by Izzy Sweet
He’s awfully big.
I drag my hand down my stomach, pausing at my panties. I’ve touched myself before, plenty of times, but not like this.
What would it feel like to touch him? To rub my hands all over his skin? His chest… his cock.
Is it soft, or rough like his hands?
My fingers slide down into my panties.
I shouldn’t, not while I’m thinking about him, but I can’t stop myself.
The ache pulsing inside of me has only continued to grow. I’m full of warm, needy energy and there’s nowhere for it to go.
Would he shudder if I wrap my fingers around his cock? Would he say my name if I stroked him?
I imagine him reaching between my legs. I slide my fingers down, touching myself like I would like him to touch me.
God, I’m already so wet and swollen.
His big fingers slide through my folds then they find my clit as my hand tightens around him.
My hips jerk up and he smirks with satisfaction. I tighten my grip to pay him back and he groans.
My hand pumps hard up and down his shaft.
His fingers press against my clit and begin to move in small, tight circles. Quickly, he’s able to bring me to the brink of orgasm.
Just as my muscles tense, he pulls his hand away. Somehow he’s pulled his cock away from my hand and now I’m gripping empty air.
Weight pressing me down, he thrusts his cock deep inside of me.
My fingers work my clit furiously. Inside, my walls clench down as I try to imagine what it would feel like to have him inside of me. To watch him shudder above me and lose himself.
All at once my orgasm hits me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. I twitch and jerk beneath the covers as all the pent-up energy comes pulsing out.
The orgasm feels like it goes on forever, but when it’s finally over, it’s over too soon. Pulling my fingers out of my panties, I realize my hand is soaked.
Panting up at the ceiling, I feel a little deviant and a little dirty.
I guess if Alex is a sick bastard then I must be a sick bastard too.
Chapter Twelve
Christy
Alex is in a sour mood this morning. Walking into the kitchen, he greets me with a scowl on his face.
“Good morning,” I greet him.
“You’re late,” he grumbles and turns away. Stomping up to the door, he holds it open for me expectantly.
“Sorry,” I murmur, squeezing past him. I’d ask him who pissed in his Cheerios but we haven’t had breakfast yet.
Walking outside, I take a moment to stretch. He shifts and sighs impatiently, waiting on me.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him he doesn’t have to wait for me but I’ve actually grown to like running with him and Muffin, so I bite my tongue instead.
We run like we always do, with me taking the lead and him bringing up the rear. But this time when we reach the house, he drops me and Muffin off, running another lap by himself.
I figure his bad mood has to do with however his date went last night and try not to take it personally.
After showering and getting dressed, I return to the kitchen to find a plate already set out for me.
Sitting down, I eye the pile of eggs on the plate. It looks bigger today. Did he sneak another egg in?
Alex is still behind the stove, frying up bacon.
Glancing over at him, I notice the look on his face has only grown darker.
I scoop up a forkful of eggs and shovel it into my mouth before asking, “So, how did it go last night?”
His brows pull down and he looks up long enough just to glare at me.
“That bad, huh?” I remark and shovel another forkful of eggs into my mouth.
He mutters something unintelligible.
Yeah, his date must have been horrible. And I can’t stop myself from feeling super happy about it. I hope all his future dates are horrible…
Turning off the stove, he picks up the plate of bacon and joins me at the table, taking the seat directly across from me. I work hard on finishing off my pile of eggs but I only make it halfway through before my phone starts buzzing.
I dig my phone out of my pocket and fumble with it, almost dropping it I’m so excited.
“Nicole?” I blurt out.
“Christy!” she exclaims.
“Oh my god, where have you been?” I ask, my voice hitting a high octave as I drop my fork to my plate.
“Ugh, you’ll never believe it but my damn phone nearly exploded on me.”
“What?!”
“Yeah. When I got home from my dad’s, I plugged it in to charge and the battery exploded.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, but it ruined the outlet, and I had to wait a few days to get a new one.”
“I was wondering what happened…” I admit and peek over at Alex.
He’s staring down hard at his plate but his head is cocked slightly to the side like he’s listening.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice softening with concern for me. “Do you want me to pick you up? Where are you staying?”
“I’m okay…” I say.
There’s a pause like she expects me to explain more before she asks. “Do you want me to pick you up?”
“No,” I answer and bite my lip, thinking. I don’t feel comfortable explaining everything that’s happened in front of Alex, especially because he’s such a big part of it.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asks, sounding worried now. “If you’re being held against your will, say the weather outside is shitty.”
I laugh at that. “It’s actually a very nice day outside.”
“Okay…” she drags out and I sense her confusion.
It’s not like me to keep secrets from her.
“Look, I’m getting ready to leave for work. Can I call you on my break?”
“Yeah,” she answers. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes,” I answer her honestly.
She doesn’t mask her sigh of relief.
“What time are you going to take your break?”
“Around noon.”
“Okay. Maybe I’ll stop by for a bite to eat.”
