Foreplay with Shane Dekker isn’t foreplay at all, it’s torture.
Lying on his side beside me on the bed, he moved his mouth from my lips to the side of my neck. As he drug his teeth down the side of my neck, I felt goose bumps rise from my calf to my shoulder. His lips began to kiss my collar bone and work their way back up my neck to my jaw.
My entire body felt as if it were on fire.
As he kissed my jaw and worked his way down to my chin, his hands found my breasts. I closed my eyes and focused on his mouth. My breasts cupped in each of his hands, he started squeezing them as he kissed my chin and neck. He opened his mouth wide and began kissing the front of my neck. I arched my back and tilted my head back, exposing my neck for his pleasure.
As he licked and kissed my neck, he began to moan.
No, don’t do that.
Don’t moan.
I opened my eyes.
The muscles on the backs of his arms flexed as he squeezed my breasts. His perfectly flat stomach was against my hips and mid-section as he kissed the side of my face and chin. I watched his chest muscles as he kissed up and down my neck.
I reached down and fumbled for his cock. As I gripped it in my hand, he began to moan.
“Oh God, Kace,” he moaned as he raised his mouth from my chin.
“Lay down,” I said, “Lay on your back.”
I pushed against his shoulder, forcing him to roll to his back. As he did, I kissed my way along his body toward his waist.
“Don’t move. Let me do this for you, please,” I begged.
I kissed his neck and worked my way to his chest. Knowing I would never last doing this for very long, I bit each of his nipples and moved to the center of his torso. I rubbed my hands along his washboard abs as I kissed along his stomach. Holding my hands on his stomach, I moved my mouth to his hard cock.
“Hold my hair so it doesn’t get in my mouth,” I said.
Silently, he reached for my hair and held it behind my head. I opened my mouth and began to lick the tip of his cock. As I licked and kissed the tip, I moved my hand from his stomach and grabbed his stiff cock in my hand.
I pulled my mouth away from the tip and watched as I began to stroke his cock. Being able to do things like this was very pleasurable to me. I have never been in a position that I was allowed or able to enjoy myself sexually. Shane’s fear of causing me harm or emotional damage prevented him from being aggressive with me sexually, and I was able to show him through my actions what I preferred and enjoyed.
It was a learning experience for both of us each time we had sex.
“I like your cock in my hand,” I said as I stroked it.
I sat up on the bed and began to stroke it faster. I leaned over and slid my mouth down the shaft as far as I could a few times, making the entire length wet. I pulled my mouth from the tip and began stroking it again.
“But,” I said as I raised myself from the bed and stepped over his thighs.
I like it in here better.
I lowered myself onto his hard cock as I spread my pussy open with my fingers. As the tip penetrated me, I had a light orgasm. I sighed and lowered myself slowly down until I had his entire cock inside of me. Once down as far as I could go, I wiggled my ass against his upper thighs.
“See? All gone,” I said as I proudly pointed to my pussy.
I leaned forward and placed my hands on each side of his chest and took a deep breath. I raised myself up the shaft of his cock until my pussy was at the rim of the tip. I bit my lip and lowered myself down the shaft until it was buried inside of me.
I exhaled.
“Did you see that?” I asked.
He nodded.
“You realize that this doesn’t hurt me, right?”
I rose up again, almost to the tip.
“See that,” I said as I pointed to his glistening cock.
He nodded, “Yeah, fuck yeah I do.”
I dropped myself down the length of his stiff cock and gasped as it bottomed out.
I pointed to my soaking wet pussy, “Gone. See that? Gone.”
I worked my way back up slowly. As I did, he rose himself up onto his elbows and leaned forward to watch.
“Your cock is huge. I fucking love it. Pay attention, because I’m going to fuck you, Shane. I’m going to see how I like this. I’ll let you know,” I smiled.
