by M. L. Young
He rolled the condom down his cock and pulled out a tiny bottle of lube before dripping a few drops down and rubbing it in. He pulled me to the end of the bed, like I was as light as a feather, and I soon felt his latex-wrapped head rolling around my clit. I propped myself up with my elbows, looking down, while I held one leg up and he held up the other.
My mouth was open and my eyebrows softened as he pushed himself into me, the girth of his huge dick stretching me slowly and making me flex my abs. “Fuck!” I yelled, likely heard by every room nearby.
“Shit, you’re tight,” he said, thrusting in and out slowly, as it became easier each time.
I thrust my head back against the bed and moaned like a cat in heat while I felt every long inch of him coming in and out of me. My arms pressed against the bed, my eyes shut, while he reached forward and grabbed my bouncing tits, playing with my nipples. I loved it, loved the feeling of him, and I knew the buildup over the past five weeks was well worth it. I wished it would never end.
He pulled out, and I changed positions onto my side, but not before looking at his dick and seeing all the cream I’d put on him. I’d only done that once, with a vibrating dildo, and it wasn’t even as much as with him. I knew it was more than just because of his size, his girth, but because of him alone. I didn’t want to be with anybody else.
I got onto my side, my head on a pillow, and he lay down behind me, raising my left leg up before sliding himself in. He went slower, the position calling for it, before I looked back and saw his lips there. I kissed him, nibbling his bottom lip a little, while his other hand, the one I was lying on, played with my breasts and didn’t stop.
His dick somehow felt different in this position, like it was a completely different experience, as it pushed upwards more and against my G spot. I crumbled, telling him not to stop in between kissing, as I felt the electricity come over me. I was so close to finishing, something I didn’t do all that often, and I knew I needed to right now. I wanted him, all of him, to make me orgasm, and I wanted to feel the ecstasy that only he could give me. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.
“I’m close,” he whispered.
“Don’t stop,” I said, my eyes shut.
I felt his balls glide along my leg as I sat on the cusp of the best orgasm of my life. I waited, long, agonizing seconds, before I gasped, my eyes shooting open and my pussy tightening. I couldn’t breathe, clenching my abs, as the warmth and electricity shot all over my body and made my nipples as hard as diamonds. I finally gasped for air, looking back at him, as his breathing grew shallow and I could see him about to cum.
“Shit,” he said, his mouth opening and staying open.
I felt him finish inside me, inside the condom, as my now incredibly sensitive pussy felt every pump he gave out, and boy was it a lot. I smiled, running my hand through his hair, before he started to breathe again while sweat dripped from his brow. He pulled out slowly, and I felt a quick emptiness come over me, but only because of what had just been pulled out of me, and nothing else.
“That was,” I gasped.
“Amazing,” he replied, finishing my sentence.
“I’m glad we waited, but I’m not waiting five more weeks for that to happen again,” I said, making him laugh a little.
“Yeah, five weeks won’t be happening. We’ll be lucky to make it five hours,” he said as I smiled.
He cleaned up but stayed naked, and the two of us stayed in bed, cuddling, as I wrapped my arms around his strong body and kept close to him before we fell asleep, both of us wiped, and for good reason. I was so glad he came into the coffee shop that afternoon. So happy.
Chapter Seventeen
Liam
“Did you watch it last night?” Tino asked as Jessica and I stood in the lobby with our luggage.
“The fight?” I asked.
“Yeah, the fight! What else?” he asked.
“No, we turned in early and besides, it’s pay-per-view,” I said.
“Oh my god, you don’t know,” he said, with a look of astonishment on his face.
“Know what?” I asked.
“You got submission of the night. You got the bounty,” Tino said.
“Wait, what?” I asked, in shock.
Fighting for me wasn’t about the money, even though professional fighters could make a lot of it if they were good. That’s millions of dollars, and that doesn’t even include sponsorships or endorsement deals. But getting an extra fifty grand on top of the fifty I got for winning my fight was just a dream. I’d never even seen that much money before, and it would greatly change my life, at least in the short term.
“I know you’re a shoe-in for a contract now,” Tino said.
“Congratulations! That’s so amazing, I’m so proud of you,” Jess said, hugging me and kissing me on the cheek.
“Wow, I don’t even know what to say. It just seems like so many things are coming into place. I’d always hoped they would, but I just didn’t think I’d get so far in so little time,” I said.
“Wait, I’m getting a call. Hold on,” Tino said, walking a little away.
“Can you believe this?” I asked, looking at Jess.
“Babe, I’m so proud of you, you don’t even know. I knew you could do this. You make me so proud!” she said, kissing me.
“I just can’t wait to tell my parents. Wait, they already know, if they kept on watching the fights. I can’t believe they didn’t text or call me,” I said, taking out my phone. “Oh wait, they did last night, I just never saw it. Oops.”
“Kid, that was Mike Potter’s people. He wants to meet you on Thursday to discuss something. I told him you’re free,” Tino said.
“Any time, I’ll be there. I don’t care if it’s four in the morning, I’ll be there,” I said, excited.