“That would be great.”
There’s another long pause between us.
“Christy,” she says uneasily as if she’s been dreading this. “My mom said Travis stopped by while I was at my dad’s, looking for you.”
I can’t stop my little gasp of horror. Out of the corner of my eye I see Alex’s head jerk up from his plate.
“He didn’t find you, did he?” she asks.
I give my head a little shake and then realize she can’t see it.
“No,” I answer, all the eggs in my stomach churning and threatening to come back up.
Travis is still looking for me? Fuck.
“Good,” she says, relieved.
“What did she tell him?”
“She didn’t know where you were so she told him she didn’t know where to find you. But now she’s asking me questions…”
“What did you tell her?”
“I told her you two had a fight.”
I guess that’s close enough to the truth.
“But I think she feels obligated or something to let him know if she sees you.”
“Shit.”
“Do you want me to tell her the truth?”
“No,” I answer hastily. “Don’t do that.”
“But…” she starts to protest.
I glance uneasily towards Alex. He’s watching me intently now and not even trying to hide it. “We can talk more about it later. I promise I’ll explain everything.”
She sighs unhappily. “Okay.”
“I really gotta go… I’ll talk to you later.”
I think she’s finally getting the hint.
“Okay, I’ll see you later.”
“Later,” I
tell her and hang up.
I stare down at my phone for a moment before slipping it back into my pocket. I’ve been dying to talk to Nicole for days but that phone call did not provide the relief I was looking forward to. There was just no way to explain everything that’s happened in front of Alex, not without getting him involved in my mess.
“Who was that?” he asks before taking a big bite out of a piece of bacon.
I look down at my plate. There’s still half a pile of eggs waiting for me.
“That was my best friend, Nicole.”
Alex nods his head and chews thoughtfully. Swallowing, he takes a huge gulp of his milk, and I watch his throat work before he asks, “Everything okay?”
I nod my head and push my plate away.
“You should finish your eggs,” he says sternly.
I look up, meeting his eyes, but his stare is so intense I end up looking away.
With a sigh, I pull the plate back and dig in.
* * *
Nicole ends up calling me at work instead of stopping by. I spend the fifteen minutes of my break quickly explaining everything to her and letting her know I’m okay.
She’s not totally sold on my new living situation, but now that Travis is sniffing around her place, staying with her is no longer an option.
She wants me to go to the police, but for the thousandth time I explain it’s just his word against mine. They’re not going to do anything until he actually does something to me, and I’ll be damned if I give him the opportunity.
I’ll just keep avoiding him until he gets bored and moves on. And if he doesn’t move on, well, I’m only getting stronger…
Because I have training all week, we agree to meet up and hang out on my first day off—which happens to be Friday. It’s all a bit anticlimactic, and a little more tense than I expected, but it feels really good talking to her again and getting it off my chest.
Walking into the gym, I feel ten pounds lighter and there’s a little bounce to my step.
Dale takes one look at me and tells me to get in the cage.
Well, there goes my day.
Entering the cage, Dale shoves a padded helmet over my head and covers my hands with gloves.
“Am I going to be fighting someone?” I ask with butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
“If I can find someone who won’t snap you in half,” he grunts and turns away from me.
His eyes scan over the gym and I can see several of the guys purposely turning away from him as if they know what’s coming.
Chase’s head pops up in the back.
Oh, fuck, no. There’s no way, I think as Dale stares at him. I feel my forehead breaking out in a cold sweat and I’m just about to beg Dale not to ask Chase when he calls out, “Hey, Beast! Get your ass in here and give me a hand with your prodigy.”
Oh fuck, it’s even worse than I expected.
Alex stops punching his punching bag and uses his forearm to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
“What was that?” he asks, leaning against the bag.
“You heard me,” Dale snaps. “Get your ass in here. Christy needs a sparring partner.”
Alex gives me a what the fuck look.
All I can do is shrug at him.
With a shake of his head, Alex strolls over to the cage and climbs in.
“I thought you were going to get someone who wouldn’t snap me in half,” I immediately protest, taking in the size of him.
“You won’t break her, will you, Beast?” Dale asks, tossing a set of gloves at him.
Alex catches the gloves and grins. “I’ll try not to.”
Dale nods. “That’s good enough for me.”
Fuck the both of ‘em. I’ll show them I’m not some weak little string bean.
Dale helps Alex strap both of his gloves on and then steps out of the way.
“Hey,” I frown up at Alex as he slowly approaches me. “Aren’t you going to put a helmet on?”
His lips curl at the corners with a smirk. “Nah. I don’t think you’re going to make it up that high.”
I take an angry step forward, ready to prove him wrong.
“Christy,” Dale snaps at me and I slide my glare his way. “Lesson number one. You don’t begin until I say. Got it?”
Gritting my teeth together, I nod my head.
Dale motions me forward. “Touch gloves.”
Alex’s dark eyes twinkle at me as I walk up to him and stick my fist out. He lightly taps his glove against mine.
