by Hilary Storm
I watch him come down the lane, never looking at me, but sending a heavy sensation over my body as he passes. Even though the loud music plays over the speakers, he’s lost in his own head, which is the best place for someone in this scenario.
Mollie grabs my arm as he walks by, squeezing and releasing a high-pitched squeal at the same time he drops his robe to the ground in front of us. “Oh my god. He’s fucking sexy as hell Kins.” I can’t deny what she’s saying, because it’s the truth… not that I could speak if I wanted to with all of this going on in front of me.
He slides between the ropes, confidence scorching from his body as he walks the outer edge of the ring while the announcer continues to rally the crowd up for the fight. The seriousness on his face says everything. He is here to win this.
The guy in the other corner yells something as he walks by, taunting him into an even deeper determined state. He continues to heckle Mavick, even though he’s not getting any sort of reaction out of him. I hope Mavick is saving his for show time. Maybe he’s a walk the walk type of guy instead of a trash talking lunatic like the other one is. Let the bullshit fuel you Mavick.
One glance at his ears and I realize he’s still shutting out everything, with the exception of what’s playing in the earbuds. I want to know what his choice of music is before a fight. Hell, I find myself wanting to uncover so much when it comes to this man. The few minutes I had with him last night simply gave me a taste and I want to know more. I have to know more.
He sits on a small stool in his corner and it isn’t until a short older man is in his face that he pulls the ear pieces out. His scowl should terrify me, but I find everything about him intriguing. This man is intense and I can’t wait to watch him obliterate the other guy.
Normally I’d stay away from events like this. Decline any invitation to a ‘fight night’ at my friend’s houses where they rent it and have everyone over to watch grown men beat the shit out of each other.
Maybe it’s because I’m here live, in the very front feeling the anticipation of the entire place rising as time nears for the bell to ring. I find myself wanting him to knock the other guy on his ass and end this quick, but then again it might be interesting to see him draw it out and give us all a show.
Mollie is screaming along with the crowd when Mavick stands. I’m silent. Focused on his every move. Focused on the way his continued confidence radiates through me, through everyone in this place. Jesus, I can’t wait to get him hands on this man. Wait… I can’t wait for him to have his hands on me.
Chapter Four
Mavick
One hit. That’s all it’s going to take to knock this fucker on his ass. Then I’ll line up the next guy to prove my point. This is my house and I won’t be caught off guard again. That single loss will forever haunt me and remind me of one of the worst nights of my life.
I should’ve known better than to try to fight when Vincent was in the hospital, even though he demanded. That old man underestimated how much he meant to me and my ability to focus when he’s undergoing a surgery that ended up taking his life.
His words of encouragement flash through my mind as I watch this fool think he has a chance against me. This will end quick. I’m not here to fuck around.
The sound of the bell is all I need to walk to the middle and send him a fake jab from the right before I nail him with my left hook. He falls to the ground and I don’t even go down with him to make sure I got the job done. I know I did by the look of his empty eyes the second I made contact.
I’m sure the entire place is in an uproar, but I can’t hear a thing. I close my eyes and focus on the memories of Vincent as I place my earbuds back in and wait for all the technical bullshit to declare me the winner.
“You have to stay grounded, Mavick. I’ve seen so many lose when they get the big head. You’ve got what it takes to obliterate the competition if you stay humble, but don’t you ever forget to keep that stubborn determination on the forefront. You always say this is your house. Well, you have to earn it.” He recorded an hour of him talking to me before my last win. I had no idea he was doing it, but I’m thankful as fuck that he did.
It took me weeks to be able to listen to the entire thing, but it eventually became the very thing that brought me out of my funk and helped me realign my focus. I needed to hear him once again. He’s been there for me since I was eight years old, providing me guidance and helping me like my own worthless father should’ve been doing.
Joe throws my left arm in the air when my win is acknowledged by the judges and my mind instantly switches to her. The wild cat that I’ve spent the day trying to not think about. She bows her head when my eyes meet hers. She knows where my head is at and I hope to hell she doesn’t run away like she should.
I’m hungry as fuck for sex and could have any one of the women in this coliseum, but she’s the one that has my attention. Her blue eyes pulled me apart the second I caught her up close and in the light of the stairwell. Fuck. She’s got a huge smile on her face as her hooded eyes find mine over the ropes.
Everything about her has been a giant tease to my throbbing cock, but I didn’t break the rules I set for myself during fight week. Now I just have to lose the thousands of people that are going to try to talk to me tonight.
“Mavick Black… How does it feel to be back in the ring?”
“It feels amazing.”
“Did you think you’d come in here and get the KO in one hit?”
“Yes. I’m prepared to fight tonight, just like I’ll stay ready to fuckin’ fight anyone who wants to challenge me.”
“Will you ever fight Jones again?”
“I’d fight him right now if he’s in the house. He caught me on an off night. That won’t happen again.” I lay it straight with the announcer and hope like hell Jones takes me up on the challenge I just sent him.