“It’s probably for two, but they told me they’d call by Tuesday and let me know for sure. You’ve got a train to catch back to New York, though, so why don’t you get going and I’ll tie up any loose ends here. Take care of him,” Tino said, looking at Jessica.
“Oh I will, trust me,” she said, grabbing my hand.
“Okay good, I’ll see you later,” Tino said before walking off.
“Ready to go?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said, still in shock.
•••
“Why didn’t you call earlier?” my mother asked over the phone.
I’d called her right as I walked in the door, and she put me on speakerphone with my father there too so I could talk to both of them about the fight.
“Don’t pester the boy, he just won his first pro fight!” my father said.
“Shut up, Ed, I’m talking to my son,” she said.
“Okay, you two, calm down now. I just walked in the door. I didn’t even see your messages until early this morning, but with all the traveling and celebrating I wanted to wait until I was completely free before calling,” I said.
“Okay, I’ll give you a pass this time. How does it feel?” she asked.
“It feels, well, it feels amazing. I still wonder if I’m dreaming, and if all this is real, but every time I pinch myself I feel something, so I know I’m not dreaming. Tino even got a call from Mike’s office earlier. He’s the owner of the PFC,” I said.
“Oh my god, what did he want?” she asked.
“He wants to see me about something on Thursday. He talked to me the night of my fight and told me I had a bright future and that I might be getting a contract deal depending on how things went, and boy did they go well,” I said.
“So you’re getting a contract?” my father asked.
“I don’t know, Dad. I hope so, I don’t know why else he’d want to meet unless he wants to hand me the check in person,” I said, laughing.
“I’m just so happy for you, Liam. It’s a mother’s dream to have all of her children happy and successful in life and in their careers, and you boys have done that for me. I know I was hesitant about you wrestling and especially going into fighting
, but you’ve shown me that you can handle it and thrive,” she said.
“There’s still a long road ahead for me to get where I want to go, but thank you, Mom. I just hope I can keep making you both proud and being the best son I can be,” I said.
“You make us proud every day, son,” my father said.
“Thank you,” I said, smiling.
“We miss you very much, Liam. When are you coming home again to visit?” she asked.
“Maybe sometime soon, I don’t know. I’ve got prize money now, so I could afford a trip, considering I’d just have to pay for airfare,” I said.
“Maybe we can get Cash out here, and then with Bentley already here, I could have my boys all together and it would be wonderful. Oh, and with Anna and Jenna, it would be amazing,” she said, getting all excited.
“Don’t rub it in the boy’s face, Carol,” my father said. Neither of them knew about Jessica.
“Actually, I’m dating somebody now. Proper dating,” I said.
“You are!” my mother shouted, making me smile.
“Yes Mom, I am. Her name is Jessica, we met five or so weeks ago and just made it official over the weekend. She went to the fight with me and took care of me,” I said.
“Is she pretty?” my father asked.
“As if that matters, Ed,” my mother said. I could almost see her slapping him on the arm.
“She’s very pretty, and I know you guys would love her, especially you, Mom. She’s a very bright, respectable woman and I think she’d fit in well with us,” I said.
“My, my, that sounds awful serious already,” my mother said.
“Yeah, we’re getting there. We just got together, though, so we’re taking it one day at a time and just enjoying being around one another,” I said.
“Well, you keep that going and bring her here sometime and indoctrinate her into the family,” my father said.
“We’re not a cult, Ed,” my mother said.
“Sometimes I wonder about that. Anyway, we have to get going, we have bridge tonight with the Donovans,” my father said.
“Okay, you two have fun, I’ll talk to you later,” I said.
I hung up the phone and tossed it aside before looking around my apartment and feeling like I needed a change of scenery. My lease was up in two months, and with the prize money and the potential for more I’d get from signing a contract, I knew I’d be able to afford something in a less shady and quieter part of town.
I deserved it.
Chapter Eighteen
Jessica
I sat in Washington Square Park and ate lunch after class while I waited before I had to go into work. I hadn’t been working as much lately, and I hadn’t since last Wednesday, even though my boss wanted me to work last weekend, but I was with Liam in Boston then.
I knew I had to start looking out for internships with law firms, hopefully even as just a lowly assistant, before I graduated next year and would start my actual law degree. It was hard finding them, though my grades were good enough that I could probably get something, but I could only do it if it were a paid internship. I couldn’t go to school, have a social life, work at the café, and have an unpaid internship all at the same time without going insane. Besides, quitting the café to work at a law firm would be the dream, even if it were just temporary.
I finished my sandwich and tossed my brown paper bag into the trash before walking towards the subway and taking the train uptown. The weather had been warming up and the sounds and smells of spring were beginning to come to an end as summer was rolling in, and it was rolling in hard.
Summer in New York was both good and bad, with the bad being the extreme heat and the repulsive smells, especially on trash day, but the goods were pretty good as well. Great weather meant easier travel, bikes were more in use, and the parks were all in bloom and beautiful. There were farmer’s markets, fairs, festivals, and outdoor concerts in the park that were so much fun to go to. I’d say the good outweighed the bad, at least enough to make it a time to look forward to.
