by Raeden West
“You really don’t know that much about him, Owen. He’s a bit arrogant and thinks that he’s God’s gift to the MMA and to women alike. I’ve never seen anybody act so pigheaded and sexist in my life. I’m starting to regret going into business with him.” He had just signed on the dotted line and had actually brought a lawyer to go over the fine print.
“That’s not how they paint him in the media,” Owen argued. “He’s very generous with his time and he’s making a run for a certain wrestler’s record when it comes to the Make-A-Wish foundation. He has no problem taking photos with his fans. Sure there are rumors that he can be a bit of a womanizer, but that comes with the territory of fame and fortune.”
Owen really couldn’t hold a candle to any one of these guys in here. He was slight of stature and had no interest in bulking his frame. He was comfortable in his own skin and being professional in the IT department had made him a growing concern in many companies that were seeking out his expertise.
“That doesn’t matter,” I told him. “The only thing that does matter is that having him on board will give this place the notoriety that I want for it. The fight promoters coming to meet me in a couple of days will find out about this latest turn of events and then they’ll be clamoring to televise from here.”
It was time to get this party started. I was nervous and shaking like a leaf, but I was also anxious and ready to learn from someone that knew exactly what he was doing. I kept telling myself that as I geared up to head to the ring.
I could see the smirks on the guys’ faces as they crowded around the octagon. That was my first new renovation. It cost a pretty penny to have it installed, but it was going to pay off in big dividends. I had on a black pair of sweat pants with a string tie and a black sports bra with the NIKE logo. I was kind of hoping that down the road they would become one of the sponsors for this place.
“I’m afraid that I have to cut this short fellas. It appears that my pupil is ready to get started.” Owen crowed and postured and slapped his hands together. “Do stick around and see me make her cry like a little girl.”
Each word that came out of his mouth only made me reach down deep and grab onto something that I didn’t even know I had. There was a fire in me that would not be extinguished. By anyone.
We stepped into the octagon. Brandon was wearing blue trunks with his name stenciled across them. He had tape across his knuckles. He got into a stance and I mimicked him to the letter, watching and learning, as he moved around the ring with grace and style. The first strike hit the side of my head and staggered me up against the chain link fence. He followed it up with a straight kick to my stomach that literally lifted me off my feet and onto my hands and knees.
“Sky, this is not a sport for crybabies. Get up and stop moaning and do something about it.”
I gritted my teeth and attacked him. My upper body slammed into his lower half, but then I felt two hands coming back down on my back. I felt the impact, but I would not let go and then I turned slightly and caught him off guard with a move that I had watched on the internet last night. It took him off his feet and made him land heavily on his side.
I rolled over and moved back to a standing position. He was holding his side and now pointing at me like I was a student inside the principal’s office after being called there for bad behavior. “Okay. That was pretty good. I guess an old dog can learn new tricks. That’s the only one you get, though.”
Honestly, I didn’t care. I’d seen the look of surprise in his eyes. That was the reward I’d been seeking.
As we squared off again, I made sure to keep my body turned to the side, so that he didn’t have very much to strike at. I may not have been in the ring before, but I had trained my mind by watching video after video of the best fighters. I was most impressed with the Iceman, not to mention Rhonda and a few other ones including Brock Lesnar. He had taken his talents in the wrestling ring to the MMA world and shocked most people by how easily he had adapted.
Brandon wasn’t wrong. That one takedown was the one and only time that I got him on his back the entire day. With each move that he showed me, I became more competent, but I still had a lot to learn. I actually found having his hands wrapped around me to be exciting. My adrenaline was rushing through my veins and the feel of his fingers touching my naked skin, my hands, my more private parts through my clothes…it was causing all sorts of endorphins to come into play.
He had struck me a few times and I knew from the way that my eye was aching that I was going to have a shiner. My ribs were hurting, but I still remained on my feet and any time that I got knocked down, I got right back up. I think that he was slightly impressed and I knew that the boys were all watching and waiting for me to give in. I didn’t, and I earned their respect for it. All in all, it was a nice step in the right direction. I could honestly say that I probably wouldn’t be here without Brandon.
“I don’t normally see raw talent like yours, Sky. I thought that you were all bravado, but apparently you have a fighting spirit. It’s a good thing, because you’re going to need it. This was just the first day and you’re already in for a world of hurt. Get some ice on those bruises and be ready to go again tomorrow at the same time. I was going to invite you to have drinks with me, but I think that you need your rest.”
I wasn’t sure if he was being condescending, but it did make me want to see if I could drink him under the table. My father owned a bar and I had learned from an early age that I could hold my liquor better than most girls. So…
“Not so fast, Mister Summer. If you think for a moment I’m going to crawl into a hole and lick my wounds, then you have another thing coming. Let’s just see who can outdo who. I think that you’ll be surprised by the results.”
I’d thrown the gauntlet. Now he picked it up. “Fine. What’s your poison? Whatever it is, we’ll both drink shot after shot, until one of us isn’t standing anymore.”
