The Boxer (Modern Love Book 2)

by Piper Rayne

  He takes a step forward.

  “You’re perfect.” He slides one side of his boxers down.

  Another step.

  “Perfect tits.” He slides the other side of his boxers down.

  One more step.

  “Now, I need to see your perfect pussy.”

  He slides his boxers down his legs and steps out of them.

  I suck in a breath as I take my first glance at his fully naked body. His cock is bigger than any other I’ve seen before. When I say other, I mean Chase and the vibrators Lennon’s brought over. I lick my lips and realize that for the first time in my life I really want to fall to my knees and take a man into my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel him at the back of my throat and to feel him wind my hair through his fingers as he explodes inside my mouth.

  His hands skim up my legs and grab both sides of my panties, ripping them along the seams.

  “Lucas,” I sigh. My breasts are heavy with need and my nipples tighten so much it’s almost painful.

  “Just as I thought, perfect pussy.” He falls to his knees, his hands gripping my inner thighs to keep me in place.

  Then his mouth is on me, his tongue is sliding along my center and I’m bucking against his mouth. He releases a deep growl from the depth of his throat and I clench to keep my orgasm at bay, not wanting him to stop.

  He sucks my clit into his mouth and the scratchy ropes mark my palms from my tightening grip.

  Just as I’m about to let it go, assured he’ll get me here a second time, he stops. His tongue licks up my stomach, through the crevice of my breasts, up my neck, over my chin to my lips.

  “I need to be inside of you,” he whispers and before I have a chance to kiss him again, his lips leave and move to my ear. “Be right back,” he says.

  He jumps out of the ring and the light overhead is too bright to see what he’s doing away, but he returns seconds later, with a condom.

  “Miss me?” he asks.

  My eyes fixate on his hands as he opens the condom, takes it out and places it on the tip of his dick. My mouth doesn’t just water, it practically salivates like a cartoon character’s.

  I want to scream at him to hurry, I want to grab him and bring him to me, I want to guide his cock into my pussy so he can fuck me so hard our eager bodies are slapping against each other slick with sweat and I’m no longer Tahlia, the obsessive-compulsive prude, but his sex kitten purring for more.

  Before I have to beg, his arms move under my thighs and we both watch as his massive length slides into me. To my surprise we’re a perfect fit. The stretching sensation around his cock amplifies as he drags himself out of me and I clench around him.

  There’s nothing sweet or gentle about our sex. It’s raw, it’s intense, and it’s electrifying. He controls my hips as he thrusts again and again. Since my arms are secured to the ropes he takes a step back and pulls my body out from the corner of the ring. His large hands clasp my hips while he drives his cock in and out of me. He’s in complete control and there’s nothing I can do except take it, enjoy it, bask in the pleasure he’s bestowing upon me.

  My breath is shallow and my heart beats wildly in my chest. My clit is engorged and the tingling sensation begins in my core and I know I’m close.

  “Fuck,” he murmurs, his eyes closing as I begin clenching around his cock.

  “I can’t hold it,” I manage to say.

  “Don’t. Come all over me, baby.”

  Once ‘baby’ flows out of his mouth, I’m done. No one has ever called me a term of endearment like that and I’m not sure why it carries me over the edge, but I freefall over the cliff Lucas brought me to.

  He reaches forward and releases my hands from the ropes.

  “Lucas,” I cry out and he only pumps faster and harder into me. I ride the wave of my orgasm as long as I can, spiraling into bliss and unwilling for it to end.

  “Wrap your arms around my shoulders,” he says, his voice breathless, and he locks my back against the cushion and continues fucking me like the beast he is. My breasts rub along his bare chest, teasing my nipples while he licks and sucks on my flesh. He jerks into me out of rhythm and then moans out his release.

  “Perfect. Fucking perfect,” he mumbles until he stills inside of me and his shoulders relax slightly.

  I wait for him to release my legs, to back up and dispose of the condom, but he keeps us where we are. His lips move up to my lips until he kisses me slow, gentle and more loving than I would have thought he would. He ends the kiss and then his arms unhook, letting my weak legs fall to the floor.

