by Maris Black
I waited patiently for his release, hypnotized by his voice, dreaming of belonging to him, loving every second of every slide of skin. My mouth learned the shape of his cock by heart— every swell, every vein, every ridge. I sucked it like it was my only source of sustenance.
“I’m not ready to come, but I can’t stop it,” he groaned. “Love you so much down there.”
His cock thickened noticeably in my mouth as he spoke, veins plumping, flesh growing impossibly turgid. His controlled movements never sped up, never changed, but he let out a long, agonized grunt as he erupted. I felt his load shooting down the underside of his cock, pulsing through the channel like a freshly unfurled firehose and filling my mouth with wicked hot spurts of cum.
I’d never felt anything so erotic, so carnal… I wanted it, loved it, needed it like I’d never known I needed anything in my life.
It seemed his orgasm would never stop, and still I took it and swallowed hungrily. I slurped it up and begged and whimpered for more as I felt my own cock spilling into my boxers, rhythmically echoing the warm jets of cum that Kage was shooting down my throat.
It was by far the sweetest release I’d ever known. Far better than any girl I’d ever been with, far better than any desperate, pent-up porn jerk I’d ever had. I suppose it was inevitable after so many days of watching Kage and thinking about him, needing to touch him, and of stuffing down the desire.
When Kage had finally stopped coming, and his aftershocks had all ceased, he looked down at me and shook his head as if to clear the lingering fog of lust. “Holy shit, that was amazing.” He reached down under my armpits, hoisting me easily off the floor, and I was just weak and shaky enough that I didn’t balk at being picked up like a child. He pushed me down onto the sofa and kissed my stretched and swollen lips. “Your turn,” he said.
My face went bright red, and I glanced down at my cum-soaked boxer briefs. “No need for that,” I admitted. “I’m good.”
“Oh, wow,” Kage said in a soft voice. “Baby, that’s hot. You just came like that?”
Now it was his turn to get on his knees, only I didn’t have to tell him to. He did it all on his own. He leaned in and pressed his open mouth to the fabric of my boxers, enclosing my waning erection within his warm mouth. What he was doing felt amazing, mouthing me through my wet shorts. Then he pulled them down and all the way off my legs, tossing them to the side like he had his own.
Ever so gently, he used his tongue and lips to clean me, mindful of the post-ejaculation sensitivity of the head of my dick. I shuddered at the sensation of his warm tongue dragging along my softening flesh, and of his lips nipping playfully at my inner thighs. The sheer intimacy of it all was staggering.
Once, he looked up and smiled at me as he worked. “So sweet,” he said quietly, sounding unlike himself, and my heart squeezed so hard in my chest I thought it would stop beating.
When it was all over, and we were both floating around the apartment on endorphins, Kage fixed us each a protein shake. Then he got dressed for a night run.
I had no clean underwear, so Kage tossed me a pair of his boxers. They were large, and I had to roll the waistband down once. He chuckled when he saw me doing it. “Do I need to run to the store and get you some underwear?”
“No, I’ll wear these.” In truth, he would’ve had to pry them from my cold, dead fingers. Wearing his underwear gave me a sense of being close to him, of belonging to him. In that moment, I think I understood exactly why my girlfriends had always wanted to wear my jerseys.
And why I hadn’t let them.
Kage shrugged noncommittally, but there was pride in his expression that he couldn’t disguise. He wanted it, too. Wanted to run alongside me through the streets and trails of Vegas, knowing that I was wearing his underwear, and that we’d just been in each other’s mouths.
After our run, we settled into bed together, both of us exhausted and ready to go to sleep. Kage rolled over and spooned me like he had at the infamous slumber party. Just like then, it felt so safe and comfortable in his arms, like I was meant to be there. That scared me more than I wanted to admit.
16
THE drive home the next day was laid back and relaxing. Kage wore his boots and a pair of loose, faded jeans that hung from his hipbones and showed his striped purple boxer shorts. He pulled on a simple plain V-neck tee and drew his hair into that cute topknot.
