by Xavier Neal
“Did you have fun tonight?”
I shrug as I land on the cooking channel, something I won’t have to concentrate on, which is good because we’re gonna make out.
Whether or not he knows it, that’s what’s gonna happen. Some combination of the liquid bravery, sexual frustration, and realization that the chance for many more of these moments is small makes that decision easy. In case you were wondering.
“Yeah. I think Erin likes the new bartender.”
“Really?”
“You should see her around him. She’s a whole other level of bitchy. I think it’s because she doesn’t know what to do with herself when he’s around.”
A hum leaves Logan and I turn to see him lying on his side staring at me. His blue eyes seem to have a predatory look that gets my heart thumping hard. His hand slides across my stomach and there’s an immediate reaction between my legs.
He leans down and lets his lips feather across my jaw line. A sharp gasp escapes me and my eyes roll back.
Damn that’s good.
“Maxx…” his voice drifts, as do his lips. His tongue peeks out, taking soft licks at an unpredictable rate. The heat between my hips grows.
“Hm?” I manage to respond as his hand slips under my t-shirt. Another small gasp leaves me.
“Can I ask you something?” The words are hot on my ear, and the moisture from my pussy begins soaking my thong.
Lord have mercy. Sweet torment.
“Yeah…” My voice whispers in return, the feeling of his fingertips grazing the tops of my breast.
“Have you let Tony touch you here?” His question is followed with a gentle nip on my earlobe forcing a mewl out of me. Not being able to voice the answer I shake my head as his thumb slowly swipes my nipple. “What about here?” Another short cry comes out of me as he gives my nipple a small tug. His hand travels over to the other breast and repeats the action. My breath is short from my inability to recuperate.
I can’t fucking believe this is happening.
Logan’s hand slides down following the curves on my body to my inner thigh. “Here?”
I shake my head lazily rocking my hips towards him in hopes that he’ll take the hint.
Please take the goddamn hint.
Instead he lets his lips give my neck a good suck as he continues this delicious misery. Finally his hand slides over the outside of my thong, which to say is soaking would be an understatement.
“Fuck you’re wet.” The words make me more so. “Is that for me?”
Like I’m not even in my own body my head nods as my body rolls up again hoping he’ll end this agony before my demise.
Seriously. What the hell is the goddamn hold up? I’ve waited years for this!
“Tell me,” he demands, his fingertip making small circles on top of my underwear covered clit. I whimper loudly. “Tell me this is mine.”
In a voice I don’t recognize I cry out, “Yours Logan. All yours.” Like the expert he is, he slips his hand under my thong, slides a finger inside me, and cause my body to arch up off the mattress as I call out his name, “Logan…”
His thumb starts small circles around my clit as he pushes his finger deeper, “Mine.” The tone is animalistic. Coated in testosterone and dripping in domination. Between the combination of the word, the pressure, and the fact no one has touched me like this in years, my core clenches around his finger. He softly groans in my ear, “You’re gonna come for me.”
Not a question. Not a request. A fucking command.
My walls clench again as he gently starts pushing in and out, slipping an additional finger in after only a brief moment. I cry out his name in pleasure again. I can feel my orgasm pleading to get out of me like someone trying not drown. What I’ve always thought of as a long process is now the shortest it’s ever been.
God, he really does know what he’s doing doesn’t he?
As if hearing my thought he licks my earlobe and I moan his name again, louder this time, more urgent. I don’t want him to stop, but I know that I’m so close I can’t fight it. “Logan…” my whimper is a warning. Sensing it he rests his forehead against mine as my breathing becomes nonexistent. With one final rub, I’m coming apart, thrashing up to meet his touch as my orgasm rushes out of me leaving my head reeling, his name falling from my lips again and again.
His fingers slip out of me as he moans in my ear one final time. “Mine.”
I struggle to lift my eyes open, but can barely do it.
Not only was that better than I dreamed, it actually made the ones I fantasized about look like scenes from a bad teen movie. A very awful teen movie.
My breath leaks back into my lungs after several long attempts, which is when I notice that Logan is no longer lying beside me, but standing up. The triumphant smile on his face is followed by him saying, “You look fucking beautiful when you come.” Before I can say thanks for the strange ass compliment, Logan turns and disappears out of my room leaving me in the exact same state I left him in almost a week ago.
Ugh. Karma is a bitch.
Chapter 14
Logan
With a final huff I hop off the treadmill and toss a towel around the back of my neck, sweat pouring from my forehead. Fuck, I’m ready for a shower. I grab my gym bag, swing it over my bare shoulder, and head towards the front when Will stops me.
“Yo Kellar,” he calls out leaning against the check in counter.
“Yeah?”
“Wade’s got a family thing that he’s gotta disappear for awhile to take care of. Think you could help out and take his place a few times a month with the young ones?” I pause and fold my arms across my chest. “Nothing permanent. Just come in and watch them spar, give tips or even advice. Just an extra eye. It’d be a big help.”
My immediate response is to shut him down.
