SWOLLEN: A Secret Baby Sports Romance Page 4

“I didn’t know”, she says.

  “Nobody knows”, I say. “I’m not proud of kicking the shit out of people. That’s why-.”

  It’s hard to continue but the look she gives me suggests I don’t need to anyway. “It’s good to see you”, I say instead.

  “It’s good to see you too”, she says.

  “If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly were you doing there?”

  Jasmine’s smile makes me think she’s been caught. “Research”, she says.

  “Research? What are you like a female bare fist fighter or something? After that shit last year have you been training for a life in the ring?”

  Jasmine shakes her head. “Why would I need to do that with you to protect me?”

  “I haven’t exactly been around much”, I confess.

  “I’m a writer”, she says. “Or, at least, I want to be. That’s the idea.”

  “A writer?”

  Jasmine nods. “When I’m not waitressing, of course. I majored in English, you know, so I keep pretending.”

  “And that, what I do, how did you even know that exists?” I say.

  “It’s not exactly a well-kept secret, not here in Brooklyn, at least. I read about it online and I’ve been wanting to write something all year about it. It’s an environment that fascinates me.”

  “That’s one way to describe it.”

  “Seriously. It’s so raw and animalistic, I don’t know, there’s a dichotomy there I wanted to explore, and finally I found someone who could get me in. Tonight was the first event I’ve been to.”

  “The first event you go to, I’m on the roster. That’s a little weird”, I say.

  “I think I’m to blame for that as well”, she says, nodding at my swollen eye.

  “Got to let the crowd think the opponents have at least half a chance.”

  Silence falls between us momentarily, while Jasmine sips at her coffee. She looks older than when I saw here last, just as beautiful if not even more so, but more mature. It’s exciting for me to see her, I’ve thought about her a lot over the last year, but I guess a year is such a long time we’ve undoubtedly both moved on from where we were.

  “So”, I say. “I can’t believe it’s been a year.”

  “One night stands tend to be just that”, she says.

  “I know, I’m sorry about that, I wanted to call. I just-. You see what I do for money, it’s not exactly everyone’s idea of wholesome recreation”, I say.

  “I didn’t get the impression you wanted anything more.”

  “Did you?”

  “I think we had a connection.”

  “Maybe we still do”, I say.

  “Maybe it’s already too late for both of us”, she says.

  I feel like it's time for a confession. “I was scared of getting involved with you. In that short time we were together, I could feel myself falling for you.”

  “Full disclosure”, she says with a smile.

  “Full disclosure”, I repeat. “I didn’t want to mislead you. I’m a complicated person and I didn’t think it was fair involving you in that.”

  “The boxing?” she asks.

  “The fights, the shit that comes with it, the travel, I’m not exactly stable. Or, at least, I wasn’t then.”

  “I’m a grown up”, she says. “And besides which, I like tough, dangerous men, as long as they are the right kind of tough and dangerous, but I guess you might remember that.”

  “I remember that”, I say. “I’d never forget that night.”

  “I was surprised”, she says.

  “Why?”

  “Because you came back to me and then disappeared. I tried to look for you for a while, kind of hoped that you’d come back into the restaurant, but you never did.”

  “Yeah”, I say. “I was keeping myself away from you.”

  “Protecting me from afar?”

  “Something like that.”

  “Are you that dangerous, Liam, that you have to keep yourself away from people?”

  “You saw me tonight”, I say.

  “I saw you fight tonight. I’ve also seen you make love, and I’m pretty sure one outweighs the other.”

  “Those are dangerous words”, I say.

  “I told you”, she says. “I like dangerous men, and I already know you are the right kind of dangerous. You took me out of that crowd for a reason and sitting here and drinking coffee isn’t it.”

  “Is that right?”

  Jasmine nods.

  “You’re making this difficult for me”, I say.

  “Then I’ll make it easy”, she says, already leaning in. “Take me home and show me what you’ve been wanting to do to me for a year. If I’ve misread your intentions in any way, I’ll finish my coffee and go home alone.”