I began working my hips as quickly and ferociously as I could. My pussy was beyond soaked. His cock worked in and out of my wet pussy as quickly as I could fuck it. My only limitation was what little friction there was, and there wasn’t much, because my wet pussy was running down his cock onto his hips. With my hands on his chest I began to moan and scream.
“You….”
“Don’t….Oh fucking God.”
“Make me nervous,” I breathed.
“Because I fucking,” I bucked my hips up and down, swallowing his cock inside of me with each stroke.
“Not nervous…Because I…Love you,” I said.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum,” I continued rocking my hips slowly, taking all of him inside me.
Almost as if he were in a trance, He stared at my pussy, watching each stroke as my ass and pussy rose up from his lap.
“I love your….okay….I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.
I closed my eyes as they rolled back in my head. I felt myself begin to climax as I focused on the feeling of his thick cock inside of me.
And my entire body shook as I came all over Shane’s cock. I held my body still and pressed on his chest, sitting on him with my eyes closed.
His hands reached up and touched my hips. As soon as his fingers touched me, I jumped.
“Are you okay, babe?” he asked.
“Yeah, don’t touch me,” I said, before I really knew what I was saying.
“Don’t touch you? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly.
I raised my hands from his chest and waved my arms in front of him.
“Shhhh. Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me,” I said.
Silence.
I want this feeling, forever. The right here. The right now. I want to bask in this for a lifetime. This is what the books are written about. Everyone wants this and no one actually gets it. This is heaven. This is life with Shane Dekkar.
“Babe you’re shaking,” he said as his hand touched my thigh.
“Don’t talk,” I said as I opened my eyes.
He looked up at me, his face filled with worry.
“I need a minute,” I said.
His eyes widened.
I closed my eyes, “It’s good, babe. The good kind of don’t talk to me. The good kind of don’t touch me. The, oh my God, I want this feeling to last forever type of feeling. That’s what I’ve got going on.”
I paused and took a slow, deep breath.
“It’s okay, I’m fine now. You can talk,” I said as I slid back on his thighs toward his knees.
“What happened?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked at him in amazement.
“You happened, Shane. You happened,” I responded, still in a daze.
Slowly, he smiled.
“You knew you were going to do this to me, didn’t you?” I asked.
He tapped me once on the thigh.
“Fucker,” I smiled.
“Kace, I didn’t ask for this. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. I wasn’t trying to find a partner, a wife, a whatever. All I know is this – you entered my life, and when you did, things changed. Things inside of me changed. The feelings that you cause me to feel, they’re different. They’re not like other feelings I have ever had. Now that I have felt this, I know what everyone talks about. I know what it’s like to feel as if you need someone to just survive. I love and hate it both. It scares me. You scare me,” he said as he sat up in the bed.
“I scare you? Seriously?” I slid off of his legs and lay down beside him, my head resting on my hand.
“The good kind,” he chuckled, now si
tting straight up in the bed.
“I don’t need. I never have. I have always been fine being alone. I’ve always known it’s how I’d live my life, I suppose - alone and happy. Now that I’ve met you - now that we have this, I can’t deny that it’s meant to be. Kace, I’m scared to death to try and live without you,” he said.
I looked into his eyes and felt full of emotion. I felt full of pride. Full of love. I was about to cry, and I don’t like to cry.
“You’ll never be without me, Shane. Never,” I said as I rubbed his arm with my free hand.
“Never?” he asked.
“Never,” I responded.
He made a fist and held it over his chest.
I made a fist and tapped it against his fist.
“You’re stuck now,” he said.
“How so?” I asked.
“We just shook on it,” he said.
And the way Shane’s mind works…
We just became one.
SHANE. “You think he’s ready, Mike?” Kelsey asked.
“I’m ready,” I said as I set my water down on the table.
Kelsey turned his head to face me and scowled, “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to Mike.”
“Mean face,” Kace laughed.
Kelsey looked at Kace and scowled as Ripp put his beer on the table and inhaled deeply.
