The Ultimate Takedown (Kick Ass Academy Book 1)

by LL Dahlin

  “So that means?” Myles looked amused by the turn of conversation.

  “That you don’t have to like any particular person but if you give anyone shit for any racial, religious, sexual orientation shit your ass has got to go.” Cash picked up the paper that sat on his desk. “I see that you went over your assessments with Maddox.”

  Cash read over the report that his assistant had put together for him.

  “That was tough. I’m hoping food is coming soon.”

  “It is.” Cash could hardly believe what he was reading. “Maddox says here you’re in pretty good shape and he gave you a 6 for most of the categories. Indurance, strength, joviality?” He looked over to Myles. “Since when is that even a thing?”

  Myles shrugged. “I’m just the one being tortured. I don’t make the tests.”

  “Well I guess it’s good to know you have a sense of humor. The way the guys play around it’s a good thing to have.”

  “Actually if you aren’t doing anything tonight I was invited to watch a basketball game in the Pepper Dome.”

  Cash wasn’t sure if the point of the man following him around was to be temptation in all forms but basketball was his favorite sport to watch…outside of MMA fights.

  “It’s in a sky box.”

  “Did you think I was going to say no if it was on the floor?” Cash wondered if he looked like he was going to turn the offer down.

  “No. I didn’t think you’d turn it down.”

  “Why is that?”

  “Because you love basketball.” Myles said with a smug smile.

  “What makes you say that?”

  “You have basketball paraphanalia all over your house. Signed basketballs, large shoes in acrylic boxes. I can find out information about you just by being around you and being in your life. It’s a gift.”

  “A gift, huh?” Cash would have been impressed if that didn’t scare the shit out of him. What if he let something show that he hadn’t meant to? He was going to have to be more careful. It was one thing to see what was on someones wall but if his power of intuition and observation were as strong as he thought who knew what he’d come up with. “Just make sure you check your sources. Make sure you don’t have the wrong idea.”

  “I always check and double check my work. I didn’t get to be award winning because I have shoddy work.”

  Cash liked that the man could say something like that and not make it a criminal offense, but kept it playful. He wondered if he took a masters class on the art of being charming. “I’ll get cleaned up and be right back, I know the game starts soon.”

  “How do you know what time the game starts?”

  “Because we were going to be eating and watching this game at the sports bar in midtown, now we have to go a bit further.” Cash had a pep in his step going to the locker room and he didn’t even care. If his sister would have told him the reporter came with tickets and a sky box he may not have even been pissed when he’d heard it. That wasn’t true but he was having a pretty good time with a guy he was sure was going to be nothing but trouble all the way around.

  Chapter 7 – Myles

  Would he do anything to get a story? He’d told the truth about that but to impress a man who’d been impressing him since he’d seen him take MMA by storm since the first time he walked into the ring he wasn’t so sure. The first break he’d had that morning he put together this solo sky box and plenty of food and drinks so he and Cash could spend some time alone doing something that he knew the man would enjoy. He had never understood the power of flowers and chocolates but he knew how to appeal to a sports fanatic.

  It hadn’t taken either of them long to get settled in and eat their weight in chicken wings and water. He’d gotten Cash to allow them the fried treats but he wasn’t budging on the water.

  “This is the life.” Cash said as they sat back and watched the game that could either be viewed on the huge television that almost covered the wall or the live commercial free version down below.

  “I’m sure you could get a box like this any time you’d like.” Myles enjoyed watching the lazy look of satisfaction on Cash’s face even if he didn’t actually put it there by his own hand…or mouth.

  “I don’t usually take time to do things like this. Maybe if I did it for the fighters I’d consider it but for me? It would be too much but I thank you for bringing me.”

  Myles took a sip of his water and looked at the television. He did a lot of things for a lot of people but he didn’t get thanked a lot. It wasn’t that he did things for the acknowledgement but now that someone said the words. He was…touched? This whole thing was going to make him crazy because he was caught up with a crush. He’d interviewed so many sports celebrities the novelty had worn off...or so he thought. This thing was different. Sure he didn’t regularly get sucked off in bathrooms before hand and there wasn’t a spark so big it was hard to understand why others didn’t smell the singe, but he needed to do what he did best and get the story.

  “Cash?”

  “I know you’ve been wanting to hear parts of my life that aren’t typically talked about.” The man cleared his throat and when Myles looked over at him he was staring down at the players on the paint. “The first manager I worked with found me when I was nothing more than skin and rage. I had been on my own since right before my 16th birthday. Being on the street makes you tough or dead. I did things for money back then that still make my skin crawl but this guy brought me to his home.”

  This wasn’t what he was going to ask when he called the man’s name. The way he was telling this story sounded like it had happened to someone else. A legend that people scared each other with in the night. Myles almost wanted to stop him it was so deep, dark and painful but he couldn’t.

