The Boy Next Door (63 page)

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.

That night, we burned the sheets, until the wee hours of the morning. It was only after we had showered and washed off the sticky scent of sex on our skin that we turned our attention back to the task at hand. The drink had been burned out of us, and our heads were clear again.

The next two days, I put myself in his hands in the ring and in my bed as well. I knew that I was going to be with child, but that wasn’t going to stop me from getting into that ring. He had no idea what he had done and probably thought that having sex multiple times wasn’t going to do anything.

Then the day came and I stood there ready to face my opponent and she’s unforgiving and I can tell that she thinks that I’m a joke. I would to, considering that I was a novice and I was asking for permission to go up against one of the very best.

Brandon was in my corner and in the process of taping up my wrist, he whispered into my ear, “I know that this is sudden, but I can’t help the way that you affect me. I want you to know that you’re very special and that I don’t want to lose you.”

Out of the sight of every one, he presented me with a diamond ring on the tip of his index finger. I stared at the huge diamond and I knew that I had made him a better man. He was no longer callous, or looking for that next conquest. He wanted me and he was proving it by showing me his love and affection in the form of an engagement ring.

“This isn’t the time, Brandon…but if you need my answer right now, then it’s a resounding yes.”

He looked like he was overjoyed. I put my hands on his shoulder to prevent him from showing it to the masses. “Just keep this underneath our hat for the time being. Let some of the heat die down. I want the right kind of publicity for this place and it’s not gonna come from our happiness.”

“I showed you one move and I hope that you get a chance to use it, quick.”

I went into the ring and I don’t think that I could stop smiling. This seemed to take my opponent off guard. Her nickname was the crusher and when she came after me, I found out the reason why. I suddenly found myself in a rear chokehold with her hand on top of my forehead and her forearm underneath my throat to cut off my oxygen. To get her off, I slammed her repeatedly against the chain enclosure.

I finally reached up with both hands and bent at the waist quickly to flip her over top of me. This broke the contact and I went down and moved in such a way that I was able to put her into the triangle hold.

I don’t think that she was expecting that kind of expertise from someone that had no record to speak of. She struggled, but the more that she did, the more pressure I put on, until she was tapping out and the referee had no choice, but to call it. It was over within five minutes and I think that I had shocked the world with how much I had learned.

“I can’t believe that you did that!” Brandon yelped for joy. “I figured that you would use it, but I didn’t expect in a million years that you would be able to use it, so quickly.”

While I was in his arms, the crusher came over and in a moment of sportsmanship, she shook my hand and told me that I had a future.

I did find out that I was pregnant soon after and Brandon expressly forbade me from getting in the ring again, until after the birth of our son. I was able to work and with my win came notoriety and with that notoriety came those that wanted to be a part of something that was growing in momentum. Brandon was a man of his word and he was now down to five per cent, not that it much mattered.

We were together. What was mine was his, and he gave me everything he had, too.

Love has a way of finding you when you least expect it and sometimes you just have to know when to reach out and put it in a choke hold.

THE END

Passion Uncaged

Annie hid around the corner of the plain brown brick building, and tapped the toe of her tennis shoe against the still surface of the puddle on the ground.  When the ripples shuddered away from the contact, she waved her hands to disperse the swarm of mosquitoes that took flight into the muggy air. 

She took one last hard drag on her cigarette and listened closely to the sizzle of the cherry red end.  As she exhaled slowly, she dropped the butt into the puddle and heard a satisfying hiss as it hit the water.  She tapped the stagnant puddle one more time and watched the circular ripples spread and then fade. 
It’s now or never
, she thought as she rounded the corner and pushed open the door to the dim, air-conditioned gym.

She still was not sure what made her sign up for this class.  She considered herself to be in good shape for a runner and yet here she was in her oversized tee shirt and baggy sweatpants, almost ready for her first session at the mixed martial arts facility.  Although if she admitted the truth, she was not so much ready as she was resigned. 

In all of her twenty-six years, she had not done anything quite this spontaneous or this insane.  Her sister thought she had lost her mind and her best friend had laughed at her.  It was so nice to have that kind of support.  She had showed up for the first session just to show both of them that she could handle it.  The second one was to be determined.

The nights at home alone were particularly isolated since she was not single.  Single would have almost been better because that circumstance at least did not come with any expectation of company or companionship.  Not that she would have gone out of her way to find any, but at least as a single woman, she could have found temporary comfort in someone without the guilt.

But the years with Ken had done a number on her self-esteem, to the point where she could not even bring herself to leave him.  Annie was certainly self-sufficient financially.  In fact, she made more than he did so that was not what kept her tied to him.  It was the comfort factor, versus facing the unknown.