After a few pictures, I jump on the top rope and straddle it for a little extra show for my fans. They need to know the fun guy is still in here, even if he’s buried a under the depth of everything I’ve been going through. It feels great to be back and even better to have that first win behind me. My intro song, ‘Real’ by NF begins to blare through the event space and I can’t help but smile that I’m back home again as the chaos fills my ears.
She’s holding her hands together in front of her smile when I allow my eyes to land on her again. The attraction I have for this girl is out of control, but then again I have been dry for a few months. Not that I allowed myself to talk to anyone during that time. She just happened to walk into my space and grab my attention when my mind was in a great place.
People begin to rush toward me, pushing against Kinsley and her friend before my team can get to them and protect them from the rush. Security steps in quickly, but it still pisses me off that anyone was allowed this close to the VIP section.
I jump down with the intention of checking on her, but just as I do, she steps forward. My body lands directly in front of her, with only inches of space between us. Neither of us speak right away, again lost looking into each other’s eyes, making promises of what’s to come.
She slides a single finger up my forearm just before she leans forward to talk next to my ear. “Great fight.”
“That wasn’t a fight.” Her smile lights up her beautiful face and I find peace she looks at me. “Now it’s time for me to follow through on that promise.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” And that’s all it takes for me to start my way back to the showers, knowing she’ll be escorted to me as soon as I’m back there. The instructions were very clear that no one is to bother me once I go to the showers tonight. Any bullshit or rehashing of the single hit it took to blow that fucker over can be done tomorrow, after I get my fill of this gorgeous piece of ass that I plan to bury myself inside of all night long.
Everyone obeyed my orders, which makes me feel at ease as I let the hot water glide over my shoulders and down my body. She doesn’t make an appearance into
the showers like I hoped she would, but I guess I should respect her for that.
I wrap the towel around my waist and walk into my locker room, ready to find her waiting, but instead find a piece of paper.
Mavick,
I couldn’t ditch my friend. I hope you understand. Maybe I’ll see you at our spot after you finish here. Take your time.
Kinsley
Fuck, I’m going to explode if I have to chase this girl all over the damn city tonight.
I toss on some gym clothes and start my usual jog away from the coliseum… out a back door and down the alley to miss all the people, this time making an extra stop before I head back to my apartment. I need to tell him I’m still kicking, but something tells me he already knows.
“Hey, old man. I’m back. One hit tonight, just like the old days. Fuck… I miss your ugly mug. I’m doing everything you taught me.” I toss back the nearly empty bottle of beer in my hand… the same kind of beer we would share after a fight. “I promise to make you proud and I’ll be taking over your gym soon to help with your legacy.” The silent night matches the inner peace I’m feeling as I talk to the concrete stone that symbolizes where he lays. “Maybe I’ll find a pain in the ass, punk kid and transform him into a man… just like you did.”
~~~~~
I’ve been gone for a few hours, who knows if Kinsley will still be waiting for me on the roof top. Part of me wants to see her when I open the door, but the long jog did wonders for peace of mind and the pent-up aggression I was holding on to when I was making all those promises to fuck her senseless.
To be honest, I would’ve hurt anyone that let me near them right after that fight. Her allowing me to have this time is the best thing she could’ve done.
I open the metal door and spot her looking down at the street. Her sexy ass is on display since her dress hugs every curve of her body. Her dark hair covers her back in loose curls that blow slightly in the wind as I approach her.
“I thought you stood me up.”
“Sorry, I just needed a little time.”
“Don’t apologize. You’ve had a busy day. Sorry I left the coliseum. I didn’t feel right ditching Mollie with so many people there.” She slides over next to me when I match her posture to look over the edge of the wall with her. The fact that she didn’t blow off her friend, when I know that’s what happened to her last night, says so much about this girl’s character. She didn’t go for the fame over the friend.
“It’s all good. What did you think of tonight?”
“It was crazy. You should be proud of how it turned out. I don’t usually watch that sort of thing, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.” She turns to face me, the moonlight hitting her face just as she does. The lights aren’t on up here tonight, I guess she probably doesn’t know how to turn them on since she’s just renting one of my places for the weekend.
“Tonight wasn’t the usual, but I’ll take it.”
“You’re famous Mavick Black.” She clasps her hands in front of her chest and shoots me her gorgeous smile once again.
“Yeah. I could do without all of that. It’s just nice to have them on my side when I’m in the ring.” I tell her the truth. I’m not a people person. I don’t even like to do the interviews that come with all the publicity.
“You were on top of the world after you won.”
“Yeah, I needed to win that fight. I needed it to go down quick, just to prove a point.”
“To show others not to mess with you?”
“That. And to let everyone know I’m back.” I step away from the edge, walking slowly to the lounge chairs we sat in last night.
“I want to ask you what happened, but I won’t. If it’s something you want to share, I’ll listen.” She doesn’t pry, which only makes it easier to talk to her. Why is everything so easy with this girl?
“I had my first loss back in April. It was the same night my trainer died. I knew better than to fight with all of that going on, but he insisted. I wasn’t thinking clearly at that fight, so the chump got one in on me before I saw it coming.” We both sit with the backs leaning up on our chairs, her sexy legs on display with her heels still on her feet.
