"Rodrigo is an amazing boxer," I interrupt. "You act as though he has no talent." I try to pull my hands out of his but he just holds on tighter.
"I didn't mean to demean Rodrigo's talent. He's a great boxer, but there are better fighters out there who will never be a part of the World Boxing Organization. I've fought some badass boxers in the underground fighting circuit and these are men that wouldn't be caught dead in the WBO. Pay-Per-View television isn't a dream for them."
He never mentions that what he's doing is illegal. No wonder no one knows he's a part of it.
"So how does tonight work? Is there a referee? Does the fight have more similarities to the WBO or to MMA? Aren't you worried you'll get injured? What if you get caught?" I don't know why I'm so concerned for him because if the WBO finds out he's fighting underground he'll be disqualified, which will make things easier for my father and Rodrigo.
Jase surprises me by pressing his soft lips against mine. I stumble back slightly but his arms are there to catch me. He tenderly touches my waist as his lips start to move against mine. I tentatively return the kiss, allowing my mouth to absorb all there is to know about him with this one kiss. The longer we're connected the more relaxed I become. He's gentle, handling me like I'm made of glass.
He's trying to distract me but I don't care. It's a great first kiss.
My mouth parts as his tongue traces my bottom lip, asking for entrance. My tongue comes out to brush against his and a dull, arousing ache stirs in my stomach.
"Mm," I moan, and then Jase is walking me backwards and pushing me up against the wall. In this moment the kiss turns into so much more. His hands are everywhere–pulling my hair, caressing my breasts, pulling at the hem of my dress. It feels as though he's touching all of me at once, and I'm just standing here allowing him to do it. My only participation is the soft sighs and faint moans I occasionally let slip past my lips.
Just like his boxing, Jase is a professional at the female body. No one has ever kissed me with this much passion before. He's consuming every part of me and I don't know what's up from what's down.
His hand dips between my thighs, slipping past the material of my dress. His fingers meet my lace panties and volts of electricity shoot like fireworks through my body. This is escalating quickly and we should probably stop, but I can't. I find myself slowly grinding against his hand, creating a delicious friction.
His lips slow against mine and I know he thinks we should stop, too, but I want more. My hands trail along his buff arms, up his neck and to the back of his head as I try to take over and kiss him more aggressively. I never want this kiss to end.
Despite the signs that I want this to continue, Jase pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. "That was one hell of a good luck kiss, Rocky."
I fist the material of his shirt in my palms and pull him closer, not wanting there to be any space between us. Brushing my lips against his I whisper, "I was wishing it would be more than just a good luck kiss."
"Your wish is my command...once the fight is over. Trust me, Riley. I want this, too. I'll be lucky to calm down enough to beat the crap out of Maury in the ring."
"I'm wet just thinking about it," I brazenly tease. I'm never this forward with a guy but I have a feeling we might not see each other again after tonight. This might be my only chance to be with him.
"And I've been hard since the moment I laid eyes on you back in the workout room. If you thought you already got your workout in for the night, you're sadly mistaken. I'll be working you out later."
His eyes are pinned on mine and I'm giddy with anticipation. Before I can come up with another slutty retort he kisses me chastely and pulls me back out into the hallway and over to the main room.
The place is packed. We can barely walk through the overflowing crowd. When we reach the ring, Jase slips under the ropes and then pulls me with him onto the canvas. We move over to his corner of the ring and Jase gently pushes me down in his chair.
"You sit here. It's the best seat in the house."
I'm unable to argue before the ref is in the center of the ring with Jase's opponent, Maury, and a large megaphone. I look around the crammed room and can't make out a thing with the bad lighting. Swinging construction lights hang above the center of the ring but the rest of the room is dark. A long, orange extension cord connects the lights to the electrical outlet along the back wall.
