ROMANCE: Mr. Mystery: (New Adult Bad Boy Romance) (Contemporary Mystery Short Stories)

by Viva Fox

  Melissa’s head rolled back as his fingers reached her clit and began to gently rub it gently. She was wet and his fingers glided down inside her easily. She let out a long moan as his fingers spread her and plunged inside her.

  Melissa bit her lip as Thomas slowly moved down her body, kissing as he went. His lips lapped at her stomach and sides, residing at her thighs. His teeth bit down on her inner thighs causing her to let out a small yelp. It only seemed to invigorate him though as he tore into her like a rabid dog, his tongue and lips leaving hickeys.

  Even while he passionately kissed her thighs his fingers were still working. His middle finger slid in and out of her wet pussy while his thumb rubbed her clit. With one hand she gripped the side of the couch and with the other she grabbed the back of his head, guiding him away from her thighs and towards her pussy. He obliged with a little force and began to eat her out with the same ferocity that he gave to the kissing.

  His tongue made a long pass over her lips, landing at her clit. The tip of his tongue flicked it with some force causing her body to spasm slightly. Thomas continued to lick as her legs quivered, his strokes beginning slowly and going the whole distance, but then shortened and became more forceful. She moaned his name as she gritted her teeth trying to not be embarrassingly loud, but she couldn’t help it. Her fingers dug into the couch as he slid a finger inside her.

  His tongue focused on her clit, flicking and teasing it while his finger slid back inside her. Melissa wanted to shout out for his cock, but she had no control over what her body was doing.

  One second she was in control and the next, as his tongue and finger hit a rhythm, she felt her body begin to shake. Her legs shook uncontrollably and she came. It lasted a few moments and her thighs tightened around his head, and then it was over. Melissa melted into the couch as Thomas slid back up next to her.

  “Okay, you’re next, I promise,” Melissa whispered through ragged breaths. Thomas laughed and kissed her on the cheek. Standing up he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.

  “I’ll take you up on that offer tomorrow. There’s no way I can have sex the night before a fight. I need the pent up anger. It helps me when I’m out there.” Melissa shifted on the couch and reached for her shirt.

  “Are you turning down sex?” Thomas contemplated for a moment and answered.

  “Not turning down, postponing.” He grabbed her pants and handed them to her. “You’re going to be in town for a few days, I’ll see you tomorrow night after the fight. I won’t need that much downtime because I’m slotted to go down in the third.” Melissa shook her head and stood up, now dressed.

  “You don’t have to do that, you know. This is your life, you don’t need to always be making up for mistakes your father made.” Thomas looked at her with a blank expression and they both stood in silence for a few moments.

  “Yeah, I know.” He started to walk towards the door. “Would you like me to walk you back to your hotel or do you think you can make it back?” Melissa collected her things and followed him to the door.

  “I think I can figure it out.” She kissed him on the cheek and shook her head as she left. “Good luck, Thomas.”

  ****

  Melissa contemplated not going to the fight at all, but she had felt like last night might have had an impact. At least, she hoped so and she was willing to gamble on that feeling she had. She took the winnings that she had made from her first day and took them to the fight center. Melissa walked up to the window and placed her bet. Ten thousand dollars on Thomas to win in the third round, by knockout. As she placed her bet she heard two men talking in the corner.

  “Yeah, I just went and had a chat with Tommy Boy. He looked good. He said he would make it look legit, but we already knew that.” Melissa turned and saw the man that Thomas had spoken to the night before when they had met.

  He was standing with another man dressed in the same type of cheap Italian suit. They were huddled together in the corner and watching as other people placed bets. They stood and watched the ticker tape of the various odds flash by. “It’ll be a decent payout if he does what we say.”

  Melissa took her ticket from the woman and slid it into her pocket. She needed to find a way to get back so that she could talk to Thomas. She didn’t regret placing the bet, but she also wanted to make sure that those thugs hadn’t gotten in his head. So, she made her way through the crowded room and found a door that led towards the locker rooms.

  It didn’t take her too long but she found Thomas’ room. She initially headed towards the noise, but all she found was his competitor. He had about twenty people in there with him all hyping him up for the fight, but Thomas sat alone, listening to music.

  She snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around quickly, grabbing her hand, but let go as soon as he realized it was her. He embraced her in a monstrous hug that lifted her off the ground. He set her back down and kissed her, causing her to blush.

  “I’m so glad you made it. I was terrified that I had ruined everything last night.” He began to pace the room and Melissa could tell just how tense he was. “I barely slept last night because I was thinking about everything you said.

  Then those goons came in here to make sure that I kept my promise, but I don’t know. Maybe you’re right, maybe I’m better than this.” Melissa smiled ear to ear as he spoke.

  “I’d bet on it,” she said with a wink. Thomas stood silent for a moment.

  “Did you bet on me?” Melissa was expecting him to be happy, but instead saw that his face had dropped. She quickly went into damage control mode.

