by Jenna Rose
We’re both sweating, and for a second, I’m self-conscious about it. I know this all just started, but I want to be perfect for him. I break our embrace and Jackson looks at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“I—I’m all sweaty and gross,” I say. He just laughs and shrugs.
“So am I. Does it bother you?”
“No,” I reply. I take a deep breath and his smell enters my lungs. “In fact, I kind of like it…”
“So do I.” He smiles.
He leans in again to kiss me, but I turn my head away.
“No,” I tell him. “No, I don’t want to be all sweaty like this.”
“Okay,” he replies, sitting up. “Do you want to shower then?”
I look at him nervously, biting my lip. Does he mean—
“With me?”
Yeah, he does.
I need a minute, but he doesn’t give me time to think. Wrapping his arms around my torso, he stands up with my legs still cinched around his waist and, carrying me like it’s nothing, walks back into the locker room.
“Jackson!” I cry out as he strides right into the showers, and with us both fully closed, turns the water on full blast. I shriek as it hits me; it’s freezing cold, and Jackson just laughs as he holds me under the stream as I try to fight to get free. But he’s just too strong; it’s hopeless. All I can do is squeal until the water warms up and he finally sets me down.
“Big jerk,” I mutter as I give him a playful punch on the arm that actually ends up hurting my fingers. “Ow…”
“I’ll teach you how to throw a punch too eventually,” he tells me as he leans in again. Our lips touch and those fireworks explode again. Jackson begins to undress me; I raise my arms up and he pulls off my shirt. I go to help him with my sports bra, but he pulls it up with ease and exposes my breasts to him. Even without the freezing cold water, my nipples would have been hard.
“Perfect.” He smiles as he looks down at my chest. Any amount of nervousness that may have been in me is washed away as he reaches down and tugs the hem of my shorts down.
I gasp. My mouth hangs open as his hand slides inside. A hunger takes over me as his fingers spread me open, and I reach out and practically claw at him as I take his shirt off and expose his gorgeous body. How did I get so lucky? He’s built like a male fitness model. I run my fingers down his shoulders and chest, admiring his perfection, and when he slides a finger inside me, fall forward and rest my head against his hard, broad chest.
“So tight,” he whispers, petting my hair with his hand.
“No one’s ever touched me there before,” I reply softly as I part my legs to give him better access.
“What do you mean?” Jackson asks. “Are you saying…you’re a virgin?”
I’m suddenly self-conscious and try to look away but he doesn’t let me.
“Y—yes…,” I reply. “Is that okay?”
His smile tells me all I need to know. “Okay, baby girl? That’s the greatest thing I’ve ever heard.”
He pushes his finger deeper, causing my back to arch. Without thinking, I press my teeth against the skin of his chest and grip his strong waist as he fingers me. It’s so good it’s almost too much to comprehend, and in what feels like no time, I’m rocked by a climax so powerful it almost takes my legs out from under me.
“Yeah, come for me,” he purrs in my ear as my body shakes uncontrollably. He holds me up with his strength until I manage to recover, and when I look up, I see his crystal clear blue eyes drenched with lust.
“You’re amazing…” I say softly.
“That’s nothing, baby girl.” He grins. “Wait until you see what I have in store for you next.”
5
Jackson
My cock is so hard it’s ready to tear out of my shorts. I can’t wait any longer for her to take them off; I yank them down and kick them into the corner of the shower, finally releasing my hard-on that’s been screaming for her since the moment she walked into the gym.
Our little play-fighting had me ready to fuck her right then and there in front of whoever was left in the gym. I see her pupils dilate as she looks at me, and I slip my finger out of her tight virgin pussy, and without hesitation, slide it into my mouth.
Her eyes widen as my body flames for her sweet taste. I want to lap at her pussy for hours, but right now I need to claim her. My dick needs to be inside her. I can’t wait any longer. I don’t know why or how this girl has such power over me; all I know is I’m helpless against her.
