In the Ring (BOXER Book 1)

by Rie Warren

  Growling with impatience, Michael took one of my sensitive nipples between his teeth as he attacked my pants. Wandering across my chest with his lips and tongue, he nibbled the other side. My zipper spread beneath his fingers and, grabbing the back of my head, he sunk his mouth to mine for a wet, hasty kiss. Inside my pants, he curled his palm around me and moaned into my mouth.

  He ripped free with a harsh gasp. A perfect pink color stained his cheeks and made his gray eyes a shade darker. With both hands, he jerked my pants and briefs, shoes and socks off in one fell swoop.

  Standing back, he gazed at me with such heat his desire scorched my skin. My stiff cock stood straight up against my stomach. My muscles rippled at his continued inspection. My balls juggled in their low sac as every part of my body screamed for contact.

  “Where’s my surprise, Liam?” His voice throbbed.

  “That’s a secret.” I inhaled and held my breath when his eyes flashed.

  “Turn.”

  I complied, immediately groaning when his hands coasted from my ankles to the backs of my knees, up to my thighs. He brushed his light touch from my glutes to my shoulders and back down my spine.

  “You’ll have to look closer.” I spread my ass open for him.

  Peering over my shoulder, I watched him kneel behind me.

  “Oh, you dirty little devil.” One fingertip followed the crease of my ass until it found and pushed on the silver plug set firmly inside me.

  “Who are you calling little?” My dick was bigger than it’d ever been before.

  Michael didn’t answer other than to curse. The side of his hand slid from my balls to the plug, which he pushed harder.

  Bending forward, I braced my hands on his bed as bone-deep tremors quaked from inside my asshole outward. “Ah, fuck.”

  Throbbing and leaking already, my cock slapped wetly against my belly with each of his gentle prodding motions. The silver plug was heavy. It tugged on my channel, making me continually clench. It pressed against the membrane of skin inside so it almost felt as if the hot metal rubbed my dick from the inside out.

  “Does that feel good in there?”

  “Yeah. So hot. Making me crazy.” I perspired while he played with the plug until I tensed up on the balls of my feet.

  “I bet.” Michael licked across my dammed up hole. “But I think we have to take it out. I want you empty and aching to be filled by my cock. I want your ass hungry and greedy. I want you to beg for me.” He pulled it out with a slow twist and slide.

  “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” I gritted my teeth, groaning.

  “Isn’t that fucking pretty? Look at that red pucker.” His fingertip rested against my convulsing empty opening. “Same color as your lips, baby. And I’m going to kiss this little rosebud, too.”

  It was a good thing he didn’t start the rim job right then, because I would’ve jizzed in ten seconds flat. I couldn’t believe I was in my dream man’s bedroom, bent over his bed, waving my ass in his face as I listened to him praise it.

  Jesus.

  “But not yet, baby.” He sent a loud smack against my flexing butt.

  I jumped up and wheeled on him. “My turn.”

  I spent the next half-minute tearing his clothes off him. I wanted him naked. I wanted him now. I only stopped when I got a good gander at what he wore beneath his pants. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sight of him—those muscles on muscles on his golden body and the slim line of hair down the center of his eight-ten-twelve pack—and the fucking goddamn tiny white jockstrap.

  It was the old-fashioned lace-up variety, and his blond pubes curled over the top. His boner stretched it, and by God, the laces . . . they already started working apart under the strain of his rigid cock.

  “Oh my God, you sexy soccer jock.”

  “You like it?” He framed his package with both hands.

  I played with the laces as his gasps fell across my lips. “Keep it on. I might just come from looking at you.”

  I fondled him through the pouch, enjoying his hissing breaths.

  He wrapped me in his arms and bit along my neck and jaw, groaning. “Not yet, Liam. Don’t want to come yet.”

  I gave one last squeeze then relented.

  Shoving me onto the bed, he crawled after me.

  “Massage time.” His devious smile sent a new burst of shivers across my bare skin. “I think we’ll do the front first.”

  He stretched my arms above my head, but I didn’t need to be urged to spread my legs wider, giving him all the room he needed to maneuver. Then he oiled his hands with a scent that made my head spin.

