by Jessica Ashe
I staggered back, stretching my arms out behind me looking for the edge of the cage. When I found it, I pulled myself back against the cage and then did my ‘special move.’
If I still played video games, this would have been a down, forward, then X button move on the controller.
I waited for Milner to approach, and then jumped up. My feet pushed back against the cage as I propelled myself forwards. It looked spectacular and the sports networks would be showing replays for days. I landed a punch on his face, but that wasn’t the point.
My momentum sent us both to the ground, but I landed on top of him and now I had the upper hand.
My fists rained down on his face, until he managed to hook a leg around my neck and push me away. Now we were even.
* * *
“You really need to stop biting your tongue,” Alison said, as she checked me out during a break. “At least you’re wearing a gum guard properly now I suppose.”
She bent over me, cleaning the blood from around my mouth. I was drenched in sweat, while she looked as clean and pristine as ever. I smelt of sweat and blood, while she smelt of the green tea shampoo in the hotel, and a sweet perfume.
I shook my head aggressively to regain my focus. Now was not the time for those kind of thoughts.
“I’m not biting my tongue on purpose,” I replied. “I wasn’t expecting that first kick.”
“I noticed. You’ve got a few cuts to the face as well. Your eye’s going to swell up, but I can keep it under control for now with ice.”
With that, she thrust a freezing cold pack against my face and held it over my eye. “Hold it there,” she instructed. “I want to check your ribs. Let me know if you feel any pain.”
Alison poked and prodded at my side looking for bruised ribs, but I didn’t feel any pain. That might not mean a lot. The adrenaline coursing through my veins during fights tended to make me almost immune to discomfort. The pain would all hit the next day.
“I’m winning,” I said hopefully. Percy agreed, but then he always did. That was pretty much his job.
“You keep getting hit by his right foot,” Alison said, as she started cleaning a cut on the left side of my face.
“Yeah, no shit,” I replied.
“He has a tell,” Alison continued, “just like you do during poker. If anything, it’s even more obvious.”
“I can’t tell if his eyes are dilating during a fight.”
“You don’t have to. Just watch his feet. He likes to dance around on them before swinging, but you can tell when he’s about to kick by the way he plants his left foot. It turns to the side for support. You can’t miss it. You’ll have to be quick, but you should be able to dodge the kick, or at least do enough to get him off balance.”
If I spent the entire fight looking down at his feet, then he’d start hitting me with punches, but Alison did have a point. I wouldn’t be able to avoid all of them, but even just half would be an improvement. Plus, a missed kick would put him off balance, and that’s when I could rain down the punches.
“Thanks,” I replied. “You must really want to give me that sponge bath later.”
Percy frowned, clearly confused by the prospect of the team doctor giving a fighter a sponge bath after a fight. So was I to be honest, but I wasn’t about to complain. Maybe they’d learned it was an appropriate technique at whatever med school she went to.
First, I had a fight to win.
“Let’s do this,” I said, more to Alison than Percy. I stepped out into the cage ready to kick some arse, and earn my sponge bath.
Chapter Eighteen
Alison
“Can I come in?” I asked, after knocking on the door.
I had complete access to wander around backstage, but it still felt odd to burst into a guy’s locker room unannounced. Not that Elliot would mind. He’d practically encourage it.
“Yeah,” came the gruff reply.
I walked in and saw Elliot examining his tongue in the mirror.
“You’ll be fine,” I said. “The blood made it look worse than it really was.”
“My tongue’s very important to me,” Elliot said. “As I’m sure you can imagine.”
“I heard women screaming in disappointment when they saw it get injured,” I joked.
“I should have had it insured.”
“I’m more worried about those cuts around your eye.”
I’d wanted to look at him right after the fight, but a microphone had been shoved in front of his face, and I’d not been able to get anywhere near him.
“They’ll heal. Besides, women like it for some reason.”
“Not all women. Anyway, it looks like I owe you a sponge bath,” I admitted. “Although my advice did help you win, so….”
“No way, you’re not getting out of it that easily. I’ve been looking forward to this.”
I sighed. “Alright then, follow me. I’ve had one prepared in the medical suite.”
“They have a bath in there?”
“Oh yeah, us doctors like to get it on when no one’s looking. I tell you, when doctors gather in numbers, it’s like an orgy.”
“Given the state of Milner’s doctor, I’m going to assume that’s a joke. Just for my own sanity.”
I led Elliot back to the separate room I had reserved earlier specifically for treatment after the fight. It did have a bath, so I hadn’t lied. One of the hotel staff was just putting the finishing touches to it now.
“That doesn’t look like bubble bath she’s adding to the water,” Elliot said dryly.
“No. It’s ice. Thanks Evonne.”
The young girl disappeared and left us standing in front of a bath full of cold water and ice.
“What am I supposed to do with that?” Elliot asked.
“You’re supposed to get in it. It’s an ice bath. It’s good for the muscles. I’m surprised you haven’t had them before.”
