THE STRAGGLERS Book 2 OWN

by Misha Anderson

  “Don’t cover your mouth, Maggie, I want to hear your screams, baby.”

  Hunter continues to assault my clitoris with his perverse tongue, whipping the tip of my little button and sticking his finger in my pussy.

  “You want more from me?”

  “Uhum.”

  “Ask, ask, Maggie, I’ll give it to you.”

  “Give me all of you, Big Guy.”

  He introduces another finger in my vagina, thrusting with two fingers, in and out, in and out, and I wetter and wetter, my thighs are moist, I can’t think anymore, I just want, I just need, I’m all feelings, waiting a pleasure that’s building up my womb, turning inside. And I moan more anymore, without worrying with the world outside, with the patrons in the bar, with my father and my set up engagement, with my prick ex fiancé. There’s only Hunter and me, nothing else and no one else.

  He gets up from my thighs and guides his cock inside me, penetrating me slowly, massaging my pussy entry.

  Hunter and I sweat like two animals and the thrusts my pussy, so hard and deep that i scream louder and louder, begging him to let me cum, lamenting, suffering, lost in suspense pleasure.

  I turn my back, he sinks his fingers on my hips and I raise my ass in search of relief, hitting my ass on his cock, once, twice, so many time that I lose myself, we get lost in one another.

  “Cum on my cock, you’re mine, baby.”

  Nibbling my ear, while he whispers how much he loves me burying himself on my body, how much he want to be my man, Hunter furiously cums while I too free myself, squeezing his cock inside me, feeling him drop his semen and affection in me.

  “I’m your man, Maggie, remember that when you say I’m no one.”

  He gets out of my body and gets me on his arms carrying me to the couch, both naked, exhausted with pleasure.

  I know he’s still hurt at me, that’s why I explain while he sits me on his soft lap.

  “Hunter, I was engaged not long ago, a relationship that was interesting to my father, he only thinks of himself, in politics, poisoning everything around him, I know what he’s capable of doing when someone crosses his path, it’s sad to a daughter to say that, but his interests are what he cares about. I don’t want him to hurt you, that’s why I said I wasn’t going out with anyone, I don’t want to get in the way of what we have, what we have is important to me, I really like you, Big Guy.”

  His expression softened, he smiled at me and put his lips on mine.

  “You’re very important to me too, I’m falling in love with you, baby, don’t hurt my heart, remember, what was our deal?”

  I caressed his chest and I felt his heart beating stronger when I said:

  “I take care of yours and you take care of mine.”

  “Then treat it with care, you’re the only woman that can hurt it.”

  My eyes filled with tears, he’s so strong, so manly and dominant, but sweet at the same time

  I’m really screwed. While I hug him, still naked, I get to the scary conclusion, that I’m falling in love with Hunter too, and I’m really afraid of this we are living could end because of my father’s frame ups.

  CHAPTER 5

  HUNTER

  Today I’m excited, I thought about my conversation with Maggie about the fight with Pipo and I think it’s time for me to get out of the sabbatical period and return to the second thing I love the most: Fighting!

  The first one, of course, it’s baby. And in whatever way she wants to come: like a competent veterinarian, a naughty girl dancing in my bar and the best one, under me with her bold lips smiling while I kiss her.

  Even though I like Latoya a lot, my Harley Davidson full of curves and strong personality, I’m way more into Maggie! After all, fuck! I can’t wrap myself around Latoya it would be weird.

  I call Calvin and he’s super happy for me having accepted the fight, modesty a side, I always filled the pockets of that jerk with money, inside and out of the UFC circuit, with big illegal bets. I never disappointed the ones who bet on me, the only time was when I was suspended and got out mad through the streets. Out of that, betting on my fights was always a sure thing. Who wouldn’t like it like that?

  Calvin calls Garret Sander, my coach, he calls back really fucking excited, euphoric with our return to the octagon. I say our return because we are a team, even tough it’s my face on the hit line, if I’m not coached, nursed, oriented, nothing would work. We schedule lunch at the Steak Dock, 1pm, he got there before me. He still looks the same, there’s not a hair on his bald shinny head, the back stern and scary eyes so someone who doesn’t know him, the dark and perfect skin of an ex fighter, without wrinkles even though he’s way past his forties.