After separate showers, I got dressed, wincing at the black eye. I grabbed my knee-length leather coat from the hanger by the door and put it on. He held the door for me, and I wondered at that.
Then I pointed to a pub across the way that was well known to me. If he saw that I was expected and people knew me, maybe he would get the idea that he had bitten off more than he could chew.
“By all means, lead the way.” He was wearing this very expensive leather jacket that probably cost more than a month’s rent at my current apartment. There was no denying that it looked good on him, but I wasn’t going to get caught in the trap of seduction.
But that fire from before was still burning deep within me and it was going to need some kind of release.
Chapter four
Amazingly, Brandon was able to hold his liquor a lot better than most guys that had stepped up to take on my drinking challenge. I heard my name shouted by several of the local patrons as soon as I came in. It spurred me on in my determination to drink Brandon under the table.
“You’re not only sexy, but you have a ballsy attitude that is very attractive.” Brandon took a barstool next to me. “Most girls that I’m with are always these dainty little flowers that would break if I put any pressure on them. You’re different, Sky. There’s something uniquely intoxicating about you.”
He casually put his hand on my arm and it sent these waves of delicious pleasure through me. Despite my earlier conviction to not get involved with him I found I wanted more of that. We’d already had six rounds each, and I knew that it was the liquor talking, but I couldn’t have cared less. I may have been under the influence but I knew exactly what I was doing.
“You better be ready to use that hand,” I told him, “if you expect to get that close to me.”
The apartment that I rented was upstairs. They had allowed me to stay there, rent controlled, and I couldn’t ask for anything better. I noticed that Brandon had undone the first couple of buttons on his shirt, most likely due to the light sheen of perspiration.
He smiled at me. “Before
I lose my nerve, I would like to see you naked. I don’t normally mix business with pleasure, but for you I will make an exception, Sky. You have the kind of body that I can wrap around my waist and ride like a well-oiled machine. Now that’s something I’m looking forward to. It doesn’t look like either one of us are going to win this little drinking competition. How about we call it a draw and see if we can stand long enough to walk up to your apartment.”
This sounded like a pretty good idea to me and I found myself waving to the bartender, who nonchalantly waved back to me, motioning that my money was no good here.
I stumbled and staggered, bouncing against a couple of tables, knowing that he was behind me by the creaking of the floorboards and the feel of this hot breath on the back of my neck. “I hope that you can keep up with me, little boy. I can tell you that you may be the master in the ring, but I can hold my own in the bedroom. If you’re not ready for me then I’ll understand if you need to chicken out.”
He had his hands on my hips, as we pulled our way up the stairs, until I finally slipped my key into the lock. It took a moment to turn it, but then we fell into the opening with him behind me and the feel of his swelled groin pushing up against my backside.
“You’re a woman after my own heart,” he said with a drunken slur and the smell of liquor on his lips. “You’re not some broken doll or little stick of a woman that will break under a man of my considerable talents. I thought for sure that you would crawl away after the first day. Proved me wrong, didn’t you? What’re you gonna prove to me now?”
He had his hands on my ass, squeezing those tight globes and then reaching around to undo the button and pull down the zipper at the same time. Once he had that accomplished, he snuck his hands into my panties and began to move his finger up and down my wet slit to stimulate things even further.
I didn’t want him to have all the fun, so I turned abruptly in his arms, pushed him back against the door, and slithered down onto my knees to see what I was working with. I easily undid his zipper, unsnapped his pants and then pulled them down along with his underwear to his knees. They fell to his ankles. His cock came out so fierce and strong right in front of my face and I grabbed it and squeezed it and made him know it was mine from that moment on.
I looked at it from all angles, and then by squeezing at the base and up to the top that I could bring about a dollop of his cream.
I licked it off the top and I felt him shudder underneath my warm tongue. “Oh damn, Sky. That is…that’s so good. You’re not like any other woman. I think that’s the reason why I find you so interesting to be around. I can’t get away with anything… Oh yeah… I think that I finally met my match. Uh…uh…”
I’d taken his knob in my mouth, spit shining it with my tongue and swirling around his rim. I made sure to use his own lubrication to spread down the shaft, while licking him like an ice cream cone and bringing him quickly to the edge, and then backing off.
“I think you’ll find I’m full of surprises, Brandon. I left that statement hanging in the air, opened my mouth and inhaled him, until I had my tongue against his root. His balls were now up against my chin and his cock was firmly embedded within the tight confines of my throat. I suckled around him and I could feel him trying to keep from going off in my right now.
“I didn’t expect you…to do…this.” He was holding onto my hair, but he wasn’t forcing the issue and allowing me to play him like a woman that knew exactly what she was doing. Which I did. “Most girls…only do that because…they think that they have to. You do it…because you like it. I like it too…”
I didn’t want him to hold back. He was going to give me the first one, whether he liked it or not.
I did my best work on my knees and I had no problem showing him the experience that I had from many boyfriends. I’d learned something new from each one and I was using every trick that I had at my disposal to drain his nuts dry. What he liked the most was when I flicked against his head with my tongue and worked my lips like this, and he came rushing to the end with groans and growls and sounds that had no names.
