Melanie helped me into the tight, pink dress that she'd picked out for me. I wasn't used to dressing like this. Usually, my hair was in a bun, I wore my glasses and I covered up tightly, but not tonight. My best friend was trying her hardest to yank me out of my shell. I brushed my brown locks until they were straight before she grinned at me.
“You look hot.”
“I feel weird.”
She laughed. “That's just because you don't look like a grandma for once.”
I swatted at her, but she was too fast and dodged me. I put my makeup on before she was impatiently tapping her foot telling me to come on. I snagged my purse and followed behind her, still nervous about what this evening would turn out to be.
We arrived at the location for the match a little early. Melanie grabbed us both a beer and we took our seats. We were right up close to the ring. I drank my beer without complaint, waiting for the rounds to start. At least I was getting out of the house again, that was something.
The match started and I directed my brown eyes up to the stage. As we watched, I got more and more into it. The way the men moved, the way their muscles rolled over their backs. I found myself wanting to do more than just look at them. I watched the male before me go down before the counting came and then the bell.
As the next match was announced I froze. The guy in the ring was drop dead gorgeous. He was blond with green eyes and a cute little smirk. His body was all hard muscle and he was slightly tanned. I bit my lip and pressed me legs together, who was he?
“And in this corner, the East Side Slammer, Mickey Delaney!”
Mickey. The crowd went crazy, clapping and cheering as he stood there and waved before rolling his neck and shoulders. Melanie glanced at me and I looked back at her. I already knew that she knew exactly what I was thinking. I couldn't help it. Mickey was gorgeous.
“Talk to him after the fight,” she whispered.
“No way, I'm not doing that.”
“If you don't, I will.”
“You have a boyfriend.”
“My boyfriend doesn't look like that.”
I waved her off, slapping her arm before I shook my head. She chuckled, but then my attention was quickly pulled back in the direction of the ring. The bell had sounded and the men were circling each other like animals before Mickey threw the first punch. It landed on Nick's jaw hard and I watched the man stumble back a bit before he was going back, charging right at Mickey as the other stood there composed.
There was something so animalistic about two men in the ring. I had always tried to avoid more violent endeavors as my mother had drilled into me, but I couldn’t deny the attraction. The way they moved around each other, the way their punches connected with the other's body. It was all so primal and I found myself pressing my legs together harder and harder.
The match was getting down to the end and it was clear that Nick was tired. He was wavering on his feet, blood on his face as he picked up his fist and tried to keep fighting. Mickey however, seemed as if he was done with the fight, because he came out with a flurry of punches, each one coming from a different place than the last. Nick was overwhelmed and after a few moments, he fell to the floor. The count seemed to go in slow motion, everyone on the very edge of their seats before it happened.
The bell was rung and the fight was over. I clapped just as hard and enthusiastically as I jumped from my seat. As Mickey looked over the crowd, I could swear that his eyes landed on me for a moment and I smiled. I could almost feel his eyes roaming my body and I couldn't help but to blush slightly. He even grinned at me and I fanned myself a bit. Yeah, Mickey was hot as hell.
When he was ushered out of the ring so that someone else could take his place, I turned to Melanie. She seemed to be fully engrossed in the matches, so I figured I could go outside for a smoke at least. I tapped her shoulder before I learned over so that I could be heard over the loudness of the crowd.
“I'm going out to grab a smoke. I'll be right back.”
“Okay, be careful.”
I nodded before I stood up and made my way outside. It was nice and warm, perfect really and I was one of the few out front smoking. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out my smokes and slipped one between my teeth. I dug around, looking for my ever elusive matches or lighter before I sighed in exasperation. Smoking was my one bad habit. In everything else, I was always called the goody two shoes. It shocked people when they found out about this part of me, but people were just as shocked whenever they found out that I was a virgin.
“Here you go.”
I had been so trapped in my own thoughts, I hadn't even heard footsteps approaching me. I glanced up and standing in front of me was the tall and formidable, Mickey. He was even hotter up close. He'd dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and that shirt was hugging his muscles for dear life. He grinned at me as he opened his silver lighter and lit my cigarette for me. I inhaled before he closed it and slipped it back into his pocket, already smoking one himself.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
“No problem.”
“You know, I really enjoyed watching you fight.”
“You did?” He grinned harder. “Thanks, not a ton of women care for boxing.”
I laughed. “I try to say I don't either, but I've always been attracted to a bit of danger.”
He looked me up and down. “What's your name?”
“Catherine.”
“It's nice to meet you, Catherine.”
Mickey tossed his cigarette onto the ground and snubbed it out with the heel of his sneakers. I watched as he shoved his fingers through his blond hair. Those eyes pierced me as he looked at me once more.