  “Stay the night?” he asks before we’re even disconnected from one another.

  “Sure,” I answer, not sure that I should, but knowing I don’t want to leave him right now.

  “Let me clean up and then we’ll move this upstairs to my apartment,” he says, pulling out of me and grabbing his boxers on the way under the ropes.

  I pick up the shreds of my panties and then put my dress on, no bra. Tucking them into my purse, I grab my phone and glance up to double-check that he’s not on his way back here. I see a text from Lennon, of the damn graphic she had made up of the unicorn cock for her t-shirt.

  Lennon: I have a good feeling about this Lucas guy. I think he’s your UNICORN COCK.

  I laugh, but for once I wonder if Lennon might know what she’s talking about.

  14

  I wake up, feeling the delicious soreness in my body from a night of sex. Not just regular sex, but mind-blowing sex. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always enjoyed sex, but I now understand why people can be preoccupied and addicted to that. I’m not sure I’d ever have enough of Lucas. Last night we did it again in the shower, he bent me over his kitchen table, and lastly at six this morning, he woke me up by sliding his cock inside me. The feeling that he wants me as much as I want him is thrilling. Unbelievably so.

  His fingers brush along my side and I’m thankful it’s Sunday because if I had to go to work right now, I think I might actually cry and throw myself on the floor in true toddler tantrum fashion.

  I moan and his lips follow the path of his fingers as he makes his way down to my pussy. Sooner than I’d prefer, his head emerges from the sheet and I smell myself on his lips. In only one night I realized something about Lucas—he loves for me to kiss him after he goes down on me and to lick his fingers after he’s pleasured me with his hand. He loves when I taste myself. It spurs an unquenchable desire in him that I’m more than happy to fulfill.

  “I literally have no energy,” I say, my arms falling to my sides.

  His deep chuckle vibrates off my neck and his green sparkling eyes cast down to me.

  “Coffee?”

  Although I can’t bear the thought of his body lifting off me, I know staying in bed all day is not an option. Plus, I’m not sure I’ve done that since… um… never. Never have I spent the entire day in bed. Santora women don’t lie around. Too much to be done.

  “Sounds amazing,” I answer and just as I suspected, I miss the weight of him when he leaves the confines of the bed in order to make our energy-replacing drink.

  He swings his legs over the bed, leaving me to admire his perfectly sculpted back while he shimmies his boxers on. Not sure why he wants to wear clothes now—he didn’t earlier when we raided the fridge at three am. Then again, I ended up pinned to the counter as he had me close my eyes and fed me a variety of takeout.

  His apartment is a small studio, so I admire the way his strong body moves around the space while he makes coffee. Quickly, the smell emanates throughout the room, awakening my tired limbs. I sit up further in the bed, trying to find my dress, but I spot it in a ball by the front door. Nope, not sauntering across this floor for it even if the man knows in full detail what lies under the sheet I’m clutching to my chest. What is it about daylight that brings all your insecurities back to the surface?

  One of Lucas’ t-shirts is balled up in a chair sitting next to his bed, so I slide out from the covers and thro
w it over my head.

  “Caught you,” he says, jumping on the bed. “Why so shy?” he asks, his finger lazily moving up and down my arm.

  “I’m not shy.” I stand and pull the t-shirt down even though it hits me mid-thigh. It smells like his cologne—a musky scent mixed with what I now know from our shower last night is his soap.

  “You’re leaving the bed.” He scoots up to the headboard, his hands resting in his lap, not an embarrassed bone in his body. I wouldn’t be either if I had less than ten percent body fat.

  “I need to use the restroom.” I glance over my shoulder and rush to sneak away.

