by Lolita Lopez
Grasping her hips, Tom wasted no time entering her. He lined up their bodies and thrust his hips, impaling her soft pussy on his rigid pole. He could feel the toy in her ass in much the same way he could often feel Frank when they double-teamed her.
The plug still buried in Tom’s bottom brought him such pleasure. It rubbed against his prostate and gave him the sensation of being penetrated while fucking Lexi. It was absolute heaven.
Tom expected Frank to put on a condom and replace the toy in Lexi’s ass with his cock. To Tom and Lexi’s surprise, he chose another path, one they hadn’t given a try since that night in the hotel at the lake. He slathered lubricant all over his dick and moved into position between Tom’s thighs and behind Lexi. They both stilled in anticipation.
“You want my cock, Lexi?” Frank kissed her back. “You want my cock in your pussy with Tom’s?”
Lexi sucked in an uncertain breath. “Yes. But slow and easy, Frank.”
“Always, sugar,” he promised and kissed her shoulder.
Tom gritted his teeth, certain he wouldn’t last long if Frank managed to get inside that tight sheath. She was already filled by Tom and had that toy stretching her ass. It might not even work. Besides, the last time they’d tried this, Tom had been almost soft after coming inside her. Frank had stunned them both by sliding in with Tom’s spent dick. It had been amazing for all three of them.
Frank’s cockhead pressed against Tom’s shaft. Lexi moaned but didn’t tense in Tom’s arms. He watched her face carefully. He knew how much she wanted to please them and how adventurous she could be. He wasn’t going to let her get hurt because they were all overzealous.
“Oh! Oh! Frank!” She shouted Frank’s name in surprise as the crown of his dick entered her wet cunt.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Tom chanted his favorite curse word as Frank slid in an inch or so. The sensation of Lexi’s pussy clamping around him and Frank’s cock touching his inside her was too wild. The plug stuck in his ass jostled with Frank’s movement. Oh, hell! He was going to bust a nut too soon if he wasn’t careful.
“Oh, sugar.” Frank sounded like he was ready to pass out. “Tom, your cock! Oh, fuck. Fuck!”
“I know.” Tom tried to breath. He held perfectly still as Lexi started to rock between their bodies. She looked enraptured. Mouth wide and eyelids half-closed, she braced herself on Tom’s chest and moved carefully back and forth. There was no way she could take all of Frank and him but she sure as hell gave it that old college try.
“My pussy,” Lexi said in awe. “Oh, my pussy feels so good.”
Tom’s toes curled into the bed. If she kept talking about her pussy, he was going to come so hard he’d probably blow the top off his head. Lexi’s nails scratched his chest. She moved a little faster now. It was obvious the three of them weren’t going to last long. After tonguing her clit, Tom had left Lexi very aroused. The way she was rubbing her clit against his pelvis told him all he needed to know.
Tom held tight to her waist. Frank’s hands were just below his. They clasped the woman they loved between their bodies and rocked in that primal dance that was all too familiar. Lexi inhaled shaky breaths. She clawed at his chest even as he tried to soothe her with his lips against her breasts. A nipple dangled too close to his mouth for him to ignore it. He teethed the pink peak and flicked his tongue over the tip. Lexi’s pussy began to spasm.
“Oh. Oh. Oh!” Each exclamation climbed the scale. She screamed as she came, her mouth open and head thrown back as she gyrated wildly between them. Tom couldn’t fight it a moment longer. He thrust as deep as he could and unleashed his orgasm. That plug knocking against his prostate made it a powerful release. Dizzy, he clung to Lexi as Frank made fast, jerky movements and spilled inside her.
Unable to speak and hardly able to draw breath into their lungs, they remained joined. Lexi slumped over Tom’s shoulder and rested her cheek against him. Her nose touched his neck and her scent filled his nose. Frank curled over her back and stroked Tom’s side. Neither man moved for fear of hurting her. Not that they had the energy to do more than breathe in that moment.
Frank’s soft erection slipped out of her first. He groaned and fell onto the bed next to Tom. Their gazes met and Frank smiled. He held out his hand. Tom took it and squeezed. All was forgiven.