Half of the crowd is chanting Jase's name, the other half is chanting for Maury, a scary looking man with damaged features, a missing front tooth, and a bandage under his right eye. The lights from above the ring reflect off his bald head.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let the mayhem begin. The rules are simple. There are no rounds, and the first man to get knocked out loses and has to face this crowd on the way out."
The crowd cheers and shouts so loud I miss the ref start the fight. The next thing I see is Jase block a punch and hit Maury with an uppercut. The jabs go back and forth, both men getting in several good hits, but nothing good enough to knock their opponent out.
Jase looks strong out in the ring. He's torn off his shirt and I'm able to see drops of sweat trickle down his back as he bounces back and forth from his right to left foot. Maury tries and fails several times to nail a good jab in at Jase's face, but Jase expertly blocks each attempt.
Then a perfect storm lands.
Maybe it's Jase getting the right hit in at the right time, or maybe he purposely waited for this open opportunity, but when Maury slightly loses his footing, Jase uses it to his advantage. As Maury's focus is on staying upright, his arms lower slightly, revealing his face he's been hiding expertly this entire fight. Jase takes the moments and lands a clean right hook to the left side of Maury's face.
It's like something straight out of a movie. Everything happens in slow motion. One second Maury is upright and the next he's falling down on his right side–eyelids closed–and he's unmoving on the floor. The ref counts out to ten and then he's lifting Jase's arm in the air and proclaiming him the winner of this fight.
I'm up out of my seat, screaming and jumping in excitement as my feet bounce on the canvas. I'm not sure what I was expecting with this fight but I definitely thought it would last longer than a few minutes. The crowd's energy is contagious as cheers and boos travel through the room. I feel on top of the world right now and I'm not even the one who won the fight.
Jase walks over to me, a huge grin spread across his face and sweat trickling down his forehead. I open my mouth to congratulate him but his lips crash down on mine instead. His arms wrap around my waist. His palms slide down to cup my ass and he squeezes my cheeks as his tongue tangles with mine. Goosebumps spread down my arms at the same time a flushed heat rises up my neck and paints my face.
I should be embarrassed at our public display of affection, but I'm not. We communicate well this way. Jase tastes too good and feels too good for me to be anything but turned on. I savor the taste of mint mixed with salty sweat on his lips. His hard body is deliciously pressed against me. Our make out session is being witnessed by hundreds of people yet it feels intimate.
He breaks the kiss and playfully throws his hand up in the air like Judd Nelson in The Breakfast Club, and then he's quickly hauling us both out of the ring and back down the dark hallway.
I follow him without question, which is something new for me. Independence was instilled in me at a young age, but something about Jase has me trusting his lead. He's not pulling me through this hallway helplessly. He's just taking control of the situation. His authority has me so turned on my nipples could poke holes through my lace bra.
Like a caveman, Jase drags us back into the dark room we were occupying before the fight began. He slams the door shut and locks it. Two steps later he's hovering over me. He cups my cheek softly with his hand and the pad of his thumb traces my bottom lip.
"You're so beautiful. You must get sick of hearing it but it's true. You're stunning." My breath catches at his words. Despite what he thinks,
I don't think anyone has ever called me beautiful before.
His eyes flicker to my lips and then back to my brown eyes. We watch each other for several seconds, his thumb still gliding back and forth along my bottom lip.
The tender moment ends as he dips his head down and closes the distance between us. The kiss is urgent as our lips mold together as one. His hands move to the hem of my dress, pulling it up and off my body as his mouth moves to my neck. My skin is scorching from each kiss as his lips trail down my neck and towards my ample chest. The swells of my breasts topple over my bra as an offering and his mouth moves against them in acceptance.
I'm unable to hold my head up as my body succumbs to the pleasure his lips stir within me. My head falls back against the wall and it's not until now that I realize Jase has moved me back to the exact spot we were in before his fight.