“You promised a sponge bath.”
I held up my hand which contained a sponge. “I’ll sponge you down. Never let it be said that I don’t keep up my end of the deal.”
“The water’s ice-cold,” Elliot said, staring down at it, as if it were made of some substance he’d never seen before.
“That’s because it has ice in it,” I replied. “Just get in. You can’t tell me that an MMA fighter is scared of a little cold water.”
“I’m not scared,” Elliot insisted. “Growing up I had to have cold showers all the time. I’m more worried about the effect the cold water will have on my body.”
“It’ll help your muscles recover.”
“I’m thinking of one muscle in particular.”
“That’s not a muscle, it’s an organ. Now stop complaining.”
I was thinking about that organ too. I’d been thinking of it since I’d seen him in those shorts. They weren’t that tight, but you couldn’t miss that trouser snake in there. Even an ice bath would struggle to bring it down to average.
“Besides, you’re keeping your shorts on,” I said.
Elliot sighed with relief. “I never thought I’d be happy to hear you say that.”
He took a deep breath and slowly placed a toe into the bath.
“I recommend the Band-Aid treatment. Get it over with.”
“You’d better be damn good with that sponge,” he replied, as he dropped down into the bath so quickly that water spilled over the side and splashed my legs.
I jumped back in shock at the cold, and cursed under my breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Elliot said, through chattering teeth. “Is the water too cold for you?”
“Just a bit, but I’ll live.”
I dipped the sponge in the water, trying to avoid getting any on my hands, and pressed it against the cuts on Elliot’s face.
“This isn’t quite what I had in mind,” Elliot said. “Why don’t you join me? There’s room in here for two.”
“No, there isn’t. And don’t even think about pulling me in.”
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nbsp; “Wouldn’t dream of it. What did you think of the fight? That was your first one. Think you can handle more?”
I’d been a nervous wreck the entire time. I could deal with injuries that had already happened, but it was another thing entirely to sit back and wait for something to go wrong. Elliot had survived this fight with no major damage, but what about the next one? Or the one after that?
“I don’t know how you do it.” I admitted. “I know you explained how you got into fighting, but I still don’t understand why you put your body on the line like that.”
“Partly, it’s because I get sponge baths from beautiful nurses,” Elliot replied. His teeth still chattered slightly, but his body had adapted quickly to the cold.
“If you call me a nurse again, I’m going to go hunting for your penis, and you won’t like what I do with it.”
Elliot held his hands up in surrender, but splashed me with water in process. The cold chill did little to dampen the heat that had been building between my legs this entire time. It would take more than ice water to do that.
“That was an accident,” he pleaded.
I shook my head, but smiled, as I leaned in to gently clean his chest. We both knew I wasn’t doing any good—his body was as clean as it was going to get already—but we both stayed silent and savored the moment.
My hand went lower down his stomach until it reached the top of his shorts. I half expected him to push my hand further down, but it never happened.
“Can I get out now?” Elliot asked after… well, I had no idea how long had elapsed.
“Oh, uh, yeah, sure,” I replied, quickly backing away from the bath. I’d expected to be the one to call an end to it, but I guess he’d gotten bored.
I grabbed a towel and reached up to wrap it around his shoulders, and then put another one around his waist. He toweled himself dry and quickly warmed up.
“Thanks,” he said, softly. “You were right; that bath was a good idea. You get used to the temperature eventually.”
“So your little fella has popped back out of his shell?” I joked uneasily.
“He’s back to his best.”
“Good.”
“Good?”
“For you,” I said quickly. “Or whatever girl you hook up with.”
Elliot stared at me, the same way he had the other night. He reached out and pulled me towards him, but this time I had no intention of running.
Chapter Nineteen
Elliot
My cock became rock hard the second my lips touched hers.
I grabbed her thigh and pulled it up against my hip. When Alison spoke, she was the hard-edged doctor who didn’t take any shit. In my hands, she felt soft and delicate, like I might break her if I didn’t calm down.
“I need you, now,” I said, barely parting my lips from hers as I spoke.
Alison only nodded in reply, her breath catching in her throat. It wasn’t fear that had her speechless. Lust had overcome her, as it had me. We were both animals now. This was going to happen, and we had no control over it.
I grabbed her other leg and yanked it up so that she straddled me. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I carried her back to my locker room, Alison rocking her hips against mine the entire way. Neither of us cared if we were seen, and Percy had strict instructions not to let anyone come back to my locker room uninvited.
The second we had privacy, I dropped the towels barely covering my body, and grabbed a condom from my locker.
“They’re for you, and you only,” I said, as Alison noticed the stash of condoms unnervingly. They were always part of my kit for fights, but this time I only intended to share them with one woman.
Alison started slowly undoing the buttons on her blouse, as she looked into my eyes. Not many women focused on that part of my body when I was naked, but that might be for the best.
I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling it down and putting it by her side.