The unknown.  She silently laughed to herself as she stood at the front desk waiting for instructions. 
This is about as unknown as it gets
, she thought.

The young woman at the desk finally hung up the phone and looked at Annie disdainfully.

“Can I
help
you?” she asked scornfully.

“Yes, I have my first class tonight.  I don’t remember the name of my instructor, though.  I’m Annie Michaels.”  She tucked the loose strands of her long blonde hair behind her ears in a nervous gesture.

“Oh, ok.  You’re with Tony tonight.  He’ll be out shortly.  Have a seat over there.”

Annie nodded, and perched on the edge of the plastic chair to wait.  She fiddled with the straps of her purse and looked around the small waiting area.  The hard plastic chairs were far from comfortable but then neither was she.  The magazines on the scratched and dented coffee table looked about as recent as those you would find at a doctor’s office.  Of course, these subscriptions were not for “Better Homes and Gardens.”  She had never heard of these before, but the once-glossy covers all held pictures of heavily muscled men and women in various threatening poses and glares.

She half-expected this Tony to look like Conan the Barbarian and to come bursting through the wooden door like a high school football player through a homecoming banner.  She clenched her purse tighter as though it would protect her from the pictured assault.

Instead, Tony the instructor came strutting through the door quietly but wearing arrogance like a prize fighter would wear his trophy belt.  He walked up to her and stared down at her.  She felt overweight and frumpy under his gaze and tried not to fidget in her chair.

Dammit
, she thought. 
Of course he would have to be hot.  Of course Tony couldn’t be a pudgy woman in her fifties.
  She looked all the way up his six-foot-plus frame and into his calm brown eyes.  He had that air about him that said he knew he was hot.  She sighed as she stood up, realizing then that she only came up to his chest.  She tried not to notice the intoxicating aroma of deodorant and masculinity.  He ran his palm over his shaved scalp and sighed deeply.

“You have to be Annie.  I’m Tony.  Guess we better get started because I have my work cut out for me.”  He turned on his heel and headed back through the door with Annie scrambling to keep up.

He gestured to an open door on the right and let her pass through first.  “Here we are.”

The cinderblock room looked pretty small, since it was filled with thick blue pads and a variety of equipment.  She dropped her purse in the corner of the room where he pointed.

“Did you need to change clothes?”

“N-N-No.”

“You’re going to do this in those?”

“Y-Y-Yeah.  I guess.”

“You may want something a little more form-fitting next time.  The baggy clothes will hinder your movements.”

Annie nodded, unsure if she would be comfortable showing up in tighter clothing.

Tony had been wearing an oversized hoodie with his gym shorts but he shed it quickly and tossed it on top of her purse.  She tried not to stare open-mouthed at the cut of his body underneath the trim tank top.  He did not have a barbarian bulk, but instead he had the lean muscle that probably offered more agility than the bulk would have allowed him.  His arms and chest were perfectly defined and she strongly suspected she would find chiseled abs under the shirt.  She couldn’t study his legs without appearing obvious, but she was certain they were firm and fit as well.

All of those hard-earned muscles made Annie feel even dumpier in her tee and sweats, especially since she had already begun to sweat in the muggy atmosphere.  And it also seemed to stir a different heat inside her belly that she had not felt in a long time.

“So have you ever done any sort of physical contact sports before?”

“N-N-No, I haven’t.”

“Hmm, starting from the ground up.”  He circled her like prey and she felt dumpier by the minute.

“I guess we’ll just figure it out as we go along.  Everyone has certain parts of this that they gravitate towards or are more physically capable of than other parts.  We’ll start with a few basics.  We’ll try a little bit of everything before we see where your strengths are.”

“Strengths?  I don’t think I have any.  I’m a runner so my inclination is to flee before a fight breaks out.”

He twisted his full lips into a wry grin.  “Everyone has something.  It can even be as simple as a frustration that you want to let out.  Someone’s face that you want to dent permanently.  I can guarantee you have something.  I’ll find it.”

She furrowed her brow at him but nodded in agreement mostly because she was afraid to not agree.  Her body felt flush but she was not sure if it was his words or his proximity.

“Have you ever watched any of these fights?”

“I watched a couple of videos last night, before the class.”  She smoothed the loose strands back into her long blonde ponytail.

“What did you notice about them?”

“Besides the blood?  Because I’m not too keen on bleeding today.”

Tony laughed.  “Yes, besides the blood.  I don’t plan to make you bleed, at least not today.  What else did you notice?”

“It seemed that most of the fights ended up on the ground eventually.”

“Exactly.  So why don’t we start there?”

