Knockout: A Bad Boy Billionaire MMA Romance (Athletic Affairs)

by April Fire

  I reached my free hand around him and grabbed his ass, squeezing as hard as I could. It felt nice, round and firm. I kept squeezing and pulled him into me. He thrust toward me, pressing his, still-cloaked cock against me. I rubbed myself on his hard shaft, gently circling my hips and moving up and down in a slow, sensual rhythm. I turned around to get a view of the two of us in the sink mirror. I arched my back and bent my knees, pressing myself into him harder as I kept rubbing my ass in circles against his cock. I could feel him growing harder, which didn’t seem possible. How big was he going to get?

  He bent forward, leaning into me and biting my neck hard. I didn’t give a damn if he left marks. Mike had been warned; I’d told him that if he didn’t give it to me, then I would find someone else who would. Maybe he thought I was joking, but still, he should know better than to ignore my needs. What else could he expect from me? I was too young and too full of life to let myself wither away because he wasn’t in the mood to have sex. If he found out — hell, he had it coming. And right now, nothing was going to stop me from satisfying my hunger.

  The stranger’s bite stung. It felt so good, sending ripples of pleasure through my entire body. I reached back and tugged on his belt buckle, working to free his cock from its denim confines. I kept grinding myself against him as his hand reached down and guided mine in its effort to release his pulsing rod. My fingers brushed against the delicate skin of his shaft, causing both of us to shudder in delight.

  I turned around and dropped to my knees, silently begging for a taste of his cock. I felt like a crazed animal ready to devour its prey. My heartbeat shook my body with excitement as I gazed at his manhood. It wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen, but it must have been the hardest. It was solid as a rock and engorged with blood. It was hot, seeping heat into my hand as I began to stroke it up and down with a firm grip. I ran my tongue along his length, from base to tip and was rewarded with a delicious drop of pre-cum that sat glistening on the head of his cock, waiting to be collected. I licked my delicious reward from his swollen head and savored it for a moment before taking him into my mouth.

  I wrapped my lips around his shaft and did my best to gobble him whole. I got his cock good and wet, making it easier to slide down my throat. He grasped the back of my head with both hands, guiding me into swallowing his entire length. I pressed my face into him, feeling him hit the back of my throat each time I bottomed out. His grip on my head became a gentle squeeze as he thrust himself into my face, sending his length deep into my throat. His grip grew stronger as his pace quickened, driving us both into a sweaty frenzy.

  Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up from the ground. “I want to feel you,” he said, roughly pushing my skirt up and out of the way. I took a step back and spread my legs slightly, allowing him more access. His hand guided the head of his cock to my moist opening. He entered, spreading me completely. I felt a slight tinge of pain mixed with pleasure. He let out a groan as he eased himself into me, my smooth, wet skin stretching around his entire length. He pushed himself in fully, balls deep, and cupped my butt cheeks with his hands. He lifted me and placed me on the sink. I prayed it was strong enough to hold our combined weight. He started pounding into me, fiercely — nothing would stop us from achieving release. The tension had built so quickly, so steeply, that it felt like I was on a runaway train. The only thing I could do was brace for impact.

  It felt amazing to be so completely filled up by a total stranger. I didn’t know his name — and I didn’t want to. It didn’t matter; nothing mattered to me anymore, except the feeling of his granite-hard cock fucking the sense out of me. He pounded away, harder and harder. We were both lost in each other; two sweaty animals writhing together in a filthy diner bathroom. I began to feel that distant familiar build-up of pleasure forming in my core. His cock grew even harder and began throbbing rhythmically until he blew his load deep inside me. He let out a low, guttural grunt in my ear and bit my neck hard, sending me over the edge. My body trembled as a pulsing pleasure rolled over me. I pulled the handsome stranger closer in, devouring his mouth.

  The door abruptly swung open. We forgot to lock the goddamned door! “Sorry,” the entrant muttered as he quickly retreated, the door closing after him.

  “Fuck!” I uttered. It was my husband! I recognized the stupid red baseball hat he always wore. I popped my breasts back into my uniform and pulled my skirt down into position. My anonymous lover didn’t seem at all fazed by the fact that we’d just been busted. He calmly stuffed his shrinking dick back into his jeans and began straightening out his shirt. He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away.

  “What’s the problem?” he asked. “I thought you liked doing it in public.”

  “That was my husband who just walked in on us.”

  The blood from his face drained, and his calm bravado waned. He looked frightened, and I’m sure I looked worse. “Give me a boost,” I said as I slid open the window above the paper towel dispenser. He was more than happy to help. I squirmed through the window and he quickly followed, likely desperate to avoid a beat-down from a jilted husband who right this minute might be fetching something to use as a weapon.

  We stood in the alley behind the restaurant, staring at each other. The air around us smelled of dirty fryer oil, grilled meat, and sex.

  “So… we should do this again sometime,” he said.

  “Probably not. No offense; it was fun.” I said, biting my lip.