  The smell was musky and spicy, primal and sensual. Added to that, the lush male visual of Michael in nothing but that goddamn pure white, low-slung, lace-up jockstrap, I was gasping before he even started.

  “Do you like the way it smells?”

  “Uh huh.” I nodded my head to go with my caveman grunt.

  “Then the way it feels is really gonna blow your mind.” His grin was no longer devious; it was downright wicked.

  Something was about to blow for sure, my cock before my mind most likely.

  As soon as his slick fingers slid along my muscles, he spun me within his spell. Michael’s eyes sparkled. He teased me with his fingertips, slicking my skin, infiltrating every one of my senses. He seduced me with each stroke as I turned into a tightly strung bow of the most basic need.

  After thoroughly playing with each tightened nipple, he skimmed those skilled hands to my abs. Alternately touching me with light and rough strokes, he avoided the heavy length of my cock, only nudging against it as if by accident rather than maddening design.

  When I thought he’d move onto my legs, he hovered instead above my chest. The pouch of his jock almost lowered to my mouth. I nosed and nuzzled against him. In the end I had to resort to inhaling through my nose, exhaling through my parted lips, because his strong fingers moved from my palms down my forearms. He massaged each hefty bicep and even circled hard fingertips through the hair at my pits.

  I twisted and bucked and groaned beneath him.

  “Good?” He peered at me.

  I emitted a slow stream of breath. “Unreal.”

  Shimmying along my torso, he kneeled between my spread legs. He gave my feet, ankles, and calves the same luxurious tantalizing treatment. The higher he moved up my thighs, the louder I groaned.

  “There’s one big muscle that needs a lot of attention, doesn’t it, baby?”

  Blinking at him, I was unable to form a response. My dick spoke for me, jumping up from my stomach, seeking his hand.

  “Not yet.” He smoothed his fingers back down both of my thighs.

  “You are evil.”

  “Mmm.”

  I knew he was just as turned on as me. The lacings on his jockstrap had come entirely undone by the sheer force of his jutting cock. That beautiful length breached through the top, the bulb-tip shiny with clear fluid.

  “I want to suck you,” I pleaded.

  He stopped his naughty ministrations long enough to consider my request. “Maybe just a little.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  The Bottom Top

  STRADDLING MY FACE ONCE more, he remained barely within reach of my mouth. I didn’t move my arms from where he’d raised them earlier, eager to show him how much I wanted a taste.

  Crunching up, I licked the burning hot shaft through the lacings until I made it to his engorged head. I sucked on it, nursing the broad cap, poking my tongue into the slit to draw out more moisture. I’d barely gotten the first two inches into my mouth before he withdrew.

  “I wasn’t done,” I rasped through swollen lips.

  Michael’s kiss eased my impatience before he ramped it back up again. He returned to the task of my thighs. Situating both his thumbs tightly on the tendons at the top, his knuckles brushing my balls, he pressed down.

  My thighs spasmed. I arched my back. At that moment, Michael finally lowered one loose fist over my co
ck. He wouldn’t let me fuck into it. He anchored my hips to the bed instead. He jerked me inside his well-oiled hand until my shaft shined.

  Then he let go.

  I gnashed my teeth as Michael manhandled me onto my front. I snarled when he giggled. He giggled?

  “What?”

  “Ass dimples. Precious.” The flat of his tongue slipped across each divot of flesh. Then he growled and lightly bit my left cheek. “This fucking ass, man.”

  Squeezing handfuls of my solidly muscled rump, he licked up and down both globes.

  Michael didn’t waste more time building me up. He must’ve known I was about to blow. All his focus centered on that one tiny opening of my body, the one he would claim as his own tonight.

  At the first wet glide of his tongue, I yelled and bucked back. Diving in, he went for it. I felt his lips, his tongue, and his teeth on my shivering bud. My ass clamped his stubbled cheeks as his jaw worked in delirious circles. My fingers curled into the towel, and I tried to hump against it, but Michael dragged me up to his face with a firm hand clamped around my hip.