“What do you say we get out of here?”
I blinked at him. “I-I can't my friend is still here.”
“Don't worry, I'll get you back before the matches are finished.”
I hesitated for a moment, but then I found myself slowly nodding. “Okay.”
My brain was screaming at me. Why was I walking off with a complete stranger? He was so alluring though and I just wanted to be around him more. I followed him down the street, the sound of my shoes echoing as I kept up with him.
Chapter Two
We ended up at a hotel not far from the building that we'd left. It was upscale, I could see that as the man at the door held it open for us. Mickey strolled through, looking like he owned the place even while he was dressed so casually. I had to admit that was hot. He just seemed to naturally have control of the room. A few people tried to talk to him, but he was swift in getting to the elevator, politely brushing them off until we were inside.
“Lot of fans,” I said feeling self-conscious.
“Part of the job, but I like being by myself more.”
I watched the numbers climb on the elevator as he went up and up and up. We didn't stop until we'd arrived on the top floor of the hotel. As we stepped out, the elevator closed and I moved into the most beautiful place I'd ever been. Mickey closed the door once we were inside before he gestured to the couch.
“Why don't you get comfortable? Want a drink?”
God did I ever. “Yes, vodka if you have it.”
“I'm Irish baby, I've got it all.”
I laughed as he disappeared into the kitchen. My eyes darted around the room and I wondered if I was really sitting here, flirting with a famous boxer as he made us drinks. It was too real to be true and I really needed that drink to steady my already jumping nerves. When he walked in, I looked up this time and took the glass from him. I thanked Mickey, before I began sipping on it slowly. He'd mixed the vodka with something else so that it was sweeter and the burn wasn't so prevalent.
“Is it good?”
I nodded. “Really good. You're just good with your hands, I see.”
Mickey chuckled. “You have no idea.”
I blushed deeply, feeling the warmth travel through my body as I could do nothing but squirm a bit. I brought the glass to my lips and took another sip bef
ore I had calmed down enough. Mickey eyes were all over me and I remembered that I was in a tiny dress for once, showing off every inch of my body to this stranger. And for some reason, I liked the attention that I was getting. It made me feel amazing.
We started to talk about his boxing and about life, both of us drinking a bit more. It wasn't long before I was feeling the effects of the alcohol and by Mickey's cheeks, I could tell that he was too. Slowly, I stood up and adjusted the dress that I was wearing.
“Can I use your restroom?”
“Yeah, right back here. Come on.”
Mickey showed me where it was, before he left me. I closed the door before I looked at myself in the mirror. Actually, I didn't look too bad. I turned on the water and splashed my face lightly before I fixed my hair by running my fingers through it. I took my time and reapplied a bit of makeup before I turned out the light and walked back down the hall.
When I walked in, Mickey had his shirt off. I sat down harder than I meant to and apparently I couldn't stop staring. Mickey laughed before he stood up from his chair and walked over to me. I swallowed thickly and pushed back against the couch. I wasn't used to this, seeing someone this sexy up close and personal.
“What's wrong?” He teased.
“N-nothing is wrong.” I lied, everything was wrong. My legs kept wanting to spread on their own.
Mickey leaned down and caressed my cheek. I gazed up at him and I swear my heart was pounding at a thousand miles an hour. He leaned down and pushed his mouth to mine before I melted. Sighing, I kissed him back just as deeply. I had only kissed a few times before and I hoped that I was doing it right, but it felt so good.
I blushed when he pulled away and looked down at me. Obviously, he had been satisfied with the kiss because when I looked down, I could see the imprint of his cock through his sweatpants. I shivered. It was big.
“Let's go to my bedroom.”
He tried to help me up, but I pulled back. I didn't want to go that far, what if I was no good? I'd never done anything remotely close to what he wanted me to do. What if I was horrible and awkward?
“What's wrong?”
I shook my head. “You'll laugh at me.”
“I won't. Tell me.”
I bit my lip. “I'm a...virgin.”
Mickey glanced at me before he shrugged. “Then we'll go slow.”
My eyes widened. “Really? You don't want someone more experienced?”
He took my hand and I let him help me up. “Nope, I want you.”
Chapter Three
I followed him into his bedroom. It was just as nice in there with its warm tones and thick blankets. He laid me on the bed before he pushed my dress up. Going between my legs, he gripped the hem of my panties and slowly began to slide them down. He watched the pink lacy panties closely as he pulled them down my ankles and he tossed them to the side.
Now, he was looking at just me and I shivered. I was recently shaved and smooth at least. He pushed my dress up higher, really eyeing my sex as he groaned. His finger slipped along my folds, picking up the wetness that had collected there quickly. Mickey licked his finger and I just about came right then and there.
