Worth The Fight (Hard To Love Book 1)

by T A. McKay

  I'm watching him now as he fights with Santo. I can’t help the way my eyes roam over his body. I know that I’m not meant to show my feelings publicly, but I'm hard and there’s only one way that problem’s going to be solved. I make my way into the ring, watching as both men stop to look at me. Thankful that I have a long t-shirt on today I walk up behind Zeke and stand close behind him. I feel him tense slightly, probably wondering what I'm doing.

  “You’re dropping your right shoulder. You need to keep yourself level or you're gonna tell your opponent what your next move is.” I purposely grind my hard dick into his arse and hear a gasp leave him. I pull his shoulders back with the pretense that I'm helping him, but I just want his body close to mine. He smells amazing, the mixture of his shower gel and him is the most intoxicating scent ever.

  “Wow, you're good man. I was just standing here thinking how perfect Zeke’s stance was. I didn’t even notice that he was dropping. You need to teach me all you know.” Lewie, Santo’s trainer yells over to me as I readjust Zeke again, still grinding into him. I contain my laughter, knowing that he's right, Zeke’s form was perfect but I'm not planning on telling him that. I back up, leaving Zeke looking over his shoulder with darkening eyes, and I know that I will pay for that move later. A shudder runs through my body as I imagine what he might do.

  “Right try again, keep your shoulders level.” I exit the ring, my eyes looking at Zeke’s body as he moves. He's hard like I knew he’d be, so he's hunched over pretending that he's blocking punches that aren’t actually coming. He's going to be mad, but it’s not like he's never done this to me before. I think the worst time was when I was lifting weights with a few of the fighters. I was bench pressing with Zeke spotting me when he started talking to me quietly, telling me everything that he planned to do to me that night and all the different ways he was going to make me come. It took about four seconds for my dick to be as hard as the weights I was lifting. The way I was lying made it very obvious that I was hard. My shorts were tenting enough to allow an entire family to camp under there. When I was going to stop and sit up when Zeke announced to the room that I had another set to do. I could’ve killed him, not only did I have to lie there for another six count, but everyone turned around to see why he was so loud. I don’t know if they noticed my hard on, but if they did, they were kind enough not to mention it.

  I’m finding that the more time I spend with Zeke, the more I’m falling for him. He's nothing like I imagined, I expected a very alpha man who would grunt a lot and beat his chest a little. What I got is a really caring guy who actually thought deeply about things and he's smarter than I think anyone gives him credit for. I swear, some of the things he comes out with leaving me in shock. He always wanted to study to be a pilot, but he never got the chance. After his dad had pushed him into fighting, leaving his body in pain on a daily basis, he lost all passion for school. He dropped out as soon as he was able to and ran as far away from his family as he could. It’s a shame really, I would totally have loved to see Zeke dressed as a pilot. I mean, who doesn’t love a man in uniform? I have a feeling he would have worn it really fucking well.

  I'm brought back to my senses when Santo hits the ground and I watch Zeke as he helps him get to his feet.

  “Good fight, Santo, but I think I'm gonna head out. There’s something at home that needs my attention..” He starts unwrapping his hands as Santo throws his gloves to Lewie.

  “Got some hot date waiting, do ya’?” Zeke turns to look at me as he speaks.

  “Something like that, there’s just someone that needs taught a lesson or two.” I don’t even wait to hear what his next words are, I know I need to get out of here right now. If there’s one thing that we have discovered together it’s that we both love the chase. This game of cat and mouse is becoming one of our favorite things. I rush to the locker room, grabbing my bag without even checking if everything is in it before rushing out the front door. I knew it would end like this, I poked the bear and now he's going to charge. I need to get home before he catches me, he won’t care if we are behind closed doors or not. When he gets in this mood he’ll take me wherever I am. I know this after a hand job in the changing room of a local sports store. I had spent the day touching him, stroking his arm or brushing my hand over his arse. It took less than two hours for him to pin me up against the changing room wall and take his frustration out on me. I smile as I remember that day and my dick hardens as I imagine what he's going to do to me today.