  “Thomas, this isn’t like your father. I made money when I got here. I’m not betting my future on you, I’m just betting money. I would never hold this against you if you lost, I swear.” Thomas looked at her as she reached out and grabbed his hands. He smiled back at her and spoke.

  “Why not bet your future on me?” Thomas stepped forward and took Melissa in his arms, kissing her. His hands slid down her back and his fingertips hooked her waistband. She let out a little yelp of pleasure when his fingers goosed her ass.

  “I thought you said that you didn’t want to have sex before your fight?” Thomas didn’t answer with words, but instead answered with action. He unfastened Melissa’s pants and pulled them down, exposing her ass.

  She let out another yelp as he bent her over the bench in the center of the room. Kneeling behind her, Thomas slowly pulled off her panties revealing her pussy. He spread her cheeks slightly with his hands and began to eat her out from behind, his tongue lathering her up.

  It didn’t take long until she was dripping wet and Thomas stood up, pulling down his athletic shorts. Melissa turned around slightly and watched as his massive erection flopped out of the waistband. She bit her lip and turned back around, grabbing the bench for support while he rubbed the tip of his cock along her pussy.

  She heard him moan quietly as the head of his dick slid inside her. Melissa on the other hand let out a long, loud moan. His dick stretching her pussy as he pushed himself in further.

  After a few seconds of adjusting Thomas began to thrust, his groin grinding into hers. Her ass clapped against his pelvis and he reached down and grabbed her. One hand firmly squeezed at her ass, the other was fondling her breast.

  Melissa felt his chest heaving against her back as he thrusted, his dick throbbing inside of her. She moaned his name with each thrust and after a few minutes he let go of her tit and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He pulled her head back as she moaned, his dick slamming harder inside her than ever before.

  He stopped abruptly and pulled out, spinning Melissa around so she was facing him. He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her into the air then, her thighs gripping around his waist. With one hand supporting her, he took his other and guided his cock back inside of her.

  Thomas then slammed her into a nearby wall as his cock ravaged her. Her fingernails clawed at his back but he didn’t seem to mind. He held her suspen
ded like this, thrusting for a few minutes until he pulled out once again and set her down.

  With one hand gripping her hair he guided Melissa to her knees where she began to fondle his balls. He stroked himself quickly as he neared climax and Melissa waited with an open, eager mouth. It didn’t take long and Thomas came, his cum dribbling out into Melissa’s mouth.

  He moaned quietly as he finished. Melissa then took his dick in her mouth and cleaned him out, her tongue teasing his head for a moment. With a shudder he fell back onto the bench, and pulled her up after him.

  “So, what did you bet,” he asked while laboring to catch his breath. “I hope it’s a good one.” Melissa smiled and looked up at him.

  “It doesn’t matter. I just want you to win.”

  ****

  Melissa sat anxiously in the crowd as the octagon girls made their way across the ring. In any other situation Melissa may have enjoyed watching the buxom women bounce their way across the ring, but she could barely see straight she was so nervous. With a bottle of water clutched in her hands she watched Thomas make his entrance.

  It was a mixed response, some of the crowd booing, obviously supporting the one slated to win. He was a big guy with a slightly longer reach than Thomas, but after the stretching they had done in the locker room Melissa didn’t think Thomas was too nervous.

  He stepped into the octagon and waited for his opponent to get inside the ring as well. When he did they both did their alpha male stunts where they attempted to psych the other person out. Thomas didn’t seem too thrown off by the growling that Melissa could hear from the stands. After the announcer went over the rules to start off the fight, the referee stepped in and had them touch gloves in the middle of the ring. They returned to their corners and the fight took off.

  Thomas blasted out of his corner swinging, landing his first three hits against the unsuspecting victim. The man fell back into the fence wall, reeling. As Thomas cocked back for another swing the opponent got his hands up to block, defending his face from the onslaught of punches. Even with this block up, Thomas continued to rain down punches not allowing the man to break off the wall. With sweat pouring off both of them, Thomas retreated a few steps.

  The other man took this chance to make his offensive move, but that’s what Thomas was expecting. As the man charged forward, Thomas swept his legs causing the man to topple to the mat. Thomas leapt on top of the man and mounted him, his thighs holding the man to the ground. His opponent thrashed and tried to fight loose, but couldn’t.

  Thomas’ fists fell relentlessly, the man could barely defend himself. The ref even seemed to be about to step in, but just as he was about to step in, the bell went off for the round. The referee jumped in and pulled Thomas off. He confidently walked back to his corner where Melissa saw there were the two thugs from earlier waiting for him.

  They jumped up onto the side of the ring and tossed him a water bottle. He took sips of water as they clearly scolded him. Melissa tried to watch his face to see what he was feeling. She strained her eyes to see but the only thing she could see on his face was determination.

