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Stopping briefly to pop open the button on his jeans, he pinched the hem of his shirt and lifted it slowly over his head. His pretty body was revealed much in the same way a magician uncovers his final act. It was a thing of beauty to watch—full of both anticipation and suspense.
He worked from side to side as I tugged his pants down. Troy’s eager cock struggled against the thin material that made up his underwear. I pushed my fingers through the opening in the front and took hold of him.
Once I worked him free, I squeezed tightly, trying to wrap as much of my hand around him as I could. He groaned, heavy and sweet, when I took him in my mouth.
“Yes,” he whispered, as if what was happening to him made every last concern in his life melt away. “Do it like that.”
My lips and tongue traveled the length of his shaft as I took him as deep as I could manage. He was long and strong, and I couldn’t make it all the way to his base.
“You’re so good at that.”
It popped out of my mouth on one of the more vigorous withdraws, so I took the opportunity to kiss gently at its head. This seemed to put him into overdrive, as he launched himself off the sofa and switched places with me.
My feet whipped through the air like feathers caught in the wind. I was planted firmly on my backside in the corner of the couch with my legs splayed wide. This was really happening.
Troy ripped my pants down and dove into me tongue first. He danced over my pulsing clit with the tip of it, using measured circles. I writhed beneath his powerful jaw as he moved his head around, licking the insides of my thighs ever so briefly, then returning his focus to my button.
At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside of me and worked them roughly in and out.
“I’m so horny,” he growled. “When I get inside of you, you’re gonna feel it.”
I had no doubt.
By the way he was so effortlessly throwing me around, I knew I was in for a wild ride. My pulse quickened and a bit of sweat formed on my brow as Troy darted his tongue into me. Right as I was about to come, he lifted me off the couch and held me high in the air.
My legs fell over his shoulders and kicked at his back. I had to duck my head so it wouldn’t hit the ceiling. The lapse in concentration threatened to make me lose my momentum, but he kept the pace well enough that I realized I was about to have any experience like no other.
“Oh, my God! What are you doing?” I giggled.
Troy never acknowledged my words as he continued to diligently work his tongue in and out of my hole.
“You’re crazy!”
He bent his knees and ducked down at the last second to keep me lower than the frame that separated us from his bedroom. I bent over him, and buried my face in his hair. The scent of the woodsy shampoo he used filled my nose and made my feet clench up.
He tossed me to the bed from at least six feet in the air. It was a huge mattress with a plush pillow top that bounced me almost as high as where he dropped me from. On the way down, he caught me in his arms and laid me before him.
“Open that pussy for me, baby.”
I fell back and spread myself with my fingers while he reached across my body and pulled a condom from his bedside drawer. He had that crazed look on his face again.
I watched, trying my best to keep my eyes from swimming in my head, as he unrolled the thin latex down the length of his member. He ran out of condom several inches short of where most guys did, but it would have to work.
Troy guided the head of his cock toward my opening. Everything in him flexed as it found its mark.
“Ohhhhh,” I cooed as he pushed in.
He started with smooth strokes, but couldn’t hold himself back for long. The headboard of his bed hammered the wall so hard that I hoped none of his neighbors were home.
“Troy! Not so loud.”
My words, I’m sure, went unrecognized as he flipped me to my belly and went harder. I braced myself against the wooden backing as he drove himself forward with a need I’d never felt before. We beat a drum solo on that wall as somebody in one of the other units yelled and banged an angry fist against the other side. Then… we kept going.
“Tell me you like it,” he snarled.
“I love it. I wanna ride you.”
“Be my bad girl.”
We rolled on the bed, finally offering some reprieve from the noise. With Troy on his back, I spun to face him without ever letting him leave me. I sat down hard while he threw his hips at me from the bottom.
Each clapping penetration made good vibes shoot through my fingers and toes. I sleeved him so tightly that every jerk and twitch of his cock had a consequence on me.
“I’m close.”
“Let’s come together.”
Somewhere in the frenzy, we’d inverted ourselves on the bed. Troy’s feet pressed into the pillowtop for leverage, but his head and upper body bobbed precariously over the edge.
“I wanna kiss you,” I pleaded.
His stomach rippled with effort as he lifted himself to meet my mouth. I kept bouncing on him, and he hit back with the same timing. The second our lips touched, I exploded. Everything contracted and released. The squeeze on his cock made him go, too.
I tried to scream, but he’d caught my tongue and was sucking it, along with any voice, right out of my mouth.
My butt tightened and pressured his thighs as any remaining space between us disappeared. My clit pressed into his warm body and the tiniest movements against it prolonged my ecstasy.
Troy held me so hard against him that I couldn’t get a full breath. The condom saved us from any further complications in our so far, interesting relationship, but I couldn’t help but feel a little bit robbed of something. I knew it was crazy, and I chalked it up to emotions, but in that moment, I badly wanted to know how I would feel if he let go of it all inside me. Sex can do crazy things to even the soberest of minds.
Troy didn’t say anything when he stood up to take a shower. I got a sweet peck on the cheek, and that was all I needed.
As I rotated on the bed and wrapped myself in the warm blanket, my eyes landed on his gym bag. Spilling out of it were various sports tapes, a towel, and two different types of gloves. It really put into perspective how crazy I was about him. And how crazy that thought I’d allowed myself was. He was a cage fighter with a life that couldn’t be any more different from my own. And here I was, kicking around ideas about what it would be like if that condom didn’t exist at the very moment.
The sound of an old handle turning was qui
ckly followed by the groan and rattle of the pipes in the wall. A moment later, I heard the showerhead cough its cold spray and then a steady stream cascade onto acrylic. Wow… not five minutes removed from having the best orgasm of my life, and I was already fantasizing about what the water hitting Troy Eason’s shoulders might look like.
I stretched out and rolled the other way. The bedding wrapped around me like a cocoon. As I let my eyes lazily float over the things in his room, something snatched my attention.
It was sitting on the far end of his dresser and was as black as oil. A determined beam of moonlight showed through the gap in his curtains and illuminated it. I sat up to get a better view.
Oh, no.
My heart rate doubled and my spirit sagged. Troy Eason had a gun.
Troy
The call came in at half past one. I was on my way out of the locker room after Jiu jitsu class when I felt the phone vibrate in my pocket. I didn’t recognize the number.
“Hello?”
“Is this Troy?”
“Yeah, who’s this?”
“Great! Troy, this is Dave Gold. I was calling because I have a fight for you.”
I couldn’t believe it. This was the call I’d been waiting for my whole life. It would be the first time fighting as a professional—a first time earning a paycheck.
“Troy, are you there, Son?”
“Yeah, sorry Mr. Gold. It just came sooner than I expected.”
“Oh. I thought you said you were ready to go…”
“Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “I’m more than ready. You caught me off guard is all. Who is it?”
“Ah, excellent. You’re going to fight a kid named Brandon Webster out of Michigan. Heard of him?”
“Yes Sir, I have. I’ll be ready.”
Everybody had heard of Webster. He was champion level kickboxer before getting into MMA. He’d only had a few fights in the M.W.F.C. but he’d dominated all his opponents to date.
“Even better news,” he continued, “is that you’ll be fighting here at home so you’ll be on the big stage for your crowd at your first event.”