  “Sickle, long time boy.”

  He greets me in a firm handshake, swallowing my fingers with his inhuman hands. I smile and am happy of being together again. Mad Gary is the only one with balls and patient to train me and endure my problems with rage.

  “Mad Gary, you’re still beautiful man, did you miss me, professor?”

  He looks around and shakes at me his middle finger. I love to make fun of Gary, what would it be the fun to be tortured for hours in training if you can’t tease your coach?

  “Tell me, Sickle, are we in the game again? If you accept to fight Pipo, I can’t prepare you, but we need to start as soon as possible.”

  “I want this fight in a fortnight.”

  “Are you mad, Hunter? 15 days is a short time, have you being training?”

  I nod and challenge him.

  “Everyday, three hours. If you want I can train with some of your boys, I don’t know, a few punches to show I haven’t lost my hand in it.”

  He didn’t answer me a thing, we had lunch being nostalgic, remembering so many fights and entanglements we got into. He asked me by surprise.

  “You’re looking good, have you been with Pamela again?”

  I shake my head, suddenly annoyed to think of Pamela that did what she really wanted to: se me away from fights.

  As if we were in sync, my cellphone alerts me of a massage and I see that’s Maggie.

  Do want Mexican food? If you want we can see some old movies.

  M.

  I would love to. It will be perfect: you, chilli and a good movie, 8pm, baby?

  H.

  Yes, 8pm. I miss you, big guy...

  M.

  I’m sure less than me... Thinking of you!

  H.

  Ah! I miss Maggie so much, when I get to her house, I’ll first taste her lower lip, then the upper lip to figure out with one is the tastier, and then, I’ll squeeze that little soft waist, feeling her delicious fruit smell and something spicy, ah! God!!!

  Gary looks me and smiles, teasing me.

  “What a fool face, Sickle! You can only be fucking some young girl.”

  “Hey, look at that dirty mouth, Gary, pay attention to how you speak of Maggie! She’s my girl, I’ll introduce you to baby one of these days.”

  He agrees and calls one of his pupils, setting a training next morning, but before he explains his conditions and I think it’s fair.

  “We can start in the morning. If you really are still training strong, we can schedule the fight to a fortnight. But I have two conditions.”

  “Shoot, Gary.”

  He closes his eyes and waits my objection. But I accept his proposition, the one who’s not to blame is not afraid.

  “If you put a drop of alcohol in your mouth I’m out and it will be four hours of training, deal?”

  “Deal.”

  At night, I go to Maggie’s house with a bottle of wine for her and plate of chicken quesadillas.

  She greets me at the door with her naughty girl smile, her messy short hair and bangs falling over her malte colored eyes. On fire, alive like a pair of burning torches.

  I stick to my personal promises and kiss her with no hurry, tasting first her lower lip, full and soft and I make sure by sucking her upper lips, nibbling it hungrily. Her ripe fruit taste,
of naughtiness, sensuality and insane sex makes me crazy. I’m get lost with Maggie and I don’t worry if I seemed vulnerable.

  I hate power play games, I’m a simple guy, straight, if I like someone, I’ll go to hell and dance with the devil for the person if I have to. But if someone screws with me, then the man goes really fast to the dark side and between man and beast I don’t always win that arm wrestle.

  Maggie tastes my chicken and cheese quesadillas and her the moans she lets out while eating make me horny in a indiscreet way... Fuck! This woman is going to drive me mad.

  I went easy on the gastronomic orgy, because Gary will ride my ass in practice, I have to be flying in the octagon. Maggie was glad I had accepted to fight and we end the night without seeing the damn movie, entangled on the carpet with one another like a ball of naked and sweat flesh.

  Since the morning Garry accepted training me, after I had knocked out his pupil in two minutes, my daily routine have been catholically from home to practice, from practice to work and the nights I’m not too fucking tired, from work straight to Maggie’s house.

