David let out an exasperated gasp and motioned for Andres to tell him what he meant.
“You’ve probably noticed that after a game, jock bunnies are waiting at the players entrance.”
David gave a slight nod.
“It’s come to my attention that you’ve not partaken. Frankly, I’m disappointed in you. Truth be known, the whole team isn’t happy because you’ve not fulfilled your obligation to our fans,” Andres said.
By now, both Allard and Seamus had come to their lockers and were listening to Andres weave his bullshit to David.
“Boy Scout,” Allard said under cover of a fake cough.
“It’s a woman you’re needing,” Seamus added.
“I told the team that tonight, you get the pick of the litter. They can’t take a bunny home until you pick one,” Andres said with a straight face.
“Bullshit,” David said as he barked out a laugh.
“I put the word out to the Alpha Mus that you would be participating in the bunny hunt tonight,” Andres said.
“There’ll be bunnies lined up for days,” Allard predicted.
“I don’t think so,” David said.
“Mother of Jaysus, David. You don’t shag a girl with your brain. Stop thinking. I’m done with your hard-neck cheek, boyo. Get your head out of your arse and shag a bunny, yeah?” Seamus added.
’Someone needs to get laid,’ David thought.
“I’ll sweeten the deal,” Andres said with a smile. “Mason moved out, and we cleaned up his room. There are new sheets on the bed, so you won’t have to worry about catching anything.”
The three of them stared David down. Oh, what the hell. Getting laid would help him get to sleep.
“Fine,” David conceded.
’Operation “Keep My Dick In My Pants” has just gone out the window’ was his last rueful thought before he was dragged to the locker room entrance.
Half the baseball team was waiting for them. Allard was bouncing around like a ten-year-old who’d been promised a trip to Disneyland.
“We may have to each take two or three to satisfy all these bunnies,” he chirped excitedly.
David ignored him as he pushed the door open. He was greeted by a crowd of girls. Allard might be right, he thought, because there had to be upwards of fifty of them. He almost turned around, but his teammates pushed him forward so they could get a good look.
The whole jock-bunny concept turned David’s stomach. Girls were basically offering themselves to athletes for a no-strings romp. The sexual beast inside of him explained to the big brain that something bad would happen if he didn’t get off his high horse. The beast also argued that the girls were all old enough to make up their own minds about what they wanted to do. If they wanted to spend time with a big, strong, athletic young man, why shouldn’t they?
As soon as the sexual beast had distracted the big brain, he knew he had to act. He lifted his arm and pointed. David heard himself saying, “You.”
Off to the side, leaning against the wall, was a cute black girl. What made her stand out was her hair. It was styled in a shoulder-length shaggy bob that, with its kinky curls, fit her. It also allowed her to arrange her tight coils to look very stylish. Her hair flared out like she had wings.
She stared back at him like she’d never seen a real man before and looked disgusted at what she’d probably term a vulgar display of jockdom by his picking her out like that. David got the vibe that she was a good girl. She might even be a virgin or, at the least, very inexperienced.
David walked up to her and held out his hand, daring her to turn him down. The jock bunnies held their collective breath, thinking they were about to see him go down in flames. David gave his pick his best smile. Everyone looked shocked when she reached up and took his hand as she pushed off the wall. He didn’t give her a chance to overthink what they were doing. It was probably more for David’s benefit than hers. He led her through the crowd of girls so they could go to the Baseball House.
He had to chuckle when his teammates mimicked his approach of just pointing and announcing, “You.” David was impressed when Allard picked two, and they went with him.
When David and his bunny were about a block away from the stadium, he broke the silence.
“David.”
“Bella.”
The name fit her. It meant ‘beautiful’ girl. She was wearing a long blouse, and she’d put a belt around her waist to turn it into a short dress. Underneath it, she’d worn yoga pants, which highlighted the terrific figure she had. David was impressed that the sexual beast had sorted through fifty girls and chosen the pick of the litter in a split second.
They didn’t say another word until David had taken her into Mason’s old room. When he closed the door, Bella began to fidget.
“You’ve never done this before,” David guessed.
“It’s that obvious, is it?”
He chuckled and nodded.
“Yeah, it sort of is.”
David stepped closer and looked down at her. Her big brown eyes held an innocence in them that made him feel the need to protect her. At the same time, her sexy body had all the right curves that made him want to ravish her. He decided he wanted her to be in control.
“How about this: we’ll work on the assumption that I’ve got a hair-trigger when it comes to you saying no,” David said. Then he waited for a beat to let her absorb what he was telling her. “That doesn’t mean that I won’t do stuff, okay? What it means is that when you want me to stop, you tell me. But don’t say it if you don’t mean it because I’m not gonna play around. I’ll assume you’re okay with what I’m doing. So, just trust me, follow my lead, and let me do things my way.”
“Your way? What does that mean?” Bella said as her hands fidgeted at her side.
David closed the gap between them and leaned down to give her a teasing hint of a kiss. He gave her one of his smoldering looks that put his face on magazine covers.
“I’ll show you.”
David looked her in the eye as his hands went to her hips and found their way under her blouse. He tugged the waistband of her yoga pants slowly down her hips. He inched it down over the top of her butt, baring the upper few inches. In the front, wisps of hair were exposed. David stopped and put his lips near her ear.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I get off on giving pleasure. The more you get your cookie, the better it is for me.”
In response, she took one arm, raised it up, and wrapped her hand across his neck. The other hand she placed on his shoulder. David rubbed his hands up and down her waist, touching her as he nibbled her ear. With each pass of his hands and each breath in her ear, her passion grew, and he felt her throbbing with desire. Her breathing became heavy.
He knelt down, slid his hands up her thighs under her shirt, and peeled her yoga pants off. She stepped out of them. He was pleased to see that she didn’t wear any underwear. Facing him was a neatly trimmed bush of dark, curly hair.
“God, you smell good. I want more.”
He pushed her against the wall. David lifted her right leg onto his shoulder as his head went between her legs. He inhaled deeply to take in the heady musk of her sex. David kissed the inside of her thighs. With every touch, she grabbed his head, guiding it as if it were her hand.
He nibbled all around her clit, teasing and missing it on purpose. Already incredibly aroused, her body instinctively moved in an attempt to get satisfaction. Each time her body moved, he moved, too. Her moans were desperate cries for sweet release.
“No! Too good.”
“No?” David asked as he pretended to sound alarmed and moved back. “A promise is a promise. I’d best stop.”
“NO!” Bella whined. “No. Please don’t stop.”
David scooped her up and deposited her on the bed. He knelt down, and her legs spread and came up to give him unfettered access. He licked her clit gently, and she let out a long moan of pleasure. Bella grasped the back of his head and guided his tongue to where she wanted it. Each time he found the right spot, she let out a little yelp. As her passion built, her hips began to move faster until he just held still as she used his tongue to get off.