Rolling With the Punches (7 page)

For a good few seconds, I kept my eyes screwed tightly shut as a pair of broad, powerful, very sexy lips merged with mine. I felt a hot tongue come pressing into my mouth, seeking new territory to explore, and I willingly granted it free reign and access. In exchange, I decided to make my own foray into the other mouth, and was very pleased with what my expedition discovered there.

Finally, however, as my need for fresh air grew more intense than my libido's cries to never let this kiss end, I broke away. Finally, I let my eyes open once again.

The first thing that I confirmed was that Cecil Rhodes was the man currently holding my burning body pressed against his. This was very quickly revealed to be correct. The man was staring back at me with a naked hunger evident in his eyes. I could feel an echo of that inside me, an ancient and wordless cry urging me to rip the clothes from this victorious fighter's battered body and let him pin me down and dominate me.

But not quite yet, I told myself. Just hold on one second longer, dammit!

I looked around, and saw that Rhodes had carried me back to his dressing room, the same room where I had stumbled upon him accidentally a couple hours previously (wow, had it really only been such a short time? I was turning into quite a bit of a whore, wasn't I? My desire shushed me, assuring me that it was super rare for a man this hot to fall into my lap, and besides, after my breakup, I really needed this, so just let it happen).

Finally, I noted that there weren't any other people, such as that little bossy manager man, in the room with us, and that the door was shut.

Perfect.

This time, I think Rhodes was the one caught off guard as I lunged forward, my lips hungrily questing out for his. But he didn't show it, his grip on me tightening to literally scoop me up off my feet as though I was weightless. I felt my legs leave the ground with a thrill.

My hands crawled over the man's broad back as we made out, feeling those big muscles shifting just below the surface of his skin. As my fingers walked their way downward, I hit one spot and felt the man suddenly jerk a little and wince. I broke off the kiss, pulling back to look at Rhodes with concern.

"Does that hurt?" I asked, my voice filled with worry. I didn't want to ruin this by hurting the man! "Did you get hit there?"

There was still a brief note of pain in the man's eyes, but that didn't dim the burning desire I saw there. "It's okay," he reassured me. "You can hit me wherever you want - I don't mind a little pain mixed in." And as soon as he finished speaking this, he dove back in.

Before, when we had kissed before the fight began, there had been a definite undercurrent of desire, of raw lust, fueling our actions. Now, however, that drive felt at least ten times as intense. It was hard for me to keep any other thought in my head, besides thoughts of this man and what I wanted to do to him. What I wanted him to do to me.

And if I understood the man correctly, I now had free reign to do whatever I pleased. I knew immediately what I was going for.

As Rhodes lowered me back down to the ground, I took a step back, away from him. I reached down and, using just two fingers, lightly pried his hands off of my hips. I saw a brief look of sadness pass across the man's features as I pulled myself free, but I just smiled back. I had a treat in store for him.

Once I was free, standing in front of the big boxer and feeling his hungry eyes upon me, I gave him my most seductive grin. I reached down to the hem of my dress and slowly worked my fingers up my thighs. Each inch pulled the dress up higher, and I could see the man's eyes eating up every move of my fingers.

My hands finally reached my hips, and I felt the lacy edges of my underwear there. I said a silent but fervent prayer for Alexis, thanking her for convincing me to wear something a little classier than my usual undergarments. These things might be itchy and uncomfortably tight, but they certainly looked good on me - or off of me.

My fingers slid around the edges of my panties and slowly, making each action abundantly clear, I lowered them down until they were only loosely around my thighs. One twitch of my legs, and they fell down, landing on the floor in between my legs.

With my panties off, I could now feel the light fabric of the yellow sundress as it brushed against me. Using one foot, I picked up my panties, slipping my foot out of my heel so that my bare toes could wrap around the thin fabric. I lifted it up and reached down, taking my panties out of the grasp of my toes. I twirled them around my finger as I looked up at Rhodes.

One glimpse of the man's face showed me that he was a big fan of this sexy gesture. He was all but salivating as he itched to get his hands back on me.

So I stepped back forward, into his reach, to let him do exactly that.

Immediately, the man's hands were yanking up my skirt, eagerly grabbing for my newly exposed ass. I met his lips and kissed him, but then, as I knotted both of my hands around his bald dome, I roughly thrust him down. If I was really going to cut loose, I was definitely going to ensure that I got all the pleasure out of this encounter that I could manage.

It took most of my strength to even register to the hulking bouncer, but he finally caught the message. His head ducked down, below my hoisted skirt, and his hands slid from grabbing twin handfuls of my ass to instead wrap around my thighs, pulling me in towards him. When I glanced down, the bulge beneath my dress almost made me look pregnant, and I had to stifle a giggle at the absurd thought.

But then the man's tongue came flicking out, and those giggles were instantly replaced by gasps.

Even before I had taken off my panties, I had been wet from imagining what was to come, and that lacy little piece of fabric had been all but soaking wet when it slid down my thighs. Even the stirring of my dress against my naked area was a rush, sending little sparks of excitement dancing up and down my spine. I was dying to be touched.

So when Rhodes' long, supple tongue lightly grazed over me, it was like I had just been hit with a cattle prod. I really felt as though I'd just been electrified.

"Holy shit!" I gasped as the man move his tongue all the way along my area in a single smooth, sensuous swipe. "Oh, yes! More!"