  “I thought I was going to die that night and I really didn’t care. I was tired. Of being hungry, of watching my back of being scared.” He stared at the players but Myles knew he was seeing his past. Then Cash turned toward him. “Anyway the guy had a beautiful home and an amazing wife. He introduced me to his wife by saying ‘Honey, I saw this scrawny little guy beat the shit out of 2 grown men just imagine what he could do with some training. I’m going to call him Cash because he’s going to be raking it in.’ After that my life was Judo classes, clean sheets and I only sucked dick when I wanted to. I wasn’t crazy about the name but it stuck.”

  Myles tried to return the smile Cash was giving him but damn that was a sad story and he had so many follow up questions. “Are they still in your life now?”

  “No. Mrs. Adley died of some fast spreading cancer and Jim drowned himself in a bottle. I ended up on my own but I was 18 and just starting in the MMA scene.”

  “Wow.” Myles thought about the difference between the two of them at 18. No wonder this man was impressive.

  Cash took a deep breath. “You know what? I think I have an answer for the question you asked me earlier.”

  “What question?” Myles was a bit dizzy and he couldn’t claim it was from any alcoholic beverage, but Cash was indeed intoxicating.

  Cash moved his hand to cup Myles cock through his pants and gave him a firm squeeze. With all the other emotional crap that was rolling inside of him he couldn’t believe how good his firm hand and tight squeeze felt.

  “What are we going to do with all this hunger that apparently isn’t going away?”

  Myles felt like a kid at Christmas finding out the toy he thought was unavailable was right within his grasp. “What?” His voice was so husky it sounded like it came from someone else.

  “We feed it.” Cash moved his mouth closer to Myles for a kiss that looked like it was going to be sweet but it was anything by the time it reached him.

  This was something Myles understood. Using hot, mindless sex to get you through something painful. It had been hard to listen to the story of Cash’s past but it’s what he’d wanted. The answer to a question the MMA world had been asking since Cash arrived on the scene…Where had this man with this amazin
g talent come from? He didn’t say much just gave a whole new meaning to kicking ass and taking names. The sport loved him but he only appeared to tolerate the social and wealth trappings that could come with it.

  So many people took from this man it was hard to figure out who gave to him. Not in money or assistance but companionship. He knew Cash wasn’t a forever guy but he’d give him all he could handle for now if he’d allow it. “Then feed it we shall.”

  Chapter 8 – Cash

  Myles must have hypnotic cologne or something about his personality just makes him want to open up. The angels that were sent into his life were always helpful but then disappeared just as fast made him wonder how he’d gotten so lucky, but he wasn’t going to ask that question again. He would do what he’d always done…pay that shit forward to as many people as he could.

  People took from him. That’s just what they did but Myles bringing him to this sky box was like a gift and he didn’t get that in his life. Did that make him open up and give the man a part of him he never shared with anyone? Yes and shit he refused to feel sorry for doing it but there was a little chunk of him that wondered why he’d trust something that meant so much to him with a reporter.

  There were lots of things Cash didn’t do. He didn’t like to give too much of himself, unless it was too his fighters. He didn’t like to commit to much, unless it was to his business and the people who work with him and he didn’t like to expect too much from people. They were good for letting him down, but they couldn’t do that if you didn’t have high expectations. There were things you could expect from a hard cock and those were the things he was looking for…nothing more.

  One of the things he liked best about Myles was his big powerful body. He was solid and bulky. Fleshy and firm. He wasn’t built like a body builder as his body was softer than that. Cash backed Myles up until he was laying on the couch under him. Even with clothes on, rubbing his body against Myles caused his cock to throb and want to be connected in anyway they could be. Did Cash acknowledge the fact that he had a type and this guy was most definitely it? Yes, but it wasn’t just his body. Cash was drawn to what he sought for himself…intelligence. He knew he wasn’t a dumb man. Cash had his pHd. in street knowledge but he was attracted to men with book knowledge. “Do you top?”

  Myles had been passively laying on his back seeming to enjoy the way Cash rubbed his body over his. Cash could see him trying to get some eye contact but he could barely believe he’d asked that question. He rarely had sex that didn’t involve just hands or mouths but he wanted to be fucked by this man and he didn’t think they would get to that stage for a while if not prompted. They had less than a month and if the way he was feeling now was any indication of how things were going to go he was going to need the whole time to work this man out of his system.

  “Is that what you want?” Myles put his hand over the one Cash was grabbing his cock with to still his movements. Cash looked up and was humbled somehow at the look on Myles’ face. People rarely questioned things he offered. They just took them.

  “You shouldn’t answer questions with different questions.” Cash moved his hand from under Myles and stood up so he could adjust himself within the confines of his sweatpants. Cupping and squeezing his cock through the material he kept his eyes on Myles. Feeling wanted was never in short supply. There were lots of guys who wanted him but none that he’d wanted as much as this one. It made a difference.

  “You’re right. That’s annoying as hell. I hate when people do that to me.” Myles chuckled and glanced at Cash’s face briefly before turning his attention back to the show Cash was putting on for him.

  Stopping the masturbation play to take his shirt off he should have felt silly but the sounds of appreciation coming from Myles was more than encouraging. This wasn’t how sex was for him. It was fast, hot and mostly just filling a need more than any deep satisfaction. It was like eating a protein bar you got the nourishment it provided but it wasn’t very good. This thing with Myles was like an indulgence. Something that was delicious but probably not good for you and would surely be gone before you wanted it to be. “If you hate when people do it to you then where is my answer?”