  Inhuman noises passed from his lips and into me with each thrust of his plundering tongue. Wet slurps, wild groans, wanton hungry smacks of lips against my opening.

  My cock went ignored. Probably a good thing. One touch and I’d shoot. His fingers found my balls, though. Jesus Christ, did they ever. Pulling, tugging, rubbing all in time to the eating, sucking, ass-fest going on.

  Eventually, Michael withdrew. He gentled me with kisses—on the backs of my thighs and on my sac, all over my rear, and up my spine. I should’ve known he wasn’t done. He pushed me down by my shoulders, and I went without question.

  “Is this the kind of massage you wanted from me?” he asked, before sliding both his slick thumbs into my wet, aching, gaping ring.

  “Yes!” I cried out.

  I was in agony. My skin stretched so tight over my entire body it hummed.

  He added more of the electrifying oil, and more fingers, as the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I pushed my greedy ass back at him, just like he’d said I would. I was so horned up I couldn’t see straight, and all I thought about was cock. His cock. In me.

  Michael’s thick fingers and slick tongue sawed into me, dragging more profanities from my lips. I pushed against the burn and groaned with the deep-seated, never-satisfied, newly discovered pleasure of being drilled and filled.

  “Are you ready for my cock in here, baby?”

  “Fuck, yes.”

  One by one, his fingers departed me. I hiked up to my knees, presenting my ass. My hole felt so empty, it rippled around thin air. I heard rustling behind me.

  “What are you doing? Come fuck me already.”

  “Condom,” he said with a hoarse grunt.

  “You’re clean, right? We get tested like every damn day. I want to feel you come in me.”

  The next sound was the loud snap of a rubber going down Michael’s cock. His warm hand settled on my spine.

  His voice rasped against my ear. “Too soon after Wade. Want to be sure.”

  I didn’t want to think about the W word when we were like this, or ever for that matter, so I bit off my argument. I heard him applying lube to his cock before he squirted more down the divide of my ass.

  “Just don’t fight me this time, champ.” Michael lined up behind me.

  “I won’t. I won’t.” I was too far past anything other than the clawing desperation to have him inside me.

  “I’ll go slow. It’s going to hurt for a bit.”

  “Don’t care. Do it. Do me.”

  The first bump of his cockhead against my ass unraveled another string of swears from me. Braced on my arms, I shuddered as the wide wet head of his cock pressed harder.

  “Push out, baby. Take me in.” Michael smoothed a hand up my back, his other one grasping my hip.

  His lips moved across my shoulders.

  I relaxed my body, willing him inside.

  “Ah. Yes! That’s it.”

  With my forehead crushed to the bed, I pushed against him as he coaxed the fattest part of his cock inside me. I reared up when he breached me, the ring opening and closing around him.

  “Ohhhh!” I yelled.

  “Shh. A little more, baby. Oh God, baby.” There was another sound besides my grunting and his moaning, the cap of the lube.

  Its cool liquid streaked down my cleft and along his cock.

  The wetness aided his entry as he shifted forward.

  It was so full.

  “You’re so tight,” he whispered.

  It was so hot.

  “You’re on fire inside, babe,” he whimpered.

  It was a long, slow, agonizing stretch until his balls rested against my taint and his pubes matted against me.

  “I’m inside you. Oh, Christ, Liam. I’m inside you.” It sounded like there were tears in his voice.

  I craned my head to look at him. He stared in fascination at our joining.

  I’d never felt so close to someone, so utterly owned. I rapidly heated around him, shifting inside—Michael is inside me—to accommodate him. It felt like he nudged against every single sexual nerve ending in my body. The butt plug had opened me but not like this. It was nothing compared to the stretch and breadth of Michael. It was . . .

  “You’re perfect. So perfect.” He didn’t move inside me, but his voice shook. “Can you lift up, baby? I want to feel you against me, all the way. I won’t move, love, I won’t. Not until you’re ready.”

  Slowly rising up, I gasped when the change in position made him brush my prostate. He embraced me, pulling my back against him. His soft whispers and softer stubble rasped the skin of my neck and ear.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  His hands flittered all over my front. When he barely touched my cock, I jerked.

