by Hilary Storm
Chapter Seven
Kinsley
“What the hell Mollie!”
“Don’t what the hell me…. He’s fucking huge… and you didn’t return any of my texts or calls. How did I even know if you were still alive or not? I had to find you and I wasn’t leaving this apartment complex without you.” She starts walking through his apartment just seconds after he leaves.
“How did you find me?”
“One of the tenants told me where the fighter lives. He has a reallyyyyy nice dick by the way.” I just sit on the couch with my mouth wide open as she continues. “I’m going to guess that hurt just a bit. Are you sore?”
“Yeah… actually I am, but it’s in allllll the right places.” I exaggerate my words and give her the response she’s dying to get, even making disgusting motions with my hands. It’s not very often that Mollie gets to hear stuff like this from me. She, on the other hand… is always spouting off about her sex life, even when it’s non-existent.
“He asked me to stay a few days with him.”
“And you told him yes!” She squeals when I nod. “Good. I’ll stay too… that way you have someone here in case shit goes south.” My first instinct is to tell her no, but I see how excited she is and chose not to ruin her fun. “I’m sure your lover boy will be more than happy to let me have my apartment for a few extra days.”
“I can ask him.”
“You’re glowing and shit.” She flicks a finger in my direction; her face contorted like she’s not sure how to take it all.
“Yeah… I really like him.”
“It looks good on you.” She lowers her finger and her face lightens up as if she’s coming to some realization that I’m not aware of.
I just laugh with her until she starts looking through his cabinets and drawers. “What are you doing?”
“The best way to get to know someone is to look through their belongings.”
“Stop Mollie. I’m not doing that.”
“I know you’re not. I am. Don’t worry… so far it’s all just the normal boring stuff. But he is a clean freak. Do you think you can handle someone that meticulous?
“Right now, I’m just looking to have fun for the next few days. The rest of it I’ll have to decide on later, when I find out if he’s really someone I want to have in my life.” She’s grinning from ear to ear.
“That looks is ridiculous on you.”
“What?” I copy her finger swipe move that she just pulled on me and throw it back at her.
“That creepy excited thing you have going on your face.”
“I can’t help it. I think you’ve found the one and I’m just fuckin’ happy for you.”
“Don’t be dramatic. I just met him…” She interrupts before I can even finish my thought.
“And did he not blow your damn mind last night. How about at the fight? Let’s not even talk about what must’ve went on that first night. Don’t think I don’t know that you’re keeping things from me about that.”
“Ok. Fine. I held his dick that night.”
“I knew something more happened.” She yells back at me and I can’t help but laugh at her.
“Well… I won’t be in your way the next few days. But I do want to make him feel uncomfortable for a few minutes when he returns.” I know she’s going to tease him about the way he answered the door. I’d warn him if I could, but watching her in action may be more fun.
“Don’t be too crazy on him. You know guys judge women on the company we keep.”
“So, he already thinks you’re a whore. Good deal.” Mollie has never been the delicate type. She says what she’s thinking and I love her for it, but I hope she doesn’t unleash the true crazy she’s capable of while Mavick is around.
“I really like Mavick.”
“Hah… you think?” I don’t have the chance to say anything more before we both hear the loud footsteps of someone coming up the stairs. We both watch the door to the apartment and even manage not to act super awkward when Mavick comes in.
He’s sweaty and breathing hard, but still sexy as hell. “My friend here says we’re staying in town a few more days. I’m gonna guess that you can extend the apartment I’ve got booked, since I’m not about to leave her in New Orleans all by herself.”
“Sure.” He responds quickly with a shrug.
“I like the outfit Mr. Fighter. It’s a bit more colorful than the one you were wearing earlier.” Andddd just like I knew she’d do, Mollie is instantly teasing him about earlier.
“Thanks.” He handles it well, with a sexy smirk and a purposeful walk straight through to his bedroom. After he closes the door we both snicker while she grabs her jacket to leave. “He’s hot as fuck, Kins… don’t mess this up.”
“I won’t. You sure you don’t want to catch the flight home? I hate to mess up your plans?”
“Are you kidding me? I don’t have plans. I’m living life day by day right now.” She hugs me tightly and leaves with a wink and a blown kiss in my direction.
The apartment is quiet. I listen at his bedroom door before I open the door. He’s not in his bed, but I hear the splash of water as I take a few steps. I slip my shirt over my head and drop the rest of my clothes on the floor as I walk through his room to join him. It’s a bold move for me, but I find it a bit easier knowing it’s Mavick behind that door.
I find him resting against the back wall of the shower, his eyes closed and water running down his chiseled body. His dick standing up and calling for my attention before he even sees me. I love this view and chose not to move until he opens his eyes and realizes I’m here.
He stands slowly, reaching for my hand he pulls me against his body and wraps me up in his arms. I kiss his chest, letting the hint of salt taste linger on my lips before I do it again. He doesn’t say a word… just palms my face with his hands and leans down to kiss my lips. He’s relentless with his tongue and forces me to the opposite wall with his advances.