  Her directness is an instant turn-on, but as soon as I saw her in the crowd I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist anyway. I’m just glad she’s still on the same wavelength.

  “After that, we’ll work out something that suits us both”, she says. “I can work with body parts that happen to get swollen from time to time.”

  Jasmine

  He doesn’t need to know, not yet at least, not right now. It’s his baby as much as it is mine from a purely biological point of view, but it’s not his baby at all until he tells me he wants it to be, and that’s not a theme that needs discussion at this particular moment in time. If he disappears again after this, he might not ever know, if he doesn’t, we’ll cross that bridge when it needs to be crossed.

  I did try and find him, that much is true. A baby is a huge responsibility to take on alone, but with little other than his first name, I hit dead end after dead end and simply had to give up.

  It’s not that I want to keep Maggie a secret, it’s that I was given no other choice. I didn’t know he was going to do a runner any less than I knew the morning after pill would be as good as useless. It’s quite likely he’s going to be mad at me when he finds out, so I’d prefer that to be right after we fuck, and, this time, as much as I loved it when he came inside me, I’m going to make sure he puts on a condom.

  The last thing I want is another baby. If, after this, I find out he’s serious about sticking around, Maggie included, we can go back to the barebacking, but until then, I’ve got to be cautious.

  I’m not missing this second chance either. Asking him to take me home might be a little more direct than he’s used to, but fuck it, if having Maggie has taught me anything about life, it’s to take the opportunities when they present themselves, and Liam is an opportunity far too good to turn down.

  Maybe this is his modus operandi, and maybe he has kids all over the country from encounters just like this one, maybe he’s the kind of lothario that likes to be single and all that crap about trying to keep me away from his world is just spin made up to make me forgive his less than ethical intentions, but then again, maybe not. He came back to look for me that time, a month after I ran, and I’m the one, tonight, who’s forced herself onto him, when he might not have been looking for a hook-up at all.

  There is little below his hoodie but a white vest top, stained by sweat. I peel it off him urgently, desperate to get at those incredible abs below. He’s better than I remember him to be, even more defined in the obliques and Adonis belt, the structure of his abdomen a sight to behold.

  I’m seen carved statues with less toning, physical instructors that would be put to shame by this god of a man.

  I waste no time in showing him what he’s been missing out on either. I was as fat as a house with Maggie inside me, desperate to lose it as soon as she was born. I’ve always been naturally thin, always taken good care of myself and it shows still now. Being young has helped enormously, being dedicated to looking good, even more so.

  We share the task of removing each other’s clothes, even hornier than we were the first time, a nervous excitement buzzing between us you wouldn’t even be able to break through with a claw hammer.

  My pussy is aching to ha
ve him back inside me, but it isn’t a surprise. No-one has ever turned me on as much as Liam, and I can barely explain it. He’s hot, obviously, my type exactly, but it’s more than that. I melt just looking at him, get so wet he could blow on me and make me come.

  It’s clear I do the same to him too, because once again, when I peel away the thin fabric keeping his cock from my carnal desire, it springs towards me as thick as a forearm and as hard as steel.

  I want it everywhere at once, and I’m not prepared to hold myself back to get it. We can play games with each other when we’ve got the luxury of time to enjoy it. Right now I’ve got a year’s gap to catch up on, the echoes of that first time just about faded away.

  Liam wants to take control, but this time, I’m not going to allow it. He may be a Cobra in the ring, but tonight he’s my puppy dog and I’m going to make sure I train him good. He’s clearly going to flip when he finds out about Maggie, so making sure I give him something he can’t get anywhere else as absolutely imperative.

  I’m naked except for my panties, already soaking wet with my goo, and even though I want nothing more than to take them off and ram his cock inside me, I’m going to tease us both to the point of ejaculation first.

