March Heat

by Chase Jackson

  “I guess you won’t be seeing Elliott anytime soon then?” I asked as I sipped on orange juice and picked out some fresh fruit.

  “Too loud,” she said, putting both of her hands on either side of her head. I couldn’t imagine her hangover was anything less than massive, and the only reason she was out of bed before noon was because we had a house meeting. First Saturday of the month, like clockwork.

  I lowered my voice to a whisper. “I said are you going to see Elliott again? Because you can leave Josh and I off the guest list. There was zero spark there. Besides the fact that he was hot, he had nothing going for him. And then he lost me! I’m a goddamn person. How do you just lose a person?”

  She put her head down on her folded arms. I was raising my voice again and killing her brain cells at the same time. “No, I’m not seeing him again.” I heard her mumble.

  “Good, I’m glad.”

  She raised her head just an inch. “What about you?”

  I scowled at her. “I just told you, Josh and I had no spark.”

  She sat up even further, grabbing a bottle of water and sipping it slowly. “I wasn’t talking about Josh. I was talking about that fighter guy. He was hot as fuck, and watching you like you were a piece of meat. You have to call him.”

  I sighed, ready to admit my failure, “I didn’t get his number. I still can’t believe he saved me like that, like it was nothing. He just made me feel so… safe.”

  Naomi smiled at me. “Are you sure he didn’t also make you feel hot and bothered?”

  I blushed in spite of myself. “Yes, he made me feel that way too. But I know hardly anything about him.”

  She had a spark in her eye that meant that she was hatching a plan. I waited for her to drop it like a bomb. “Then why don’t we just accidentally bump into him again?”

  I raised an eyebrow at her, “I don’t think I’ll be hanging out in anymore creepy alleyways in the middle of the night for a long time. Not even for a guy.”

  “There’s another fight, Thursday night. We should go! You have got to see this guy again. I just have this feeling, it’s like a fate or something.”

  I didn’t think it was fate, but I wasn’t going to argue with her either. I was desperate to see Dillon again, to feel the connection between us. And if I got to see him with his shirt off, that was just a bonus.

  SEVEN

  DILLON

  I trained hard at the gym all that week. Every time I smashed a guy’s face I imagined it was one of those two thugs who had gone after Berkley. I was fighting better than I ever had, anger sitting deep in my belly that came out through my hands. I was just toweling off after another round in the cage with a couple of rookies when a man I had only seen at fights approached me. He was older than me but not by much and in a black suit with shifty eyes. I could tell right away that something was off about him.

  “You had a good fight last week. You won a lot of people a lot of money.”

  I looked at him, deciding whether or not he was even worth my time to talk. “I’ve had a lot of good fights, I win a lot of people a lot of money. People like that.”

  He smiled crookedly. “Yes they do. But fighters deserve a bigger cut, don’t you think?”

  He passed me his business card, and it was for a gym on the other side of town. I’d heard of it in passing, but the fighters there weren’t good enough for me. “What’s my fighting to you, anyway?”

  “When I see you, I see opportunity. I’m sure you’ve heard of the underground fights in town. My gym hosts them.”

  So that’s who this asshole was. The guy who got fighters so beat up in underground fights that they could never go legit again. There were no rules. That wasn’t the type of reward I was interested in.

  “Yeah, I’ve heard of them. But I’m strictly legit, man,” I attempted to hand the business card back to him. I looked over to my right and saw Leo eyeing me closely. I could tell he was preparing to intervene, chase this guy off.

  “I’m not saying you’re not. I’m just saying that there’s a ten grand payout on Saturday night if you’re interested.”

  He didn’t move to take the card back.

  “Ten thousand? What’s the payout for the fighter?”

  He lowered his voice to a whisper, “Eighty percent, bet that’s better than what you’re making here. You keep that card. Call me if you’re interested.”

  He turned and walked away just as Leo arrived next to me. I slipped the business card inside into my left hand. Eight grand was more than I made in a month, if I could make that from one fight that would set my mom up for the next few months. She could finally take a break.

  “Who the hell was that?”

  I rolled my eyes and played it off. “Nobody important. Just some guy who might want to do some advertising with me. I don’t need another sponsor, though. It’s just more time away from the gym. Nothing to worry about.”

  He studied me closely. He knew I was lying. He always did. “You listen to me son. You stay in this cage at this gym, you understand that?”

  I shrugged. “What happens when I’m too big for this gym, Leo?” I flashed a smile his way.

  He shook his head but couldn’t contain a small smile himself. “I swear to God kid, your ego is bigger than any gym. I’m surprised it can even fit in here. Go hit the showers, you smell worse than the locker room.”

  I walked away thinking about how dangerous the card in my hand was. And how I was a sucker for risk.

  EIGHT

  DILLON

  On Thursday night I couldn’t help but look for Berkley in the crowd. Even Leo could see that I was distracted after the fight. Media and girls were swarming me, but I looked over their heads and scanned the crowd for those piercing blue eyes. I didn’t see her anywhere. I guess that was the end of that.