The cold tile is a shock to my back, sending me forward against his chest with a gasp and a small shiver. I spread my palms out on his chest and push him back to the same position he was in earlier. I stand back and admire the view, this time with the depth of want searing through me with his eyes.
The width of his shoulders makes me feel tiny. I can’t help myself from taking advantage of this opportunity to appreciate every inch of him. Sliding my hands down his arms, I notice the lumps of muscle move as he takes in my touch. He moves his hand to his dick, enclosing it with a grip and a slight pull to the right, giving me even more room to move in closer to his body.
“Turn around.” He begins to deny my request and I quickly take back the control I’m enjoying too much to lose.
“Yes. I want to look at you.”
“Remember this.” He slowly turns around, the water hitting him as he does. A quick swipe of his face and he’s moving his arms to the wall.
Holy hell this man. The swells of muscle in his back make me want to lick every part of his body. Sliding my hand across his skin and tracing his ink could easily become my favorite pastime.
I grab the soap and pour some on his shoulders, rushing to use my hand to smooth it over as much surface as I can. I still miss a few drops that fall to our feet. His body twitches as my hand moves over him and I love knowing I’m getting to him. I purposely glide my breasts across his back, moving my hands lower and then around to his chest and stomach.
My intentions are to tease him and prolong my own fun, so I stop just shy of touching his cock. I know from last night I won’t get much exploring time once we get started.
The water rinses him quickly as I spread the soap, but I keep touching him as though I’m still on the same mission. His body is so massive in the space there’s really not a way to do this without turning off the water, but I want to keep it on. The steam only adds to the mood.
I move my focus to his ass, noticing him really tense up when I get close to his crack. “Don’t worry… I have no desire to
go near your ass.” I whisper against his back as my hands grip both of his very firm ass cheeks. Jesus. This man is sculpted perfection and I hope I have the chance to see him again after this week.
Chapter Eight
Mavick
Fuck. She’s driving me insane with her touch. I want to turn around and take her up every wall in this shower until I can’t stand anymore. Her tender tracing isn’t a usual for me, but I could get used to it real quick. It’s like her touch goes straight to my dick. Hell, just thinking about her has made me crazy for two days now.
I’m allowing her to have this control for the time being. I can tell she’s enjoying herself, even though I know she’s being a tease… it feels like fucking torture to me. This isn’t normally what I do. I’m always in control when it comes to the bedroom, so it’s taking so much for me not to flip around and take over.
Patience is my mantra until the perfect time to pay her back for this torment, but I’m silently begging her to grip my dick and take us to the next level.
She moves her hands to my ass and I’m literally fighting with everything inside me not to take over. “Don’t worry… I have no desire to go near your ass.” Her warm breath brushes across my back at the same time her tits do. I’ll wait until later to tell her that’s not the same for me. I have every intention of getting her ass and with this kind of workup… it’s bound to be sooner rather than later.
Her fingers move down my legs as she lowers herself to her knees. I can see her between my legs below just before I feel her bite on my right ass cheek. This is when I decide enough is enough.
Her eyes find mind the second I turn around, a look of mischief and achievement spreads over her face before I grab the back of her head and guide her mouth onto my dick. She continues to look at me as she takes me to the back of her throat. I hold her in place, waiting for her to pull back, but she doesn’t. It’s as if she’s challenging me to push her too far… but I won’t. I will push her limits since she’s ready to play though.
“Fuck yes.” I allow her a breath before she takes me in again, this time I lift my hands to the walls of the shower and let her have the power she’s seems determined to have. She begins to move on me, fucking my dick with her mouth and making me want her even more by the second. Is it logical to decide that you’ve found your soulmate when your dick is throat deep in their mouth?
She sucks and swallows and blows my damn mind until I’ve released everything I have left. Guiding her to her feet, I take note of her unselfish way of pleasing me and plan to do the same to her, but she stops me. “That was for you.”
“And this will be for you. My turn.” I follow her exact method of torture and make her stand for my viewing pleasure. She’s perfect. Curves in all the right places and flawless skin consume my thoughts as I burn her body into memory. I motion with my hand for her to turn around, drawing a smirk from her face. I use soap as my excuse to touch her, not that I need one… but that’s what she did. I keep away from her most sensitive spots, purposely making her squirm in front of me.
My hands are large on her small body, not to mention I practically tower over her like a monster. Once I’ve tormented her enough, I lower to the shower floor and kneel between her legs, matching her previous position. She turns slowly, almost embarrassed of the situation, but I don’t let her have the time to think another second about it.
Before she has a chance to say anything, I move one of her legs over my shoulder and have my mouth on her clit and my hands on her ass.
She’s already worked up and sensitive to the touch when I dive in, making this much more fun. I lick and nibble her, holding her in place until she’s limp from her own orgasm. Proof of her release on my tongue with each swallow.
I can appreciate the VIP treatment more than anyone and I’m not afraid to give it.