Not really my scene. But you know, Will has done a lot for me, and before I could afford a membership he took a chance on training me. I owe him.
“Yeah. Just let me know when.”
“I’ll let you know with plenty of time in advance. And I know not to bother you on Fight Night or the day before.”
“Exactly.”
“Appreciate it.” Will nods at me and I continue on my way. I’m dying to get home.
Behind the wheel of my mustang, I begin drumming to a song on the radio. To no surprise Maxx begins creeping in on my mind. She loves this song.
Girl can’t carry a tune to save her life. She takes tone deaf to another level.
Whenever she’s around me she sings at the top of her lungs.
Fuck, now I’m smiling.
After I finger banged her a couple nights ago, I left. It took every muscle in my body to do it, but I did.
I deserve a medal for that shit.
Watching her come undone for me was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted to just plunge myself inside and make a new home, fuck everything else. I always figured that if Maxx and I ever crossed that line, shit would be complicated. That she’d be demanding more from me. That she would try to force something from me that I can’t give her, yet here she is…just taking the little bits I can offer.
She has to be the most amazing person in the world. I know you see it too.
Lately, when I’ve had time away from her, I let my mind wander to what it would be like if we were actually a couple. To go to bed with her and only her.
I sound like such a pussy.
They’re stupid fucking thoughts. No matter how dumb my daydreams are, lately I can’t shake them.
If it makes up for it, Maxx is naked in most of them.
At home, the house is empty, and I get in the shower figuring that Erin and Maxx should be home any minute. Lucky for me I don’t have to share a bathroom. When
we moved in Erin demanded that she get the master, and the idea of Maxx having to share a bathroom with my random conquests seemed cruel, so I got the second biggest room with the bathroom attached, leaving Luke and Maxx stuck sharing. Neither of them seems to mind.
The warm water rolls over my shoulders and a short grunt leaves me. Suddenly, I hear the sound of my bathroom door opening.
What the…
“Hey Logan.” Maxx’s voice fills my bathroom to my surprise.
Unsure of what to think about her in here, I try to still my voice as my dick stiffens. She’s not here for you. Only thing you’re getting dude is a wash and now maybe a self applied hand job.
“Hey Maximus. What’s up?”
“Do you know if Luke is coming home? I tried to text him and never got a response.”
“Yeah,” I call over the water. “Met him for lunch. He picked up a shift tonight.”
“Erin’s going out for a drink with some friends,” she informs me.
And that’s when the shower curtain rips open and Maxx is standing in front of me completely naked.
Holy mother of God, Batman.
She looks like she slipped out of a Playboy magazine. Her tits sit perfectly like they were bought and paid for, her curves are smooth and inviting, hips wide with a perfect round ass I wanna grab. This has to be a dream. This has to be a fucking dream.
And I swear to God if I am dreaming and you wake me up, I’ll kick your ass.
“Maxx….”
She climbs into the shower, shoves me against the tile wall, and pushes her lips against mine sucking my top lip into her mouth. Feels exactly like a dream. Our tongues briefly touch before hers starts to travel downward on my neck, across my collar bone, down my chest, and after a swipe across my nipple I let out a long moan.
“Fuck…”
Her tongue continues on a path all of its own and I know I should stop it.
She shouldn’t be doing this. She’s not gonna do what I think she is. No fucking way. There’s no way she’s gonna—
Maxx’s tongue licks the drop of precum from the tip of my cock and I let out a loud growl.
“God…”
And that’s when her jaw drops, her warm mouth slides down my shaft, her hand cups my nuts, causing my head to hit the tile with a thump. She rolls her tongue slowly and deliberately taking her time, yanking me to the edge before I’ve even had a chance to enjoy myself.
No. I can’t fucking come just like that.
I let out another moan and try to still my breathing hoping it’ll help but fuck….the way her tongue is running up and down my cock, I barely stand a chance. The water is rolling down her body like a porn shoot, pulling that orgasm along like a dog on a leash.
“Fuck Maxx…” My fingertips weave in her wet hair that’s starting to wave, grip tighter and pull her closer.
She keeps the speed steady, increases pressure, does a small spin trick before pulling me towards the back of her throat. That’s it for me. Like some juvenile who’s never had a girl on his cock before I let go with a sharp, “I’m coming.”
Like a greedy kid sucking the last of a milkshake she swallows every drop until my knees are buckling. Stunned, I watch as she pulls herself up, pecks me with a kiss on the corner of my mouth, and then vanishes like some sort of blow job Houdini.
My body slides down against the wall, exhausted, confused, and relaxed. With the feel of Maxx’s lips still ingrained on my body I rest my arms on my knees, lower my head, and shut my eyes.
I don’t know what the hell just happened but that was amazing.
Once I get my shit together, actually shower off, and change into sweat pants, I head straight for the kitchen where I find Maxx sitting on the edge of the counter dangling her feet, snuggled into one of my old t-shirts with a pair of yoga shorts on and wet hair piled on top of her head.
Damn she looks beautiful. And no, not just because she just had her lips wrapped around my cock. Thank you very much.
