Fight for You

by Charisse Spiers

  She'll probably flip her fucking shit at first, so we're going out to loosen up first. It may be easier to ask with the slightest amount of alcohol in our veins. I've never been nervous before her, but the thought of asking her something so personal and taking a risk that she could possibly say no has me a little nervous. She cannot say no. She will not say no. I've always gotten what I want. I'm not changing that now. I'll just have to convince her by making it sound less insane.

  She presses her pelvis up, wanting more. I pull my thumb out and place it inside my mouth, sucking it clean. "I will never understand why that is so damn sexy. Why are you stopping?"

  "I'm saving it for later. I just wanted a taste. It'll be that much better if we wait. I have plans. Are you sure you feel okay to go out after?"

  "Oh hell no." She tosses her sketchpad on the floor and stands to her knees before she pushes me on my back so she can straddle me. She quickly removes her shirt, leaving her in only the cotton panties she is wearing. She knows I love her tits. It's no secret. They're perfect...and so full, just standing perked up before me, and tempting me to suck them. Dammit. I can't stop looking at them. I'm starting to salivate.

  She sees me looking. She grabs the back of my hands and places each on a breast, making me squeeze them. Fuck me. "Are you sure you don't want this, Hayes? This relationship started with sex and it will continue with sex. Cut the shit. We're good at it, we like it, and we can't get enough of each other, so why even try? We've both accepted we can have a highly active sex life and love each other unconditionally in unison." She grinds against my crotch. "Got me?"

  I start shaking my head. I will not give in. I will not. She adjusts her position and grabs my dick through my jeans. I bite my bottom lip. I will not fuck her again until she's my wife. "I have plans, Morgan. You're fucking my shit up." She uses my last name when in a playful mood, so I return the gesture.

  I squeeze her boobs again, this time on my own. I can't help it. I'm a fucking man. They're mine to play with anyway. They were given to me. I don't deny gifts that beautiful from her. I can play without going all the way.

  She smiles and rolls her eyes. "Fine. I'll wait, but close your eyes. I have a surprise for you."

  I smirk. "What kind of surprise. I thought I was supposed to be the one giving you surprises."

  She presses her index finger to my lips, shushing me. "Just close your eyes, and don't move."

  I do as she says. "Don't open them until I say, and no peeking. Promise me."

  I shake my head at her, but change my mind. "Fine. I promise."

  I hear the drawer to the nightstand open and close. I feel something fuzzy touching my wrists, or feathery maybe, but I have no idea what she's doing. She continues to tickle me with the feathery material. She leans forward, pressing her breast into my mouth as she raises my arms, distracting me with her nipple.

  I flick the point of my tongue over the hardened center. She moans, making me lose focus on whatever it is that she's doing. I hear something click into place and I open eyes on instinct. I pull my arms, but they don't move more than a couple of inches. A massive grin is spread across her face. I can't see past it, but I can tell I'm bound.

  She kisses me and sits up before running the tip of her index finger down the center of my face. I look up at the two sets of metal handcuffs accented in hot pink feathers that connect my wrists to the metal bar running across the headboard. "You cuffed me?" I can't help but to grin at her.

  She shrugs her shoulders as if it's nothing. "We are in Vegas. I hear it makes people a little crazy, besides...this guy did it to me once." She gets off of my body dramatically, reminding me of the way a woman gets off of a horse.

  "That's what you hear, huh? What are you going to do?"

  She picks her phone up off the nightstand and begins touching the screen as she stands beside the bed. Music starts to play and she sets it in the wall insert MP3 dock that connects the music to the surround sound in the room. It's R and B music with a beat for dancing. Don't ask me why but I recognize the song. It's one that automatically downloaded onto my iPhone when she logged into her iTunes account on my phone.

  I've browsed through them some when training. It actually helps draw me into my head when I use ear buds. I was never big on music before, unless it was rock, because I avoided anything with emotion. Surprisingly, I like a lot of her music choices. The song is- We can make love by SoMo. The main chorus to the song, though, is we can make love or we can just fuck. The second half was just left out of the title. I bite my bottom lip hard, burning my eyes into her body.