The only response from beneath my skirt was a little murmur of assent. For a second, I thought I heard the undercurrent of a chuckle mixed in with that. Was Rhodes laughing at how much I wanted this? The thought was swept away a moment later, however, as he dove in with renewed vigor.

The man must have a motor attached to his tongue! He almost instantly zeroed in on my sweet spot. As he forced his face deeper in between my legs, I could already feel pleasure rising up, and felt a threatening wobble in my legs. If I came right now, I might not be able to stay on my feet and might fall right on the man!

Searching desperately for a solution as the pleasure mounted, I spotted the couch, over against one wall of the dressing room. I really, really didn't want to pull away from what was going on down under my skirt right now, but I also didn't want to crack my head open when I came. And that was going to be any second now, from how the man's tongue was circling around down there...

I stepped back, reaching down as I did so to grab Rhodes' arm. I tugged him over towards the couch, where I flopped down with my legs spread wide. Sure, it wasn't the most ladylike of positions, but it sure did communicate exactly what I wanted!

I didn't even have to say anything to the big boxer. He grinned as I looked up at him, my expectant desire probably obvious on my face. When he smiled, I noticed that his eyes crinkled up; it almost hid the black eye already developing across one side of his face.

And then a second later, that imperfection was no longer visible as he once more submerged himself between my legs, once again bringing that live snake of a tongue in his mouth in to do its work.

Now that I was off my feet, the orgasm came rolling in hard and fast, like a surprise cloudburst. It was shallower, lacking that deeper component that only came from feeling a cock buried inside of me, but it was still no less potent for it. A low, rolling moan slipped out of my mouth, rising and falling with my rapid breaths.

My hands had once again settled on the man's bald head, this time helping to guide him to exactly the right spot. His tongue still wasn't showing any signs of slowing, and he was surprisingly obedient in moving where I guided him. I leaned my head back against the cushions of the couch and closed my eyes as pleasure rocked through me.

Oh, it had been so long since I'd last cum! At least, from anything other than my own feverishly working fingers in the shower. It was so much different when a man was doing it, when I was getting my stimulation from a tongue, from hands roughly grabbing my thighs, from raw savage testosterone instead of just from my own bored touches. It felt so much more real, somehow, like this.

Finally, after what had to have been at least a couple minutes of pleasure so intense that it almost crossed the line over to pain, Rhodes lifted up his head. As he raised his body up, I noticed that he had pushed his boxing trunks down as he had squatted in front of me, and he was gripping what looked like a length of lead pipe between his big fingers.

No, wait a minute. That wasn't a pipe. That was...

Seriously. No. Way.

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As Rhodes lifted himself back up from where his mouth had been latched onto my pussy, I saw that he had pushed down his boxing trunks, and was gripping a very large sausage in his hand. It wasn't until he was standing over me, pointing that billy club down towards me, that I realized just what it was.

"No. Way," I gasped as I realized what I was looking at. "Are you freaking kidding me? That's huge! That can't be your cock!"

Rhodes grinned at me, that sexy spark once again burning in his eyes. "Big enough to make you forget your ex?" he asked, waving it towards my face.

I reached out, my hand almost hesitant as I wrapped my fingers around his girth. It was just as big as it looked, maybe even a little larger. The man was obviously a fan of grooming, and he was almost hairless. That, of course, just made his tool look even more gigantic. "I don't think I can even remember what to do with something this size," I confessed as I hoisted it.

"Well, let me give you some tips," Rhodes picked up the thread of my conversation as my words trailed away in sheer amazement. He scooted forward, planting one big knee in the crack of the couch next to where my dress was straining to constrain my breasts. As he scooted up, that cock came to rest against my mouth. The implication was clear. "How about you give it a little kiss hello?" the man suggested, his words teasing.

I opened my mouth, but even as I felt that cock's stiff warmth come sliding in past my lips, I was scared that he was going to tear me in half. Even now, as he slid inexorably towards the back of my throat, I could feel him pulling at the edges of my mouth. The man was going to rip me apart!

Somehow, however, I managed to get at least half of his cock into my mouth. Even as that gigantic organ tickled at my tonsils, however, I could still both see and feel that there was still quite a length to go. There was no way I'd be able to take it all.

So instead, I reached up with my hands and wrapped them both around his base, working back and forth as I slobbered all over him. It wasn't probably the same as if I'd been able to deepthroat his entire length, but from the groan that this produced, it still felt plenty amazing.

For a couple minutes, the man just hovered over me, his eyes squeezed shut and his muscles flexing as I did my best to pleasure him. But even as my mouth began to grow tired, however, he pulled back, withdrawing from my already strained lips.

"Oh, I can't wait any longer," he panted down at me, scooting down over my body until he was squatting between my legs. "I must have you!"

I didn't reply, but I wanted him just as badly. I reached down and grabbed handfuls of my sundress, pulling it up over my torso. I struggled a little to get it over my shoulders, but it was no match for my sex-crazed determination. A few seconds later, as Rhodes squatted down between my legs, I was totally naked - not a single stitch of clothing on me.

With the big man between my legs, I could now see other bruises beginning to bloom on the boxer's body. There were several ugly purple discolorations on his sides, around and below his lower ribs. A large similar bruise also marked the thigh of his injured leg, where Lamar had nearly brought him down. Despite these injuries, however, there was no hesitation or unsureness in the man's movements.