Chapter Seven
Frank winced as the two fighters in the cage bloodied one another. The winner of this fight would take on Tom in the championship round. There was no doubt in Frank’s mind that Tom would win his upcoming semi-final match to reach the championship match.
He glanced at Lexi who kept hiding her face behind her hands. He worried she wasn’t going to make it through the night. She hadn’t been able to eat a thing when he’d taken her out for an early dinner. He’d finally managed to get some pretzels into her in the VIP lounge before they took their seats. The last thing he needed was for her to faint from low blood sugar.
Leaning over, he put his lips close to her ear. “You okay, sweetheart?”
The fear in her eyes made his stomach tightened. “No.”
“Hey,” he said softly and rubbed her hand. “Tom’s going to do great. You’ll see.”
“I don’t know how you’ve done this over and over.” She dared a peek at the brutal beat down going on in the cage. “Tom hasn’t even fought yet and I’m ready to pass out.”
Frank hid his shared fear behind a teasing grin. “You’re just soft.” He fought the urge to kiss her temple. After the picture in the paper and the online gossip rags that morning, the situation was a bit tough. In private, Lexi belonged to both of them. In public, Tom had claimed her as his. For now, they’d agreed to just go with it.
Honestly, Frank wasn’t upset. He’d always known that eventually Lexi was probably going to want the old-fashioned commitment of marriage. Their home state of Texas was kind of picky about that whole one man, one woman thing. One of them would have to be content with a private commitment ceremony. Whether they flipped a coin or had a cage match, only one of them could legally marry Lexi. Secretly, Frank had always known that man would be Tom. Of the two of them, Tommy needed that kind of concrete symbol of love and devotion and belonging. If this was the first step in that, Frank was only too happy to take it with them.
The crowd’s roar pulled Frank from his thoughts. Inside the ring, the fighter, Griff, had thrust his knee into the jaw of his opponent. The guy teetered on his feet before finally slumping forward and striking the mat. He bounced twice. Frank cringed as the referee raced to the fighter’s side. He called the fight instantly and waved in the guy’s team.
Frank’s gaze remained on Griff, the man Tom would fight in the final match. He was a big son of a bitch, close to Tom in size and height, and a mean fighter. His unrefined tactics reminded Frank of Tom in the early days. Oh, yeah, this guy could be trouble.
Lexi squeezed his hand in trepidation. The cage was cleared, and in no time at all, Tom and his opponent were heading toward the cage. Frank noticed the way Tom avoided their section of seats. Frank didn’t blame him. Tom needed to keep his mind focused. One look at Lexi in her sexy red number and he’d falter. Hell, Frank could barely keep his head on the fight with her sitting so close and looking so delicious. She was wearing those fuck-me high heels, the same ones she’d worn on Valentine’s Day. God, he loved those shoes.
Tom hopped from foot to foot in his corner of the cage. Frank sized up Tom’s opponent. The guy had legs like fucking tree trunks. He was one of those Muay Thai enthusiasts. Once, Frank had gotten into a scrape with a guy who fought in that style. One kick had snapped his ribs and left him in excruciating pain. He hoped like hell Tom could put this guy down fast.
The two fighters bumped hands. Frank’s gut clenched as the bell clanged and the match started. Tom and his opponent circled one another. Tom ducked when the guy threw a punch but landed one of his own on the guy’s jaw followed by a nasty left jab. The guy danced back and tried to clear his head but Tom wasn’t having any of that.
He followed him, stepping in and delivering a series of punches that drove his opponent into the chain-link fence of the cage’s perimeter. Tom walloped his opponent. He used his body to keep the other guy trapped against the chain link.
The round ended with the blast of an air horn. Tom stepped away from the fighter. As Tom headed back to his corner for water and a wipe down, the other fighter seemed to struggle a bit. Frank doubted this one would go beyond two rounds.
When they squared off again, Tom cracked the guy’s jaw again. Frank winced, certain that poor bastard would be on a liquid diet for the next few days. Tom punched him again, this time in the temple, but before he could get another punch in, his opponent blocked him with a knee. Tom hopped back but Frank caught the flinch of pain. His ribs had been grazed by the opponent’s knee.