Dale nods his head and slashes his hand down. “Let’s fight!”
Before I can blink, Alex’s fist is tapping my cheek. I stumble backwards and Alex laughs.
“Guard your face!” Dale yells at me.
Shaking my head, I straighten and bring my hands up.
“Now watch him for an opening!”
Slowly, I circle around the cage, watching Alex. Searching for that elusive opening. Every time he begins to move forward, I hastily jump backwards.
“Dammit, Christy! Stop pussyfooting around and fight the guy!” Dale screams angrily at me.
I don’t know what to do. Alex has at least six inches on me in height and a much longer reach, but if I don’t do something Dale is going to kill me.
Steeling myself, I step forward. Alex’s arm flies out and he taps me on the cheek.
“Guard your fucking face!”
I throw my arms up and kick at Alex’s legs. He easily dances out of the way.
This is beyond frustrating.
“Come on, Christy,” Alex taunts me. “Show me what you got, String Bean.”
With a growl, I stalk forward with my hands up. As my fist flies out, his arms easily block me. Before I have a chance to bring my arm back to shield my face, he’s tapping my cheek.
Someone outside the cage laughs, taking great joy in my humiliation. Alex turns his face to look at them and I step forward, striking out. My fist connects with his cheek.
Finally.
Alex grunts, takes a step back and blinks at me in surprise.
“Thatta girl!” Dale yells.
I turn my head to glare at him. I’m not a girl, dammit.
Alex’s fist connects with my cheek hard enough to cause my head to jerk to the side. I try to shake it off and dance back.
“Come on, Dale,” Alex says with exasperation as I nearly trip trying to avoid him. “Didn’t you teach her anything?”
“I’m not a fucking miracle worker,” Dale grumbles.
And that’s it, I’ve fucking had it.
I’m ready to rip my gloves off and stomp out of this gym.
But then Alex gets super cocky and turns his back on me. “She’s not ready yet. Maybe in a few more—”
I take a running jump and launch myself at his back.
Fuck this guy. Seriously.
Wrapping my arm around his neck, I take full advantage of his surprise. I manage to get my arms in the perfect position, right arm against his throat and left against his head. I’m even able to push forward and fully sink it in.
The crowd around the cage goes crazy.
Alex tries to shake me off but it only helps me sink the lock deeper. I wrap my legs around his chest and squeeze.
I don’t let up, not even when I feel his sweat dripping on me.
Gross.
Alex starts to go down, and through the noise I hear Chase screaming, “You have to let go, Christy!”
Relaxing my arms, I hear Alex suck in a shrill breath.
Did I mess up? Did I hurt him?
I relax my arms a little more and loosen my legs.
He reaches back, grabs me by the sides and flips me over his head.
My back hits the floor hard and all the air in my lungs is painfully pushed out of me.
Chapter Thirteen
Alex
Fuck! Shit! Fuck and ass!
Looking down, I see Christy performing a classic imitation of a fish out of water. Her mouth is gasping open in the shape of an O as she tr
ies to pull air back into her lungs.
“Christ, Beast, what the fuck did you do?!” Dale yells at me.
Ignoring the noise around me, I grab Christy by the arm and slide her across the space between us and the wall. Sitting her up against the cage, I grab those long muscular legs and push them up under her chin.
Getting her into position, I hold her by the sides of her face.
“Your diaphragm muscle just took a shock, Christy. It’s temporarily having a spasm. I have your legs pushed up like this so we can get your stomach muscles and diaphragm to relax,” I say soothingly.
The panic is still there behind her eyes but it starts to lessen as she begins to suck in huge breaths of air. Raspy breaths, to be sure, but at least she can breathe now.
It’s a nightmare for anyone to have the air knocked out of them. It’s like someone’s wrapped a vise around your chest and suddenly you have no air. You can’t breathe in, the air is just right there in front of you, but your lungs simply will not draw in the breath.
Back in the first days of my training, I had it happen to me and it scared the shit out of me. Mine happened though when I was punched right in the gut.
“Deep breaths, Runt, deep breaths…” I say before I’m yanked back by Dale.
He glares at me first before he bends down in front of Christy. “You okay, String Bean?”
She nods her head, and he says, “Then get back up, quit lazing about. I gotta look for another partner for you.”
Her eyes go wide at his words and I can see the outline of a smirk on his devilish face. He stands back up as she works her way up the cage wall.
Turning to me, he shakes his head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Shaking my head, I back away from them. “She’s got a fucking mean chokehold. The way she sunk it in makes me think her opponents are going to be fucked.”
“Get your big oaf ass out of my cage. I’ll be seeing to your training soon enough.”
Nodding my head, I’m almost hesitant to give my back to her again. She really does have a mean fucking chokehold.
Checking with her, I ask, “You gonna try and choke me out again if I turn my back to you?”
Her mouth turns into a mischievous grin as she nods. “You bet. If I see your back, you’re going down, big guy.”