Senn (A Cocky Cage Fighter Novel Book 5)

by Lane Hart

  “Why?” she asks, leaning back to look at me with those sad, puppy dog brown eyes. “You’re not attracted to me?”

  Oh, that’s a trick fucking question. If I say no, I hurt her feelings, but I can’t say yes either.

  Grabbing my hands, she lowers them both from her hips to her ass, and I’m a jackass because I don’t pull away. Instead, I get my fill, kneading handfuls of her tight, perfect behind. To be so small she has a nice, juicy ass. Did I mention I have an ass fetish?

  The next thing I know, her palm is cupping my cock through my jeans. “It feels like you want me,” she says. My hips jerk forward into her tight grip in agreement.

  “Abby, you need to stop,” I tell her without letting her go or removing her hand from my cock. I keep right on massaging her ass like my hands are glued to the back of her dress.

  “I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispers against my ear, making me groan at the same time I quickly reach down between our bodies to see for myself. I go straight for the kill under her dress, not giving a single fuck about where we are or who might see and…oh, God. Bare pussy. Wet and bare pussy is what my fingers find.

  I’m definitely going to hell. There’s probably a special circle for guys like me, traitors who fuck their best friend’s ex-girlfriends. My worthless parents must’ve been prophets when they named me, knowing this day would come when I would commit the ultimate sin. None of that convinces me to change my mind, making me an even bigger asshole. At this point, I’m not certain I ever had a choice in the matter.

  Months ago, the first day Abby walked into Havoc, I knew I was gonna fuck her before I knew her name or her history with Linc. After I found out who she was, I told myself to let that shit go, that she wasn’t worth the headache or drama. But now, with my two fingers knuckle deep inside her clenching pussy, and her warm, staggered breaths blowing across my neck with her desperate moans, there’s only one last thing I need to know.

  “My place or yours?” I ask her when I reach up to pinch her nipple. I don’t usually take women back to my house, but I’ll do whatever the fuck it takes to get her in my bed tonight.

  “The back of the cab,” she replies before pulling my hand from between her legs and turning around to head for the exit in sort of a zigzag pattern. I stupidly get to my feet and follow her, right down the rabbit hole.

  …

  Abby

  Oh my God. He followed me outside. We’re actually gonna do this.

  “You sure about this?” Senn asks from beside me. “Are you even sober enough to cheat on the memory of Linc? ‘Cause it’ll be hard for me to keep my dick up if you cry the whole time.”

  “Screw you, you…you ass dildo,” I reply when nothing else comes to me. Senn barks out a laugh.

  Over the past few months hanging around Havoc, I’ve heard all about Senn’s weekend conquests and know for a fact he’s only looking to get fucked tonight. He’ll probably disappear before I fall asleep. But after finding out today that my future is over, in not just one curtain closing way, but two of them, I need to lose myself in orgasm paradise since that’s probably the only heaven I’ll ever see.

  Walking up to one of the waiting cabs sitting outside the club, I open the back passenger door to slide in. I know Senn’s behind me because I hear his grumbled curse when I flash him my ass.

  “Where to?” the driver, a younger guy sporting an epic beard like he lost a bet, asks.

  “Riverrun Apartment Complex on Six Forks Road,” I tell him. See? I’m not drunk. I still remember where I live.

  “Got it,” the driver replies. And as soon as Senn shuts the door, we start moving.

  The silence is hella awkward. Is Senn already regretting his decision? I mean, he could’ve gone home with anyone in the club, and he came along with me. I’ve seen him plenty of times in the gym with only thin shorts on, so I know all about the exquisite masterpiece lurking underneath his offensive Big Johnson t-shirt and worn jeans. Believe me when I say that I’ve gotten wet from just watching him go a round in the cage with Mace.

  “Second stop at Hyde Park,” Senn says, speaking what I had started to figure out. This isn’t gonna happen. “You’re drunk,” he tells me.

  “No, I’m not,” I counter. I’m tipsy, not drunk. “You’re just scared you won’t be able to get it up, you limp-dicked bastard.”

  Rrriiiiip.

  That was the sound of Senn’s zipper going down.

  “Does my cock look limp to you?” he asks.