Tom’s opponent took advantage of that flinch and kicked high. He contacted Tom’s head and sent Tom stumbling back. Frank shot out of his seat. Next to him, Lexi shouted no. Tom shook his head and quickly blocked the fighter’s oncoming barrage of kicks. He sidestepped and stuck out his arm, close-lining his opponent and dropping him to the floor. Tom put him in a headlock and squeezed so tightly the guy started to fade. He tapped out before passing out completely.
The match won, Tom headed back to his corner. All around them, the crowd was whooping it up. It had been a good fight. Frank watched Tom and tried to breathe. That kick had been a good one. Tom blinked fast, as if trying to focus, and sipped his water. Frank had seen that look once before, a night Tom had ended up with a major concussion.
Shit. Fuck.
Frank warred with himself as Tom headed back to his locker room for a short break. He wanted to rush back to the locker room and beg Tom to forfeit. His next opponent was nasty. He could put a world of hurt on Tom. Even if Tom won, he was going to suffer in that cage.
Beside him, Lexi looked like she was about to toss her cookies. He slid his arm around her shoulders and gave her a reassuring squeeze. Tom was a grown man. He could make his own decisions. If he felt good enough to go through with the next fight, so be it. Frank had tried to make Tom see the risk and it hadn’t gone well. He wasn’t going to start another argument now. Not tonight, not in such a public place.
In no time at all, the cage was readied for the next fight. The break seemed too short to Frank. He supposed Tom had the advantage of still being warm and pumped with adrenaline from his fight while Griff had been in his locker room long enough to get cold and feel the fade of his fight-or-flight response. If Griff had been going through drills the whole time to stay warm, he might be more tired that Tom. It could be an advantage.
Lexi’s fingers gripped his as the intro music for Griff began. She warily eyed the other fighter as he danced and threw fake punches on his way down the aisle. The guy was a total jackoff. Frank knew the type. Arrogant, flashy.
When Tom’s familiar music began, fear gripped him. He prayed this would be the last time he’d ever have to watch Tom climb into the cage. He prayed Tom would get whatever the hell it was he needed from this fight. He hoped Tom would be able to leave the cage satisfied and content to retire on top of the game. There was a whole new world waiting for him outside the cage. Frank just hoped Tom was brave enough to take that first step.
Lexi squeezed his fingers so tightly they were going numb. He didn’t dare shake them off. She needed to feel him to stay grounded. His stomach lurched violently as the two men touched gloves and the bell rang.
Both men came out of their corners as if their asses were on fire. Immediately, they were trading punches. Tom got in a couple of good kicks. Griff returned the favor. They were evenly matched. Unless Tom caught a lucky break and landed just the right punch or kick, this wasn’t going to be a one or two round match. This thing might go all the way to the final bell.
Lexi gasped and clapped her hands as Tom took Griff to the ground. He straddled the other man’s waist and pummeled his head. Griff got his hands up in time and managed to block the bulk of the blows. Tom shifted a little and found a sweet spot. He knocked Griff in the temple a few times. Beneath him, Griff twisted side to side until he managed to get a leg free. The man used his brute strength to push Tom off him.
They fell to the side and started to grapple. Thankfully, the air horn blasted across the crowd, ending the round. Both men separated and headed back to their corners. Frank tensed at the sight of Tom breathing hard and sweating. He sat down on the stool and took little sips of the water as Jacko coached his breathing and gave him tips for the next round.
In no time at all, they were going after it in the center of the cage. It was much of the same. Tommy got in two or three good punches. Griff landed one. Tommy kicked and Griff blocked. Griff kicked and Tom blocked. Back and forth, they traded blows around the cage.
Frank paid more attention to Griff during the interval between rounds two and three. The other man was panting hard and ruddy with exertion. Tom looked as if he might be faring a bit better. Griff seemed to be favoring his left shoulder. He glanced at those big ass legs and worried Griff would rely on kicks to get him through the round. With muscled thighs like that, he could break a jaw or worse.
At the beginning of the third round, Tom managed to get in five really great punches. Griff’s head snapped back and forth but the big bastard didn’t go down. Instead, he came back with nasty kicks. Tommy blocked them but forgot to watch that other leg. He got swept and went to the mat. He scrambled to his feet but was too slow to block the massive foot coming right at him. Griff clobbered Tommy with that kick. Tom went down like a sack of fucking rocks.