My hands move to the knot of messy hair on top of his head. I pull his hair tie out, his blond locks tumbling loosely over his face. His hands lower the cups of my bra, revealing my large bare breasts. His lips move across my flesh to my hard nipples and his tongue comes out to lick each aroused bud.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to tame the blazing fire between my legs. I can feel the effects of his tongue all the way down to my clit. He has me on the brink of ecstasy and he hasn't even touched my pussy yet.
I pull his hair and his mouth releases my breasts. He looks up at me with green questioning eyes.
"Not here. We can't do this here," I pant out. I can’t believe I was able to say those words to him when the last thing I want him to do is stop. Every touch and every kiss makes me want to stay in this dark, isolated room and beg him to continue what we've started.
He doesn't try to convince me to stay.
He searches the floor for my clothes while I adjust the cups of my bra so they cover my breasts. Jase hands me my dress and I quickly put it back on. Once I'm dressed he reaches for me and tenderly glides the back of his fingers along my forehead, brushing away the few strands of hair that cover my face. The sweet gesture is in contrast to the animalistic way he handled my body moments before. I'm not sure which side of him I like more.
"You're right. Let's go back to the hotel, Rocky."
He captures my right hand in his, and then we leave the privacy of the dark room and make our way down the hall.
The ride back to the hotel is quiet. The radio is off and the windows are cracked, so I let the sound of the wind lull me to a calming rest. I’m not asleep but I allow my eyes to shut as I replay the night I've had so far with Jase.
Jase is silent during the ride, too. I'd almost forget he was driving if it weren't for his intoxicating scent, or the way his hand is subtly resting against my inner thigh, creating a dull ache in my southern region. Every few minutes his fingers slightly inch closer to the V between my legs. His fingers give my inner thigh a quick squeeze each time they creep closer to my center. As we approach the hotel his thumb brushes against me in just the right place and my body trembles, needing him to continue the beautiful friction.
Jase drives us right to the valet stand. He's out of the car and opening the passenger side door before the valet has a chance to help. We head inside, walk briskly past the slot machines and late night players, and wait for an elevator near the back of the hotel.
"Aren't you worried someone from your team or the WBO might recognize you and wonder where you've been all night? If they find out about the underground fight you'll get disqualified and have to pay a hefty fine."
"I don't let myself worry about that crap, Rocky. Everyone in the underground world keeps things close to the vest. Plus, life is wasted if you go around worrying about every decision you make." He leans in and kisses my neck before trailing his lips up to my ear and whispering, "The only thing I'm thinking about right now is whether I'll be going back to my room alone."
His breath tickles my ear and then he's kissing that perfect spot, right below my earlobe, and I melt at his touch. My eyes roll to the back of my head so I close my eyelids and take it all in as his lips continue to kiss down my neck. I hold on to his shirt to keep from falling and reply, "You definitely won't be going to your room alone."
His free hand trails down my back and over the swell of my ass before slapping my ass cheek. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear."
The elevator dings as the gold doors open and an empty elevator cart awaits us. We step inside and Jase slides his keycard for the penthouse level as the doors close. It doesn't take long for his hands and lips to be everywhere on my body. My back slams against the mirrored elevator wall as his lips move against mine. I can't help looking at our reflection on the other side of the cart. We move so effortlessly together.
I lift a leg up and over his hip–his hard length grinding against my core as I watch the reflection of his tight ass thrusting in the mirror. He thrusts forward again and again, teasing me with perfect rhythm and I can't wait until we have some privacy behind his hotel door.
I know we're being reckless. There are so many things we should consider before going down this road. My father could be an issue, or the fact that I just saw Jase compete in a non-sanctioned underground fight. A loyal daughter would be using this knowledge to help her father's boxer win, but right now I'm not thinking like a loyal daughter. I'm letting my emotions and undeniable attraction to Jase take over.
The elevator doors open and we exit but never break our kiss. I wrap my legs around his hips, crossing my ankles over his ass. My hands tangle in his hair as my mouth moves past his lips, down his chin and over to his neck. He tastes better than my favorite chocolate so I lick his skin, trailing my tongue up the side of his neck. He groans as if in agony but continues to move us down the hallway.