  I have to swallow a deep gulp when my mouth starts to water at the sight of his thick length in his hand. Caving to the desire, the next second I’m in the floorboard, on my knees, with my lips sealing around the head of Senn’s cock.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans, and the cab noticeably jerks before stopping.

  Ignoring the man in the front, I grab on to Senn’s thighs and work my mouth lower. Muttered, unrecognizable curses fill the backseat as my head bobs. Apparently it’s not fast enough or deep enough because the hand gripping the back of my head holds me still while his hips come off the seat and he fucks my mouth frantically. It’s hot to see him so worked up, his thighs tense under my palms, his breathing heavy and harsh with the occasional swear word. So what if my own breathing is somewhat difficult? I’ve got a giant, cocky fighter coming apart within seconds of me sucking his dick.

  “Shit, Abby, stop or I’m gonna–” Senn starts.

  “She better swallow.”

  I roll my eyes when I hear the cab driver interrupt him before muttering something else about cleaning up the mess in his taxi. But I never intended to let up, so I suck him harder, and I’m dripping wet between my legs by the time he stops pulsing his hot release down my throat.

  When I pull my mouth off him, Senn zips his pants and then hefts me up onto his lap like I weigh nothing. His mouth crushes mine as I straddle his lap, without giving me a chance to wipe my mouth. God, that’s hot. He kisses like he fights, brutal and punishing, holding me to him so tightly that escaping is not an option. Our tongues thrust in and out of each other’s mouths, tangling and stroking. Teeth clash. It’s an all-out war being waged between us. I’m on fire and sort of regretting getting him off with my mouth because I would give anything to fuck him right this second.

  The next thing I know, the world spins and my back is on Senn’s thighs. Looking down at me, he shoves at my snug dress until it’s well above my hips. His huge palms easily wrap around my thighs when he lifts my pussy up to his mouth. His heavy-lidded amber eyes lock with mine when his tongue shoots out of his mouth like a mini tornado and he tastes me. I melt and moan, needing him to keep going, so I wrap my thighs around his neck, bracing my palms on his thighs to lift my hips, begging him for more. In fact, that’s the only word flowing out of my mouth like a record skipping.

  “More! More! God, more!” I chant even as he’s giving me what I want. It’s not enough. “I need...Yes! Uh!” He quickly finds the spot and devours me until I combust.

  When my senses return, the first thing I notice is Senn’s lips pressing kisses along the inside of my thigh. It’s almost…gentle, as if the brute of a giant is capable of any such thing. But after what he just did, I have to say I definitely like him a little more than before.

  Senn’s eyes shift to the driver, and for an instant I would’ve sworn he looked irate under the streetlights. Then suddenly the cab’s moving again. He helps me up, so that we’re face-to-face again. It’s a little awkward in the silence, lamp posts and the headlights of passing motorists the only available source of light. I start to worry that the heat that had just been so urgent and intense might be gone. But with a jerk on the top of my strapless dress, Senn’s mouth lowers to cover a nipple and, like a light switch, the desire is turned back on. Able to multitask, Senn removes his wallet from his back pocket, pulls out a few bills, and hands them to the driver without his mouth ever pausing in his suction. Fare taken care of, Senn opens the door and climbs out of the cab with me in his arms, legs wrapped aro
und his waist.

  “Purse,” I say, and he grumbles before reaching back inside the cab to retrieve it for me. “Thanks,” I tell him when he hands it to me.

  The dial on our libidos ramps up, knowing we’re within range of somewhere to fuck. Senn’s cock hardens between my legs, and then our mouths are attacking each other.

  “Which apartment?” He breaks away long enough to ask.

  “Second floor. 2-D,” I tell him before we go right back to sucking each other’s face.

  “Key,” Senn says, pressing my back against a hard surface. My door, I realize when I come up for air and dig in my purse for my keys. I offer them to Senn, who unlocks the door for us. As soon as we’re inside, the keys and purse clatter to the ground and the door shuts, just before I’m slammed against the wall. Vaguely I think to myself that’s gonna leave a big dent, but I bet he’ll so make it worth losing my deposit.