It was Wednesday. Liam had his big meeting tomorrow morning, and he couldn’t have been talking about it more. I had plans with the girls tonight, but I wasn’t quite sure what we were going to do. They’d both started seeing new guys, though that term was fairly relative since they weren’t in actual relationships just yet, but more like how Liam and I used to be. They were with their guys a lot, and I saw Liam a lot, so we all agreed we needed to have a night for just us, without them around or being glued to our phones texting them. Sometimes you just need to take a step back and reconnect with your best friends before you lose them.
I walked into the café and said hi to my coworkers. Luckily my favorite ones were working this shift with me. I put on my hat and apron and got ready for the four-hour shift before I could go home and go out. I made order after order, a bit of the steam burning a tiny patch of skin on the top of my hand, though I powered through it and didn’t make a fuss.
The sun was still shining when my shift ended, and Hell’s Kitchen was bustling and bright, which definitely made it feel more alive. “I’m on my way home,” I texted Taylor.
When I walked through the door, Emily and Taylor were standing around, eating chips and salsa, as they took their time to get ready. “Starting without me?” I asked, smiling.
“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t?” Emily asked.
“Good friends, actually,” I replied playfully.
I wasn’t going to do much to get ready, only change my clothes and freshen up a little, since I wasn’t going out to impress anybody. That was the good thing about having a man and going out with girlfriends. I didn’t have to try to look good to pick up a guy or get any numbers. I could just go out, have fun, and not worry if somebody found me attractive. It was going to be great.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked as I put on some eyeliner.
“Figure we can go to a bar in Kip’s Bay and then maybe get some street food or something,” Taylor said.
“It’s going to be packed,” I said.
“Every night is a nightmare in this city. I think there’s three-dollar drinks at the bar, so expect that to be packed,” Emily said.
I was the last to get ready before we headed out and got a cab downtown. Emily and I sat in the back, sharing funny pictures from Instagram with each other until the driver pulled up to the intersection to let us out. “Have a good night,” he said in a friendly tone.
The music was loud and the people were packed to the brim. The bar looked completely overworked as the bartenders, three of them total, struggled to keep up with the demand. The tips must have been good, but I couldn’t imagine being worked that hard most nights of the week. It would be a living nightmare for sure.
Emily went to get us three margaritas, one of the three-dollar drink specials, while Taylor and I tried to find a table, a ledge, or anywhere we could stand with our drinks. “Why do we do this to ourselves?” I yelled as we pushed through the crowd.
“Because we’re young twenty-somethings and we’re supposed to, I think,” she said, before we got to a sticky table in the corner.
She texted Emily where we were, and I caught her sneaking a look at her texts and messaging the guy she was seeing. “None of that,” I said, slapping at her hands.
“But I want to talk to him,” she whined.
“I don’t care, we all agreed!” I said.
“Oh, fine, I won’t until we get home. You’re such a party-pooper,” she said.
“Hey, this was your guys’ idea,” I said.
“How is Liam doing? Did he get a contract or anything?” she asked.
“His meeting is in the morning, I think he’s getting pretty nervous. He doesn’t know what it’s for just yet, but I bet it’s for something good,” I said.
“Yeah, he really knocked it out with that fight. I was shocked when I saw it happen,” she said.
“Oh yeah, you never told me if you saw me or not,” I said, a bri
ght look on my face.
“No, I didn’t. I think it was over so fast that they didn’t get a chance to show much of the audience,” she said.
“Yeah, plus I left and went to see him right after it happened. Maybe if I’d stayed longer,” I said.
“Man, that was an absolute nightmare,” Emily said, coming over with the drinks.
“This is all we get?” I asked.
The alcohol in the plastic cups, which were the size of two tiny paper cups, barely even reached halfway up the glass, which was a disappointment for the price. They caught you and brought you in on the premise of cheap drinks, but when you measured it out by ounce you were actually just paying the full price, if you factored in the fact that you were getting a third of the normal amount of alcohol.
“Welcome to New York!” Taylor said, holding up her drink.
“To us, the best friends here,” Emily said.
“To us,” I said, and we clinked our glasses together.
Needless to say, we bulldozed through our drinks pretty quickly. Mine tasted more like jet fuel than a good margarita. I suppose good booze wasn’t on the list for three-dollar drink night. We had to push our way out, but we stumbled outside and went around the corner, where we got some street shawarma and cold bottles of water to try to dilute the burning alcohol in our stomachs.
“This is much better. We should’ve just done this all along,” I said.
I felt a buzz from my phone but ignored it, knowing Taylor would give me a hard time if I looked at it—especially if the text were from Liam. Instead I suggested we just walk home, which wasn’t met with much enthusiasm from the two women wearing heels, so I asked them why they’d wear heels to a cheap bar night. They shrugged and we caught an Uber, which Taylor and Emily agreed to split, sparing me.
I took out my phone as we got home. The night was kind of a bust. They did the same and we all went to our separate rooms and didn’t see one another for the rest of the night. I lay back on my bed, texting Liam, telling him that I missed him and wished he were here in bed with me.