care?”

“I don’t. And I wasn’t cheering you on. I was afraid you were going to kill the poor girl.”

I shook my head. “What kind of psycho do you think I am?”

“The kind that kicks in doors?”

“Okay. Fair enough. But I don’t hurt girls, and I’m not going to say that again.”

I moved even closer to her, feeling my cock straining against my shorts. Her breath came deep, and I stared as her tits lifted up along with her chest. There was definitely a hint of nipples, and I was positive she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Okay, fine,” she said. “You don’t hurt girls. I get it.”

“Look at this,” I said, stopping inches away. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“You come down here all innocent, acting like you want to chat, when really you’re not wearing a bra, and I bet you’re not wearing panties.”

“I am too wearing panties,” she said defensively.

“But no bra. Look at that.”

Not thinking, I reached up and took a handful of her hair, tipping her head back, my body close enough to graze hers.

“Cole,” she gasped. “Our parents.”

“Gone for the weekend. You know that.” I reached up and cupped one full breast, feeling her hard nipple.

She gasped and let out a low moan.

“I knew it,” I said. “You didn’t come down here to talk. You came down here to get fucked.”

“No,” she said.

My lips gently grazed her neck, and I felt a thrill run though my body. My cock was screaming to break free of my shorts, and every fiber of my being wanted to throw her to the ground and fuck her brains out.

But not yet.

“Okay then,” I whispered as my lips moved up her neck and toward her ear. “Why are you moaning like all you want is my thick cock between your legs?”

“I’m not,” she replied, and I laughed.

“You are. All I need to do is touch you and you’re practically shaking.” My hand that was cupping her tits slowly slid down her front, slipping down her tiny cotton shorts.

I nearly laughed out loud.

“You little slut,” I whispered into her ear. “You really aren’t wearing panties.”

I began to touch her soaked clit, rolling it in circles.

“Shit, Cole,” she gasped. “Okay, I’m not wearing panties.”

“You want it. Say you want me to fuck you right here.”

“No. I won’t.”

“You won’t say it? But you want it. I can tell by the way you’re panting, by how fucking slick your pussy is already.”

I began to kiss her neck softly as I worked her clit.

“Just a mistake,” she managed to say between moans. “Confused. Excited from earlier.”

“You’re certainly excited, but I think it’s because of me. You want me to fuck you deep and rough right here on the floor. And believe me, Alex, I’ve been thinking about this tight fucking pussy of yours every single day.”

As I spoke to her softly in her ear, I stroked my fingers in and out of her soaked pussy, loving the feeling of her tight cunt and slick juices. I rolled up along her clit and back inside her, causing her muscles to tense and writhe.

“I want to feel those lips wrap around my cock like back in the dressing room. But this time I won’t come in that pretty mouth.”