  “How does it feel to be the number one fighter in the city?” A reporter asked me I sucked down some water before answering her.

  “Number one in the city? I’m the number one in the whole damn state. Soon the country. And don’t you forget it.”

  “Well that sounds like a winning attitude.”

  I spun around to see Berkley right behind me, her friend just off her shoulder. “Attitude is what wins fights.”

  “I thought it was fists and knees that did.”

  I waved off the media and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with me. I heard her call back to her friend that she would see her later, and I hoped that she understood how much later that was going to be. She’d shown up in a cute little cocktail dress, the black fabric hugging the tops of her thighs. I licked my lips as I thought about bending her over my lap, my hand touching her warm flesh covered by the thin fabric that restrained it. I couldn’t believe she had come.

  We walked back into the locker rooms. None of the rookies were here anymore and the place was empty. I turned and shut the door behind her with a loud crack.

  “What are you doing here?”

  She looked surprised herself. “I don’t really know. I just wanted to see you again.”

  “You know there’s a hundred girls out there who come to see me every fight.”

  “But how many of them have you brought back here? It looks pretty empty to me.”

  “You just left the other night. You hardly said thank you.”

  She looked embarrassed. “I wanted to, but I didn’t know how. What do you mean I just left? We were never supposed to be together in the first place.”

  “But I wanted you to stay.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I never told girls what I really wanted, except in bed.

  She looked surprised. “You never said that.”

  I pushed my body against hers and lifted her hands up next to her head intertwining my fingers into hers. “I’m telling you now.”

  She chewed on her lower lip seductively, drawing me into her. I could feel my cock rising, desperate to get under that dress.

  “Don’t tell me, show me.”

  “You
shouldn’t have said that.”

  Her blue eyes were filled with hungry lust—I could see myself reflected in them. “Show me.”

  Done.

  NINE

  BERKLEY

  Dillon shoved me back against the concrete wall, the scratches of the bricks giving me chills. He assaulted my mouth with his own, and his hands massaged my tits. He began kissing his way down my body, unzipping the back of my dress and blowing hot air onto my panties that shot heat straight through to my pussy. The dress fell to the floor and he licked a trail from my panty line up to my breasts, stopping only to circle his tongue in and around my belly button.

  Unclasping my bra, he put one of my taut nipples in his mouth.

  “Oh, Dillon,” I moaned.

  He chuckled slightly, his lips still on my breast, and I couldn’t take not touching him anymore. I ran my fingers over his head, but he pulled away.

  “I don’t think so, Berkley,” he said with a smirk. “I’m in charge here.”

  He flipped me round so that my breasts were against the wall, kneeled down, and began nibbling and licking my ass cheeks, running his hands all over me.

  Standing up, he pulled my hair to the side and attacked my neck, sucking and kissing it until I was sure there’d be a bruise. He turned my head back towards him, and lightly licked my top lip to get me to open up and let him push his tongue in.

  Our lips met feverishly, and all the passion I had been feeling was unloaded into that kiss.

  He spun me back around so that I was facing him and ran his hands lightly down my legs, and lingering just a sec over my soaking wet mound.

  The teasing was pure torture. While my legs distracted him, I kneeled down and began tugging at his shorts, licking my lips as I went.

  “What did I say,” he began, but before he could finish his sentence, his cock was out and into my mouth.

  “Ahh!” he hissed.

  I slid him deeply into my mouth, to the point where his dick hit the back of my throat. I hummed a little, making his balls vibrate with pleasure.

  He put one hand behind me, gripping the wall, as I pulled him out of my mouth slightly, lightly licking and playing with the tip. I nibbled slightly on it, biting gently on his soft spot underneath before shoving him back inside my mouth and sucking hard and fast.

  “You have to stop or I’m gonna come,” Dillon nearly shouted.

  I began tugging on his balls and pulled him deeper and faster into my mouth. I could feel him tighten up, and then he emptied himself into my throat.

  I stood up, feeling pretty proud of myself, and scanned the floor for my dress.

  “You think this is over?” he growled.

  I looked over at him, and he was already half-mast again. He pulled me towards him and pushed my underwear down. His fingers were inside my pussy before I even had a chance to respond. He twirled them in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit the entire time. Just as I was about to climax, he pulled them out of me, and put them into his mouth.

  “Mm, you taste good.” He grinned before kissing me, hard, so I could taste my own juices on his lips.

  He put three fingers back into me, and began pumping them back and forth inside me. My wetness ran down his hand, and he moved his thumb from my clit to my ass, lightly running his finger around the hole. I had never done this before, but it felt forbidden and good.

  “You like this?” he asked.

  I nodded, so he took his fingers out of my pussy, and then slid one into my ass. The fullness of just one finger made me gasp.