  Senn ravages my mouth while he holds me up with one hand and undresses me with the other. Well, the top and bottom of my dress meet along my waist, which is apparently good enough for him. I reach for the zipper of his jeans impatiently when he doesn’t make any move to do it himself. Fisting his cock, I pull him out.

  “Oh God!” I moan at just the light touch of his long, steel shaft brushing against my clit. “Condom. You’ve got one, right?” I ask.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he replies. Yanking out his wallet, he removes a foil package, and tosses the no longer needed leather accessory carelessly over his shoulder.

  “Hurry up,” I order him. He pauses with the unopened wrapper in his hand and lifts one dark eyebrow. Right away, I know I’m gonna regret those two words. He rocks forward, rubbing himself on me, teasing me.

  “Uh God.” I moan and squirm as much as I can on the wall, trying to find a way to get more friction. “Please.”

  “Please what?” he asks like the asshole he is. But I ain’t too proud to beg for it.

  “Fuck me.”

  “Say my name,” he orders. Oh I have a name for him, all right.

  “Just fuck me, you giant, cocksucking chode!” I exclaim in exasperation.

  Senn throws his head back and chuckles. “Here,” he says, offering the condom. “Put it on me.”

  I tear the package open, and then flip it this way and that to try and unroll it, showing my lack of experience. Of course I’m not a virgin, but Linc and I never used condoms since we were each other’s first and I was on birth control pills. There have only been three other guys since him, two one-night stands and a boyfriend that only lasted a few months. But I’ve never put a condom on a man before.

  With Senn towering over me, I feel like a naïve teenage girl getting ready to have her mind blown by a man who should have a doctorate in fucking since he’s been at it for so long. Carelessly screwing his way through woman after woman. He’s the opposite of Linc, who loved me with everything he had to give, until I lost our baby and ran away. Now…now Linc’s marrying someone else, and I…I have to try to survive cancer again. I’m not scared of dying. I’m terrified of dying alone, without ever having someone love me that way again.

  Instead of laughing at me, Senn’s face is dead serious when I look back up at him with tears in my eyes.

  “You’re thinking about him,” he says, a statement not a question. I lower my gaze, trying to blink away the tears. “Do you want to stop?” he asks.

  I shake my head, knowing full well I’m ruining the mood. The passion of being in the moment is fleeting, and I just ran it off.

  “Abby,” Senn says softly. “You’ve got to let that shit go. Forget him and be in the here and now with me. You just gave me the best head of my life in the backseat of a cab. Where did that girl go? I liked her. She was sexy as fuck.”

  “Really?” I ask.

  “Oh, yeah,” he says, leaning forward to kiss my neck with tongue. God, that one touch is all it takes to make me melt in a puddle of gooey lust. “Tomorrow I’ll tell him. Not your name,” he interjects quickly before I can protest. “I’ll tell him about the fine as fuck woman who came up and propositioned me for a night of mind-blowing sex. How good it felt to have her suck my cock in the backseat of a taxi. How tight and wet her pussy was when I licked it.” His mouth moves down to capture my nipple. “That the little slut let me do anything I wanted to her all night long.” I wiggle when his teeth nip and tug a little on the sensitive skin in his mouth. And then my breath rushes out of my lungs, feeling him position himself between my legs. “I’ll remind him that he’s only gonna have sex with one woman, one boring woman, for the rest of his long life when he could’ve been fucking in backseats and pounding your pussy into a wall so loud the neighbors can hear.”

  Senn shifts his hips and thrust into me, making me cry out to the ceiling when my head falls back against the wall. After my breasts start to rub against his shirt, I realize the major mistake I’ve made here and resolve it in seconds, tugging his shirt over his head.

  Oh. My. God. Watching him workout across the gym is one thing, but up close like this with his wide shoulders, defined pecs and rippling abs pressed against me…my pussy clamps down harder on his cock, never wanting to let this one go.

  “Holy shit, holy shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit,” Senn mutters against my ear. “Best chokehold ever.”

  “Harder,” I demand with a tug of his hair. Doing as I asked, he pulls back and then rams into me over and over again, making me gasp and both of us yell obscenities. “Uh fuck! Don’t stop! So close.”

  Reaching down between our bodies, he presses his fingertips to my clit.

  “God yes!” I exclaim.

