SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(86)

Slightly flushed and a little out of breath, Suzi grinned at the other girl who smiled seductively back. Suzi took Crystal’s hand and they both walked, beautifully, sexily, and utterly nude, to where I sat, open-mouthed.

“Are you sure about this, girls?” I managed to stammer as they both knelt, one on either side of my legs.

“Don’t panic, baby,” Suzi breathed softly. “I like the way your cock tastes.” She opened my fly and reached in. “I like the way her pussy tastes”—she cocked her head towards Crystal—“and I wanted to try the two of you together.”

I had no time to answer before Suzi pulled out my marble-hard dick and gently enveloped her full lips around it. Crystal smiled at the ecstatic look on my face and placed one hand on the back of Suzi’s head, gently pushing her further onto me, and slid her other hand up underneath my shirt. Suzi only managed to comfortably fit about two-thirds of my cock in her mouth, so she let me go and jerked me roughly in her small hand until I cried out. She turned and kissed Crystal again, still grasping the base of my shaft. She eased the other girl’s mouth onto my stiff, thick shaft.

My eyes rolled up and my head fell back as Crystal’s hot, wet tongue caressed me. Even after the last couple of days and nights, I was pretty sure my cock had never been this hard before. As the blonde temptress sucked and swallowed as much of me as she could, my rock-like cock pulsed and throbbed until, as Suzi caressed Crystal’s gently bouncing breasts with one hand while slowly slipping her long middle finger into her own slick pussy, I felt like I was going to explode. Just a second or two longer, and I was going to shoot hot jizz hard against that warm, soft tongue. I closed my eyes and, in spite of everything, Summer’s face appeared before me again.

I opened my eyes and saw that Suzi had me in her mouth again. Crystal’s hand absently groped my balls as she bent to kiss and lick Suzi’s seductively hanging titties. Suzi was staring me straight in the eye as she sucked, moaning softly to herself. It took a superhuman effort, but I managed to lean forward and grip her shoulders. A brief look of confusion crossed her face, which was quickly replaced with a satisfied smile of success as I gently but firmly lifted her off me and sat her back on the floor. Suzi clearly assumed I couldn’t take much more and was about to bang her to within an inch of her life. I stood, my engorged cock twitching involuntarily and aimed straight at her, so she lay back on the floor, opened her legs, and invited me in.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry.” I pulled up my pants and strode purposefully for the door without looking back.

Suzi was in no state to be reasoned with when they eventually came out of the bedroom. Both dressed now, Crystal cast a terrible eye over me before kissing Suzi goodbye and leaving the suite. I sat on the couch, sipping a drink. She had her coat on and wheeled a suitcase behind her.

“What are you? Some sort of fag?” she growled at me. Poor thing. She was hot, only about twenty, living in a grown-up world and writing checks she was not emotionally capable of cashing.

“I’m sorry, Suzi. Any man would probably chew off his own arm if it meant a shot at just one of you, let alone the two of you together.” I tried to build her shattered self-esteem back up.

“Fucking A, right!” she shouted. “Just wait until I spread it around the circuit that you’re a queer. I bet you won’t find yourself so popular among the real men then.”

I felt bad for causing so much anger in this lovely young girl. “I think your plans for revenge are about twenty years out of date,” I told her quietly.

She took two steps forward and hissed at me: “Well, maybe you lured me up here under false pretenses. Maybe you tried to force Crystal and I to do things we didn’t want to do. We can both speak up for each other.”

I knew she was just mad. She could spread that around, sure, but almost everyone knew those two were no shy wallflowers, so I doubted the story would gain much traction. “Like I said…” I tried to soothe her again. “I’m so sorry to have embarrassed you. It wasn’t you girls. I think I’m in love with someone else, that’s all.”

She headed to the door and opened it. She turned dramatically, a real look of hatred disfiguring her normally alluring face. “You’re going to regret this,” she spat and departed, leaving me sitting alone with my thoughts.

***

The Moto GP circus would be shipping off tomorrow. And Team JSR would be heading back to Monterey, California, where I kept my favorite home overlooking Pebble Beach and the Pacific Ocean, before we packed it all up again for the Argentinian round. Normally I’d be excited at the prospect, but as I sat in my lonely hotel suit drinking scotch, I couldn’t seem to muster the enthusiasm.

Again, I saw Summer’s face, smelled that sweet scent of hers, imagined her lips moving over different parts of me. I wondered what she was doing. Was she finding this as difficult as I was?





Summer



What a stupid fucking ho. Such a temptress, so sultry. I mean, who can’t get some mindless hulk to cream in his pants? I thought I was being so sexy, leaving him forever with one untouchable memory, one last, unforgettable addition to his spank bank. So, when I was actually old and withered, in his mind, I’d be forever young, hot and grinding against his cock until he came. Great in theory, but sucked in practice.