  Myles’ hand had moved to his dick but he was holding it like he wanted to slow himself down more than speed to the end of this situation. “Answer. Right.”

  Cash chuckled and shook his head. “You’d think you’d never seen me before.”

  “Every time I see your hard body this close it’s hard for me to focus.”

  “I could say the same about you,” Cash admitted and was a bit surprised by the look on Myles’ face.

  “I doubt this 30 days will give me a body like yours but I’ll be closer than I am now.”

  Cash walked back to where Myles sat and moved to help the man take off his shirt. He’d wanted to look at the man’s chest and arms so he could explain something but he wrapped his body around his middle from his seated position. With Myles nuzzling his stomach it was hard not to thrust his cock closer to the man’s mouth. Cash didn’t realize how arousing this would be to him as he couldn’t remember another time when he’d taken this much time to get to the climax. This was like a home slow cooked meal when he was only used to fast food.

  “I saw you the moment you walked into the bar. You had on a button down shirt and jeans. Maybe it was the white shirt that made your big body seem to glow but even when you walked to a place where you weren’t lit up like a neon sign I followed you.”

  “I know. I couldn’t believe you were there and knew this could get complicated. I was trying to get away from you.” Myles rubbed his bearded chin against Cash’s lower belly as he looked up at him with a smile on his face.

  “And here I was thinking I didn’t want you to get away although you don’t look like the type to give me what I want.”

  “That would be a bit of bathroom fun? Right?” Myles lightly bit the area around Cash’s belly button then followed it with a few hot licks of his tongue as if to soothe the area.

  Cash nodded even though Myles was occupied with making him crazy. The man wasn’t even touching anything that was close to a hot spot for him normally and all Cash could think of was how his cum would look striped against that beard. That thought alone made his deep groan fill the room and the noise was so hungry Myles looked up at him again.

  “Sounds like you like that.”

  “I do.”

  “The answer to your initial question is that I do top but for you I’d bottom too. What ever you want to do I’m here for it.” Myles looked a bit sheepish as he cleared his throat. Cash noticed he did that a lot before he said something a bit uncomfortable. He had to stop trying to learn him and just enjoy the now. “I know what they say about assumptions but I didn’t take you for a receiver.”

  Cash shrugged. “I’m big on rules and I rarely engage in either position but the thought of your big cock filling me has rocked my concentration. I need to feel you inside.”

  Myles wrapped his big hand around Cash’s cock and mouthed the head of his hard cock through his pants.

  “Fuck, man.” Cash couldn’t stop himself from trying to push his way deeper into Myles’ mouth. It didn’t matter that it didn’t make sense to do it that way. He just needed in.

  Myles pulled down Cash’s pants and boxer briefs in one motion and his cock deep in his wet mouth. The sound of basketball was an amazing backdrop to one of the hottest blow jobs he’d ever had. It wasn’t about technique it was more about the person doing it and…he closed his eyes as Myles’ fingers lightly pushed at the pucker of his ass. Maybe it was a little about technique. Now it was less blow job and more fucking Myles’ face and trying to get a see saw effect going. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more getting his hole stimulated by Myles’ thick finger or burying his cock as deep as he could get into that moaning, soft bearded mouth. He’d gotten a good rhythm going even though that finger was good he wanted more. He wanted all of Myles. That was until the man slid off his cock with
a soft popping sound and his wet cock was waving in the air.

  “Turn around and face the court.”

  Cash pushed his pants to his ankles and bent over. It was surreal. The crowd below him screaming for their teams and the players on the court only enhanced the anticipation that surged through his body. Myles came up on his left and bent over like he was next to him, but he had lube on the fingers and rubbed the area from his balls to his ass pucker. Cash pushed back and accepted the kiss Myles had accompanied with the probe.

  “You want this?” Myles mumbled against Cash’s mouth.

  So much he couldn’t say it aloud. Biting the lip of the man who asked such a crazy question was all he was going to be able to do. The grunt sounded like Myles got the point and he stood up to move behind him working the lube inside his hole was maddening.

  “Come on already.”

  “Pushy bottom, huh?” Myles chuckled a bit but he seemed to move to the main event at the nudge.

  This wasn’t Cash’s first time at this particular rodeo but it had been a while since he’d been ridden. Myles was gentle and seemed to know what he was doing but he didn’t want this easy version he liked things a bit rougher than this so he pushed back against the hard log trying to gain entrance in a spot that hadn’t stretched like that in far too long.

  “Damn you’re tight, Charles.”

  There was no reason his given name should make his cock as hard as stone but it did. He could feel Myles squeezing more lube at the spot where bodies joined and he pushed in a few more inches before withdrawing.

  The light drip of precum hit the floor and his pants.Cash wanted nothing more than for Myles to hit that sweet spot, the way he knew he could with a tool like the one he was working into him.

  “Breathe for me Charlie.” Myles whispered behind him and it was like a damn broke.