“Sky, you are very much a cock tease…do that. I like that. Don’t stop. Don’t show me mercy. Torture me. Torture me hard!”
His fingers were entwined in my hair a little tighter and his hips were mimicking my motion. I held still, with my mouth smothering his knob, while working him harder with my hand, until I saw his head throw back and I knew that it was coming. He screamed and I had to wonder what the boys downstairs would think of that. They would probably see me as a carnivore and not the victim. They would know that this guy had gotten in over his head.
“Oh, yeah. I can’t believe that you just did that.” His eyes showed fire and then he lifted me by the shoulders, until he was able to turn me around and bend me over the back of the couch. I thought that he was just going to fuck me, limp and used penis or not, but he surprised me with the insertion of his tongue into my pussy and then into my ass. He had no problem going back and forth from each one and I didn’t even have to touch myself. “You have a talented tongue, Mister Summer. You’re stirring things to the surface. You…you are…oh…oh.”
He had me at a loss for words, completely worked up and all I could do was stand there and dig my fingers into my black leather couch. It had been a gift from Owen, who had more money than brains. At least, until he had to fork out a lot of that to his brother the deadbeat.
“I’ll bet you do this to all your women,” I said to him. It was getting harder and harder to stand there and just take this. He was so talented. He was tongue fucking my hole with an enthusiasm that went beyond just your normal run of the mill one night stand. Through my fuzzy head the thought came to me that he was giving me back what I’d given him. Respectful, strong, gorgeous Brandon.
I tittered and it turned into a moan as I pushed down on his mouth and spread my legs wider.
It wasn’t something that I normally do on any given day. There were times that I had to take matters into my own hands, but there were also times that a real flesh and blood man could only do what they could do. Men had their place. Behind my ass.
I hadn’t had that desire stoked in at least three months. I don’t know why, except to say that I was concentrating on my job and then on this new enterprise. I could’ve gone to any bar, asked any of the guys downstairs to come up with me, but I don’t think that I would’ve gotten the same kind of service that was now being inflicted on me.
I turned my body around on the couch and then lifted my legs, until they were over his shoulders. I scissored my ankles behind his head and then lifted my body up against him, so that he had no choice, but to suffocate on my sex. Oh that’s it…make me cum you fucking bastard.
The liquor obviously had something do with my inhibitions being stripped away. The rest of it was just because I wanted it.
“MMMMMMMMMM.” He was trying hard to pull away from me, but I was having none of it. His moans made these vibrations hum through my clit. I felt that moment of truth and there was no way that I was going to deny myself that kind of pleasure, even if it was with this arrogant little prick.
“I’m cumming…” I screamed. “I’m fucking CUMMMMMMINGGGGG!”
My legs were shaking and my arms were shaking. It was a wonder that I was able to even stay in the position that I was in. I wanted to explode, to stretch out all over him and just dissolve away on the waves of intense pleasure.
He lowered my legs and now they were wrapped around his waist. He put his hands on my bare ass and then he showed me how hard he’d gotten again. He pushed into me, up into my slick moisture and rammed me so hard that it hurt, in all the right ways.
I pulled him into the abyss of my pleasure, holding him hard and feeling all those inches fill me up in just the right way.
“Brandon,” I breathed. “I think this was going to happen from the moment that we started. Getting sweaty and hot together was a very bad mistake. I have feelings for you that I didn’t want. I can’t keep
away from you. I don’t want to.”
He was pushing up against me and I could feel that invading presence moving in me, against me, through me.
“Sky,” he told me. “I feel the same. I don’t know what I think anymore. Damn, you make it hard to complete my thought.”
“Stop talking,” I told him. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
I was choking on my words, begging him in my mind to show me no mercy, like he’d told me. It felt absolutely sublime to realize that I had him where I wanted him and not the other way around.
That fire between us was out of control and there was only one way that we were going to satisfy that burning desire. We moved together, pushing ourselves beyond all reason and letting our bodies take us on the wave of pleasure that we were creating.
“I’m going to…I’m going to…again!” I screamed. Let the boys downstairs hear that.
I could tell that he wasn’t too far off. Me going off on him again would be all it took. I wasn’t disappointed, as he drove his equipment with this intense need to finish this once and for all.
We went off on each other, and the world stopped around us.
In the afterglow, sweating and lying with each other on my couch, breathing in the scent of each other, I knew. This wasn’t just a one-time, blow off steam thing. This was something more.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him or prevent myself from reaching down to feel what he had given me. My lips were swollen and puffy pink and I could tell from how deeply he had shot that there was no way that it was going to come back out. That’s girl-speak for being pretty sure I just got knocked-up.
This did terrify me and the idea of getting pregnant was not something that was supposed to be in my cards. I had a destiny to become a fighting force. I think that I was well on my way to doing that and this first fight was going to tell the tale. It would also say that I was here to stay, or I would lose and become a laughingstock in this industry.