I tug her shorts down. They stick at her knees and I bend down and pull them all the way off. She trims her little virgin pussy, but I’m going to make sure I get it nice and bare for next time. Her hips are just absolutely insane, and the extra curves she has have me extra-aggressive.
I stand up and kiss her hungrily, both hands on her perfect breasts, then, taking her by the hips, I spin her around and press her up against the wall of the shower. Now I can finally see her ass, and what a fucking ass it is. It’s the kind of ass that would get millions of views on Instagram if she posted it there, but I don’t see her doing that, and I sure as hell won’t be letting her either.
Aching, I slide my cock between her thighs and begin thrusting, gently teasing her untouched cunt with my swollen tip.
“Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes as the sensations cause my body to quiver. I’m not even inside her yet and I could already come. I slow down. I don’t want this to be over yet. It can’t be. I’ve barely even gotten started.
Suddenly, I feel her fingers on my balls and look up to see her reaching back between her legs with one hand. The warmth of her pussy is calling me, and I can’t hold out any longer. It’s time for the main event.
“Take a deep breath,” I tell her as I take my cock by the base and position it, aligning it with her hole. “I’m going to take your innocence now, baby girl. I’m going to stretch that tight little virgin pussy and make it mine. And it’s going to hurt.”
“I’m ready,” she replies. Yeah, this girl’s no wimp. She’s the one who just surprise-attacked me a few minutes ago. She can take a dick; I know it.
When I enter her, I almost lose it. “Fuck,” I growl as I slow down. I’d like to say I’m letting her get used to it, but in reality, I’m just trying not to blow my load too soon.
“Wow, that’s big!” Merrell gasps. She reaches down to her pussy and explores what’s going on with her fingers. I feel them on my cock as I continue to push inside, not stopping until I’m balls deep.
With one of my hands, I grip her hair and pull, arching her head and back into the perfect position. With the other, I cup one of her perfect breasts. Then I start to fuck her.
“Oh, fuck!” she cries out with the first stroke that taps her cervix.
“Too much?” I ask, not that I’ll be able to hold back anyway.
“Yes—but in a good way,” she pants. “Keep doing it.”
Don’t need to tell me twice. Merrell’s plump ass jiggles as I fuck her, causing me to salivate like a hungry dog. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. My cock is a bar of hot steel inside her, and her body is perfection in my hands.
“Goddamn, baby girl. You feel so fucking good. Your pussy’s so tight it’s like it wants to pull my dick off.”
The vein beneath my cock is pulsing. My shaft flexes and I know I’m right fucking there. No. It’s too soon. I need more of her. I slow down, bury my cock in her and grind against her ass. She groans as she takes it deep. I pinch her nipple and lean in, kiss her ear and whisper to her, “You make me wanna come already, baby.”
“Yeah? You can if you want to…”
“No,” I reply. “Not yet. You first.”
Growling, I pull all the way out of her, causing her to gasp at the loss, and look down at my cock, gleaming with her virgin juices. Before the water from the shower can wash them away, I slide all of my inches back inside her and start fucking. Every stroke gets me closer and closer to the edge, but she’s not there
yet, and I’m not going until she does.
It’s too hot and too good. There’s no way I can last much longer. I lean in again and nibble at her earlobe. “Come for me, baby girl. I want it. You know I want it.”
“You do?” she whispers back as her ass claps back against my thighs. Her body is perfection—a perfection I need in my life.
“More than anything,” I growl as my dick blazes. “Come on. Do it for me. Come for me, baby.”
“I—I’m close!” she cries out under her breath. I fuck her faster. My balls are taut with cum. My thighs tighten. My whole body tenses up like I’ve just done a thousand practice jabs, and when I feel her soaking wet cunt tighten up on me, I go over the edge.
“I’m coming!” Merrell moans.
“So am I!”