“On the floor?”  Annie was startled and more than a little nervous.

Tony nodded, and lay down on the floor in a position that resembled a June bug on its back.  He instructed Annie to lay with him, in the all fours position.  She took a deep breath and tried to assume the position he described.  She could not even remember the last time she had been this close to her boyfriend Ken, let alone a complete stranger.  Check that.  A completely hot, complete stranger.

He dug his large hands into her hips to guide her into the proper position and she felt her body tingle as he maneuvered her so that she was right up against him.  She knew her face was turning pink but she hoped he had not noticed.

What Annie did not realize was that Tony was less aware of the color in her cheeks and more aware of her breasts pressing against his stomach.  He always wore a cup during any practice session, and while it did mask his twitching cock, the stiffening made the cup extremely uncomfortable.  He shifted his hips in order to ease the pressure but unfortunately the movement only made his body move against hers, which ultimately worsened the problem instead of alleviating it.

His voice sounded a little hoarse as he gave her step by step instructions through the motions and movements including locking his ankles behind her waist.  While he was performing them without any real pressure against her, she soon found herself in a very compromising position pressed against him and between his locked legs.  Any slight motion from either of them led to more friction which led to more pink in her cheeks and more swelling beneath his protective cup.

Annie was distinctly aware that Tony seemed uncomfortable but she just assumed that it was because she had no idea what she was doing.  In her head, she was already failing at this sport and it was only her first training session.

He released the awkwardly intimate hold and she stuttered out a suggestion that they take a break for some water.  He nodded and hopped up from the floor, quickly turning his back to her and reaching for his water bottle.

She took his dismissal as a sign that she had not done the moves correctly and she sighed deeply.  Tony turned to face her.

“Are you okay?  Did I hurt you?”

“No, that’s not it.  I just… I don’t know if I’m doing that well at this.  I have no idea what I’m doing.”

He chuckled.  “Well, if everyone already knew this stuff, I would be out of a job as a trainer.”

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.  “I suppose that’s true.”

After their break was over, he guided her back into the same position, showing her different varieties of the same general hold as well as a couple of methods for escaping.  Her hands grappled his body as he instructed, but she was more aware of his firm muscled body than any sort of lesson she was supposed to be learning.

Both Tony and Annie tried to ignore the close proximity of the other, but it had been a long time since a man touched Annie in any way close to this, and Tony was very aware of the heaviness of her full breasts against his body and the brush of her ponytail against his arms and legs.

After the session was over, Annie gathered her purse and made a quick exit, hoping that he was still unaware of the pink in her cheeks, or could at least chalk it up to the physical exertion.  Luckily, with the baggy clothing, she had managed to hide her stiffened nipples, and she tried desperately to ignore the tingling between her thighs.  As she hurried out the door of the gym, the irritating front desk girl tried to confirm her next session but Annie was already gone.

Once she cleared the room, Tony reached inside his shorts and tried to adjust his swollen cock to a more comfortable position.  He had been a trainer for several years now and he had not experienced this sort of physical reaction from a female client before.  As he thought about the trim young blonde, he discovered that instead of adjusting himself, he had begun stroking his thick shaft.  From his manipulation of her body, he knew that she did not have a figure that needed to be hidden away.  He hoped that for their next session, she would wear something that was more conducive to both the activity and the groping.  He slipped into a stall in the men’s room and finished himself off, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning as his cock twitched its release in his hand.

Annie rested her forehead on her steering wheel, grateful that she had no one waiting for her at home.  She had reacted more to the feel of Tony’s strong hands on her body than she would have ever expected.  She could imagine him pinning her to the bed or the wall or the floor or…just about anywhere really.

It was later than she thought, so she slipped into bed as soon as she got home.  As they had done so many nights before, her hands slipped between the sheets and under her panties.  Even she was surprised at how slippery her smoothly shaven pussy was, and her finger massaged her aching clit until her whole body convulsed at the thought of Tony’s body against hers without the clothing in between.

The next session was a few days later, and Annie was both nervous and excited this time.  After work, she had stepped to the ladies’ room at the law firm and changed out of her business suit into something that she hoped was more appropriate for the time with Tony.  She was not looking for a drastic change, but she remembered what he said and had selected something more form-fitting, but hopefully not something that made her curves too obvious.  Her pussy whispered a long forgotten need at the thought of his legs wrapping around her waist again.

Tony was reviewing his schedule for the day, and felt a twitch in his cock when he saw Annie’s name as his last session for the day.  He knew he had to remain professional, especially as nervous and as shy as she seemed.  But he could not help the way his body was reacting to the idea of seeing and feeling her again.