“Well, I ain’t saying this because he’s sitting here, you know me better than that. I can say I’ve watched all the tapes. I’ve studied this guy, and if he does what we’ve been practicing,” Ripp nodded his head my direction.
“That guy ain’t got a fucking chance. Dekk will slaughter him,” Ripp finished.
“Well, we can’t go into this thinking we got it in the bag. It damned sure isn’t gonna be easy. It’s gonna be a bitch, you hear me?” Kelsey said as he turned to face me.
“A bitch boss,” I said.
“God damn it, I ain’t fucking kidding. You two arrogant assholes,” Kelsey said as he pressed his hands against the table and flexed his forearms.
“Flexin’ on me boss?” I chuckled.
“Get the ticket, I’m buying,” Kelsey said as he let go of the table.
“Kace ain’t done eating yet,” Ripp said as he pointed to Kace, who was just starting to eat her salad.
“Don’t mean I can’t pay. Now you’re gonna be there, right? I need you to be there,” Kelsey said toward Kace.
“I’m his cheerleader,” Kace responded in between bites.
“And you’ll be there?” Kelsey said as he nodded his head toward Kace again.
“Damn, Kelsey,” I complained.
“I need her to say it,” he said.
“Yes sir. I will be there,” Kace responded as she made a fist with her hand.
She held her fist over the table toward Kelsey. Kelsey turned and looked toward Ripp and then directly at me.
“Don’t look at me,” I said.
“I got this,” Kace laughed, shaking her fist over the center of the table.
“Do it,” Ripp said toward Kelsey.
Kelsey made a fist and reached out toward Kace’s fist. As Kace smacked her fist sharply against his she shook her head, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“It’s settled,” she said, “We shook on it.”
“What do you think about that title fight, boss?” I asked.
“Shit, that’s in the bag,” Ripp responded.
“He’s right,” Kelsey said as he nodded his head toward Ripp, “If you win this fight, you’ll be a shoe-in for the Heavyweight Championship fight. All we’ll have to do is ask. For him not to fight you would be suicide for his career. This is it, kid. This is the fight,” Kelsey said.
“What did I tell you about that kid shit,” I laughed.
Kelsey had been calling me kid since the day we met. At first, it bothered me, and now it was just part of Kelsey being Kelsey. He did it to try to drive me, to build my spirit, and to give me the inner anger I needed to fight. He didn’t realize it, but there was no need to call me names. It did not give me reason to fight. My reason was inside of my soul, my inner demons. This was who I was, not something that was developed from taunting or teasing.
“I want that title. I want to get that title, and then…” I thought about trying to fight for the title, and what I would do if I won.
Retire undefeated, holding the Heavyweight Championship belt?
Defend the title?
Take the pay-off and spend a lifetime of being happy with Kace?
Have kids?
“And then?” Ripp asked as he finished drinking his beer, “then what?”
I turned and looked at Kace, as if she held the answer. I looked at Kelsey as he raised one eyebrow.
“We’re going to defend that motherfucker, aren’t we kid?” he said.
I shrugged my shoulders, not really knowing the answer. I had to win the fight that was on the table now, it was first. Other than fighting Ripp, I hadn’t had a fight since I fought Wilson. Not that Ripp was less of a fighter than anyone I else could find, but fighting Ripp was different.
It was easy for me to fight Ripp. Getting in the ring with him was like going to work. it was easy. I knew what to expect before, during, and after the fight. As great as the sparring had been between us, and as much as I appreciated the fact that he had helped train me for the last few months, I wondered.
“We’ve got to win this fight first, boss. Let’s focus on this one right now,” I responded.
“Done,” Kace said as she proudly shoved her empty plate to the center of the table.
“You eat like a girl,” Kelsey laughed.
“I am a girl,” Kace responded as she reached for her glass of water.
“I normally don’t like women around my fighters before a fight. They need to go into these things cock strong. You seem to give Shane strength. I like that,” Kelsey said.
