by Hilary Storm
She slides a single finger up my forearm just before she leans forward to talk next to my ear. “Great fight.”
“That wasn’t a fight.” Her smile lights up her beautiful face and I find peace she looks at me. “Now it’s time for me to follow through on that promise.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” And that’s all it takes for me to start my way back to the showers, knowing she’ll be escorted to me as soon as I’m back there. The instructions were very clear that no one is to bother me once I go to the showers tonight. Any bullshit or rehashing of the single hit it took to blow that fucker over can be done tomorrow, after I get my fill of this gorgeous piece of ass I plan to bury myself inside of all night long.
Everyone obeyed my orders, which makes me feel at ease as I let the hot water glide over my shoulders and down my body. She doesn’t make an appearance into the showers like I hoped she would, but I guess I should respect her for that.
I wrap the towel around my waist and walk into my locker room, ready to find her waiting, but instead find a piece of paper.
Mavick,
I couldn’t ditch my friend. I hope you understand. Maybe I’ll see you at our spot after you finish here. Take your time.
Kinsley
Fuck, I’m going to explode if I have to chase this girl all over the damn city tonight.
I toss on some gym clothes and start my usual jog away from the coliseum… out a back door and down the alley to miss all the people, this time making an extra stop before I head back to my apartment. I need to tell him I’m still kicking, but something tells me he already knows.
“Hey, old man. I’m back. One hit tonight, just like the old days. Fuck… I miss your ugly mug. I’m doing everything you taught me.” I toss back the nearly empty bottle of beer in my hand… the same kind of beer we would share after a fight. “I promise to make you proud and I’ll be taking over your gym soon to help with your legacy.” The silent night matches the inner peace I’m feeling as I talk to the concrete stone that symbolizes where he lays. “Maybe I’ll find a pain in the ass, punk kid and transform him into a man… just like you did.”
~~~~~
I’ve been gone for a few hours, so who knows if Kinsley will still be waiting for me on the roof top. Part of me wants to see her when I open the door, but the long jog did wonders for peace of mind and the pent-up aggression I was holding on to when I was making all those promises to fuck her senseless.
To be honest, I would’ve hurt anyone that let me near them right after that fight. Her allowing me to have this time is the best thing she could’ve done.
I open the metal door and spot her looking down at the street. Her sexy ass is on display since her dress hugs every curve of her body. Her dark hair covers her back in loose curls that blow slightly in the wind as I approach her.
“I thought you stood me up.”
“Sorry, I just needed a little time.”
“Don’t apologize. You’ve had a busy day. Sorry I left the coliseum. I didn’t feel right ditching Mollie with so many people there.” She slides over next to me when I match her posture to look over the edge of the wall with her. The fact that she didn’t blow off her friend, when I know that’s what happened to her last night, says so much about this girl’s character. She didn’t go for the fame over the friend.
“It’s all good. What did you think of tonight?”
“It was crazy. You should be proud of how it turned out. I don’t usually watch that sort of thing, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.” She turns to face me, the moonlight hitting her face just as she does. The lights aren’t on up here tonight, I guess she probably doesn’t know how to turn them on since she’s just renting one of my places for the weekend.
“Tonight wasn’t the usual, but I’ll take it.”
“You’re famous Mavick Black.” She clasps her hands in front of her chest and shoots me her gorgeous smile once again.
“Yeah. I could do without all of that. It’s just nice to have them on my side when I’m in the ring.” I tell her the truth. I’m not a people person. I don’t even like to do the interviews that come with all the publicity.
“You were on top of the world after you won.”
“Yeah, I needed to win that fight. I needed it to go down quick, just to prove a point.”
“To show others not to mess with you?”
“That. And to let everyone know I’m back.” I step away from the edge, walking slowly to the lounge chairs we sat in last night.
“I want to ask you what happened, but I won’t. If it’s something you want to share, I’ll listen.” She doesn’t pry, which only makes it easier to talk to her. Why is everything so easy with this girl?
“I had my first loss back in April. It was the same night my trainer died. I knew better than to fight with all of that going on, but he insisted. I wasn’t thinking clearly, so the chump got one in on me before I saw it coming.” We both sit with the backs leaning up on our chairs, her sexy legs on display with her heels still on her feet.
“I’m sorry to hear all of that. Was that why you were at the cemetery earlier today?”
“Yes.”
“I left after you did. I didn’t go look at the tomb even though I wanted to know.”
“He was like a father to me. Even when my mom died, he was there for me. He took me in and didn’t let me fall to the streets like I was headed. He fuckin’ saved my life.”
“He sounds like an amazing man.” I look up at the stars and take in what she’s saying, before I let out a deep breath and respond.
“He was.” We both sit quietly. The conversation going much deeper than I anticipate, but I’m still in a much better place than I have been for months. Being able to talk to someone is nice, since I never let anyone get this close to the real me, but sitting here doing nothing is getting to me.
