Free Off the Field: Bad Boy Sports Romance by Heidi Hunter, Bad Boy Team

Entourage. As I walked around to the back, I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself. You got this. It’s totally normal. He just needs a massage , I told myself. When I saw the pool house, I walked right in without knocking. Todd was already laying on a table with nothing but a small, white towel wrapped around him.
    “Hey, you made it,” he said, looking at me with a smile.
    His muscular body made me a little weak in the knees, but I put on my professional face and got ready to get down to business.
    “I said I would. Have you been waiting long?”
    “I was just out here thinking,” he said.
    “Yeah? About what?”
    “Nothing important.”
    He was twenty-nine years old, almost a decade older than me, but his lithe and muscular frame was something to look at and admire. I opened my duffel bag and retrieves some oils.
    “We’ll start with some basics,” I said, rubbing my hands together after pouring oil on them.
    I moved to the side of the table. The white towel barely covered his ass. Starting at the small of his back, I rubbed his skin, massaging and kneading it like an expert. He moaned in pleasure, which surprised me.
    “I’ve missed you,” he said suddenly.
    “Yeah?” I continued rubbing his skin, admiring his muscles.
    “Yeah. I’m sorry about everything that happened before. We were just starting to get to know each other.”
    “Money talks,” I muttered under my breath.
    “What?”
    “Nothing. How does this feel?”
    I pressed my hands into his back a little harder and moved to his massive shoulders.
    “That’s good.”
    A comfortable silence fell over the space as I avoided looking at his face and concentrated on his skin. Part of me wanted to slip my fingers underneath the towel to feel his firm ass, but I resisted the urge. Well, until he turned over on the table it fell away, revealing all of him.
    He’s SO BIG! I thought, unable to take my eyes off of his fun-size cock.
    “Oops,” he said in a tone that told me he wasn’t sorry at all.
    I stared at it, unsure of what to say.
    “You can touch it,” he teased.
    I rolled my eyes, trying to play it off, but I found my tiny hand reaching toward his massive member, wanting to wrap my fingers around the smooth shaft. If it’s this fucking big when it’s soft, what the fuck is it like when it’s hard? I wondered as I gave it a few tugs. He put his hands behind his head and watched me work.
    “This is not what I normally do on out call massages,” I said, still looking at the dick.
    “I’ve wanted this a long time,” he admitted.
    “Yeah?”
    “Uh huh,” he groaned as I stroked it up and down.
    It was so large I could barely fit my fingers all the way around it. My other hand moved to his sculpted abs, feeling the hard, tight skin. His cock started to fill with blood, growing even larger and harder. Part of me wanted to see if I could fit even the tip into my mouth, but I didn’t want to go too far. You’re jerking off your stepbrother! I thought. The thought made me wet between the legs.
    “That feels good,” he moaned, which turned me on even more.
    You’re making your stepbrother feel good! I thought, continuing to squeeze and tug at the cock.
    The oil on my hand joined with the precum leaking out of the tip of his dick. My slick fingers moved up and down his shaft faster while I squeezed even tighter. While doing this, my thoughts revolved around the fact what I was doing was so taboo and forbidden. Not only was he an older man, he was my stepbrother. He thrust his hips up slightly every time my hand slid down.
    When his cock twitched in my hand the first time, I realized he was getting close to coming. I slowed down for a moment, wanting to build up the pleasure slowly. He grabbed my left breast with his hand. Even through the shirt I had on, it was a wonderful sensation. I stroked him harder and faster, pointing it toward his chest, which was rising and falling more quickly.
    “Yes!” he cried out as he