  "I'm showing you what happens when you deny me your body, or when you deny me anything of yours, because it's also mine."

  I grab the bar in my hands and pull my body up some so I can get a better view. "How are you going to do that?"

  She places her fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and she starts to dance, swaying her hips to the music, giving me the slightest peek of the smooth, bronze skin that they cover without pulling them down. Oh hell. "I take it anyway. Right now, the control is mine."

  She starts rolling her hips, slowly sliding her panties down. She grinds her hips in a way I didn't even know she knew how. I've been to strip clubs over the years, several actually...but this...is so much fucking better. Her body rolls perfectly with the music. I pull at the cuffs, but the metal digging into my wrist stops them again.

  She finally removes her panties, standing in total nudity, her body screaming to be touched, and to be fucked. I want to wait until tonight, but my dick says differently. I'll try anything to sway. "We don't have much time until we have to leave."

  She pulls the drawer open again and removes a leather crop the same color as the feathers on the handcuffs. She looks at me with a mischievous smile on her face before propping her foot on the edge of the bed, revealing her beautiful pussy for me to see. She pops herself in the general clit area with the end, making a sound as the leather connects with her skin. "I can be quick."

  "Fuck me. I think I may have just came a little prematurely."

  She rubs it up her body and slaps it to my torso. It stings, causing my abs to contract. "I'm feeling particularly naughty today, my love. We're going to make new memories to consume your dreams. You said you were going to pull me into darkness with you...well here's my version."

  She walks to the foot of the bed, her sweet little ass prancing in front of me. My hormones are starting to rage. "Un-cuff me."

  She pops me on the leg. I barely feel it because of the denim. "I'm the one giving orders right now, Hayes." I pull on the cuffs again, grinding the two different types of metal together. She places her knee on the mattress, then the other, before crawling up my body. She sets the crop down and places her hands on each side of my jeans, working them together to pop the button through the slit.

  Placing her lips under my belly button, she sucks the skin and thin trail of hair that covers my skin into her mouth. She continues downward with her tongue, working my jeans and briefs down as she goes. "Lift."

  I can't even verbalize how hot this is right now. I never thought I would be into this...but with her I'm continuously surprised. I lift my hips and she pulls my jeans over my ass, never stopping as she strips me. "We can still wait."

  "No."

  “I’m not even turned on.” I lie.

  “Your dick says otherwise. Try again.”

  She is so damn stubborn. There was never another woman created to match me more accurately than her. I really hit the jackpot with her. She grabs my shaft in her hand and swirls her tongue around the head, but never looks away from me. "You like the way I taste?"

  She nods, taking me into her mouth. "Let me taste you."

  She lets go and sits up as if she's about to come to me. I shake my head with a smirk on my face. "What? Not what you meant?"

  "Turn around."

  Her eyes widen when she figures out what I mean. She shakes her head as her cheeks redden. She may have control of my bod
y, but I still have control of her heart. I've discovered the heart will do many things when in love. All you have to do is pull the right strings. "I've seen your beautiful pussy at close range and at a distance. Both ways, it still drives me wild. I've even acquainted myself with your ass. I like that too. I love you, and all parts of your body. Now turn around. Taste me while I taste you. What's fair is fair."

  She hesitates and then slowly starts to turn around. She's on her hands and knees, presenting me with a beautiful view, but she's still too far away. "Piper, back your ass up.” I scoot down, as far the handcuffs will allow, shifting into a lying position. She aligns her pussy with my mouth and I extend my tongue, swiping it from her pussy to her clit. She shivers above me, immediately relaxing with the position she's in.