  While in the bathroom, I hear him moving around the apartment. Hard rock music starts to play soon after and I contemplate my choices. I have lunch plans with the girls, but I could cancel. The only thing I have to attend today is my family dinner tonight. Sundays at the Santoras are never to be forgotten. Then I realize I’m assuming he wants me to stay. Maybe coffee was out of pity, or his way of saying, Here’s your coffee, you may go now. Maybe he’s nice like that, so I don’t have to stop at Starbucks and be one of many girls doing the walk of shame home.

  Knock, knock.

  I startle, turning the knobs on the faucet off.

  “Coffee is ready,” he says and his footsteps pad away down the small hallway.

  “Be right there.”

  My fingers weave through my hair to get the snarls out. Lucky for me, there’s no bed head since my head was only on a pillow for maybe an hour total the entire night. I dig through his drawers for toothpaste, coming to a stash of unused toothbrushes. All inscribed with Dr. Audrey Campbell, DMD. Nice, either he’s a thief or he’s screwing Dr. Audrey Campbell, DMD. I select a pink one and if his hidden toothbrushes are for all the women he brings home, it’s a nice touch. Like a parting gift at the end of an evening. I imagine a group of girls talking. “Oh, Lucas Cummings makes sure you never leave his place with plaque on your teeth or bad breath. Every visit comes with a complimentary toothbrush!” What if every guy handed something out after a casual sex night? The possibilities are endless.

  Knock. Knock.

  “I’m getting lonely,” he says.

  I brush my teeth as fast as possible and place Dr. Audrey’s pink toothbrush on the side of the sink. I open the door to find Lucas leaning against the wall with a cup of coffee in his hand. He hasn’t put on any more clothes and there’s a small bulge in his boxers now.

  I reach for the cup but he raises it above his head.

  “I need payment first.” His face is stone cold and shows no sign of amusement.

  I walk up to him, my t-shirt-covered breasts pushing against his hard chest, rise on my tiptoes and place my hands on either side of his face. My lips plant on his and he sneaks his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, I drop to my heels and he hands me the coffee.

  “I see you found the toothbrushes?” He smirks.

  I nod, walking down the hall. “Nice parting gifts,” I say. I swivel on my feet to face him and he has a puzzled look on his face.

  “Breakfast?” he asks, opening his fridge door. I doubt he can cook for me since last night he fed me his leftover takeout from the week. Cold pizza, lo mein, spaghetti.

  “Pizza?” I laugh and he closes the door, grabbing his own coffee and sitting next to me at the table.

  “Yeah, sorry, last week was my binge week.” His hand pushes through his hair and I miss the feel of his silky strands already.

  “Binge week?”

  “Yeah, I train hardcore for my matches and then I allow myself to binge for one week.”

  “Why? You don’t seem to have to worry about weight?” I take a sip of his coffee, realizing it’s not my usual.

  “I have to stay within my range otherwise I won’t be allowed to box.” He focuses on me and I have no other choice but to swallow down the black coffee.

  “When is your next fight?” I ask, placing the cup of coffee on the table again. Lucas’ gaze tracks my movements and he leans back in the chair.

  “Three weeks.”

  “How long have you been boxing?”

  “Why aren’t you drinking the coffee?” He eyes the full cup again and looks at me.

  “Oh, I was just talking.” I go to pick up the cup again, but he swipes it out of my hand and places both of the cups into the sink.

  “Come on, we’re going out.” He nods for me to stand and walks over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of black athletic pants and tosses them on the bed before opening another drawer.

  He’s insane if he thinks I’m going to put on the dress I was wearing last night and go out for breakfast.

  He turns around when he senses me still sitting down at the table.

  “No one will judge you where we’re going. You want to borrow something?”

  I stand, moving toward my now wrinkled dress. “If something of yours fits me then it’s me who will have to watch my weight.” I grab the dress and move toward the bathroom to change, but Lucas stops me.

  He plants his hands on my shoulders and peers down at me. He’s still in those boxer briefs.

  “Let me look at you one more time.” He says it like a direct order, not a question, and a small burn ignites between my thighs.