  I’m really longing for my baby, and with the longing comes insecurity, an agony I can’t remove from my chest.

  Gary worries I’m not ready to the fight, but I feel I’m in shape, good enough for fighting Pipo, there’s another problem... It has been two days since I notice Maggie is weird, worried about something before we go to bed, I decide to literally to put her against a wall.

  It was a weird conversation, but some times is good to dot the i’s and cross the t’s. She asked me to fix the bathroom faucet that was dripping and taking advantage of the fact that she was relaxed today, I asked her straight away, without giving her time to think too much.

  “Do you trust me to tell me what’s going on, Maggie?”

  She stared at me, opened her mouth at the surprise and the close it, thinking what she would answer me.

  “Can you hand me the pipe wrench?”

  Maggie handed me the wrench and I started to undo the pipe connection.

  She takes a deep breath and says really quick:

  “I had another fight with my father.”

  Her relationship with her father is a mystery to me, why do they fight so much?

  “Why is that, baby?”

  “He insists on Fred, he asked me to receive him here at home the day after tomorrow?”

  I blink a few times to digest what she said, take a deep breath and stare Maggie. She’ll notice I’m pissed... Not pissed... Euphemisms a side, she got me really pissed off, so freaking pissed, I breath through my mouth and exhale through my nose, discreetly.

  Is she inclined to receive that little shit here at her house?

  I won’t be with her, I won’t be able to see what he’ll try to do with her?

  And if he puts his hands on my Maggie? Maybe he dares even more and maybe he’ll want to put his mouth one... No, not the mouth!!!

  FUCK... And her?

  Does she want him here? Counting is better, more efficient than breathing, so, I count... One, two, three, five, seven, eleven.

  She breaks the Tibetan silence.

  “Hunter, I said no, I told my father I don’t want to see him.”

  I answer without looking at her.

  “Uhum, okay.”

  What a fucked up thing to say Uhum... and Okay.

  What damn fuck did I mean with that stupidity of okay?

  Okay! This little piece of shit can some here and try to take her away from me, or is it okay if he gets near her, I’ll break his spine in two?

  “Hunter, talk to me.”

  I imagine the bastard hands over Maggie while I screw the pipe, when I wake up from my happy thoughts, the pipe is broken in three parts and water is coming out everywhere in the bathroom.

  WE ARE DAMNED SOAKED.

  She gets out fast and closes the water register and I lean against the bathroom wall, embarrassed of being a clumsy ogre.

  Fuck! Even fixing a simple bathroom is hard for me to be able to do it without fucking up everything.

  Maggie returns and we stares at me for a few minutes, til she pulls my face to hers and she licks my mouth, sucking my lips as if she wanted to remove the bitter taste of jealousy with her kisses.

  And I let myself be taken by her, we moan softly as we kiss. I get her up by one arm and she wraps her legs around my waist.

  Her kiss is so good, our tongues test the most perverse way to tease each other. I sink my fingers on her hips and I squeeze her soft ass. She takes off her blouse and her bra in a hurry, while I rub my beard and mouth on her brown hair nipples. She pants and I in desperation to take her open my pants and free my throbbing erect cock.

  “Don’t tease me, Big Guy, give it to me now, I want...”

  I pull her panties and throw it on the floor, I assault her month once again and penetrate her longly... Ah, it’s so good, everything between us is so intense, that’s so good.

  I want to mark her as mine, so that little piece of shit don’t even think of touching what’s mine... I making it even harder on her and as my thrusts become more demanding and deep, we won’t last long.

  Maggie sinks her little teeth on my shoulder and her pussy is swallows my cock in intense twigging spasms. She screams my name, soft, lost and I thrust into her once, twice, three times, till I drop my seed in her tight and wet pussy, my favorite place.

  Mine. Mine. I whisper in her ear and I don’t even care if I seem possessive, idiot, passional.