  I pull into my driveway and jump out of my car quickly. I don’t know if Zeke would have hung around at the gym to grab a shower, if he did I will have a little longer to get prepared. I enter the house, leaving the door unlocked behind me for Zeke and throw my bag into the closet by the front door. Rushing down the hall to my bedroom, I strip out of my clothes as I move. I turn on my shower and climb in before it heats up, the sting of the cold water making my skin tingle but it’s soon replaced by a warm caress. I’m rinsing my hair when a hard body presses against my back and pushes me up against the tiles.

  “Is this what you had in mind when you were teasing me? Is this what you wanted to feel?” He grinds his rock hard dick into my arse and I groan. My own dick hardens immediately, the pressure of it against the tiles making me go cross-eyed with the intensity.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” I lean my head back onto his shoulders as I moan in agreement. He bends his knees, pushing his dick between my cheeks, and my legs nearly give out. I hear Zeke’s groan in my ear as he moves his lips to my ear.

  “I think I'm ready.” Four words and my whole world stops turning. My mind is finding it difficult to focus and I hear him repeating the words again. He's ready? Is he sure? I need him to be sure, but I also need to feel him more than anything. We’ve done a lot of things, had many orgasms in many different ways but we haven’t taken that final step yet.

  “Are you sure? How do you want it?” My voice is shaky. I should sound more in control but it’s just impossible.

  “I'm sure, but I'm not ready for me. Can I have you?” He sounds hesitant, like he's worried that I'm not going to agree to him taking me. Little does he know that I want him inside me as much as I want inside him. My arse cheeks clench as I imagine him slipping inside my body and slowly filling me. I reach out and turn off the water. I want this to mean something, and there’s no way it’s going to happen in a shower. I push back against his chest and he moves, letting me turn around. I kiss him, trying to show him how much I want this to happen. He pulls away, takes my hands and pulls me slowly out of the bathroom and through to my room. Standing next to the bed he captures my lips again as his hard dick brushes against mine.

  “This is new territory for me, baby. You’re gonna have to show me what to do.” I smile at his words. I really love it when he calls me baby. I don’t think he realizes he’s saying it, it’s just something that seems to come naturally to him.

  “Just take your time, the rest we’ll work out.” I push against his chest until he's lying on the bed. He scoots himself backwards on his elbows and I follow him closely, kneeling above his prone body. I claim his mouth while making sure my body doesn’t come into contact with his. I want him to just feel my lips and let the anticipation build. My lips leave his as they brush over his jaw, down his neck and over his chest where I take his nipple into my mouth and bite it gently, earning me a breathy gasp. I don’t get to torture him very long as he wraps his legs around me and flips me onto my back before positioning himself above me. When he moves away, I start to panic that’s he's leaving but I hear the bedside drawer open and I know what he's doing. He throws the lube and condom next to me on the bed and my muscles clench in anticipation. Leaning down he kisses me, it’s lazy but full of passion, making my blood hum under my skin. I could lie here all night and kiss him like this, but I need to feel him inside of me now. I reach out, grabbing the lube that’s beside me and open it. I drip it onto my own dick, making sure that there’s enough to spread between us
both. I rub it over myself and the back of my fingers brush over Zeke’s dick, making him groan.

  “If you keep doing that I won’t last long enough to get inside you.” Even though he says the words, his body never stops moving against me, and I open my fist taking both of us in my grip. I love it when we move together like this. Zeke’s dick is slightly longer than mine and I love the way it looks when it moves between my fingers. He thrusts a few times, his eyes closing as I increase the pressure and our lips never part.

