“Do you ever wish you’d stuck with basketball?” I ask Merritt as we sit on the side of the court before the game begins. The players are all practicing shooting and doing drills.

“Now that’s a loaded question.”

“Meaning?”

“Have you ever dreamt of doing something, but knew deep down it was too much of a long shot?”

“I’ll have to think about that one.”

Then he says, “Well, for me, that was basketball. It was my life-long dream. I had scouts visiting me in high school, colleges were lined up, and I was ready to take the leap. Duke had offered me a full ride. But at the end of the day, I had a choice to make, and my father is very persuasive. He made it hard for me to say no to him.”

“But you wanted to play basketball more, right?”

“I did, but he offered me more money than I was likely to get in the NBA, and I didn’t have the risk of getting a career-ending injury. He also promised me the company when he retires.”

“But that wasn’t your dream?”

“No, it wasn’t. But, I’ve adapted and grown to love my work.”

“Merritt, that’s like marrying the wrong person because your parents want you to. When you know, it’s wrong. How could you be truly happy?”

“Now, now, Dr. Phil, let’s not get carried away—no one’s getting married.”

He tosses his arm over my shoulder, and I lean into him, hating how terrible of a person his father seems to be. What kind of parent would take away their child’s hopes and dreams for their own benefit?

“You want another beer?” he asks me as the beer vendor walks by.

“Sure.”

He orders us two more, and the game begins. I love how into everything he is. Yelling and screaming, able to call fouls and plays like a coach would. All the while his hand is bracing my thigh, squeezing tighter and tighter, making my pussy wet and my body so horny.

It’s just too bad that he’s not one of the players, ‘cause he should be. I can see the pure love for the game that lives inside of him. No matter what his dad does or what career he chose, nothing will ever take that away.

* * *

“You owe me a hundred bucks,” he tells me as we leave the Nuggets game.

“You know…I blame Ari for that; he’s the one who makes us always bet.”

“You can blame Jesus for all I care, but you shook on it, so you still owe me.”

“Can I pay it off in sexual favors?”

“What does one get for a hundred dollars these days?”

“I don’t know; we can probably ask that girl.” And I point to a slutty looking woman on the corner of the street that we can see through the windows as we ride the escalator down. She looks like she’s out working.

Both of us laugh as we emerge into the chilly winter night. Walking to my car, I can’t seem to get there fast enough, and Merritt is right along with me, holding my hand tightly. “Fuck it’s cold.”

“Yeah, it is. You’d love Texas. Right now, it’s mid sixties at night.”

“God, I’d love to feel that.”

“Come visit me next weekend?”

“No, I couldn’t.”

“Sure you could.”

His offer, as appealing as it is, should be easy to accept. We have fun together, and it seems I’m the happiest when I’m with him. But it also makes me worry about things; I don’t want us to jump too fast, too soon.

Starting the engine to my Jeep, I turn on both of our seat warmers, and he asks me, “So are you coming?”

“Let me look and see when flights are, and then I’ll decide.”

“What’s it matter? Leave Friday and return Sunday. I’ll even pay for it,” he’s pushing me and the offer, as sweet as it is, makes me worry it’ll make him eventually resent me. It happened with my ex. He showered me with gifts, so many of them I couldn’t see straight. In the end, he used it against me, said I was only with him for his money, which is the farthest thing from the truth.

“What’s wrong?” he asks me.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?”

“I know I can.”

Walking inside my place, his hand is around mine, and he’s dropped the subject of me going to see him…for now. I flip on a few lights, and he says to me, “You really have a sick view.”

“Thanks, I love my place.”

While he observes the sights of downtown Denver, I pour us each a drink and then strip naked, doing what Merritt and I do best.

Walking up to him, I can see his reflection in the glass. He’s lost in his own thoughts, and as I stand next to him, he slowly turns his head, a soft growl escaping from his throat.

“Ohhh, you are so bad.”

“You make me want to be bad,” I tell him and he finishes his drink in one gulp and then lifts me into his arms and cradles my body against his as he storms into my room, kicking the door all the way open and tossing me on the bed. I laugh falling against the soft fabric and watch him unbutton his tight, navy blue dress shirt. Then he takes his belt off and sets it on the bed, my heart beating faster, wondering if he’s gonna use it to spank me.