  Both his hands grip the hem of his t-shirt and, so slowly it’s painful, he raises it up my flesh until he removes it over my head. He doesn’t lay a finger on me as his gaze singes my skin, slowly taking in every part of my body. I shift my stance, hoping to quench the desire that’s building.

  Lucas takes the dress from my hands and holds it out for me to step into. He spins me around, zips me up in the back and then he swipes my hair off my neck and kisses where my neck meets my shoulders. My nipples pucker under the silk of my dress.

  I close my eyes, knowing that I want more of him. One night is not enough.

  “I’ll be right back,” he says and I hear him move into the bathroom.

  He emerges a few minutes later with Dr. Audrey’s toothbrush in his hand.

  “You don’t want your toothbrush?” He chuckles and I can’t read him well enough to know if he’s serious or not, but I take it from his hand, shove it in my purse and wait by the front door until he’s ready to leave.

  15

  We walk down a flight of stairs that I don’t fully remember walking up last night. When we step out onto the road the California sunshine lights the street and it looks completely different than last night. Cars line the curb, businesses have OPEN signs on the doors and people are walking the sidewalk with coffee and newspapers in hand.

  “What a difference from last night,” I say.

  “Yeah, it truly is night and day around here.”

  His hand rests on the small of my back as we venture down the street. When we cross, I spot a diner with a line outside and I assume this must be where we’re headed.

  “This place has killer cinnamon rolls,” he says close to my ear as we take a spot behind a family of four. The wife eyes my crinkled dress and Lucas’ sweats and t-shirt. I try to ignore her when she rolls her eyes and elbows her husband.

  “How many have you eaten in one sitting?” I ask, leaning my back on the brick building.

  He laughs. “Six.”

  “Six? That doesn’t seem so bad.”

  “Wait until you see how big they are.”

  With that our conversation stalls slightly as we continue to step forward in line. Suddenly, I’m uncomfortable about this whole next morning routine. How does Lennon do this? Maybe we should have stayed at my house. At least I have food in the fridge and clean clothes. I wouldn’t have seen the stash of toothbrushes he has for his sleepover guests and feel as though I’m one in a long list of women.

  “Hey,” he says, discreetly planting a kiss on my shoulder.

  I turn my head and he gives me another quick kiss.

  “What?” I ask.

  “You’re thinking way too hard.” He winks. “Did you forget him?”

  His q
uestion brings the reason he asked me to go home with him last night front and center. I did forget—not once did Chase or Quinn cross my mind the entire night.

  I smile. “I did.”

  “Then my mission is a success.”

  My lips dip for a second before I realize I’m showing my disappointment. “Thank you,” I say, plastering a smile on my face.

  “You’re welcome.” His smile reaches his eyes. He’s obviously proud of himself.

  Thankfully, the hostess grabs two menus and shows us to our seats. I need the moment to remind myself that Lucas isn’t the type of guy who does serious. Hell, I’ll be lucky to spend another night with him.

  We sit in the back at a booth for two and the waitress pours us two cups of coffee. I put my two sugars and dash of milk in the cup, stirring it with a spoon. Lucas’s phone rings and he pulls it out of his pants.

  “Excuse me,” he says, stands up and walks to the restroom area.

  The waitress comes over and places a cinnamon roll on the table.

  “Oh, we didn’t order that,” I say to the waitress who has yet to say two words to me.

  “This is Lucas’ usual on Sunday morning.” With that comment, she walks away, taking the order of the family sitting across from us who just happen to be the family that were in front of us in line. The little girl at the table continues to stare at me and I shift on my vinyl seat, wishing she’d turn her attention elsewhere. She’s probably only six, but I swear there’s judgment there.

  Lucas returns a few minutes later, sits down and smiles.

  “Sorry. That was my friend.” His smile widens. “The one who leads the adventure dating. He’ll be back in two weeks.”

  I nod. “That’s great. Then you’ll be done.”

  He picks up his coffee. “Thank God. I swear one more lame date and I was about to jump off a bridge.” He sips his coffee and I unwrap my silverware, placing my napkin in my lap.