  All too soon he pulls away, sitting back on his knees and looking down at me. He looks worried, like he’s unsure what to do next and I decide to help him out. I sit up slightly, the bottle of lube in my hand and I pour some into Zeke’s hand before putting his hand on my dick. He stokes his hand over me, spreading the slickness and making my eyes roll with the blissful caress. I jolt when I feel his mouth connect with me, his tongue licking the underside of my erection all the way down to my balls. Sucking in a breath, I concentrate on just feeling what’s he's doing, a groan leaving me as he sucks one of my balls into my mouth.

  I’m so turned on, barely able to control my hold onto my orgasm. I can feel it building already, tingles shooting through my body from deep in my balls. I think knowing that tonight we will be taking that extra step is making every touch more important, more intense. We’ve done a lot of exploring so far, I’ve blown him while fingering him and even tongue fucked his arse, but tonight I will get everything. I will admit that I can’t fucking wait until he gives me his whole body, but tonight I’ll be more than happy to feel him inside me. I’m brought out of my thoughts by his finger slipping between my arse cheeks and I suck in a breath as he presses over my hole. Fucking hell, that feels amazing. He rubs around it gently, and I want nothing more than for him to push inside me. What I don’t expect is for him to move to the side of me. I look up at him in confusion and see Zeke smile down at me as he taps my hip.

  “I'm sorry, sexy. But I want you on your stomach. I don’t know what I'm doing so I want to do this the easy way to start with.” He leans down and kisses me. “I promise that next time I will look you in the eye when I take you.” Fuck, his words make my dick twitch. I roll over onto my stomach, keeping my arse tilted up so I don’t put pressure on my already aching cock. His fingers knead my cheeks when I feel his body move up behind me. I keep my head down, knowing that if I turn to see his face I may lose it completely.

  The cool drops of lube between my crack have me gripping the sheets and biting my lip until I can taste blood. I hear the ripping of the condom wrapper and I never realized how erotic that sound was before. The quietness after has my body vibrating where I am, my skin feels like it’s fully charged and ready to leave my body.

  My heart starts to race as his finger comes back and meets with my skin, the pressure against my hole making my eyes cross. He pushes inside me, easing in gently with one finger. After a few strokes he adds another finger, scissoring them inside me. He brushes over that spot inside me that has my body shooting up of the bed.

  “Did I hurt you?” Zeke asks as he rubs his free hand up my spine, soothing me back down onto the bed.

  “No, baby. It’s just so good, better than good. It’s fucking perfection.” I give myself a mental pat on the back, proud I managed to get some words out when my entire brain is focused on what his fingers are doing inside me.

  “Am I doing okay? I don’t want to hurt you, but I want you ready to take me.” I suddenly work it all out. If he's trying to give me a heart attack by just speaking to me he's doing a bloody good job of it. I can’t take much more, I need him inside before my part in this is over.

  “Do it, Zeke. For the love of fucking god, get inside me.” I hear his chuckle from behind me and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Yeah, he's definitely trying to kill me.

  I feel warmth against my hole as he presses the tip of his dick to it. Fucking hell. It’s like it’s scorching me through the condom and I'm not sure if I’ll survive what’s about to happen. He pushes against me, slipping past the tight ring and making my breath catch in my chest. I feel tears building in my eyes, but it’s not from discomfort, it’s because that with every inch he pushes inside me I feel myself fall in love with him. When he's fully inside me I know without hesitation that I am deeply in love with Zeke Raine.

  His movements still, but I need him to move, I need that feeling of completion.

  “Zeke, please. You need to move.” I can hear him panting behind me and his fingers dig into my hips.

  “Don’t move. I swear if you do then we’re both gonna be really disappointed.” Even through his pleading words my body clenches around him. I don’t meant to do it but I can feel his control slip and his fingers dig deeper. I'm sure that I will I’ll be sporting bruises in the morning, but I can’t seem to find it in myself to care.