I guess I stare at her longer than I realize because she giggles. “What? Do I have whipped cream on my nose?”
“No.” I grab the bowl of chocolate, vanilla swirled ice cream that has whipped cream and chocolate syrup on top.
Maxx moans after taking a long bite and I find my cock rising for another around. Clearing my throat I lean against the counter beside where she’s sitting in hopes that she’ll miss it.
“Oh!” Her voice squeaks. “I got you something for tomorrow night.”
Confused I take another mouthful. “What?”
She leans backwards, stretching her frame, her tits rising, her nipples now hardened and having my attention.
You know, I should really return that favor. Besides her nipples would taste even better than this ice cream.
Before I can act on it, she hands me a white box with a black ribbon bow tied around it. “Here.”
I put the bowl down, give the ribbon a pull and open the lid to see a roll of white boxing tape with the word ‘Lucky’ plastered on it along with dice. A huge grin expands across my face. “Trying to tell me something?”
“No.” She rolls her eyes. “I know you’re not lucky, just a fantastic fighter. I got it because tomorrow’s theme is Vegas and gambling. It would be fun if you joined in on it.”
“Vegas huh?” I put the box down and pick up the ice cream again. “What are you gonna be wearing?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see like the rest of my adoring fans.” She pretends to be fawned over before having another bite of her own dessert.
Fucked up thing is I do fawn over her. Like a goddamn pussy.
“Apparently guys really like seeing me dressed up like that.”
“Can’t blame ‘em.” My shoulders shrug. “But to be honest I think this look is hotter.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, okay. That’s why the girls you bring into your bed are all dressed like low class hookers? Because you think this,” she points to her attire, “is hotter.”
“They’re brought into my bed because I already have this,” I point back at her and her wardrobe, “in my life. I don’t need another.” Maxx’s throat takes a deep swallow as her brown eyes light up like I just hit the jackpot.
Fuck. I shouldn’t have said that. I meant every word and even the ones I didn’t, but I can’t be that guy who she expects to put that sparkle in her eyes. She’ll just get hurt. Hurt worse than any damage I’ve ever done in the ring. And trust me when I say I’ve done plenty of damage.
Clearing my throat, I nod towards the package. “Thanks for the thought by the way.”
Maxx doesn’t say anything else just nods and finishes her bowl of ice cream before rushing up to my room to set up the console up for the game. Once my bowl is in the sink, I grip the edge and stare down at it. It’s empty. Like me.
Level with me for a sec would you? How can I be expected to give myself to another person when there’s nothing here? And how can someone like Maxx full of life, want to give herself to me knowing damn well how hollow I am?
Chapter 15
Maxx
I tug at the fitted black corset top that runs a high risk of letting my boobs fall out. I need this stupid thing to come up just a little more. I tug again. And again. And again until I feel like my chest is going to suffocate.
I should fire Erin for this.
“I can’t wear this.” I turn to Erin who is busy checking her phone for something, looking easily drop dead gorgeous in a similar outfit to mine except instead of a tight, short black skirt she’s got on black high waisted, skin tight satin shorts with the word ‘Lucky’ on the ass. Her corset is strapless, mine has very thin pieces of string that are not worthy of being called material. Instead of being bare legged like me, she’s got on fishnets. Me, heels, her, stiletto bo
ots. And while I’m lucky to get to wear this cute tilted top hat, she’s filled her hair with numerous curls.
Is it just me or are her outfits always easier to handle than mine?
“You say that every fight,” her voice chimes in, her face still not looking up.
“God.” I tug again, my boobs jiggling like some bad porn video.
At least they’re perky even though I feel I look cheap. Besides, my job is to please the crowd and the ladies get it done.
“I’ll be thankful when we hire someone.”
“You’re in luck.” Erin slides her phone in her pocket. “Frank said he hired someone earlier this week and that she’ll be by for us to check out mid next week.”
Great! If she’s worth it. If she is then there’s only one more Fight Night for me. Only one more night to be slutted up before I can pass the torch and focus on what I really get paid to do. Organize.
“I swear if my boob falls out of this top Erin—”
“It won’t. Now get going! You’re gonna be late.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” I snatch my signs from where they’re leaning beside the door and head towards the ring.
Music starts and I do like I’ve done the last couple of Fight Nights and strut the stage like I’m queen of the world.
It’s all a game. But you know what? I kind of like the confidence boost I get from the cheers in the crowd. It’s refreshing. Kind of like the Logan situation. But please don’t get me started on that. Now’s not a good time for me to be weak in the knees. I already suck with balance in these shoes.
With my sponsor sign held high, I do my best to keep a smile plastered on my face, hiding the fear that my tits are going to come spilling out for the entire world to enjoy.
No extra shimmy today.
“And now….He may be lean, he may be mean, but he is an unstoppable machine…Robot!” The D.J. announces as I hold up the decorated Robot sign. Best part of these signs is when I pick them up from the sign maker. The look he gives me never fails to make me laugh.