  “None taken. Hold on a sec…” he said, reaching his hand toward my leg. He gently wiped up a stream of his jizz that was running down my thigh. He held his fingers in front of me, glistening with the last evidence of our carnal escapade.

  I leaned in, and with one long swipe of my tongue, I licked his fingers clean. I dabbed my lips with the back of my hand. “You certainly are some kind of gentleman.” I said.

  “Always, ma’am,” he said with a quick wink, before turning and jogging down the alley.

  Chapter 3

  Boy, was I in trouble now.

  I straightened out my uniform and slowly began walking down the alley. I was in no rush to go back inside the restaurant. I thought of just heading home, or even to a motel for the night — hell, maybe I could just run away and never come back.

  I couldn’t believe what I had just done - I had never cheated on anyone before, let alone my husband. I felt ashamed, and at the same time, oddly proud. I had taken back control of my life. I could do it again, maybe with another customer, if I wanted. Just knowing this made me feel empowered. My sex life no longer had to be a casualty of my husband’s cold demeanor. I just had to make sure that I locked the door next time.

  I turned the corner and began heading back toward the front entrance of the restaurant, my newfound sense of power slowly turning to guilt. I did love my husband, and with good reason. He was a good man who worked hard to make a better life for us, and I truly didn’t want to lose him. Despite my ultimatum to him, I was desperate to find a way out of this mess. Maybe he hadn’t seen my face. Maybe he thought it was Christy in the bathroom, or some random female customer. Or maybe he had seen me and was already on the phone with a divorce lawyer.

  I stood outside the restaurant’s front door, looking at my reflection in the finger-smudged glass. I did my best to hide my nervousness, to play it cool. It seemed that the only thing standing between me and a divorce was the poker face that I had honed over our week-long honeymoon in Vegas. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

  When I finally had the courage to walk inside, Mike wasn’t there. One of the cooks told me that he headed home early. I sent him a text, but didn’t get a response. The rest of my shift seemed to take an eternity. I had a stony look on my face and my smile felt fake, and several customers asked me what was bothering me. I said I had been feeling a little under the weather, adding it was nothing a good night’s sleep couldn’t fix. I just didn’t know if I would be sleeping alone from now on.

  I called home before leaving, but t
here was no answer. I drove home in silence, thinking of our little one bedroom apartment, wondering if it would be empty when I arrived. Maybe all my shit would be packed in boxes and lined up outside ready for a yard sale… or a bonfire.

  My heart pounded as I slipped the key into the lock of our apartment door. I felt a certain sense of relief as I heard the familiar click of the deadbolt releasing — at least Mike hadn’t changed the locks.

  The sound of soft music struck me by surprise as I stepped inside — it was the last thing I had been expecting. Mike greeted me with a smile and a single, long-stemmed rose. He was wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans. The top button was undone, so they hung even lower than normal, revealing the hard muscles of his abs. I had always found him handsome, if a bit nerdy, but tonight he seemed so masculine, so strong.

  I stood in front of him, in awe of his chiseled good looks and permanently sun-kissed skin. He stepped closer to me, and the nervousness I felt began to melt away. I looked into his dark brown eyes and felt loved, deeply, for the first time in ages. I realized that I would never be able to forgive myself if I had ruined things between us.

  He took my hand in his and led me to the bathroom. He had drawn a bubble bath and placed candles around the edge of the tub. I opened my mouth to speak, but he planted a gentle kiss on my lips, preventing me from uttering a sound.

  “I realized something today,” he began. “I haven’t been a very good husband to you lately, and I want to make things better between us.” He kissed me, passionately, as he began to undress me, my clothes falling to the tile floor. He helped me into the tub and then pulled his jeans down. “Let me spoil you tonight,” he said, easing himself into the water behind me. I felt his already hard cock press against my lower back.

  This was shaping up to be an amazing night.

  THE END

  Excerpt from Unexpected

  Chapter One

  As he walked down the aisle for the second time, I felt the world tilt sideways.

  I reached out to grab something, anything, to steady myself, but I knew nothing would make this better --- nothing would make this go away. The entire room was achingly silent as we watched him make his way back down the aisle, striding quickly as he tried to avoid eye contact with anyone in the pews around us. Instead, I felt their eyes on me; felt the overwhelming sympathy and embarrassment as they took in what had just happened to me.

  The bridal party exchanged looks around me -- I could feel them, but I didn’t care to look at any of them. After all this planning, all this time, it had all been called off with a soft “I can’t do this” only moments ago. Talk about an anti-climax.

  Finally, someone coughed out there in the pews- there were at least a hundred people, but each and every one of them had been utterly silent since the news broke. My head snapped up as I tried to figure out who had made the noise, tried to place it -- but it was futile. The silence was broken, and suddenly a wave of whispers overtook the crowd, and what had actually just happened hit me like a ton of bricks.

  Without lifting my head, I paced quickly away from the altar, towards a small door to the left of the chapel that would let me back out into the hotel. I heard some footsteps behind me, some muttered conciliation, but I ignored it. I didn’t want it. How could I? What had happened here, it would never leave me. This was a life-ruiner, a game-changer. Nothing would be the same after this.

