Page 28 of High Baller

"Fine, yeah, the game,” Finn says. “I had no idea what was happening, and the points kept changing. It would go from two points, but then one point, and there was a shot that added three points, which confused the crap out of me. So, good luck to you.”

Great, if they didn't understand what was happening, how the hell am I meant to? Finn enjoys his sports—told me everything about the NFL, so I thought he’d have had an idea on this too. Looks like it's going to be me, wine, and a takeaway in bed tonight.

“Are you going to tell me what we're doing in LA for two weeks?” I ask Calvin. He’s keeping everything very quiet on what's happening. I even asked if I need to buy anything, and he said no, as it’s all taken care of. So, I think Trey knows what’s happening, too.

“No, do you not trust me?” Calvin asks, knowing very well that I don’t trust him.

"After my twenty-first, second and third, no." On my twenty-first, we got arrested. I can't even remember what happened that night; I was out of it. My twenty-second, he took me to the fancy five-star restaurant, and we both ended up with food poisoning, which I can't really blame him for. Then, last year, he booked us a bouncy castle, and let's just say they're fun unless you have too much to drink. We still have no idea how that thing deflated on us. There was a good eight of us getting trapped inside as it went down, but it was funny.

"No, this year, I promise it’ll be a good one. And this year, you have a boyfriend too," Calvin tells me, but I still don't trust what he has planned.

“Don’t want to know anyway.” I stop at the pretzels place to get a cinnamon one.

"Yes, you do, and you hate that you don't know. But, I've got you a gift I know that you'll love." Now I'm trying to think what I told Calvin that I really wanted. He always listens when I tell him what I'd like, or looks through my Instagram, as I'll post a picture on there saying something like 'can't wait to own this.' "You're going to go crazy thinking what it is now." They both start laughing.

They're right, though.

I take a picture of my pretzel, ready to post to Instagram. And as promised, I send it to Trey, too.

***

Sitting on the bed with the TV on, I start looking through Basketball for Dummies. I've been reading for about thirty minutes now, I still have no idea what this sport is about, so I thought a game would help a little. Filling my glass with some wine, I lean back on the bed frame and start the game.

A knock at the door grabs my attention, and because Calvin and Finn have gone out for dinner, leaving me all alone, I wonder who it could be. Opening the door, I look up, and I'm met with the sexiest smile in the world.

“Trey, what are you doing here?”

Without saying a word his lips crash into mine. He walks me backwards into the room, kicking the door shut behind him with a slam. As he pulls away from me, our eyes lock with each other. The hunger in the depths sends a shiver down my spine.

"I've been hard since I got on the plane," he growls close to my ear, then kisses me. Softly to start, but then growing with hunger as the heat builds between us.

Trey begins to walk me further into the bedroom. My legs hit the bed, and I fall. He steadies me and lies me down, his hand caressing over my body. In one smooth motion, he pulls my top over my head. His hands are back on my body, slowly moving down my arm, stopping at my stomach, then the edge of my panties, all while nuzzling my neck and kissing me with so much passion. I love it when they kiss that one part of your neck that just has you arching your back, like it's hitting every spot in my body.

I run my hands down his chest, over his rippling stomach, and stop as I get to the zipper of his jeans. I pop the button, and slowly pull the zipper down. I’ve wanted to see his hard cock since last night when we were on the phone. He teased me just as much as I teased him.

Breaking away from my lips, he stands up and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Oh, I do enjoy eyeing up a man that looks after their body and, God, Trey does. I’m able to see every muscle on his sexy body.

He starts to pull his jeans and boxers down as I scurry to the end of the bed. I look up at him, then my eyes slowly move away from his. I begin to travel down, slowly licking my lips, placing butterfly kisses on his abs. My pussy is starting to get wet. My gaze stops, and I can't take my eyes off his long, hard, thick cock in front of me. Fuck, this is going to be amazing. I can't wait to get him inside of me.

I bring my hands slowly down his abs. I take Trey’s dick in my hand and start to stroke him. The tip of his cock is glistening with pre-cum. I look up and see him watching me as I move closer to the tip.

I lean forward, slowly licking my lips, and then swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.

"Fuck," he groans. "I don't think I can let you do this. I'm not going to last." He presses his hand to my cheek, slowly moving it to the back of my neck to pull me away from him, but I push him back a bit and kneel in front of him.

“Shh.” I look up at him as I take him deep into my mouth. I start to suck him hard as I taste the pre-cum—salty, but not too bad. I feel his hand in my hair as I suck him further in my mouth. I gag a little as he hits the back of my throat. I hear Trey moaning, and lift my head to look at him, and see his eyes are closed. Just as I'm about to look back down, our eyes meet, our focus locked, and his glassy stare is enough to tell me that I'm doing the right thing.

I find my rhythm, my head bobbing up and down.

"Fuck, shorty, I'm going to come," he moans.

I pull away just enough to tell him not to stop. My mouth is back on him, my hand playing with his balls. I hear him moan as I begin sucking him hard. Taking my other hand at the base of his cock, I start pumping him as I continue to bob my head, sucking hard, massaging harder.

"Mmm." My moan around his cock sends vibrations through his thick shaft.

"Sky, fuck."

I feel his warm cum hitting the back of my throat, holding him inside to make sure that I swallow every drop of him. I suck one last time, and as I release him from my mouth, I look up and lick my lips.