  I don’t even ask, but Liam makes it clear that I don’t need to either. This position can be super awkward with people that hardly know each other, but for me and him it’s like we’re sharing a brain. With Liam up on the bed already, I swing my legs out over him so I can take his cock into my mouth and grind my pussy down into his tongue, all at the same time.

  I’m keeping my panties on so he can smell what awaits him. Too much too soon and he’ll think I’m a slut. I’ll give it to him when I can’t resist any longer, but right now he’s not getting it on a plate.

  I lower myself towards him and Liam takes hold of my thighs to pull me into position. I warn him not to take my panties off, although I’m happy to have him run his tongue inside them, and while he’s adjusting himself to what’s on offer as the first plate for tonight’s menu, I take his enormous cock in my hand and run it around my lips until they tingle.

  His mouth on my pussy feels so good I could probably come if I let myself. Even like this, limited to only his mouth, Liam is clearly an expert. I suck him to distract myself. I run my tongue under his foreskin, lick teasingly at the bundle of sensitivity that connects his shaft to his swollen crown and I drink him down as far as he will go.

  He’s too big to fit all the way down my throat at first, but with a couple of goes to relax myself, I finally feel his balls on my lips.

  Bouncing up and down on his dick, coupled with the sensation of having him tongue my pussy and my asshole, even though they are both covered by a thin layer of fabric is almost as good as having him inside me.

  Almost.

  It takes a superhuman effort to pull myself away from him, but if I don’t do it now, I’m going to peak too soon. My pussy gets way too sensitive after I’ve come and I know I’ll be missing out if I let myself go with his tongue.

  I don’t let him move from his position, even though he wants to. I don’t even take my panties off. What I do is spin around so I’m facing him, squat over his mammoth cock, pull my panties to the side and gently gather him into me.

  I want to make him come like this. I want to tease him so much he doesn’t have to move a muscle to ejaculate. I want to watch him as I make him explode, the sensation of things going out of his control, too much to bear.

  I rub him against my clit, showing him how swollen and wet he makes me, holding myself open so he can see the pink meat inside my pussy hole, which has already begun to tremble uncontrollably.

  If I wasn’t so terrified of another unexpected pregnancy, I’d slide him up into my pussy like this. As it is, there is way more than needs to come out of our story before we even think about going back there.

  I snap the condom over his cock, and then roll it down with my hand as I allow him to penetrate me. Feeding him up inside me like this is so good, that when I’ve got him fully inside me again, I have to take a moment to compose myself. Without moving, I can feel my pussy convulsing, my internal muscles gripping a cock as though deep muscle memory is taking over, so much that my body never wants him to leave me again.

  It is an incredible sensation, and even better than the first time we did this, which has since faded to memory. Liam closes his legs, and with his hands behind his head, content enough to let me lead, I begin rolling my hips forward and gathering him deep inside me.

  I love fucking like this, and with Liam, it’s as good as I have ever experienced. Sometimes sex with people you’ve dreamed about fucking is a disappointing experience when you finally get round to doing it, with Liam, it’s a million times as good.

  We watch each other without words, our actions enough to say more than we ever could with language anyway.

  I drop into a rhythm, my hands on his chest at first, later balanced against his knees, my back arched and my tits thrust forward like the mermaid on the front of a boat.

  I’m hot all over my skin and the quicker I jerk my hips, the closer I feel we are moving to what will be an explosive shared orgasm. My clit’s tingling so much I want to touch it, but I know it’ll be all over if I do. Liam is happy to watch me bring us both off, the control of this experience passed completely over to me to do with as I want.

  I’m moaning now, my pulse rate through the roof and my breath short and tight. I can feel it coming and I know it’s going to be huge.

  I can feel Liam’s cock all over my body as though he’s not just fucking my pussy but every ounce of my flesh as well, and every time I drop my hips and roll myself towards him I feel him up against my G-spot in dull throbs that make every part of me ache with desire from my toes to the top of my head.