  She grabs my dick in her hand again, replacing her mouth around the head. I flick the point of my tongue back and forth over her clit. She moans and lowers her body closer to my face as she takes my dick into her mouth, wetting it with her saliva as she lowers her mouth all the way down my length. She begins to suck, getting into it more the faster I massage her clit. Damn, that feels so good. It's hard to concentrate, but I keep my eyes on the prize. I really wish I had my hands right now. I harden my tongue and push it against her clit, exerting pressure as I stimulate it. She stops sucking as the head of my dick hits the back of her throat, moaning with my dick filling her pretty little mouth. I can feel the vibrations hitting my head, her glands releasing more saliva making it wetter.

  Fuck, just a few more seconds.

  I clench onto the headboard, trying to keep from coming. I can feel her muscles contracting. She's about to come. She never stops sucking, taking it as far as she can. When she starts, I shove my tongue inside her pussy, letting her come on my tongue. She clenches around it as she rides it out. I can't hold out anymore. She's hot as fuck when she comes and I just got a front row view. I growl. The first spurt occurs as I start to come in her mouth. Damn, that feels so good. It's not as hot as her pussy, but it's the next best thing.

  She holds it in her mouth until I finish, taking it greedily. Once I'm done, she sucks up my dick, cleaning it completely. I flinch as she reaches the sensitive head, but she releases it and I pull my tongue out of her. I hold her cum on my tongue as she turns around, facing me. She locks her eyes on mine and swallows hard so I can watch her take it all. When she's done I show her my tongue, coated with her orgasm. Her mouth drops and I swallow it. "That's how good you taste, baby."

  She slams her mouth against mine, kissing me. "Fuck, you are so damn sexy."

  She stands and pulls a set of keys from the drawer, unlocking the handcuffs. "What happened to you taking it?"

  "Oh I took it. I got off didn't I? You said you wanted to wait until tonight for your big plans. That baby is called compromise."

  My hands fall free. Fucking hell I'm in deep shit. I don't deserve her. The truth is she's too good for me. I recognize that fact and that's exactly why I'm holding on to her forever. I may have done so many things wrong, but she's the one thing I did right.

  I look at myself in the mirror as I gloss my lips. I can't help but to smile at myself for earlier. It's easy to feel inadequate around Haddox. He's fun, intense, sexy, and as bold as they come. He's a beautiful equilibrium. I never want him to tire of me, so I stepped up my game. If he wants to be sugar and spice then I'm down. I've never felt more alive than I do when we're together. My emotions are beautifully entwined.

  I loosely pull back the front portion of my hair to show my earrings; the black diamonds that Alyvia described so beautifully. I have a small confession of my own. Black has become one of my favorite colors. A special someone may have influenced me that it works beautifully described as a color, rules of art be damned.

  I slide the necklace that holds my VIP badge over my head and lay it in the middle of my chest, over the black tee shirt that represents Haddox's company brand in red. I glance at my final appearance. Jeans and tee shirt for now, but later I have the perfect dress. It will make his draw drop.

  I grab the prescription bottle from the edge of the sink and twist off the top, pouring one of the large, chalky pills in my hand. Removing the cover from the glass on the guest tray, I fill it with water, pop the pill in my mouth, and drink the water, trying to get rid of this damn sinus infection. Shit, I did that out of order. Gloss should have been last. I guess I wouldn't be a real girl if I didn't have to touch up makeup at least five times before walking out the door.

  His arms snake around my waist and rest flat against my stomach, pulling me into him. I lay my head against his chest and watch him through the reflection in the mirror as I place my hands on the back of his. "You look beautiful. I like your hair like that. It's sexy."

  "You find me beautiful in jeans and a tee shirt?" The right side of my mouth pulls up against my will, revealing the way he makes me feel. I'm not even wearing heels. I didn't even know flats were capable of getting those kinds of reactions.

  "Do you really need to ask at this point? You represent me with that shirt, those jeans do wonders for your ass, and the shorter height gives me an advantage when I need to feel like your protector. Plus, you look fucking phenomenal in black," he says with a smirk.

  I turn in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck. "You might have had something to do with that. I can't take all the credit. Are you going to tell me about this big plan tonight? You know I hate surprises."