Grunting, my hips buck forward and I bury my throbbing cock deep inside her as I empty my balls into her untouched pussy, forever claiming it as mine. With each pulse, I pump more cum into her, in rhythm with her climax, her cunt clamping down on me like she never wants to let me out. And I never want to be anywhere else.
I slump forward on her back as we both come down, leaving my cock inside her until I’m able to pull out. Even then we both groan and slump down onto the floor together. She curls up under my arm and I hold her tight. I feel her warmth, her heartbeat against my chest, her soft skin…
…her perfection.
She had me from the moment that I saw her. I was helpless. First round knockout—there was never even a chance for a fight. But that’s a fight I’m happy to lose. I have her now, and she’s not going anywhere.
6
Jackson
With Merrell in my truck, I feel like a whole man again. I never thought it would be possible—not after what Tiffy did to me. I glance over at her, sitting gorgeous in my passenger seat; she’s got a body built for fucking. Built for breeding. I just emptied my balls in her and neither of us even flinched. She hasn’t even mentioned it since it happened.
It doesn’t scare me; it excites me. What if she gets pregnant? Fuck. My heart is racing at the thought. Without hesitation, I reach out and take her hand in mine. So soft. So feminine. The opposite of my hands. I could wake up every morning with those hands on my back and be a happy man. I’m wearing my wet shorts and she’s wrapped up in a towel, and as we pull into my driveway, I tug it down so I can get a look at her tits again.
“You bad boy,” she gasps, feigning embarrassment.
“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it.”
I give her left breast a squeeze, kiss her perfect plump lips, then get out of the car and go around to her side. Like some kind of bad-boy butler, I open her door and lift her into my arms.
“Careful, Jackson!” she protests as I carry her toward the door.
“Why? You worried I’ll drop you?”
“I—I’m not light,” she replies.
“To me you are.”
Using my foot, I open the door and pull her inside. Then we’re down on the couch and I’m all over her again. We kiss like a couple of teenagers, and it’s then that I realize I don’t even know how old she is. Breaking our embrace, I sit up and look down at her.
“What?” she asks.
“You…you’re legal, right?”
Merrell bursts out laughing and nods her head.
“I’m eighteen, big guy. Were you worried?”
“No, not really,” I reply. “I just didn’t know.”
“Come on, do I look fifteen?”
“Not with tits like that,” I reply, giving them both a squeeze.
“How old are you?” she asks. “You’re not like…retirement age, are you?”
“Fuck you.” I grin.
“Did that.”
God, she’s fucking awesome. “Twenty-eight,” I tell her. She doesn’t even flinch. In fact, she seems to like it.
“I should call my parents,” she says, reaching for her purse which she’s set on the coffee table. “Tell them I’m spending the night at Ryan’s.”
“Oooh, you bad girl,” I chuckle. She picks up her phone and presses her mom’s contact. “Don’t wanna tell her you’re spending the night with a MMA fighter who just took your virginity!?”
“Shhh!” she hisses, slapping me on the arm. Smiling, I get up and head to my room to find some dry clothes. I can hear her talking to her mom while I dry off and slide into a pair of shorts and a tank top, and when I come back into the living room, she’s hanging up.
“Okay?”
“She bought it,” she replies. “We’ll have to figure out some other way of explaining this to her from now on.”
“From now on?” I ask, perking up as I slide onto the couch beside her. “So this is gonna be a regular thing, huh?”
Damn right it is. But I want to hear it from her. She lowers her head slightly and a vulnerable look comes over her face.
“I mean…if you want it to.”
“Of course I want it to,” I tell her. “I just came inside you, Merrell. You think I want this to be a short-term thing? No, you’re mine now.”
I pull her close and kiss her, closing my eyes as I bask in the warmth and softness of her body. She belongs in my bed every single night and every single morning when I wake up. When I pull back and look at her, I don’t just see a sexy girl, though. I see something else; I see my future, and it’s a whole lot different than I thought it was.
“So no clothes for me?” she asks.