  He’s perfect in absolutely every way. If this isn’t chemistry, I don’t know what is. If he wasn’t already the father of my child then he should be, because I have never experienced anything like this, either in the bedroom or anywhere else.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come”, I suddenly blurt out, the words themselves nothing but moans punctuated by screams of pleasure, but he already knows that. He knows I’m going to come because I see it in his eyes. I feel it in his body too, from the rock hard abs I’ve dug my nails in to hold myself up, to the swollen crown getting even bigger inside me.

  It’s so good, I nearly black out. Seriously. It's so unbelievable powerful, I’m reduced to a mess of sweat and shivers, of trembling skin I can’t even touch myself, and arms and legs that despite their weight, jerk uncontrollably as though conducting electricity.

  It is so powerful I have to pull his huge, still ejaculating cock out of my pussy, after which I am surprised and slightly embarrassed to see myself squirt.

  I’ve never done that before, never thought it was even possible, yet here I am, moaning and coming so hard I think it’ll never stop, a jet of sticky cum squirting out of my pussy and all over Liam’s balls.

  “Fuck, that’s hot”, Liam says. “Fuck me.”

  I don’t know what to say. I knew I was going to come hard but squirting too? Jesus, what else is this guy going to make me do?

  I try and style it out and pretend it’s happened a ton of times before. I slide up the bed and grab hold of Liam, wrapping my leg around his chest and pulling his lips to mine.

  “And you think I’m dangerous”, he says, when I’m done sucking his tongue. “I’ve never met a girl like you before.”

  Liam

  What I think is going to be another incredible night of lovemaking is abruptly cut short when Jasmine, after clearly enjoying herself immensely on top of my dick, decides it’s time to leave.

  She’s dressed and by the door before I even have a chance to comprehend the reason.

  “Boyfriend”, I guess. “Of course. I should have realized that. You’re a good looking girl.”

  “It’s not that”, she says. “I just have to go. I can’t stay, not tonight.”
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  “Is this going to be another one of our one night stands?” I ask. “Will I see you again in a year’s time?”

  “That depends on what you want”, she says.

  I want to get done in the world I’ve found myself pulled into and get into yours. “Give me your number”, I say instead.

  “Are you going to call me if I do?”

  “You know my secret already”, I say. “If you’re cool with that, for as long as I need to keep doing it, then I’m cool with you too.”

  “What if I have a secret?” she asks, the tell of it flashing briefly in her eyes.

  “Do you?” I ask.

  “Everyone's got secrets, Liam”, she says.

  “Then it’s up to you whether you want to bring me into your world. I tried to keep you away from mine but you found me anyway, maybe the same will happen again.”

  “I’ve got to go.”

  “Don’t be a stranger”, I say, already feeling like she’s weakening me.

  “Now I know where you work”, she says with a smile, “you won’t be able to keep me away.”

  I watch her leave and then I go to the window and watch her skip energetically along the street until she disappears out of sight around the corner of the block. Eleven fucking months and she turns up out of nowhere.

  That has either got to be some incredible luck, or destiny shining down upon us both.

  I put the ten thousand dollars with the rest of the cash I’ve managed to save up over the last year and then go to the bathroom to shower.

  I’m almost completely debt free. My plan was to get out of this country after that, maybe head south for a vacation, maybe head all the way south for longer, but now Jasmine’s come back, I don’t know whether that’s all going to change.

  A girl with a secret that makes me feel as good as that. What else do I need?

  Four.

  Jasmine

  How long can I keep this from him? How long is right to pretend he doesn’t have something in this world that connects us both together? A week? A month? Ten years?

  Liam makes me feel too good to ignore the importance of trying to find out where we naturally end up with each other. I knew that when we first fucked, and I know that now, better than ever. It’s only been a couple of days but my body feels like it’s missing something. I feel like I’ve got Liam withdrawal symptoms, which is frankly ridiculous considering the short amount of time the two of us have spent together.