I enjoy her company. So much that it feels wrong to just start fucking her as if she’s any whore I’ve met in my past. She’s different and everything is telling me to treat her unlike all the others. “Do you want to go for a walk? I can show you around my favorite places in the city.”
She sits up quickly, before she stands to her feet. “Sure, but let me get out of these heels.” I watch her walk away, imagining what it’ll be like to have her under me, before I push down on my dick to calm the fuck down.
Jesus, this girl gets to me. In every fucking way. Now I just need to keep my shit together and not send her running in the other direction.
Chapter Five
Kinsley
I slip in quietly, tiptoeing around the apartment while Mollie’s moans echo over the hard wood floors. Stripping out of this dress feels amazing and I’m looking forward to being in comfortable clothes again. Once I’ve got my t-shirt and shorts on, I grab a pair of socks and tuck them into my blue Converse tennis shoes and leave out the door.
Mavick is still sitting in the lounge chair when I make my way back upstairs. I can’t stand how he can spin me in all directions with merely his presence, yet here I am begging for him to rip me apart with all the passion he so obviously has.
He’s deep. I can tell he’s been hurting for a while now, but it appears he’s coming alive again and that the possibilities are endless if he continues with the mentality he has now.
He watches me put on my shoes. I can feel his mood shift, making it harder to breathe. I won’t make the first move… that’s not who I am, but I sure as hell won’t be turning him down if he tries to make something happen.
“I’m ready.”
“Jesus. Are those the shortest shorts you have?” I glance down at my legs and realize I’m wearing my sleep shorts instead of the other pair I meant to grab.
“Crap. I grabbed the wrong pair trying to hurry.”
“They look great from here, but I’m not sure we should go anywhere with you in those. We won’t make it very far.” He pushes down on his dick, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s hard.
“I can put o
n something else.” I stand and before I have a chance to step away from him, he’s holding my hand in his, keeping me from moving away from him.
“Fuck, you’re making it impossible to be good.”
“Who told you to be good?” He pulls me into his lap before I finish my sentence.
“No one. Something told me to be careful with you. Tell me why I feel that way Kinsley.” His breath hits my face and I swallow hard trying to think of how to answer him.
“I can handle anything you dish out… as long as you’re real with me. I don’t do liars or cheats. And don’t ghost me. If you’re done with whatever this is, just tell me straight up.”
“That’s my policy too… and no fucking drama.” He starts to kiss my neck, giving into the pull we’ve both felt since last night.
“God no. I hate drama.” I sound breathy and like I’d agree to anything he says… which I would with his fingers gripping my thighs like they are.
“I’m going to take you to my apartment, but you need to understand I’m starving for this. I’ll take my time with you and we may still be fucking when the sun comes up.”
“Oh… okay. I think I can handle that.” Fuck yes, I can’t wait. I’ve never been with a man that lasted any longer than about thirty minutes… all of them falling over, out of breath the second they grunt through their orgasm.
He bites my shoulder as he stands up, with me in his arms. He carries me to his apartment, even though I tell him to put me down multiple times. His firm grip on my ass stops my pleas, sending me into a halted state of anticipation. I’m practically begging for his fingers to slip under my shorts and find their way into my pussy.
He talks about starving… he has no idea how hungry I am for sex. It’s been almost a year for me, so I might just become a big pile of mush at the first entrance of any part of a man that enters me.
Sitting me down on his bed, I get the full view of him ripping his shirt over his head and dropping his shorts all in the same move. I stand to follow his lead, only getting my shorts down before he’s standing against me, his dick bumping into my waist while I watch it grow.
“Oh shit.” That’s all I have time to say before his hands are yanking my shirt up and in a flash my bra is falling to my feet. I kick off my shoes before he falls onto the bed, taking me with him. I straddle his hips allowing his cock to lay flat against his stomach under me.
I find myself grinding against him, the pressure in my core building instantly. He lets me move freely, while he watches my tits bounce around. My girls are real… I pride myself on their size, most women as small as I am, have to pay for theirs to be this nice.
“Fuck. You’re so wet. You’re dripping all over my cock.” His voice does something to me, sending me into a fit of rotating and gyrating until I’m moaning through my first orgasm of the night. My fingers spread over his chest while I have my way with him and he barely moves a muscle.
When I let my head fall forward after my release he quickly flips me onto my back. He reaches for a condom before sliding it on and thrusting into me, both of us closing our eyes at the instant feeling of pleasure.
The pressure of his invasion sends me up the bed each time he pushes into me. He’s whispering in my ear each time he moves us, talking dirty and sending me to an entirely new set of highs while I wait for him to inch all the way into me.
His muscles flex in his shoulders and arms each time he drives us further up the bed, making me want to observe each of them individually. I’ve never been with a man as fit as Mavick. He’s one of those rare guys that never come along, making me wonder how in the hell I’m the one here with him right now.
He feels amazing, making me go insane with every move he makes all night long. We both come over and over and I don’t even have time to ask him how he can do that before we’re going at it again. Exhaustion takes over and it’s sometime after the sun comes up that he finally gets his fill. I don’t even consider moving from his bed, my body wouldn’t allow me to leave if I wanted to.