He caught me staring at him about ten times before we even made it to the car.
“What is it?” he asked finally.
“I don’t know. You look… good.”
“Better than usual?” He glanced down at his attire. “What do you like? I’ll wear it every day.”
I laughed. “Those jeans and boxers for one. But I think it’s just maybe, I don’t know.”
We were on our way to the front desk to check out, and he stopped at the elevators and pushed the button for the lobby. “Out with it, college boy. Use your words.”
“I guess I feel sort of like I can look at you now. Like I couldn’t really before, but now I can.”
“Oh, I get it.” He raised a brow and gave me one of his devilish grins. “You mean since you’ve had my cock in your mouth, now you can admit that you find me irresistibly attractive.”
“Something like that.”
The empty elevator arrived, and we stepped on. The doors slid closed behind us.
Kage immediately set our luggage down, crowded me, and backed me into a corner. He pulled his t-shirt up to reveal his abs and boxers. “You like that?”
I looked down and took in the sight of that body I was becoming addicted to. “Yes.”
He kissed me softly on the lips and put his hand on my dick, cupping my balls and rubbing me through my shorts. Through his boxers I was still wearing.
“You like this?” he asked between kisses.
I sighed and leaned into his touch. “Yes.”
He shoved his hand down under my sac and stretched his fingers back between my legs, pressing his fingertips up into the crack of my ass and putting the barest of pressure on my hole.
I gasped and went up on my toes.
“I’m going to fuck you. You know that, right?” He dropped his mouth to the side of my throat and pressed warm, soft kisses there. “I’m so hard right now just thinking about it.” He groaned and bit into me, not enough to break the skin, but enough to hurt in a good way.
Suddenly the elevator stopped, and a family filed on. A husband, wife, and teenage son and daughter. Perfect American family. My face went scarlet, and Kage stepped away from me and smiled.
I couldn’t help it. I let out what I think was the goofiest laugh to ever cross my lips. I could still feel Kage’s saliva on my throat, and the memory of his fingertip pressing against the entrance to my hole, and I just broke down. The mother and father tried not to look in our direction, but the son and daughter stared unapologetically. I think they all knew what was going on, and that made it even more hysterical to me.
To Kage’s credit, he held it together. He nodded politely at the family and stood there with his hands clasped in front of his boner. I, on the other hand, couldn’t cover mine now without drawing attention to it. I was already being watched like a hawk by the two teens. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I just turned and buried my face in the corner and shook with near-silent laughter.
I didn’t turn around until the elevator stopped, and the family had disembarked into the lobby. I heard the mother say, “Should we complain?” And the father mumbled something I couldn’t hear. The teens just giggled.
Kage held the door for me as I got myself under control and was finally able to step out.
“Remind me to never play poker with you,” he said. “You cannot keep a straight face.”
The same lady was working the desk when we checked out as when we arrived. She recognized us and gave Kage that same blinding smile. “Did you enjoy your stay?” she asked.
Apparently she thought my comment about cud
dling had been a joke, because it hadn’t discouraged her interest in Kage one bit. I felt like she needed reminding. But I had barely taken a hesitant step toward Kage when he reached over and hauled me to him, pulling me into a one-armed embrace and turning my body to face his.
“You have no idea how much,” he told her, settling his mouth on mine for a quick kiss. Not enough to get us kicked out of the hotel, but enough to let anyone who might have been looking know that we were together. “Thank you for choosing such a romantic room for us, ma’am.”
She smiled. “My pleasure. You two take care.”
“See?” Kage said when we were out of earshot. “A little friendliness goes a long way. Yesterday you came at her with that, We like to cuddle, bitch! That’s why she got an attitude.”
“No, I think the difference today was that you weren’t flirting with her.”
He smiled indulgently at me. “Okay, you win. No more flirting.”
I frowned. “I didn’t say you couldn’t flirt. I’m not your boss or anything.”
