by M. L. Young
The lights in the venue dimmed and an announcer started talking as he welcomed everyone here and those watching on television, saying that they had a good matchup in store for us. I said a silent prayer, took a deep breath, and waited for the curtain to be lifted and for Liam to come out swinging. Please don’t let anything bad happen to him tonight.
Chapter Fifteen
Liam
My opponent went out first and the crowd cheered him on. Were they all there to see him, or were they just prompted to cheer any fighter who came out so it would create more excitement?
I didn’t know much about him, only that he was about the same height and weight as me, and that his name was Hector. I heard the announcer talking, raring up the crowd and talking about me the same way he did for Hector, while Tino patted my back and was set to walk out with me.
Music started playing and the curtains were drawn back before we started walking and the spotlight shined on me. The crowd cheered, even more so for me than for Hector, as I shadow-boxed and swung some hits. I looked forward, a serious look on my face, not even bothering to look for Jessica. It would make me nervous, and the lights were so bright I would become blinded, which wouldn’t be a good thing before my match.
Hector and I stood in opposite corners as the octagon was set up and the referee entered. I could hear the commentators stacking us up, and I knew from previous viewing experience that our faces and stats were side by side for the people at home right now. I wondered if my family was watching, if they were cheering, or if they were just plain worried right now.
“Kick his ass, kid,” Tino said softly before he and the other manager left the octagon.
Hector and I stared at one another, like we were bitter rivals, even though we’d never met before. Hell, I was sure he was a cool guy and we’d probably get along, but right now all I saw was a target on his head, and I intended to take the shot. The octagon was closed and the referee brought us both in to tell us the rules over the loudspeaker.
“Are you ready?” he asked Hector, who nodded yes.
“Are you ready?” he asked me, to which I nodded yes.
“Okay, let’s touch gloves and fight!” he said.
Hector and I cautiously walked towards one another before tapping gloves from a distance and getting into gear. We both waited back, tracking one another to try to figure out a weakness we could exploit. I saw a scar on his right knee, like he had ACL or some other type of reconstructive surgery in the past. That was my in, assuming I didn’t just swing my way out of this. I needed to grab that leg and torque it beyond reprise, and I knew he’d tap out to that.
Hector came in, likely annoyed that I wasn’t initiating anything, taking a test swing to feel me out. I knew it wasn’t full force, and I dodged it without retaliating. With my hands up, protecting myself, I waited for his next hit before I moved to the left and swung myself. I connected.
He stumbled back a bit, the crowd getting energized, though I knew it wasn’t the right time to take him down. It was as if I gave him a quick jolt, stunning him for a second, before he was back in it and looked pissed off that I’d hit him. Relax, Liam, you’ve got this. You’re the better fighter, and in a minute you’re going to show it.
He came back towards me, this time with a concentration in his face that was absent before I’d hit him. He started throwing quick, successive punches, most of them hitting my gloves, but one of them hit my side. I felt a jolt come through me. The kicks from last night were really coming out right now as I flinched a little and he grabbed me, taking me down to the mat. The crowd went nuts, thinking it was over, but it was far from it.
I kept myself protected, him literally on top of me, hugging me, while throwing a few hits. He was already a little tired, it was obvious in the strength of the strikes, as he hit my clean side and not where I was kicked last night. How was I going to get out of this? How was I going to reverse it?
I ate the hits like a sponge before reversing his hold and grabbing him myself. I grabbed his calf, my fingers gripping it like Spiderman, before I plopped myself down on the mat and cranked his leg and knee like they were levers.
I saw the pain jolt through his eyes before he tried everything and anything to stop me. He swung at me, landing a few hits, which only made me torque it even more. I wanted him to stop, to just tap out, before I had to do permanent damage and end his career before it even started. He didn’t give up, though, and instead kept going, even when the ref asked him if he wanted to stop.
I looked up, seeing thirty seconds left on the timer for the end of the first round, before I squeezed more and started to see his knee pop a little and shift underneath his skin. He was sweating, crying a little, before the pain was too much to handle and he slammed his hand repeatedly against the mat and tapped out. The referee called it and I let go of his leg and jumped up to the applause of the crowd.
Sweating, Tino ran in and hugged me as the crowd chanted my name and flooded my ears with noise. I did it, I won my first professional fight, and I made fifty grand at the least in prize money. Not only that, but I did it with twelve seconds left on the timer, and I did it in the first round, which was a very strong showing for my first-ever professional match.
As I looked into the crowd, I found Jessica sitting there, her eyes watering and waving at me. I smiled, winking. She blew me a kiss and I caught it before putting it against my heart. To everybody else it just looked like me doing a victory move, but to us, it was more. I thought it was time I made this a little more official.
Chapter Sixteen
Jessica
I jumped into Liam’s arms when I found him later in the evening in his dressing room.
“You did so great!” I said, kissing him.
“I just can’t believe I did it,” he said.
“And it might not be over, kid. There’s still the submission of the night bounty up for grabs,” Tino said.
“Not only that, but maybe even a contract,” a man said, standing in the doorway.
“Mr. Potter, it’s so great to see you again,” Liam said, walking over to shake his hand.