“I’m sorry to hear all of that. Was that why you were at the cemetery earlier today?”
“Yes.”
“I left after you did. I didn’t go look at the tomb even though I wanted to know.”
“He was like a father to me. Even when my mom died, he was there for me. He took me in and didn’t let me fall to the streets like I was headed. He fuckin’ saved my life.”
“He sounds like an amazing man.” I look up at the stars and take in what she’s saying, before I let out a deep breath and respond.
“He was.” We both sit quietly. The conversation going much deeper than I anticipate, but I’m still in a much better place than I have been for months. Being able to talk to someone is nice, since I never let anyone get this close to the real me, but sitting here doing nothing is getting to me.
I enjoy her company. So much that it feels wrong to just start fucking her as if she’s any whore I’ve met in my past. She’s different and everything is telling me to treat her unlike all the others. “Do you want to go for a walk? I can show you around my favorite places in the city.”
She sits up quickly, before she stands to her feet. “Sure, but let me get out of these fucking heels.” I watch her walk away, imagining what it’ll be like to have her under me, before I push down on my dick to calm the fuck down.
This girl gets to me. In every fucking way. Now I just need to keep my shit together and not send her running in the other direction.
Chapter Five
Kinsley
I slip in quietly, tiptoeing around the apartment while Mollie’s moans echo over the hard wood floors. Stripping out of this dress feels amazing and I’m looking forward to being in comfortable clothes again. Once I’ve got my t-shirt and shorts on, I grab a pair of socks and tuck them into my blue Converse tennis shoes and leave out the door.
Mavick is still sitting in the lounge chair when I make my way back upstairs. I can’t stand how he can spin me in all directions with merely his presence, yet here I am begging for him to rip me apart with all the intensity he so obviously has. He’s deep. I can tell he’s been hurting for a while now, but it appears he’s coming alive again and that the possibilities are endless if he continues with the mentality he has now.
He watches me put on my shoes. I can feel his mood shift, making it harder to breathe. I won’t make the first move… that’s not who I am, but I sure as hell won’t be turning down him if he tries to make something happen.
“I’m ready.”
“Jesus. Are those the shortest shorts you have?” I glance down at my legs and realize I’m wearing my tight sleep shorts instead of the other pair I meant to grab.
“Shit. I grabbed the wrong pair trying to hurry.”
“They look great from here, but I’m not sure we should go anywhere with you in those. We won’t make it very far.” He pushes down on his dick, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s hard.
“I can put on something else.” I stand and before I have a chance to step away from him, he’s holding my hand in his, keeping me from moving away from him.
“Fuck, you’re making it impossible to be good.”
“Who told you to be good?” He pulls me into his lap before I finish my sentence.
“No one. Something told me to be careful with you. Tell me why I feel that way Kinsley.” His breath hits my face and I swallow hard trying to think of how to answer him.
“I can handle anything you dish out… as long as you’re real with me. I don’t do liars or cheats. And don’t ghost me. If you’re done with whatever this is, just tell me straight up.”
“That’s my policy too… and no fucking drama.” He starts to kiss my neck, giving into the pull we’ve both felt since last night.
“God no. I hate drama.” I sound breathy and like I’d agree to
anything he says… which I would with his fingers gripping my thighs like they are.
“I’m going to take you to my apartment, but you need to understand I’m starving for this. I’ll take my time with you and we may still be fucking when the sun comes up.”
“Oh… okay. I think I can handle that.” Fuck yes I can’t wait. I’ve never been with a man that lasted any longer than about thirty minutes… all of them falling over, out of breath the second the sperm squirts from their dicks.
He bites my shoulder as he stands up, with me in his arms. He carries me to his apartment, even though I tell him to put me down multiple times. His firm grip on my ass stops my pleas, sending me into a halted state of anticipation. I’m practically begging for his fingers to slip under my shorts and find their way into my pussy.
He talks about starving… he has no idea how hungry I am for sex. It’s been almost a year for me so I might just become a big pile of mush at the first entrance of any part of a man that enters me.
Sitting me down on his bed, I get the full view of him ripping his shirt over his head and dropping his shorts all in the same move. I stand to follow his lead, only getting my shorts down before he’s standing against me, his dick bumping into my waist while I watch it grow.
“Oh shit.” That’s all I have time to say before his hands are yanking my shirt up and in a flash my bra is falling to my feet. I kick off my shoes before he falls onto the bed, taking me with him. I straddle his hips allowing his cock to lay flat against his stomach under me.
I find myself grinding against him, the pressure in my core building instantly. He lets me move freely, while he watches my tits bounce around. My girls are real… I pride myself on their size, most women as small as I am, have to pay for tits this nice.
“Fuck. You’re so wet. You’re dripping all over my cock.” His voice does something to me, sending me into a fit of rotating and gyrating until I’m moaning through my first orgasm of the night. My fingers spread over his chest while I have my way with him and he barely moves a muscle.