“Or jealous?”
“Fuck no, I’m not jealous. Even if I did have a right to be, which I don’t, I’m not really the jealous type.”
“So I can flirt with anybody, male or female, and you’d be fine with it?”
“Well, I don’t think you should be flirting with guys, for obvious reasons. You’re trying to get a UFC contract. The last thing you need is for anything to cause problems with that.”
“And you think it would definitely be a problem? You think people would care?”
I laughed harshly and stared at him. “Dude, people always care about shit like that. At the very least, it would overshadow your talent and reduce you to a novelty act.”
“And at worst?”
“You know the answer to that. No contract.”
“I think you’re being a little negative. But, you’re the expert.”
I didn’t mention the fact that I was far from an expert, because I didn’t think it took an expert to figure out that making out with guys in public was the last thing a UFC hopeful ought to be doing. I also didn’t think Kage was that naive, either. He knew I was right, but for some reason he was playing devil’s advocate. Sometimes it seemed like the more I got to know him, the less I actually knew him.
“Kage, you do understand that we can’t be open like that in front of people, right? I mean that was a one-time thing. Just because no one knows us here. We’ll have to be extra careful when you get more well-known. And around people we know.”
I saw his lips tighten, and I knew something about what I had said didn’t sit well with him. He did let me drive his Vette, but he slept almost the entire trip. Or at least he stuck his sunglasses on his face, crossed his arms, and lay still the whole time. I enjoyed the drive as much as I could while worrying that Kage was pissed at me.
Once we arrived back at the Alcazar, he seemed to have a fresh outlook. There were no remnants of the attitude he’d had when we got in the car, so I breathed easier.
“I’m starving,” he said as soon as I parked the car in his space in the parking garage.
“Yeah, I could definitely use something to eat,” I agreed.
We dropped our things off in our respective apartments, then Kage came and picked me up. We headed down to the Grotto together. The whole way there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we looked different now. That everyone could see what we’d done— what we were to each other.
Steve accosted us when we were walking through the empty lobby. As if pulling the words straight out of my head, he said, “Hey, you two look different!”
We both stopped mid-stride and made a detour to the front desk, where Steve stood alone. I gave him a nervous smile. “What do you mean, different?”
“You look nice and tan, like you’ve been to the beach. I need to lay out before I disappear with this white-ass skin of mine. Where have you guys been going, up on the roof?”
“Oh,” I said, hoping I didn’t sound as relieved as I felt. “Our tans.”
Kage smirked at me and took over. “We went out of town for a couple of days on business, and we took my car with the top down.”
“Lucky!” Steve said with a pout. “You still got that black Corvette?”
Kage nodded.
“He let me drive it,” I said, instantly realizing how bratty I sounded.
“No need to rub it in, Jamie.” Steve crossed his arms and fixed me with a mock glare. “We can’t all be as hot as you, coming in here with those big brown fuck-me eyes and wrapping the boss man around your little wee-wee.”
“That is ridiculous!” My mouth fell open. Kage just laughed, and I stared helplessly at him. I looked around behind us to make sure we were still alone. “Do you just let your employees say shit like that? What if someone heard him and believed that?”
Kage stopped laughing and smiled at me. “You want me to set him straight?”
I nodded emphatically. “Yes.”
Kage put on his serious face and took a deep breath. “Steve, just so you know, Jamie’s wee-wee is not little.”
“I knew it. I fucking knew it.” A huge grin overtook Steve’s face, and he covered his mouth with the fingers of one hand, his glitter nail polish sparkling under the fluorescents. Then he did a little hip shake behind the counter and pumped his hands in the air. “The minute Aldo brought this beautiful boy through the front door and said he was your intern, I said, Mmm hmm. I see where this is going. And then the way you’ve been acting? So obvious.”
I was still shocked and pissed about the whole direction of the conversation. We were supposed to be keeping a low profile, and here Kage was encouraging lewd comments from big-mouth Steve. Hell, he had basically just admitted that we’d been intimate.