  The moisture from my pussy on his fingers allowed him to slide two fingers inside my rosebud.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned, and that made him smile.

  He leaned down, and, with his fingers still in my ass, began licking my clit. The combination of the two sensations brought me close to orgasm. He stuck his tongue inside me, and began tongue fucking my pussy, and fingering my other hole at the same time.

  “I’m so close!” I gasped, and he began to move even faster, which caused my orgasm to explode on his tongue.

  He stood up, and mashed my mouth onto his. Our tongues danced furiously, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bare thigh.

  Not removing his lips from mine, he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall, slamming his cock into me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he began to pound. My back scraped against the wall, but it felt good in a sadistic sort of way. There was nothing for me to grab onto behind me, so I wrapped my legs around his torso, gripped his thick shoulders, and let him take me for a ride.

  He lifted me higher and pushed deeper into me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot.

  “Oh, Dillon!” I screamed out.

  That only made him go faster, pumping and fucking me harder and faster. Just as I was about to reach my second orgasm, he abruptly pulled out… again.

  “Dude, what the hell?” I asked.

  He didn’t respond, just flipped me around so that my hands were braced against the wall this time, and slid back into me, tugging on my dark strands.

  I bent all the way over and moved my hands down to my ankles, which forced him into me even deeper.

  He groaned, and began a frenzied pump, slamming his cock into me over and over. I pulled one of my hands up from my ankle, and began rubbing my clit in tune with his cock.

  He turned us around so that his back was against the brick, and so I could take over for a bit. I began slowly and agonizingly sliding him in and out of me, stopping just for a second with only his tip inside me.

  “I give you control, and this is what you do?” he asked. “Fuck it.”

  He picked me back up, and slammed into me, furiously pumping. I laid my hand on my clit, and fingered myself to the same rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building.

  “Oh, shit!” I yelled, and came so hard that I couldn’t feel my legs for a good two minutes.

  Dillon slammed into me twice more, and then I felt him spill himself inside me.

  As we parted, I found my underwear and slipped them back on. Someone could come in at any moment. I had never done something like this before. I didn’t want to get caught now, but hell if it didn’t feel good.

  I wrangled my body back into the little black dress that had gotten me into this situation. Naomi had been right—it was a total winner. Dillon threw on a t-shirt and his shorts and picked up his bag, but something fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up as I was putting my heels back on. It was a business card for another gym with a handwritten number on the back.

  “What’s this? I thought you only fought here?” I had to admit I didn’t really know much about the fighting world. Maybe he fought at a bunch of different gyms.

  He snatched it out of my hands. “That’s none of your concern.”

  “What does that mean? Why are you being weird? If we’re doing something here, I need to know what you’re involved with.”

  He shook his head at me. “You know nothing about what I’m involved in.”

  I put my hand on his shoulder, “Then tell me. I want to get to know you, not just sleep with you.” It was true. I wanted everything Dillon had to offer, good and bad.

  He crumpled up the card in his hands. “You want to know what this is all about? Underground fighting. No rules, huge rewards. This guy wants me to fight this weekend and make ten thousand dollars.”

  I remembered Josh saying something about underground fighting and how it was super dangerous. “So will your manager be there? Or is this something unrelated?”

  “No, he won’t be there.”

  “Does he know you will be?”

  He didn’t look happy having to answer my questions. Figured he probably didn’t answer to anyone.

  “I haven’t made that decision yet. I’ve a lot of other shit going on that you don’t know about.”

  I put my hands on my hips, taking a confident stance. “Like what?”

  I could see the thoughts swirling around in his mind as mixed emotions cross
ed his features, but he didn’t respond right away.

  “You know what? I think this was a mistake. I’m used to being on my own, and better that way. You’re better off without me anyway.” He looked at me with disdain.

  I had just had mind blowing hot sex with him not five minutes ago and he was brushing me off? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What the hell does that mean?”

  He gave me a steely glare. “It means that you should just go. And forget about tonight, just forget about me. I can make my own decisions, I don’t need someone else to dictate my life.”

  I protested, “If that’s what you think I’m doing…”

  “That’s exactly what you’re doing. And I don’t need it.” He opened the metal door and extended his hand for me to go through it. Long gone was the mysterious fighter from the pizza shop, and in his place was a much more demanding, self-preserving man. He looked directly at me as I walked past him, completely unaffected by how he had hurt me. He didn’t care, that was clear. I would have to learn how to not care either.

  TEN

  DILLON

  “Is this Georgie?”

  I heard the man’s greasy, car salesman voice on the other end of the line. “Dillon, I’m so glad you reached out. I’m guessing we can expect you on Saturday then?”

  “I’ll be there. Alone. No one at my gym can know.”

  “Of course, of course! We’re all about the ultimate discretion around here. So you won’t be bringing anyone with you, then?”

  “No. Just me.”

  “Wonderful, we’ll see you around six. The fight’s at seven, purse remains the same. Best of luck to you.”