“Mmm, sweet.”
I blushed. “Stop it.”
Mickey grinned at me before he went back to sliding that finger back and forth on my pussy. He bypassed my clit every single time, making my back arch in frustration. He sat beside me, pushing the top of my dress down to expose my perky breasts. Leaning down, he captured a nipple into his mouth before he began nudging and rubbing my clit.
It was the most intense feeling. No one had ever licked my nipples. And the way that he was playing with my clit, only I had ever done anything like that to myself. My breath caught in my chest as he sucked on my pink nipple, his tongue flicking over it as he massaged my clit. I was already panting, my pussy soaked as he played with every inch of my body. Just when I thought that I couldn't take anymore, he stopped all of it making me whimper.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a moan still on my lips.
Mickey moved down my body, leaving behind a trail of fevered kisses. When he was between my thighs, he pushed them open wider and smiled up at me. I bit my lip as he dove between my legs, his tongue licking and exploring my folds with precision. I rolled my hips, trying to get out every ounce of pleasure that I could. It felt so good, I no longer cared about my virgin status. I just wanted to have fun.
I felt Mickey's tongue run over my clit and I shivered hard. He was teasing me, coaxing out my pleasure, but drawing it out on his own time as well. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I let out a little gasp. As he did, I felt a finger slip inside of me as he started exploring my insides. I gripped the blanket as the slow, twisting of his finger became harder and faster.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned out, unable to stop myself.
“It'll get better,” he said before I felt him slipping another digit inside.
I groaned as he began fingering me with bot of his finger, his tongue darting over my clit and pushing inside of my body. He circled my clit and I could hear and feel his heavy breathing. It made me reach up and fondle my nipples as I could tell how turned on he was just from playing with my body. When he looked up, our eyes met and I knew that he was turned on by what he saw. Mickey kept licking before I couldn't take it anymore. I raised my hips and came hard on his fingers before he slowly pulled them out.
I was still trying to recover as I watched him move off of the bed. He pushed his sweatpants down and I gawked at the sight of his cock. It was so thick and I wondered how I was ever going to fit that inside of me. Sitting up on my elbows, I could do nothing but admire him as he walked over to me, stroking himself as he went. I gazed up at him with wide eyes before he pointed to the floor.
“My turn. On your knees.”
That direct order made me shiver. I pushed myself up all of the way before I slipped from the bed. Moving to my knees, I was forced to be face to face with his cock. I moaned as I gingerly reached up to squeeze and stroke it. I'd only ever watched this stuff in porn. Nervous, I leaned forward and licked him slowly. A moan echoed out of my throat as I dragged my tongue up and down his length. I bathed all sides of him, making him nice and wet before I wrapped my lips around the head.
Mickey stared down at me the whole time. He collected up my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail before he watched me slip more of him into my mouth. I opened my mouth wider, allowing him to slip back further and further. My body was tingling as I looked up to see his face. He inhaled sharply, eyes half closed as I started bobbing my head up and down his length. Damn, he tastes so good.
I was slowly starting to want more and more of him. That shy, innocent side of myself was falling away and it was replaced by my deepest desire to feel everything that Mickey could give me. I felt his hand on my head as he stopped me from sucking him. He helped me up and moved me to the bed as he opened a drawer and produced a condom. I watched him put it on before he turned me onto my belly.
“Keep your legs spread.”
I nodded and did just that. His hand moved over my back, ass and thighs slowly. I felt him pull my cheeks apart, felt his finger rub the wetness of my slit. He pushed me open more and gave my clit a squeeze. Already, I was moaning and desperately wanting more. Mickey seemed to know that.
He pushed the head of his cock against my entrance before I forced myself to relax. Slowly, I felt him push it inside. His width stretched me bit by bit and I let out a little cry as I buried my face into the pillow. He kept his word and went slow. I could feel him holding back, hear the shuddering intake of breath that meant he was trying so hard to calm himself down and hold back.
“Faster,” I groaned out. I wanted to get to the good part already.
“If that's what you want.”
I nodded hard and I quickly felt him move faster. I groaned and bit the pillow as pain blossomed. After a moment however, it was overtaken by the most intense pleasure that I'd ever felt.
It radiated through my body, making my pussy clench down around him tightly. I didn't realize it, but I was throwing my hips back, meeting his thrusts as the innocence was gone and left something primal in its wake. I moaned loudly, yelping and melting as he pulled my hair.
Mickey was showing no restraint now. I could feel his hard cock shoving deeper and deeper inside of me. He was hitting my spot over and over again until my legs were shaking and I couldn't think straight. My eyes rolled up as he pounded into me, his breathing heavy as he enjoyed my slender body to the fullest.
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