When we reach the door to his penthouse he swipes his keycard and the door chirps, allowing us access. He opens it with one hand as his other hand palms my ass, squeezing my plump flesh with his fingers. Then his hand moves lower, underneath my dress and between my thighs. He rubs me through my panties and my lips break from his skin as I hum out in pleasure. My stomach flutters with anticipation of what's next.
I usually like to take my time and relish in the moments before I have sex with a man for the first time. Foreplay can last for hours as we both taunt and tease each other with anticipation for the main event. Tonight is different. Jase and I seem to both be on the same page. We don't need any more anticipation. Our foreplay started in the workout room, moved to his car, the underground fight, and then his car again, and then we hit the moment of climax back in the elevator. I'm done with foreplay. All I want right now is to feel Jase sheathed inside my warmth. I know he's going to satiate this need I have for him.
He moves us to the bed as I rip my dress off and toss it on the floor. I collapse down on my back and watch as Jase grabs the back of his shirt by the collar and pulls it up and over his head. His rippled abs should be hard to make out in the dark room but even from here I can see his tight muscles as he moves closer. He leans down and covers my body with his. His lips taunt me as his breath tickles my sensitive flesh. His mouth moves from my stomach up to my lips, leaving just enough space between us to drive me nuts and beg him to close the gap.
But he doesn't kiss me.
I thought he was done teasing me but it seems he wants to make me suffer and wait some more.
I'm done playing this game.
Pushing up on my elbows, I close the distance and kiss him. Our lips move together fluently. It's not awkward or uncomfortable. There's no wondering if I'm moving my head in the right direction, or if I'm kissing him the way he likes. I can sense his next move without even asking and I know he's enjoying our kiss.
My arms wrap around his body and I trail my fingers down his back, letting my nails gently scrape his skin until I get to the waistband of his sweatpants.
His mouth moves down my neck until he's kissing the spot between my neck and shoulder blade. "Jase, that feels incredible," I gasp as I take in needy breaths.
I move my hands to the front of his pants and make quick work of removing them. He's left in just his boxers and I take a moment to drool over his sculpted form.
"You're staring," he says with amusement as he climbs back over me. "It's only fair that I get to stare at you, too."
He continues his pursuit at getting me naked. My bra is thrown to the ground. Then he removes my panties with his teeth. I slip my hand underneath his boxers and can't help the squeak that passes my lips as I fist his long, hard length between my fingers.
He's huge, which shouldn't be surprising since the rest of him is huge. He's over six foot tall and in incredible shape–of course his erection is just as impressive.
As I jack him off, I let the pad of my thumb trace circles over the engorged head of his cock and I feel a small amount of cum bead at the smooth tip. His hands are assaulting me as well, making it hard to concentrate and give his body the attention it deserves. Before I abandon him completely to enjoy the talented way he's fondling me with his fingers, he's parting my legs and dipping his hips between them.
His hard cock slides between my wet folds, rubbing his length along my clit. He's beaming down at me and I can't help but get lost in the intensity of his gaze. Then the head of his cock teases my opening and my breath catches as I wait for him to fill me completely.
Jase's green eyes continue to peer down at me, silently asking for permission. I bite down on my bottom lip before nodding my head in answer. Of course I want this. I've wanted this from the moment I realized who was running next to me on the treadmill.
Our lips meet again, his tongue tangling with mine before he takes his turn and bites down on my bottom lip. The pain mixes with pleasure and there are too many sensations going through my body at once. I feel as though he's able to touch me everywhere. His mouth is on mine as his hands caress my aroused breasts and swollen clit. He thrusts forward and I practically black out from the last anticipated sensation.
Holy shit.
Jase's cock fills me completely as he rubs against me shamelessly. I feel lightheaded and dizzy–my body deliciously full.
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