“Remember what we talked about earlier, Kage?” I grated under my breath. “Career on the line.”
Kage reached out and touched my face, cupping my cheek in his palm and running the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “Chill, baby. Steve and I are friends. He won’t say anything, and there’s nobody else around.”
I glanced behind me again at the empty lobby, then into the darkened casino, where a couple of elderly ladies were playing slots with their backs to us.
Steve winked and pointed discreetly at a security camera. “Just don’t forget about those,” he warned in a sing-song voice.
Kage balked. “I don’t give a fuck. I can touch his face if I want. Fuck the cameras. Fuck my uncle, fuck the public...” His voice got louder and louder, until he was nearly yelling. “I’m a grown man.”
“Uh-oh,” Steve said. “I feel a Kage rage coming on. Jamie, you need to get your man in there and get him some food in his belly. Then take him upstairs and give him some good loving. We don’t need him going all ragey on us.”
“Shut up, Steve,” Kage said. “Come on, Jamie. Let’s get to the Grotto and see what Enzo’s got on special today.”
When Enzo heard we were in the restaurant, he bustled out, wiping his meaty fingers on his apron. “Kage, Jamie… So glad to see you today. I have something extra special. You like lobster?”
I nodded, licking my lips. “With butter sauce?”
“Of course with butter sauce. My special herb butter sauce will have you begging for more.”
“I think I already want more,” I told him. “Bring it on.”
Kage just sat back and watched me with one of his smug cat smiles. His eyelids were at half mast, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was imagining me naked. Enzo took one look at him and beamed, so I was pretty sure he saw it, too.
“Anything special today, Kage?” he asked. “How about some white wine, and a tiny little itty-bitty piece of cake for dessert?”
“Sounds good, Enzo,” he said.
I nearly dropped my teeth. Michael Kage was ordering cake?
After we’d done away with four glasses of good white wine and six mouthwatering lobster tails, Enzo ordered our table cleared and brought out a large piece
of cake and two forks, placing it in the middle for us to share.
“This is our White Wedding Cake,” Enzo said with a grin. “We don’t even put it on the menu. It’s for special guests only.”
Kage and I each picked up a fork and took a small bite of the dessert.
“This is delicious, Enzo,” Kage groaned. “If I’m going to blow my diet, this is definitely the way to do it.”
Enzo smiled and slipped his hands into his apron pockets. “I just like to see you happy, my dear. Things are going good for you, yes?” He turned to me. “You are helping him to get his contract?”
“I certainly hope so.” I smiled across the table at Kage, who dragged another bite of cake off of his fork with his teeth. “I think we’re making some real progress. He’s definitely more well-known than he was a month ago.”
“And well-liked,” Kage added. “Thanks to Jamie pimping me out like a porn star.”
My eyes widened in surprise, and Enzo started waving his hands in front of his face. “I’m out of here,” he said, smiling. “This conversation is getting too weird for me. Enjoy your cake, boys.”
“Hey, I’m just giving your fans what they want,” I told Kage after Enzo was gone. “More skin. You work hard for that body, so you might as well show it off.” I took a bite of cake and licked the icing from my lip. “Besides, it’s not like I have any fight footage to share. Hell, I’ve never even seen you fight. For all I know you never have.”
“Don’t even think about taunting me,” he said dangerously. “You have no idea how many people I’ve hurt. I sent a guy to the hospital the night you flew in. I broke his arm in an armbar. Stupid fucker wouldn’t tap out.”
“What? You’ve fought since I’ve been here?” I dropped my fork and scowled at him. “Why didn’t you invite me? I want to see you fight.”
“Are you sure about that?” He reached across the table and touched my hand where it lay on the table, teasing it open with his index finger. Suddenly he looked vulnerable, seemed to be searching for the right thing to say.
“What? Do you not want me to see you fight? That doesn’t make any sense. It’s not like I haven’t watched you train almost daily for the last month.”