“Shit!” It was Lexi who let loose a string of expletives. Frank almost puked as Tom fought to stand. He swayed on his feet and shook his head, slinging sweat droplets in all direction. Tom managed to fend off Griff for the remaining seconds of the round. When he retreated to his corner of the cage, Frank could tell he was hurt.
“Jesus.” Frank chewed his thumb in the same way Tom often did when nervous. Tom closed his eyes as he rested on the stool and seemed to be lost in some faraway place. All those medical articles he’d printed and pored over raced through Frank’s mind. Statistics flashed before his eyes. How many brain cells had Tom just damaged?
Please, Frank prayed silently. Let him be safe this round.
As the air horn signaled the fourth round, Tom flew out of his corner. It took Frank by surprise. His man looked like a goddamn bull as he raged toward his opponent. Tom took Griff down like a Neanderthal and pummeled him until the man was limp as a rag doll. All around them, the crowd went insane. This was what they’d paid for, after all. This violence was what they all wanted to see.
Tommy wrapped his arm around Griff’s neck and rolled onto his back. He tightened his choke hold and used his legs to keep Griff in place, forcing the other man’s body into a hyperextended arc that looked so incredibly painful. Even before the man passed out, Frank could see his arms and legs slackening.
When Griff finally succumbed, Tom let him loose. He moved out from under his opponent and rolled him onto his left side, just in case. Tom climbed to his feet and staggered to his corner. Frank ached for Tom who was obviously in a bad way. He and Lexi barely made it through the winner ceremony at the end and the interview they forced Tom to give.
Frank decided not to wait for Tom and his crew to leave the cage. He grabbed Lexi’s hand and led her out of the seats and down the aisle to the tunnel. A guard checked their VIP passes and waved them through to the locker rooms. They found Tom’s locker room and flashed their credentials before slipping inside.
“Oh, god, Frank. I can’t do that again.” Lexi looked like she was about to crumple. He pulled her soft, warm body into his arms and hugged her tightly. “He can’t fight again, Frank. He just can’t.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be an issue.” Frank had seen something on Tom’s face after the fight. It looked almost like hatred. Frank got the feeling Tom wasn’t as in love with the sport as he’d been.
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bsp; “From your lips to God’s ears,” she whispered.
He took her to one of the benches and pulled her down next to him. They sat in silence as the seconds ticked by on the clock mounted on the far wall. Finally, the door opened and Jacko strode inside. A weary Tom followed him with Benson just a few steps behind. Though Frank wanted to rush to Tom, he knew their secret had to be kept. The world of mixed martial arts wasn’t exactly accepting of bisexual men.
Tom looked relieved to see them. Lexi stood but seemed uncertain. When Tom smiled gently and held out his arm, she rushed to him. Careful not to hug him too tightly, she gently rose on tiptoes to kiss him. “I’m pretty sure those two fights gave me an ulcer.”
Tom laughed. “It wasn’t pretty on my end either.”
Frank met Tom’s gaze. They shared a secret moment over Lexi’s head. The other men in the room remained oblivious to the love they telegraphed between their gazes. That was just the way Frank wanted it.
The locker room door burst open. “Tommy! My man! What a fucking fight!”
Frank frowned as Billy stormed into the place. He tried to pull Tom away from Lexi but Tom’s arm tightened around her. Frank smirked. Tom had told him about the run-in the night prior. Billy had made a colossal mistake in trying to insult Lexi. Billy was the kind of asshole who went around spouting off crap like “bros before hos” and who expected every other guy to act the same way. He’d clearly pegged Tom wrong.
“Hey, Frank, didn’t expect to see you here.” Billy looked less than pleased. “How’s the gym business?”
“I can’t complain.” Frank wasn’t about to get into a pissing match with this guy.
Billy eyed Lexi with interest. “Is it true that your dad is Eddie Cortez?”
Lexi pursed her lips, probably fully aware of what was about to be said next. “Yes.”
“You think he’d be interesting in advertising? Maybe you could put in a good word for us. I’d make sure some of that cash trickles down to your boyfriend.” He clapped Tom’s arm.