  I don’t give a FUCK to Maggie’s father and this Fred, he should not think of crossing my path, it won’t be good for him, for nobody, if he releases something that he can’t handle.

  A day after the bathroom incident, I get the last instructions from Mad Gary, my coach and Garcia my physical trainer.

  “Sickle, you could be better prepared, it’s never enough but you’re focus, Pipo it’s not that smart of a fighter, take advantage of all counterattack, if you can TKO it would be perfect, this way we’ll get more excited to get ready to the next fight.”

  I nod, I can only think about my return to the rings, Garcia adjusts my mouthguard, Frankie his assistant puts vaseline on my eyebrows, cheeks, chin, Gary checks my gloves and I focus on the blows I’ll hit during the fight.

  I imagine clearly my movements and Pipo’s reactions. We already fought twice, I won’t give him the chance to have a happy revenge.

  Calvin enters interfering with my concentration and Gary looks at him angrily, he was always numbers and money sings are not allowed in his training or when he’s giving last instructions to a fight.

  “Sickle, the bets were really high, there is a gambler that put a huge amount of money favoring Pipo. Don’t let me down, man, we’re going to show this son of a bitch full of shit and the bet he did that we are way more you, man.”

  I heard that Garden Falls, the local gymnasium, is quickly full and before I could ask, he answers it ready to guess my thoughts.

  “Your girl is on the front row, she’s anxious for the fight, make it pretty for her.”

  “It’s enough, Calvin, go wank someone else with that bullshit talk. Let’s go, Sickle, your fans are waiting for your return to the top. After here, it’s just to climb a step everyday till your return to the UFC.

  I get out towards the straight halls to the ring.

  Garcia put my personalized robe, a little sickle embroiled on my the back, with my name on it, The Sickle.

  Cutting, surgical, only one hit and canvas.

  I walk steady by the wall of people around my way to the ring.

  My eyes don’t deviate from the object of my desire, I salivate, I venerate this ring and all the magic of the fight that happens.

  That was and always will be my space, my house, my sacred temple.

  In the octagon I connect with myself, I exorcise my bigger demons. The beast within me when I fight.

  We both found ourselves in the challenge.

  I go by Maggie and I glance at her, I jump thr
ough the ropes and delighted to hear my name in a unison out of a mass of people.

  Sickle, Sickle, Sickle.

  I stare Maggie and there’s no one around us, just her and me.

  She doesn’t look away and as the announcer barks my name in the microphone, I make my usual gesture: I kiss a finger at a time. In a row, each finger of my hands: a letter, an order, the letters make the words The Sickle and an exclamation point

  I can’t take my eyes off of Maggie, she is beautiful wearing a half sleeve green dress that leaves her chocolate legs out.

  After I leave here I’ll open her slowly and taste the honey from her sex, we’ll go on the entire night with no hurry, only tasting her skin on mine, the feeling of her soft body, her smiley and plump mouth, her lose laugh and contagious laugh, making me happier each day.

  When I lower my hand, I wink and throw her a kiss, subtly.

  She’s as moved as me, fighting is really horny, when I take Maggie tonight, ah! It’s going to be fucked up!

  Maggie smiles at me, beautiful, with her naughty style and lowers her head, embarrassed, then she winks back and returns the kiss.

  So hot, so mine. Ah! My baby, my Maggie.

  Pipo enters the ring and gives me a good stare, but not good enough to intimidate me. I raise my hand to my nose and I know he remembers the last fight when his nose went to his nape, I miss this little provocations before the fight, ah! How I missed that.

  And the fight starts, for a few seconds we study each others movements, he swerves well, as he can, he wants to take the fight in counterattack, tries to hit a crossing one and it’s close. I like the proximity of the blow, I dodge and hit him four times in a row on his side, right under his ribs.

  I try to knocked him down and he dodges the blow, first round is gone.

  At the beginning of the second round, while I dodge his knee and a punch in the chin, I see a guy in a suit, tall and good looking walking to Maggie.

  Everything is so fast, she’s googled eye and he smiles, he lowers himself trying to kiss her on the cheek.