  I made it outside before the tears started to fall, and when they did, they came fast and hard and hot, pouring down my face. I blindly groped my way back up to the hotel room. I’d slept there last night, excited and a little nervous, in preparation for everything that was going to happen the next day. How could I not have seen it coming? How could he have hidden this from me? Why did he wait till the moment we were supposed to pledge our lives to each other to tell me that that was the last thing he wanted?

  Tam, I needed to find Tam. My maid of honor, my best friend, the only person who might be able to drag me out of the mess I’d found myself in. As soon as I was in my room, I reached for my phone and pulled up her number, quickly dialing and holding it to my ear. She would probably already be pursuing me, and she was almost never without her cell, tapping out messages to unknown suitors.

  Before she could answer, I heard a knock on the door. I apprehensively went to answer it- but as soon as I saw who was there, I threw it open.

  “Tam,” I managed, and went to put my arms around her. She looked beautiful, long dark hair tied up in a delicate bun at the top of her head, the gorgeous dress we’d picked out together hugging her waist and skimming over her hips. She stepped out of the way of my hug before I could get to her, and pushed past me into the room. She seemed…off.

  “What is it?” I asked, a little resentment bubbling in my chest. Why wasn’t she looking after me? Even offering a scrap of comfort? After everything that had happened…

  “Kyra, I’m only going to say this once,” she finally turned to me. “Because David was meant to, and he obviously pussied out.”

  “Huh?” I blinked at her stupidly. What was she trying to tell me?

  “David and I are together,” she replied bluntly, not meeting my gaze. “We never should have let the wedding get this far. I’m sorry, but we’re leaving together. We’re doing it now.”

  “W…what?”

  Her words bounced around my head, catching on the corners of my brain as they went. No. No. This couldn’t be right. The two people I loved most in the world, they wouldn’t do this to me. They couldn’t. They loved me too. Didn’t they?

  “I said, I’m only saying it once,” she snapped. “Look, I’m sorry it had to happen like this. But we’re in love and we’re not going to hide that anymore. Good luck with…everything. I’ll get rid of the guests so you don’t have to deal with them.”

  And with that, she was gone. I stared at the space she had occupied for at least a minute, blankly trying to take in what she had told me. At first, I refused to believe it. She must have been covering, trying to hide something he’d done, something worse that she didn’t want me knowing. But then…the pieces began to slot together.

  I downed the entirety of the complimentary bottle of champagne that had been delivered to my suite that morning as it finally became obvious that what she had told me was true. The nights he would go “out of town” matched up with all the times she’d been out with some mysterious guy, the guy whose name she’d never given me.

  All the little looks I’d seen them exchange, and been proud of because it meant that my best friend and my husband-to-be were actually friends, and how many women got to say that and mean it? Those times when I’d left the room and returned to find them both looking…different. All the times when I’d cast it off as nothing, because the alternative was awful. The alternative was this.

  A few other people came by my room, tapping on my door; Mom slipped a note under it, telling me that she would be back home when I wanted to talk and we could figure things out. That she and Dad were thinking of me but knew I needed my space.

  A hotelier dropped by to call through the door about cancellation fees. Another couple of knocks that I refused to answer, too exhausted and drunk and devastated to think of much else. And then, late in the evening, when I’d assumed that everyone had already left, another knock came. This one was firm and heavy- three short, and two long. I lifted my head, dashing the tears away from my eyes as best I could manage.

  “Hello?” I called out, my voice wavering.

  “Uh, Kyra?” A voice I recognized came drifting through from the hallway outside. “Can I come in?”

  “Sure,” I sighed, and went to open the door.

  The man standing outside I hadn’t seen in years before that day; like David, he’d attended the same high school as me. Jones and David had been best friends, sporadically keeping in contact after Jones left to chase a career playing football- I was surprised when David invited him along to the wedding, as his best man no less, and even more so when
Jones agreed. Still, at that moment, I was glad to see a friendly face, even if it was one I hadn’t seen for such a long time.

  He ducked under the door- at well over six feet, he had to just to get into the room. He towered over me, all strong arms and lean muscle, as he made his way to to the bed and sat on the edge. He was holding a bottle of wine, and proffered it out to me once he sat down.

  “You want some?”

  “I’ve already had enough today,” I shook my head. Then I took the bottle from him anyway, opened it, and took a swig.

  “Yeah, I don’t think there is enough alcohol for today,” he commented, smiling at me sympathetically.

  “Is everyone gone?” I asked as I finished my swig, and he nodded.

  “Yeah, everyone’s out,” he ran his fingers through his dark brown hair, messing up the perfect styling he’d had done for the wedding. “I told them that I wasn’t going till I saw you, though.”

  “Thanks,” I replied, feeling myself choking up again. I swallowed my tears and nodded towards his suit. “I think the last time I saw you this dressed up we were at prom.”

  “That long ago?” He grinned, playing along, knowing I needed to be distracted. “Don’t remind me of that.”