  "Not a chance, beautiful. When the clock strikes twelve you'll know."

  "Why does that sound vaguely like something from a fairytale?"

  "No fucking idea. You know I'm not romantic. My version of romance is groping you in public so the other motherfuckers know you're not available. Realistically it's a good thing you already love me, because if you're waiting for me to sweep you off your feet you're going to be disappointed."

  I laugh. Only Haddox could say some shit like that and still have a girl falling to her knees. He does this one at least. "I guess it's a good thing I'm not your average girl then. I envisioned my fairytale a little darker. I require my prince to seduce me and talk dirty to me as he pushes me across the dance floor, looking for a place to pull me aside and show me what they don't explain in Disney movies. You know where I might find one of those?"

  "Damn, woman, you're hell on my heart...but I have a pretty good idea. How's this for a fairy tale?" He grabs each side of my neck and kisses me, not hard and not soft, but the perfect mixture of the two, weaving our lips together intricately as we say hello with our hearts instead of our hands. Some women search high and low for romance, but what I've got is even better.

  He releases me. "Perfect," I say as I slowly open my eyes. "I want it to last forever."

  "That's what I'm counting on," he says and grabs my hand, pulling him along after him.

  I stand at the mirror in my dressing room. I had a change of plans that is now making me nervous. What can I say...I just go with the flow. If I win this fight tonight I'm asking her to marry me in front of thousands of people, so I better fucking win. I just got off the phone with my agent. I don't want to piss off the suits. They don't like to be out of the loop on anything.

  I wasn't sure they would be good with it, but surprisingly they think it will increase ratings and go viral...since I'm not much of a show off when it comes to the crowd. They like fan interaction. The motto in the corporate world is to make the fans happy, because they're the ones spending the money. Damn money makes the world go round. I'm about to put myself out there in front of thousands of people in the middle of Vegas and they are only concerned about television ratings.

  A knock sounds at the door. "Come in."

  Alyvia walks in. "You wanted to see me?"

  I push off the counter space and turn to face her. I'm dressed out and ready to go. Just waiting on the go ahead to walk out. "I did. I need to talk to you. Does she know where you are?"

  "Piper? No.... Reese said to keep it quiet. I told her I was going to the bathroom an
d to get us each a beer." She holds up her hands instantly. "I will watch every move her beer bottle makes tonight. Swear on my life."

  That shouldn't be funny, but anyone that knows Alyvia would laugh. "I'm glad to see you're thinking ahead. Come here."

  She walks toward me as she shuts the door. It's the first time I've seen her since we arrived in Vegas this morning. I wrap my arm around the back of her shoulders and kiss her temple. "Have you had a good day?"

  She scrunches her brows and places her hand to my forehead. "Are you feeling alright? Where's the smartass Haddox I know is living in there somewhere?"

  "I can't ask my friend how her day was? Since when was that weird?"

  She narrows her eyes. "What do you want, Haddox?"

  "Who said I wanted anything?"

  "Uh...cut the shit. You forget I've known you for a long time. Spit it out...what do you want?"

  I smile. I guess she's been hanging around Reese and I for too long. "I need your help."

  "You? Haddox Hayes is asking for my help? Holy shit, did Hell freeze over? This is twice now since you’ve started dating Piper. I’m in shock."

  "Very funny. Are you going to help me or not?"

  "Of course, but don't think I won't mark this date down and collect on the return favor later."

  "Fine. After this I'll probably owe you a lot of shit." I walk over to my duffle bag and dig around inside until I find the small, baby-blue box inscribed with black font and wrapped with a white ribbon. I grab it and walk back over to where she stands.

  "If I win this fight tonight there is something I'm doing in the middle of the octagon. When you hear the cue I need you to hand this to her," I say as I hold the box out on my wrap covered, upward facing palm.

  She stares at it, saying nothing. Her face looks like a deer caught in headlights. "Is that what I think it is?"

  "Most likely."

  "You're getting fucking married?" It's a question, but she screams it.