Taking his pants off, his mouthwatering, huge cock makes me so wet, and he asks me, “Where’s the sash?”

I point to my nightstand drawer. He pulls it out, the soft material resting comfortably in the palm of his hand. “How convenient.” Then he scoots my body up on the bed and stretches my arms high above me.

Taking the sash, he knots it around one of the slats in my headboard and then secures my wrist to the other end of it. My eyes move from my hand to his eyes and he asks me, “Is this okay?” I nod quickly, never having been tied up before, but never wanting it more than I do with him right now.

With my other hand fastened in place with the belt, he then takes me by the hips and pulls me as far down the bed as he can. My upper extremities are stretched to the max; I can’t move a single muscle. Everything inside of me is on overdrive. My heart is beating at Mach speed. And he says to me, “If you come visit me, I’ll tie you to my bed for the entire weekend,” and I have to ask, “What are you going to do to me now?”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me and come hard.”

He takes his hand and begins to rub it over my clit. I arch off the bed from the mere touch of his fingers on me, and he says, “Like this?”

“That’s good, but I really want your cock.”

He begins to jerk himself, and I lick my lips.

“You want to suck me?”

“Please.” He hovers over me, holding on to the headboard and I open wide so he can stick himself all the way into my mouth. He pumps in and out of me, my hands are tied so I can’t move and my lips stretched so wide that I can’t say a word. Our eyes stay connected, the way they always do. “God, I love your mouth,” he tells me and grunts, moving even faster.

My pussy is tingling, ready and willing to be played with. But this isn’t about me, it’s about him. As he fucks my mouth, I wait for his cum, but it doesn’t happen.

Then he stops and slowly removes himself from me. Kneeling between my legs, I spread them wide as he connects our bodies. My body tenses from the fullness; his dick is so hard as he shoves into me.

Holding his body up on either side of me with his fists balled, he asks me, “Why do you like it slow?”

“‘Cause I don’t want it to end, so the slower we go, the longer it can last.”

“That’s not true.”

“What do you mean?” I ask him, and he pulls me towards him by the hips, pushing into me as deep as he can. I gasp out loud, a sensation unlike any other runs through me as his cock grinds so far into me.

“Let me show you. I can make you come again and again,” he promises.

A little hesitant, as I’ve never had a man make me come more than once, I nod, and he begins to move. His hands have a strong hold on my body and every time he slams into me, I cry out in pleasure. My tits bounce from the force of him slamming into me, hitting such a sensitive spot inside me, and as he picks up speed, I can’t control myself, letting go and coming hard.

He controls my body, still holding on to me as he robs me of my first orgasm. I bow off the bed in his arms, fighting against the restraints, searching for some friction. However, I can’t find any, and now my pussy is so sensitive, I feel like I could lose it, but he keeps moving.

“Stop,” I tell him, just needing a minute and he shakes his head, barreling faster. “Give in to it, Quinn, let go again.”

Digging my heels into the mattress, I lose all focus on reality as another blissful orgasm runs through me. I scream loudly, shaking under his control and this time I figure he has to stop…but that’s not what he does.

His eyes are carnal, his grunts are the loudest I’ve ever heard, and I look at him bewildered, trying to understand what he’s doing to my body. Then he says to me, “It’s okay, baby…let go again.”

Closing my eyes, I trust in him. Zoning in on the noises in the room…my and Merritt’s moans along with the sound of his balls slapping my ass…pushes me close and as I feel a blast of warm cum fill me, it tips me over, and another orgasm takes over my body. He groans, digging his fingers into my sides.

I don’t fight it or prepare for what is next. I give completely over to the orgasm, and as he pounds me, he comes again, and it won’t be long, soon I will too. Looking into his clear eyes, he’s got one hell of a smirk on his face, and I say to him, “Why didn’t you do that in Steamboat?”

“Because you said you liked it slow.”

He unties my hands, and I rub my wrists. “I thought I did. But had you done that, I might’ve change my mind about ending things after a week.”

“Are you saying you’d stay with me for my cock?”

“Maybe,” I smirk, and he begins to tickle me.

“You’re so bad. Does that mean I can book your flight?”

I thrash from side to side, fighting him to stop, but he doesn’t. The truth is, I don’t want him to…I never want him to stop. “Answer me,” he orders and the words roll off my tongue as if they aren’t my own, “Okay, I’ll come.”