“What’s cock strong?” Kace asked.
Ripp and I chuckled, neither really wanting to answer.
“It’s when…well, what he means is this. It’s when a fighter or a player goes the entire length of time before a fight or a big game without getting any relief. Without getting any…,” Ripp paused.
“Pussy,” he whispered.
Kace turned to look at me, and then slowly turned her head to face Kelsey. She locked her eyes on his. She leaned forward on the table, rested on her elbows on the edge, and placed her chin in her hands.
“Too late,” she said very matter-of-factly.
“Are you fucking serious?” Kelsey cried, turning from facing Kace to facing me.
Without an immediate response, he turned to look at Ripp. Ripp shrugged his shoulders and stood up.
“Ready?” Ripp asked.
“Yep,” I responded as I stood up, “Let’s get.”
Still seated, Kelsey turned back to face Kace, who was still in her seat, sitting just as she was when she spoke to Kelsey a moment before. Kelsey leaned his elbows on the table to mimic Kace, placing his chin in his hands.
Ripp stood up and pushed his hands into his pockets.
Trainers and their superstitious beliefs. It was too late to correct it now. Kelsey would be certain to blame Kace if this fight was lost. In his mind, my having sex preceding the fight would be a definite way to seal a loss. I had never dreamed this would come up in conversation, or I wouldn’t have brought Kace to the pre-fight dinner.
“Seriously?” Kelsey asked again, staring directly into Kace’s eyes.
“No,” she said.
“I know better than to fuck a man before a fight. Even if he asked me, I’d tell him no. I want him to win this more than you do,” she said as she made a fist and held it in the center of the table.
Kelsey made a fist and smacked it against hers sharply, “I like this girl, kid. She’s got spunk.”
You have no idea. I thought.
You have no idea.
KACE. Something about watching two men fight each other in a confined space is
very exciting to me. I never would have guessed that it would be something that I would enjoy; but I doubt after seeing a boxing match for my first time that there’s any one event that would ever satisfy me more.
The two men covered in sweat, the fighting, the arena full of adrenaline, and the fact that one of the two men was my boyfriend was enough to make me an excited wet mess for the entire fight and many hours afterward.
Watching. Men. Fight. Makes. Me. Wet.
Part of the problem with Shane’s fights is that they never lasted that long.
“There he is Ripp. Here he comes,” I jumped up and down and pointed as Shane came up the aisle toward the ring.
I was so excited I peed a little bit when I saw him. I had, over time, become able to speak intelligibly when I was excited, but controlling my bladder was a different issue. I still had problems with it when I got really excited.
Watching Shane walk, in general, excited me. Seeing Shane walk into this crowd was the most excited I have ever been in my life. The fight was an undercard fight for the championship, and was televised on pay television. If Shane wins tonight, he will be offered a fight for the Heavyweight Championship of the World - the equivalent of the Super Bowl for boxers.
“Damn he looks good, shorty. These fuckin’ seats are the shit. Ringside, fuck yeah,” Ripp said as pulled me close to him.
“Mc Claskey’s a fucking punk!” Ripp screamed toward Shane when he walked by.
Shane turned and looked our direction for a brief second, nodded his head and winked. Kelsey turned and scowled, probably aggravated that we would break Shane’s concentration on his way to the ring. Kelsey was a very superstitious man, and he wanted Shane to win this fight more than Shane did.
“Fuck You Kelsey!” Ripp screamed through his cupped hands.
Ripp was obviously as excited as I was. He was a great fighter, but he didn’t fight as often as Shane did. He fought lower rate fighters, and other than the fight with Shane, had never been beaten. He had not, however, ever taken the time to have a good manager, trainer, or fighting schedule. He enjoyed having the title of being undefeated, but really wasn’t willing to take many chances to risk losing it.
“How much longer? Is this like any other match?” I was so excited I could barely contain myself.
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