“What did I tell you, Liam? Call me Mike!” he said, smiling.
He had a few other people with him, and his crisp Italian suit fit him perfectly. Liam looked genuinely happy, and I knew this guy must be important to the company and to Liam’s future.
“Are you offering my client a PFC contract?” Tino asked.
“We’re still talking about it, but the chances are pretty damn good after the performance you gave out there. You had the crowd going nuts, you made your opponent submit in the first round, and social media has been blowing up about you. You might have what it takes to be a champion one day,” Mike said.
“Thank you so much, sir. It’s an honor, and I hope to get a contract. I just want you to know how much I’d appreciate the opportunity,” Liam said.
“Well, our people will be in touch, and we’ll get the ball rolling on that. I think you have a very good shot. I’ve got to get going, though, it was nice talking to you again,” he said, shaking all our hands and walking off with his entourage.
“Holy shit,” Liam said excitedly.
“See, kid, what did I tell you? Your hard work is paying off in spades!” Tino said, hugging Liam.
“Honestly, I’m not sure how much better this night can get,” he said.
“Why don’t you two go out, have some fun, and maybe get some dinner or something on me,” Tino said, handing Liam a hundred bucks.
“Tino, this is a lot,” Liam said.
“Pay me back with your winnings, Mr. Moneybags,” he replied, laughing.
“I will, the second I get them. Thanks, Tino,” he said before Tino left the room.
“Well, where should we go?” I asked.
“I just have to clean up really quick so I don’t stink for you and then we’ll go anywhere you want. Just as long as we’re there together, I don’t care where it is,” he said, grabbing some clothes and goi
ng into the bathroom.
I sat in the chair, waiting, before the shower turned on and it all felt real. I just couldn’t believe this happened. I was so proud of him.
•••
Liam and I decided on something he really wanted: burgers. He didn’t want anything else, just some junk food, considering he had a strict diet leading up to the fight. I agreed, in the mood for some burgers and fries myself, and we went to a fast-food restaurant near our hotel.
Liam got three burgers, all with cheese and the works, as well as a large fry and a chocolate milkshake. “I’m hungry,” he said, as the cashier couldn’t believe it was all for him.
I ordered a smaller burger and medium fries. We got our order and sat down near a window. It was still early enough that the city was packed, and there were screens in the restaurant with a sports show playing. They were saying what happened so far tonight in the fights, and Liam’s name popped up on screen as the first fight of the night. He was beaming, his smile absolutely radiant, as I stared at him and took a mental picture for later. He was so cute sometimes.
Surely enough, Liam ate his entire meal and we left, walking towards the water on the way to our hotel. “It’s so beautiful,” he said as the city lights twinkled on the water’s surface.
We held hands, our fingers laced together, before we stopped at the railing and hung out. “Thank you for being there for me tonight. I know I’ve said it already, but really, thank you,” he said.
“I wanted to do it, and I loved being there to support you. You’re such a great fighter and great guy. I know it’s only been like what, five weeks, but I’ve really had a great time these past few weeks. I feel like I’ve known you for a lot longer than that,” I said.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, looking nervous.
“I didn’t do something wrong, did I?” I asked, scared.
“No, not at all!” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “What I have to say isn’t bad.”
“Okay,” I said, nervous.
“Listen, I know it’s been only five weeks, like you said, but everything is telling me that this is right. We get along great, we always laugh with one another, and there’s an amazing natural chemistry between us. But even with all that, we’re just dating, seeing one another, and not in a relationship. I want to change that,” he said.
“You do?” I asked, my cheeks warming up.
“Yeah, I do. I guess what I’m trying to ask is if you’ll make it official with me and be my girlfriend,” he said, smiling.
I felt stunned, but not in a bad way. Truthfully, I’d daydreamt of him asking me this question, and what it would be like to be with him. We’d come so far, not even getting intimate past kissing, and I knew he truly was into me and wanted to be with me. No guy this age, especially in New York, would stick around for five weeks without getting screwed. It just didn’t happen.
But even though I was thrilled, I was scared at the same time, but not because of him. Relationships, even though I loved them and loved the idea of love itself, had never really gone my way. My last boyfriend treated me like shit, even when I treated him like a king. I got walked on a lot, and my friends hadn’t been shy in letting me know that. I trusted Liam, I really did, but sometimes the thought of being in another abusive relationship crippled me, and I didn’t want to go through it again. Still, I couldn’t impose my past and what happened to me on him. He was somebody different, somebody new, and he treated me like a queen. I needed to respect him. He wasn’t my past, but my future.
“I will. Definitely, I’ll be your girlfriend,” I said, smiling from ear to ear.
“Wow, great,” he said like a dork, and I leaned in and kissed him.
It was our first kiss as a couple, the intensity behind it feeling ten-fold compared to our other kisses, and I knew I’d never forget it.
“Do you want to get out of here and go back to the room to celebrate?” he asked.
“I’d love to,” I said before we walked off.
I knew what that meant, being code for consummating our relationship, and I was fine with it. We likely never meant to wait this long, our last sexual moment almost sealing the deal early on, but we waited, and quite honestly I wanted it. I wanted to see him naked, to taste him, to feel him inside me. I wanted to make him feel good, feel great, on this night of all nights, with his fight in the bag and our relationship now official. It just felt…right.