  “Fuck it, Bryce. Please don’t. I've never felt anything as tight as you and it’s taking everything I have not to come right now.” I relax around him, letting him take control and move when he's ready. I lie there, trying not to give in to the urge I have to rock back onto his body, making him move inside me until I come. After what feels like a year, he starts to leave my body and I hold my breath, releasing it when he pushes back inside.

  He builds a rhythm, increasing the pace and strength with each thrust. I can hear him behind me muttering to himself and I wish I could hear what he's saying but my brain is a mushy mess of arousal. I can only think about the feelings he causing inside me, the feeling of his fingers digging deep into my muscles, and how I need to try and calm down. Zeke puts his hands on my shoulders, pulling me backwards until my back is flush with his chest. He wraps his arm around me and grabs my dick. The combination of him thrusting into my arse and his hands stroking me is too much, I can barely breathe and I think I might pass out before I can come.

  “You need to hurry, baby. I'm barely holding on and I want you to come with me.” A tingle rushes down my spine and my balls pull up into my body. Zeke groans behind me as my body starts to tighten, putting more pressure on his dick.

  “Bryce, fuck. God, oh god.” His breath on my neck is what finally sends me over the edge and I come hard in his hand. I feel him tense before his dick pulsates inside me. I smile knowing that he’s just experienced having sex with a man for the first time, and I got to be the one he did it with. His arms tighten around me and I feel worn out but content. I just pray that he doesn’t run, I don’t think my heart could take it.

  Zeke

  I'm holding onto Bryce’s body tightly as I try to breathe. I feel like I’ve just had the first orgasm of my life. It might not have been my first but everything before this pales in comparison. I slip out of Bryce’s body, pull off the condom and walk to the bathroom.

  After cleaning up I go back to the bedroom and climb into bed. I lie for a few moments before pulling Bryce to my side, he didn’t look like he was going to move to me and there’s no way I'm not holding him after what we just did. If I didn’t realize it before I certainly know it now, I like Bryce, actually it’s more than just like. What I just did to him, with him, just cemented the fact that I'm happy with Bryce, with what we’re doing together. I never thought I would be happy with a guy but now I think that maybe this is who I was meant to be with all along.

  I was nervous before entering him, it was new territory for me and it felt like losing my virginity all over again. I was so scared I would hurt him, push too hard and cause some damage, so I took my time with him. I couldn’t concentrate on anything except my cock and how it felt as I pushed into his tight ass. I wasn’t even sure I would get all the way in before I exploded, I think I lasted quite well all things considered. I think nerves helped me hold out, allowed me to try and make it good for him, when everything was pushing me closer to release. I mean the guy is gorgeous and tight. What a dangerous combination.

  I rest my nose to the top of Bryce’s head and inhale his scent. Add that to the list of things I like
about the man in my arms. He always smells so fucking good, even after a workout. I honestly want to bottle his smell and keep it. I laugh out loud as I realize how fucking creepy I sound right now. I'm one step away from giving him lotion and telling him to rub it into his body.

  “What’s so funny?” I feel his lips move against my chest as he speaks and it sends goose bumps all over. I'm still laughing when I answer him, not able to resist repeating the line from the movie.

  “Nothing really, I was just thinking about saying ‘it puts the lotion on its skin.” Bryce lifts his head up, resting his chin on his hands. He raises his eyebrows at me and a little smirk appears on his face.

  “You planning on skinning me so you can wear me? I know I'm hot but come on, you’re not that bad looking.” I can’t resist kissing him. I love that fact he knows what I'm talking about, that he gets the connection between my comment and ‘Silence of The Lambs’. This right here is everything that I want: someone that gets my jokes, who can do the things to my body that I crave, and more importantly, someone I can be myself with.

  I pull him closer to me, feeling his body snuggle against mine as we get ready to sleep.

  “Well this not that bad guy wants to sleep, and he wants to do it with a sexy guy in his arms.” I feel Bryce getting comfortable against me, his hand resting against my stomach and his head on my shoulder.