I’m going to feel him for days, maybe if I’m lucky he’ll feel the effects of fucking me all night too. He kisses my forehead before he pulls me against his chest and guides my chin up so he can kiss me on the lips. A brief nibble forces me to do the same to him.
“I’m supposed to leave the city in a few hours.”
“Stay with me. I’ll fly you home in a few days.” He holds me tighter and I simply nod yes. There’s nothing I want to do more than stay a few days with him and see how it goes. I really like him and I think it’s worth seeing if there’s something there.
After all, what can it hurt?
Chapter Six
Mavick
I take a sip of my coffee as I walk through my bedroom door. She’s still sleeping, even though I’ve done nothing to keep quiet this morning. I’ve already worked out, went for my morning run, and even showered.
The curve of her breast is uncovered and her hair is now in a long braid. That’s something she did after I finished fucking her early this morning. She’s gorgeous and watching her sleep isn’t changing that.
I asked her to stay longer so I can get to know her. It seems she took me up on that offer and I’m more than ready to show her the town and dig deep into that beautiful mind of hers.
I set both steaming cups on the side table and drop my shorts before I slide under the sheet behind her. Her soft skin is magnetic to my hand and I can’t help that I have to touch her. It’s been a long time since I’ve brought anyone to my apartment. I guess you could say I was waiting for one worthy of bringing home.
She begins to squirm with my touch only making my dick even harder as I pull her flush against me. “Mornin’.” I whisper against her ear as she slightly pushes against my overly sensitive body. Both of us letting out a slight moan as our hands explore one another once again. “You’ve been torturing me all morning. Sprawled out in my bed… your sexy body hiding under the covers, forcing me to remember what you feel like.”
“Are you always this horny?”
“Will you judge me if I say yes?”
“No. I’m just imagining what it’s like to be with you for a few days. I’m not sure I have the endurance for multiple rounds like last night with you.” She turns to face me, snuggling her body into mine.
I quickly pin her back flat against the mattress; my dick rubbing against her thigh once again as I slowly rotate my hips against her. “I could be gentle.”
“I know you can. You more than showed me all of your bedroom personalities last night.” She shifts her hips upward, causing more friction against my cock when she does.
“You see, you’re saying you don’t think you can handle me again… but your body’s beggin’ for more.” She starts to laugh, her contagious smile going straight through my body. I tower over her and take it all in. Last night’s makeup not even flawing the perfection beneath. She’s ridiculously gorgeous and if I keep telling her that she’s going to think I’m insane. I love the way her entire face lights up when she pushes back against me, trying to push me off of her.
“Of course my body reacts to you. Jesus.” I roll to the side and trade her places, flipping us so that she’s straddling my hips instead. Fuck… her breasts fill my palms as she grinds against me.
“Who’s going to tire who out here?” She slows her fight, pinning my wrists down beside my head; her hair falling over my face.
Something tells me we’ll both have reminders of our time together long after it’s over. I twist my wrists out of her hold and grab her ass in a quick move. Squeezing tight, I lift her even closer so her mouth is near mine. We begin to kiss and just like last night everything else falls into place with her. It’s easy… like we’ve had sex together our entire lives.
I roll us both back over once again, the blankets now twisted with our legs, but not slowing us down in the slightest. I’m about three thrusts in when someone rings the doorbell. I try to ignore it, but her attention has shifted to the chance of having
a visitor and we’re no longer in sync. Not to mention the obnoxious fucker pushing the bell hasn’t let up at all. “Fuck. This better be life or death.” I yell through the house as I stomp toward the front door. I didn’t bother putting pants on… I already know this is my manager and he should fucking know better than to bother me the morning after a win.
I turn the knob and open the door, not hiding myself at all. “How did I know it was you…” I stop yelling when I see Kinsley’s friend staring at my dick. I turn quickly, leaving only my backside for her to watch as I go back to the bedroom and try to do damage control. There’s one thing all women hate… and that’s her guy’s dick being front and center in the minds of her friends. Shit.
She’s pulling a t-shirt over her head when I enter the room. “Uhhh. Bad news. It’s your friend… and she saw my dick.”
“What?”
“I know. I thought it was my manager and…”
“No… why is she here? Is she ok?”
“I think she is.”
“Mollie… I’ll be right there.” She doesn’t yell back at us and I don’t know whether Kinsley is pissed at me for not checking on her friend or that she saw everything.
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright. I should’ve called her this morning. She has no idea I want to stay a few days.” I put on a pair of shorts and a shirt, before I step back into my running shoes. I need some fresh air and this is a way I can give the girl’s a few minutes.
I put on my hoodie before I leave the bedroom and don’t forget my earbuds to get me through this run. I keep my eyes on the door when I step out. “I’m gonna go for a run. I’ll be back in a few.”
I can feel eyes on me as I walk through. It’s not that I care who sees my dick… I just really like Kinsley and I hope this doesn’t fuck everything up with her.