  I shook my head. “Too close. Not ready to let it go yet.”

  “Mmm. Baby. Look at you, perfect sexy ass virgin. You’re so tight around me.” He nipped at my earlobe. “Can I ride you long and slow?”

  “Yeah. Fuck yeah, please.”

  “Like this?” He pulled out a few inches then slid back inside.

  “More.” Reaching back, I grasped a handful of damp, sweaty hair.

  Michael came at me with long sexy slow slides. The lube and his preparation worked their magic. I would’ve been loose-boned in his embrace if it wasn’t for the tearing, clawing need to get fucked—and fucked raw.

  “Don’t treat me like a girl,” I hashed between my teeth when his slow lovemaking made my eyes burn.

  “If I’m going to fuck you hard, I need to see your face.” He swiftly disengaged and pressed me onto my back. “I need to kiss you.”

  His mouth met mine just before he lifted my legs and thrust inside. I clamped my thighs against him, my heels hooked behind his pumping ass. Using my feet for leverage, I put every ounce of wanting him into slamming up to his harder, faster, wilder strokes.

  Our kiss broke. Michael punched up onto his fists. His arms bulged. His chest was a landscape of muscle, and he fucked me like the pure animal he was.

  Raw, rough, muscular, athletic, every fast plunge sucked the oxygen right from my lungs and tore a loud howl from my throat. His hips jammed against my ass. He knocked against my gland until his cock set that bundle of fuck yeah on fire.

  Gasping, Michael slowed. He eased slightly onto his side, drawing my leg up and open. His hips swiveled. He rotated up into me. He pulled out. He repeated his languorous move until I was dizzy.

  “Oh, Christ.” I dug my fingers into his flanks.

  “You’re going to come like this, aren’t you, sexy boy? You like it fast and nasty, and slow and hot.”

  I gulped for air that never seemed to fill my lungs.

  With a palm he oiled in lube, he curled around my neglected cock. “Come while I fuck you. I need to feel it. Make me lose it. I’m so close. Can’t wait.”

  Arching against his deep-thrusting cock and into his slick
wet handhold, I cursed. Locked in position, I rode the extreme highs of my orgasm. My come blasted everywhere. Everything turned white and flashing, then shadowy, hazy.

  Michael groaned my name with each of his last few thrusts inside me. He pulsed his hips, his gaze driving into mine. A soft surge of warmth filled the condom, and how I wanted that come splashing my insides.

  I loved his heavy weight, his sloppy kisses as he came down from a massive testicular blow-out. Rolling to his back, he winced as his dick escaped me. He disposed of the condom quickly, and we lay in each other’s arms.

  “Was I okay?” he asked.

  Leaning up, I looked into Michael’s eyes. Is he for real? “Did I scream your name?”

  “Yeah.” He smiled.

  “Did I beg you to take my ass?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Did I come all over the place?” I kissed his lips and then slid my cheek against his. “I can’t describe it. Divine? Amazing? Awesome? No words, sweetheart.”

  “You made me see stars.”

  I slipped onto my back. “Should’ve made you see dollar bill signs, because you owe me a hundred bucks from our bet.”

  “I think I owe you a ride first.”

  Oh. Hell. Yes.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Fight Night

  MY EMOTIONAL AFTERMATH, OR more likely my mental high five after getting ass-fucked for the first time, was cut short by Saturday Night Fight Night.

  I didn’t get a chance to tell Michael how much he meant to me, or that his lovemaking pushed away all my fears. That sleeping beside him for those few hours I allowed myself were the best moments of my life.

  I’d kissed his cheek, quietly whispering good morning. I’d gathered my clothes, skipping out at dawn. We never woke together except in the middle of the night, when the rest of the world was silent and we could be as close, as loud, as perfectly together as we wanted to be.

  #

  Our trip to Madison Square Garden didn’t require a private jet but rather a cavalcade of black SUVs with dark-tinted windows. We made the mere three-mile drive from Tribeca to midtown Manhattan in a matter of minutes. The past couple of days had been all about final workouts, official weigh-ins, and brisk rub-downs by Michael. He was letting me get into my headspace.