Every Soul (16 page)

“So, this is it,” Anthony says, pointing to his modern home.

“I love it! Is the ocean on the other side?”

“It is. Let’s head in and I’ll show you.” Getting out of the car I hear the waves crash onto shore. The noise brings back so many memories. Even though I don’t live far from the water, I don’t visit it enough. Anthony unlocks the wooden front door and gestures me in. At first sight, I can see the vast expansion of water that is the beautiful ocean and I wish I had my camera.

I walk to the back window hearing him shut the door. “Come on, let’s go out,” he says, setting our food down on the table. I follow his lead and go outside. I have to blink a few times to make sure what I’m seeing is for real. The ocean is not but twenty yards away.

“Do you like the water?” he asks me.

“I love it. When I was younger, we used to spend the summers at my family’s beach house in St. John’s, but now that my brother and I are grown, we hardly ever go.”

“Ahh, you have a brother. Older or younger?”

I smile, looking over at him as his hands are tucked tightly into the pockets of his pants. “We’re twins, so there’s not much of an age difference. But if you ask him he’d tell you he’s older by a minute and a half.”

“Do you have a picture?”

“Yeah,” I respond scrolling through the photos on my phone, finally landing on a picture of Bain and I together the last time that he was home.

“I don’t think you two look anything alike. Cool tattoos though.”

“You’re the first to say that, everyone else says we are identical. Maybe you could meet him; he’s coming to visit next week.”

“I would like that.”

Just then, a light breeze swoops through the air, giving me chills, and he wraps his arms around me. I’m not sure what to think of Anthony’s affection. I mean, I like him and I like how it feels to be alone and close to him like this. It’s just not something I’ve ever done with someone that’s really a stranger. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

I shake my head glancing at him out of the corner of my eye. “Well, they really should, because you are.”

Pulling away, I stare at him to make sure he’s sincere. “What’s wrong?” he asks suddenly.

“Nothing. Its just…Do you do this with a lot of your students?”

“No!” he says firmly, with his forehead creased and an expression I can’t quite read on his face. “I told you, if I didn’t get to know you I’d always regret it. There’s something very special about you. Please don’t think I’d do this with anyone else.”

I decided if I got Bain drunk, he’d have a better time and be easier to handle at the game. The problem is the man can handle his liquor. He’s had three beers and a shot of Patrón and the only difference – he’s horny. I’d have to say it was the right decision, though; it’s such a turn on to see him like this. If I thought he was horny before, this is a whole new level of eagerness. For the first two quarters of the game, it’s been nothing, but dirty talk in my ear. As the cheerleaders clear the floor from their halftime performance, an older gentleman comes over and rests his hand on Bain’s shoulder. Bain looks up at him and then immediately stands and the two men embrace.

“Holy shit, how are you, Coach?” he asks.

“Good, good. I think the better question is, how are you?”

“I’m all right.”

“How about your parents?”

“My dad’s good and my mom’s getting there.”

“That’s great news. It’ll take some more time, I’m sure of it. And who’s this lovely young lady?” he asks glancing over at me.

“This is my good friend, Arion,” he responds.

“Arion, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is James Lawrence. I coached Bain through high school.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“Thank you, but please, just call me Coach.”

“Okay, Coach,” I respond, looking into his warm, brown eyes.

“You know, Arion, you better start feeding this boy. He has the draft coming up in soon and can’t go into it looking like this.”

“Funny you should say that. We were just talking about it.”

Bain glares at me and I know right away he doesn’t want me to push the subject any further.
I’ll respect his wishes – for now.

“Did you hear the news about Conner?” he asks.

Bain shakes his head.

“He tore his ACL, MCL, and meniscus. I believe he’s scheduled for surgery this week. From what it sounds like, he’s going to heal and try next year’s draft.

Bain just nods his head and James watches him, reading his expression. “Do you have any idea what this means for you, son?”

“Coach, I don’t know if I—”

He cuts him off and puts his hand up. “Bain, I’ve known you since you were fourteen years old, and I know there is no way in the world you would give up on your dreams of the NBA, much less the chance to be a very high draft pick.”

The players are back on the court and Coach says, “Call me this week, let’s have lunch. I wanna know what’s going through your mind, son. Will you at least do that for me?”

“I promise he will,” I blurt out and instantly regret it, it’s not my place to put Bain on the spot like that. But James doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that will let Bain give up on basketball, and I know he needs someone like him.

“It was a pleasure, Arion,” he says “Bain, I trust that you’ll call me.”

He nods his head and we watch James walk off. I lean on Bain’s shoulders wrapping my arm around him, feeling guilty for opening my mouth. He looks down at me and kisses the top of my head. Inside I feel bad, I know it wasn’t my place to tell James that Bain would call him. However, I could tell that he cares about him and I’m hoping maybe he can talk some sense into him.

The game resumes and I pass him his beer. We watch together, both of us enjoying the intense back and forth battle between these two rivals.

As the teams move from one side of the court to the other, one guy in particular on the opposing team reminds me of Bain. They don’t necessarily look alike; they both just carry themselves the same way. “What position did you play?” I ask.