  “You like that? Gonna come for me?” he asks.

  My fingers untangle from his hair, and my hands roam down to his thick shoulders, over his expansive chest. “I could come just looking at you.”

  When Senn stops moving, I realize I said that aloud and instantly regret it. He’ll never let me live it down. “I’d rather you come with me inside you,” he says, drawing my eyes up to his when he doesn’t say something arrogant. “Or on my tongue.”

  My breath hitches, and my lower belly tightens and floods with warmth at the reminder of being upside down on his lap with his tongue between my legs.

  “When was the last time you had your pussy licked?” he asks.

  “Years,” I answer, resting my head against the wall and enjoying the sensation of him seated and pulsing deep inside me but not moving.

  “Really? Cause that’s the first time I had my tongue in a pussy in years.”

  “Seriously?” I ask.

  “I don’t tongue fuck just any cunt,” he says with a smirk before his hips start thrusting again, taking me higher, especially with his fingers still working my clit. “Now, every time I see you at Havoc, I’m gonna be thinking about how you smell like fresh squeezed lemonade in the summertime and how good this tight pussy tastes creaming all over my face.”

  “Oh God,” I moan when my pussy starts to throb like it has its own out-of-control heartbeat.

  “Abby’s homemade lemon meringue pie. Mmm-mmm. I could bury my face in your pie. Every. Single. Night.”

  “Uhh God!” I scream when I come, thinking about his head between my legs, eating me up like he couldn’t get enough.

  “Fuck, you feel so good.” Senn groans when he keeps pounding into me. “Squeeze me dry, baby. Fuck yes!”

  The room spins and goes dark. Thank goodness Senn’s holding me up or I would’ve fallen. I hold on to his shoulders while we both ride out the pleasure that seems to go on and on forever. Finished, and spent, Senn rests his sweaty head in the crook of my neck, his breath warm and heavy on my neck. He gives the outside of my thigh three consecutive pats.

  “I submit,” he says. “You can relax now.”

  I giggle, realizing he was tapping out because my pussy was still clinching around his cock. When he lowers my feet to the ground, I sink down, taking the condom with me.

  “Oh shit,” he says before going in and fishing it out with
his fingers. “That’s a first. Your pussy was on lockdown.”

  That has me giggling again. I’m high on endorphins and still a little tipsy mixed with sleepy. It’s a great combination, but I have no more energy. When Senn goes in search of a bathroom, I sink down onto the floor to rest. A few minutes later, and he’s lifting me into his arms and carrying me down the hall to my bedroom. As soon as my head hits the pillow, so does reality. He’s gonna get dressed and leave now, I just know it. And then I’ll spend another lonely night in my bed, just like all the others, and all the ones to come. So sad and pathetic. Partially my own fault for hanging on to the past. I really do need to let it go. Maybe Linc’s wedding is a blessing in disguise and will give me the closure I need to move on.

  Shimmying out of my dress so that I’m more comfortable, I look over at the side of the bed. Senn’s standing there with his hands on the top of his jeans, like he’s not sure if he’s coming or going. Going I’m sure, after he got what he came for. I stare at his incredible upper body that’s still shirtless. The big, strong body of a fighter. Even after the orgasms I had earlier, just the sight of him is enough to get me turned on again. So I reach down between my legs and touch myself while I look at him. My lips part on a gasp of pleasure, and I have to lick them when they go dry. I imagine running my tongue over every indent, every inch of his magnificent body, until my own trembles with a release. On a sigh of satisfaction, I curl up on my side and close my eyes, ready to float into dreamland when the mattress dips.

  Senn’s warm, hard body presses against the front of mine. He reaches for my hands, sucking the arousal off the fingers that were between my legs before placing my arms around his neck. I hold on to him tightly, snuggling up against his chest, while his hands go down to rest on my ass.

  “Goodnight,” I say softly, almost afraid I’ll break whatever spell this is that has him sleeping in my bed.

  “Goodnight,” he replies with a kiss to my forehead.

  In the comfort of his arms, I start to drift off to sleep, wishing he wouldn’t leave in the morning, but knowing he will, probably before I wake up. Men like Senn don’t ever settle down, especially not with a girl like me, with an expiration date.