“Nope,” I reply simply. “I like you like this.”
She gives me a little smile with a little frown thrown in; she likes it.
“Fine. Tell me something about yourself,” she says.
“Like what?”
“Anything.”
“You want my zodiac sign?” I joke.
“No, jerk,” she laughs. “You’re a fighter, right? MMA? Is that like the UFC?”
“The UFC is an MMA league,” I tell her. “But yeah, MMA fighting is what I do.”
“Are you any good?” she asks. She sure doesn’t hold back. I like it.
“I am. But I won’t be doing it much longer.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
It’s strange to talk to someone outside the industry about stuff like this. She clearly has no idea about the sport or who I am or any of it; how am I supposed to tell her about what I’m about to do?
“Let’s just say…I’m retiring.”
“Wow! Did you like win a bajillion fights and make tons of money?” she asks. Well, this night was going well. Now we’re on this topic…
I take a deep breath and lay it all on her—from Tiffy screwing me out of all my money, to my deal with Micky and how I’m going to throw the fight in four days at the Garden. When I’m done, she just looks at me for a while, and something in her eyes seems to burrow right into my chest. I can tell right away what she’s thinking; she doesn’t approve.
“Jackson,” she says slowly, choosing her words carefully. “I—I don’t think you should do that.”
I don’t think so either. But I don’t say that. “I don’t have a choice. I’m broke. My fighting spirit is broken too.”
“Because of your ex?” she asks.
“Mostly.” I nod. It hurts to admit it, but a man should never shy away from the truth, no matter how painful it may be. Merrell sits up and puts her hand on my shoulder and looks at me with kind, loving, maternal eyes. She has me. That’s all there is to it, and as I stare back at her, I want to be a better man for her. I just don’t know if I can. The damage has been done; there’s no repairing it.
“I don’t think you should do it,” she tells me. “I think you should fight and you should win.”
“It’s not that simple, Merrell—”
“Can you beat this guy?” she asks. I’m astonished. Where did this faith in me come from so quickly?
“I can.”
“Then do it,” she says. This time, she takes my hand and holds it tight. “Do it and I’ll stand by you from now on.”
/> 7
Merrell
Four days later…
I’ve never been more nervous in my life as Jackson and I pull into the TD Garden. The place is packed. There are people everywhere, police and cameras. I had no idea this was such a big deal, but if Jackson wins this fight, he gets to go on to Vegas for an even bigger match. But according to him, he’s not going to win this fight.
“I can’t do it, baby,” he told me this morning when I came over to his house. I still haven’t quite managed to tell my parents that I’m ready to move in with a man ten years older than me, but they at least know that I’m starting to see him, even if I haven’t given them all the details on him.
“You can,” I told him. “And when you win, I won’t even ask for access to your bank account.”
It was just a little joke, but Jackson didn’t smile. His mind was on the fight—on what he had to do.
I don’t know how to explain it but being with him has awoken a side of me that I wasn’t prepared for. I care for him and want to protect him—not in the way that he protected me from those two men outside the theater, but by being there for him, supporting him, and helping him handle those pesky things that men don’t always handle well: emotions.
“I wish it was that simple, baby girl,” he told me before he left me alone so he could get ready. “But it’s not.”
My eyes are on him as he parks and takes a deep breath. I’ve never been to a fight with him before, but I know there was no way he was ever this nervous. He has to do something today that he knows he shouldn’t do, and it’s killing him. It’s also killing me.
For some reason, Jackson isn’t able to see the man he is capable of being. That wretched bitch of an ex he had was like a bucket of ice water on his flame, and he still hasn’t recovered. It’s killing me that I haven’t been able to reignite it.
He’s been telling me all week that he can use the money to get out of fighting and into something else. Of course he doesn’t know what that will be yet. I tried to tell him that quitting what he’s good at without a plan is a bad idea, but he didn’t listen. In fact, he hasn’t wanted to hear anything I’ve said all day.