  The bell rang, meaning the second round was starting and after he tossed the water bottle back over the cage wall he turned around, cutting off the two thugs. She watched as one pointed at him, but Thomas shrugged it off.

  The next round wasn’t exactly the clearest victory. Thomas’ opponent clearly thought this was going to be an easy fight and came in soft. However, he turned the heat up in the second round. When the bell rang ending the round Melissa saw that Thomas was a bit shaken up. He was slated to drop in the third round and even if he didn’t mean to do it on purpose, he might drop. When he returned back to his corner, Melissa saw the sign though.

  The two thugs whispered something to him and Melissa watched a fire light up behind his eyes. Thomas slid his mouth guard back into his mouth and turned to where Melissa was sitting. He pointed to his heart and Melissa knew that it was time to go.

  This is where he took the win. She stood up and made her way towards the back of the auditorium where there were a few stands all paying out the bets. Melissa stood in line and looked up at the televisions that were broadcasting the fight.

  The bell rang and Thomas fired out of his corner like a bullet. His fists landed in combination. The first broke the opponent’s block, the second caught him in the jaw sending his head snapping to the side. The third punch caught him just beneath the jaw and Melissa watched in what felt like slow motion.

  The man’s head shot back and snapped. His entire body went still and his arms fell to his side. Then, like a tree that was cut down in the forest, his body fell backward. It bounced once and then fell still.

  Melissa knew that only a second or two had passed, but in the moment it felt like years. As the man’s body went still on the mat it seemed like no one in the entire auditorium took a breath.

  After that moment though the entire building erupted in applause and cheering. Thomas lifted his arms up and started screaming, running around the ring. The referee and a medic rushed into the ring to check the other man, but it didn’t even phase Thomas.

  Melissa made it to the front of the line and pulled out her betting stub. She slid it across the counter and the woman behind the glass let out an audible gasp. The woman motioned for a man that was standing there who looked at the computer and laughed.

  “It looks like your lucky day, would you like your winnings in cash or chips?” The man slid back a piece of paper with the number of her winnings and she laughed out loud as well. Sliding it back she answered.

  “Cash please, I have someone I need to go see.” The man nodded and walked into the back room.

  After a few minutes the man walked out with a tray of money. He counted it out in front of her and the a few people gathered around to see. It took about five minutes to count out the winnings, but once the man was done, a large crowd had gathered.

  Including the two thugs that had been harassing Thomas. The man came out of the locked back room and presented her with the bag and key. He asked if she would want an escort as he looked out over the crowd, but Thomas rushed up.

  “That won’t be necessary, I can handle it from here.” Thomas placed his hand on the small of her back and Melissa let him guide her out onto the strip and into their future.

  THE END

  Bad Boy Fighter

  Chapter 1

  Kiley Bullens stumbled down the street. Her bare feet padded against the cracked sidewalk as dirt gathered between her toes. She giggled to herself as she stumbled into a nearby wall. The world around her kept spinning, blurring everything together. Kiley hadn’t been this intoxicated in a very long time. Recently, she had become best friends with the bottle. It was her escape, a means of making the world colorful again. It made the world beautiful. She looked up at the nighttime sky and smiled. In her drunken state, every star was a diamond.

  She was then about to continue walking down the street when she collapsed. She tumbled to the ground and giggled as she sat there, hugging her knees. The alcohol gave her skin a bright red glow. Her bleach blonde hair was in a messy disarray. Her breath reeked of booze.

  As she looked around, she hugged her knees tighter. She closed her eyes, forgetting all her miseries. Her conscious was clear now, free of responsibilities and expectations. Now she wasn’t the daughter of James Bullens, owner of Bullen Bullets, a company that specialized in military grade bullets for the special ops department. Now she was free.

  And alcohol was her ticket to freedom. Parties, overflowing with alcohol turned into an escape from reality. Tonight, she had drunk herself into oblivion at the Marlin Mansion house party. It had been a decent party with decent booze. It had been enough for Kiley.

  Now she was in her own little world, flying high. At the party, she had managed to get away from her bodyguards. As the daughter of Mr. Bullens, she was placed under protection at all times. She hated it. She felt trapped. She felt like a slave. She was constantly runn
ing away from them.

  Right now these bodyguards were searching high and low for her. They searched while she sat down in the middle of the street all by herself. Had she been sober she would have been scared. The nearby street light was flickering ominously. Weird sounds surrounded her as she sat there, playing with the hem of her dress, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

  Finally, after a moment, Kiley managed to get up. She walked down the street, walking further and further into dangerous territory. This part of town harbored gangs, violence, and crimes. It was no place for a sheltered rich girl. Yet, she walked down this street, unknowingly putting herself in danger. There was an idiotic smile on her face as she forgot everything. It felt good to forget.

  As Kiley kept her head in the clouds, a group of men spotted her. They started to approach her, malicious intentions in their body language. They could easily see that this girl was drunk. They smirked at each other. A plan hatched between them as they threw up their hoods. They got into position.