We ordered some champagne after getting back to our room, as well as some chocolate-covered strawberries. The order swiftly came, and Liam popped the cork as I giggled before he poured our glasses and handed me mine. “To us,” he said, his glass up.
“To us,” I said, before we clinked them together.
The taste was slightly bitter, very bubbly, but I got it down and puckered my lips a little bit. Liam grabbed a strawberry, bringing it over and feeding it to me. “Mm,” I moaned, as my lips suctioned onto it and I took a bite.
I could see his jugular throbbing a little while he bit his lip slyly. After all, this was the first truly sexual encounter we’d had so far, and I knew he was bursting at the seams to get me naked.
I swallowed before he came in and kissed me slowly. Our mouths opened, and his tongue entered my mouth slowly, as if it were scouting out to see if it was welcome. It definitely was, and I wrestled with it, the tip of my tongue flickering against his, before I swallowed and tasted him. He ran his hands up my sides and made me quiver as I felt goose bumps form all over my body. It felt so good to be touched again.
My shirt inched up more and more, and the side of his hand hit the base of my bra, my underwire stopping him in his tracks. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, as if he weren’t sure.
“Positive,” I said, unbuttoning his flannel shirt button by button.
I got all the buttons off and ran my hands over his chiseled abs before he interrupted and pulled my shirt up over my head. I giggled while he tossed it aside before he sat up and took off his own shirt, coming back down to kiss me. I grabbed his arms, squeezing them, as they dwarfed my small hands and made me feel safe.
Liam moved down, his lips kissing my neck, as I cocked it back and closed my eyes. “Yes,” I moaned, and I felt him unclasping my bra in the back. I could feel myself becoming aroused, getting wet, and he finally got the bra off before opening his eyes and slowly taking it off.
“Wow,” he said, looking entranced.
“You like?” I asked, smiling and giggling a little.
He touched them, squeezing them, as I bit my lower lip and watched the expressions on his face. I peeked down, seeing his cock growing in his jeans, before he started sucking on my nipples and forced me back down. His left hand drifted downwards, gripping my upper inner thigh as I felt the strength in his hands.
“Yes,” I moaned as I felt his tongue swirl around my hardened nipple.
As a minute passed, I realized I was being greedy and letting him pleasure me while he did all the heavy lifting. He was my champion now, and I needed to let him know just how proud of him I was.
I rolled him over onto his back before grabbing the clasp of his buckle and unbuckling his jeans. I unbuttoned them, keeping eye contact as I did, before pulling them down and tossing them aside. I could see it inside his black boxer briefs, a thin shred of fabric keeping me from tasting him further, as his sharp V lines dove under the band and made me wonder what was inside.
I grabbed the elastic band and pulled them down before taking in a sharp, deep breath through my nose and letting it out through my mouth. Shit.
His cock, the thickest I’d ever seen, lay there like a sleeping serpent. I wondered just how big he really was. It wasn’t even hard, and I already knew it was the biggest I’d ever see.
“You like?” he asked, mimicking me from earlier.
I grabbed it while stroking him slowly. “Very much so,” I said as it grew stiffer in my hand.
I bent down, feeling its heat emanate onto my fa
ce, before I kissed his shaft and noticed him squirm. I licked it, bottom to top, while he breathed out slowly and loudly, letting me know I was already off to a good start. I swallowed, clearing my throat, before I opened my mouth as wide as it could go, my jaw already a little sore, and taking all of him. My eyes watered a little, the girth of it bigger than any one woman should ever get to have, but I powered through it, his cock now straight and stiff, as some of my spit dribbled down his shaft and onto his balls.
“God, you’re good at this,” he said, his hands behind his head.
I looked up at him, my tongue rubbing against his shaft, before I grabbed his balls and started to play with them gently. I could tell he liked it, shifting in his spot a little, before I let go and gasped for air. “Anything to make my man feel good,” I said.
“How about we both feel good?” he asked, smiling.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked, rubbing my pussy.
“Sixty-nine?” he asked.
“I’ve never done that before,” I said hesitantly.
“It’ll feel good, I promise. Trust me,” he said.
I nodded, trusting him, before I took off my panties and swung around on top of him. I put his dick in my mouth, pressing on the inside of my cheek, before I felt his tongue flicker against my clit and make my eye twitch. I moaned, not letting go of him, as he did things to me that I only dreamt I’d ever get to feel. “Fuck,” I said, after his cock popped out of my mouth.
That only fueled him further. He started to suck on my clit, really sucking on it, before I felt a finger push slowly inside me. I made a face, a good one, while jerking him and spitting to keep him lubed up. How could something so different feel so damn good? I couldn’t believe I’d never done this before.
He ate me out for five long minutes before he pushed me off him and got up to grab a condom. “I need you,” he said, with a primal look on his face that got me riled up.
I was a feminist for sure, and so was he, but having a strong man toss me around and pick me up with ease was strangely satisfying, especially when he was dominating me like this. I loved it.