“Guard. Watch number seventeen right here, he’s a lot like me.”

I smirk at him as he points to the guy I’ve been watching. He kisses me, holding our mouths together and then asks, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I’m not laughing.”

“You might not be laughing, but that smirk is all over your face.”

“It’s always there, silly. Number seventeen, I heard you, and I already had my eye on him.”

“You better watch yourself or you’re not going to make it out of this arena without a rough fucking,” he says strongly into my ear.

“Shhh, I’m focusing.” I pretend to ignore him, watching the men on the court. But it pisses him off. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him clear as day, arms crossed and forearms flexing. If I had to guess, my ignoring him is making him a bit jealous.

“Yeah, I definitely like number seventee—”

He cuts me off by yanking me out of my chair. I barely grab my coat, before he begins to rush me away from the court. Guess I didn’t get him drunk enough, because he’s in total control. Adrenaline surges through me, thinking of what he’s going to do. I’m sure he’ll take me into a restroom and have his way with me. But as we pass sign after sign, directing us to different bathrooms, he ignores them and heads towards the exit.

“Put your coat on,” he snarls.

I comply immediately, just as the brisk air hits me like a ton of bricks. Bain shrugs his coat on and then pulls me tightly against him. Walking to his car, I can’t imagine getting undressed in this weather.

“You like number seventeen, do yah?”

I can’t help, but giggle at his behavior. I was only watching the guy he told me to, now he’s gone all caveman on me, practically dragging me to his car. “You know, number seventeen seems like a great ball handler. Would you mind if I got his jersey? I mean, since you’re not going to play again.”

He opens my door and ushers me into the car. The intensity in his face makes my pussy tighten. “You’re lucky it’s cold right now.”

“Why?” I ask confused, playing like I don’t know what he’s thinking.

“Because I would fuck you every which way in my car.”

“And you think that I would mind?”

He shakes his head, leaving the parking lot in a hurry. As he exits, I think he’ll turn right back towards New Jersey, but instead he goes left and heads into the city. It’s only a few blocks ’til he pulls up to The New Yorker, a lavish hotel, and the hot valet guy opens my door.

I look to Bain and he winks at me, then gets out of the car walking around reaching for my hand, making the valet guy feel very small. As our hands connect and we walk in with no luggage, I feel sort of sleazy, but truth be told, Bain turns me on in a way that no other man
ever
has. I would let him fuck me in the middle of this gorgeous lobby with everyone watching if he so desired.

The ceiling is gold and there is a huge, round chandelier hanging from it.

“Welcome to The New Yorker. Are you checking in?” a cute brunette asks.

“We are,” Bain responds. “But we don’t have reservations.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re booked for the night. You might try—”

He cuts her off. “You didn’t ask what kind of room we wanted. I’d like to book a suite, please.” Then he sets down a black American Express card and his ID.

The woman blinks several times, then responds. “Of course, my apologies, sir.” She feverishly types away with her cheeks the color of crimson. Bain not only embarrassed but impressed her, and I love it. How dare she judge him and assume what he wants? Doesn’t she see the specimen of a man that he is? While we wait, he grabs my neck and whispers in my ear, “We’re not staying the night, okay?”

I nod my head, thankful that he remembered. Then the woman hands him the key and says, “I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding. If you need anything at all during your stay, please let us know.”

Together, we take the elevator up to the top, all the floors ticking by, one by one. Our room is at the end of the hall and as soon as I enter, I see the view. It’s gorgeous and I can’t help, but stop and enjoy it. Looking out into the city, I even contemplate staying the night here.

I can sense Bain watching me, then I catch a glimpse of his beautiful, tall reflection in the window as he lets his coat hit the floor, and pulls his tight t-shirt above his head. Next, I hear the metal of his belt and thud of his shoes being kicked off. The noises, combined with his reflection in the dark sky and city lights, depict everything he’s doing perfectly. Having him naked like this, I begin undressing myself. I turn towards him, looking at his fully naked body. I love that cock and I begin to strip faster. I make quick work of my clothes, then step to him, dropping to my knees like the first time we met.

I take my hand and wrap it around his gorgeous length, holding it tightly. Squeezing and twisting, I begin with a jerking motion before I twirl my tongue over the end, devouring his pre-cum then go down all the way.

He grunts loudly and pushes his hips towards me, holding the back of my head. I don’t stop my movements. I only continue to work him, thankful that I don’t have a gag reflex. Moving his hand, he cups my face, holding my cheek. His hair is messy, like it always is. His light eyes pierce right through me, causing me to move that much more.

I whimper at the closeness, then he takes his other hand and holds the back of my head again. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, he has to have his hands on me, both of them at all times. I continue watching him ’til his eyes roll back into his head and he loses it, releasing his pent up orgasm and rewarding me with a thick coating of his delicious cum all over my mouth.

He tastes so sweet and light, like no other man I’ve been with. “Jesus, I’m sorry, beautiful. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Why are you sorry?” I ask, standing on my feet.

“I didn’t mean to come so…soon.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s what tonight’s about. I want you to come again and again. There are no time restraints here, it’s just us, so let’s forget all the rules for once.”