“You undressed me the other night. Now it’s my turn.”
Alison bit her lip, but she smiled and her face reached an ever deeper shade of red. As her face got redder, I knew her sex would be getting wetter. Soon I’d be able to taste that for myself.
I stepped closer and undid a button, peeking down her chest, and teasing myself with the hint of firm bosom that lay beneath. Not long now until I had them in my hands, tweaking the nipples between my fingers, and then my teeth.
“Hurry,” Alison murmured impatiently.
“Why?” I teased. “What is it you’re waiting for?”
“You know what I’m waiting for.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I can’t,” she replied, as I undid another button.
“Yes, you can. Drop the innocent doctor act.”
She sighed passionately, pressing her hips against mine again, rubbing the throbbing cock, she still hadn’t dared look at.
“I want you to fuck me,” she gasped. “I need to feel that body against mine.”
Screw this. I opened her blouse so quickly, I was fairly sure buttons actually flew off, although perhaps I was just imagining it.
I reached behind her back and pulled the zipper down on her skirt. My eyes were transfixed on her waist as the skirt dropped down and revealed thin lace panties that I could tell were wet between her thighs.
“You’re—” I looked back up and saw she’d removed her bra as she was stepping out of her skirt. “I told you to let me do that.”
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” she replied with a shrug and a smile.
“Neither can I,” I replied. My right hand reached out and took a firm hold of her small but firm breasts. She pressed her body against mine, and reached out a hand to take hold of the nine inches between my legs.
“Shit,” she murmured, pulling her lips away from mine. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?”
“Come all over it,” I replied.
“Will it hurt?”
“Maybe a little. At first. But a little pain…” I paused as I pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger, bringing out a sharp gasp, “...can make the pleasure all the more intense.”
I reluctantly tore my hand from her breast, as I grabbed a handful of towels and spread them out over the large bench in the middle of the room.
Alison sat on the edge of the bench, and then laid back, spreading her legs as she did so.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I said softly.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she replied.
Her arms instinctively kept trying to cover her breasts. She wasn’t used to being naked in front of a man. How this woman could ever be single I had no bloody idea.
“I’m going to need to take those panties off now,” I said, as I crawled between her legs.
“About time.”
My fingers slipped under the waistband and lifted her legs in the air, as I peeled off her knickers and threw them down to the floor.
I fought the strong urge to immediately kiss her between the legs, and instead leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips.
Her fingers wove into my hair as she held my head against hers, not wanting me to move away. My hands explored her body, moving up her thighs to her waist, then her chest. She whimpered once again as I squeezed a nipple hard, before lowering my hand back down to her wet sex.
My fingers slipped in without me even trying. Her wetness and eagerness practically pulling my inside.
I pulled my lips from her face and nuzzled her neck while she moaned and writhed her hips against my hand. My palm rubbed against her clit, as my fingers pressed against the rough skin on top of her tunnel.
When I pulled my fingers out, they glistened with her juices. I needed to taste her.
I moved down her body quickly. There was a time and a place for exploring every inch of her skin. This wasn’t it. Just the scent from my fingers had me eager to get a taste, and Alison’s shyness had been quickly overcome by my fingers giving her just a sample of what I co
uld do to her body given the chance.
My lips lightly grazed the insides of her thighs as I slowly worked my way up to the sweet, glistening center that lay between them. I liked to tease women, but not this time. One taste of her dripping sex was enough to send me into overdrive.
I greedily licked at her entrance, sliding my tongue inside to taste as much of her as I could handle. Alison wriggled under my grip as I started licking her clit, humming gently to send vibrations buzzing through every part of her sensitive skin.
Alison purred gently under my touch, but when I slipped two fingers back inside her, she moaned loudly and deeply, letting out a guttural noise from deep within her core.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, through heavy breaths. “Please, fuck me.”
“No,” I replied firmly, as my mouth reluctantly left her wet sex, a trail of her juices hanging from my lips to hers. “I want to feel you come on my lips. I want to taste it.”
Alison moaned some words, but I didn’t hear them. Besides, she was in no position to argue. She wouldn’t last much longer. The way she kept pressing her pussy against my lips told me all I needed to know about her self-control right now.
I kept my lips on her clit, applying gentle lashings of my tongue, until she screamed out loud enough that it would have been heard over the noise of the crowd during the fight. I lapped up the sweet, sensual juices as Alison shook aggressively on the bench.
She was still whimpering as I grabbed the condom and slipped it down over my long, thick shaft, that was already throbbing in anticipation.
Alison lay back, exhausted and covered in sweat, as she tried to recover from the explosion that still rocked her body. She was so gorgeous. I could have shot my load right there and then.
“Please fuck me,” she murmured again.
I’d denied her before; not this time.
My hand guided my cock to her entrance, still dripping with her orgasm. I stared into her eyes, as I slowly slipped myself inside her, feeling her opening stretch to fit my girth.