We both shower slowly, both of us acting sex drunk from the night we had and the fun we just had in the shower.
She wraps a towel around her chest and I do the same around my waist. We move through the apartment with ease, as if we belong here together and that makes me even more excited to show her around New Orleans and get to know her inside and out.
If the next few days goes like I think they will, I’ll have a rough time letting her leave without me.
She brings a peace to my soul that I haven’t had in a very long time. Having someone like Kinsley next to me every day will do me, and my career, wonders.
Chapter Nine
Kinsley
We haven’t left his apartment in two full days, spending every second wrapped up in each other. He’s asked me to join him today at the gym for some sort of publicity video he has to shoot. It’ll be the first time we go out in public together and just knowing that has me nervous.
I pull the black dress over my head and shift until it’s perfectly in place. Mollie picked this one out when we went shopping for this trip. It’s not near as nice as the one I wore the night of the fight, so I hope it’ll work for this.
I’m brushing out my hair in front of the bathroom mirror when I see the door begin to open. He was still sleeping when I left the bed to shower.
“Mornin’.” He kisses the back of my head as he watches me in the mirror. His hands slide over my curves, squeezing every chance he gets. “You’re supposed to be in bed when I wake up.” This is the first morning he slept later than I did. The first morning I haven’t felt like an exhausted slacker as I scraped my body out of bed.
“Sorry. I wanted to look the part this morning.”
“Mmm. What part are you going for?”
“The lucky girl on your arm.” He turns me around to face him, lifting me onto the bathroom counter and grinding into me before his mouth lands in the crook of my neck.
“I don’t want you on my arm.” He trails kisses over my shoulder and down my chest. “I want you on my cock.”
“Of course you do.” I bite his shoulder just to tease him, which apparently is a way of encouraging the sex-crazed beast. If I told you I was getting tired of his constant attention, I’d be lying. I’ve never had someone this interested in me sexually, or otherwise. We’ve spent hours talking and sharing some of our deepest darkest secrets. It’s crazy how much I’ve shared with him after only knowing him a few days.
He’s naked in front of me… and has been pretty much the entire time we’ve been together. There’s not a single ounce of shame in this man and for that I find him even more attractive.
“I could just skip the interview.” He slides his hands up my thighs, moving my dress out of his way before he slides my panties down my legs and tosses them to the floor at his feet.
“I’m not going to be the reason you miss important things. How will that look?”
“I don’t care how it looks.” He lifts me around his waist and slowly enters me as he walks us the few steps to the back wall of the bathroom. My back lands flat against the wall just as he thrusts hard, filling me completely.
We had the birth control and clean conversation our second day together and he hasn’t bothered with a condom since. Not that I’m complaining. He’s the first man I’ve allowed bare, so I never knew how different it feels. He said the same thing and just watching his face when he enters me proves that he’s most definitely a fan.
He sinks his teeth into my shoulder, matching my previous move. “I didn’t realize we were gonna’ start biting. You need to remember I’m a sucker for pain.” He talks against my chest, allowing his breath to chill my exposed skin. The straps of my dress easily slide down my arms as he works them both down at the same time.
We’re heavy into the moment when the doorbell rings. “Fuck.” He doesn’t slow his speed, but covers my mouth with his and kisses me as if he’s making sure I don’t have time to tell him to stop.
You’d think this was our first time by the way we’re both acting starved for each other’s touch.
The doorbell begins to ring with an obnoxious urgency. Over and over again, without a s
econd between. “I’m gonna fucking kill someone.” He walks us both to his bed before he kneels on the mattress, laying me on my back while he climbs over me to reach a remote on his nightstand.
Music blares through the speakers louder and louder as he cranks up the volume, drowning out the doorbell in the process. He slides back into place and we have sex like there’s not a single urgency in the world.
I know it’s not Mollie, because I’ve already checked in with her today. She’s already at the airport on her way back to Denver and even though I should be distracted by who’s here, I’m not. He’s making sure my entire body is preoccupied with none other than Mavick Black.
His kiss becomes soft once he makes sure I get my release. Every time I let my eyes open, he’s looking at me. He continues this until the music shifts once again, this time affecting the mood. “I know that’s my manager. He’s going to be an asshole, so I want you to take your time in here. Get ready and don’t take anything he has to say at value. His job is to keep me focused, which until now was an easy paycheck for him.”
“Should I stay here while you go today?”
“No. I want you there.” He stands at the side of the bed and wraps a towel around his waist before stepping out of the room. “Asshole… How did I know you were in here?” My face flushes imagining what this guy thinks of me consuming all the time of their great fighter and keeping him from his obligations.
I take one look in the mirror and realize all my efforts this morning were for no reason… I look like someone in a freak show with not a single care in the world for my appearance.
The shower is hot the instant I step in, which only helps my mission to make this a quick one. This time I’ll refuse Mavick if he attempts to dirty me up again before we leave.
Chapter Ten
Mavick
“Asshole… How did I know you’d be in here?” My voice is flat as I approach Marcus.
