Chapter 13 #2
Once he’s upright, he tries to take a step and crashes towards the mat. Exhaustion spreads across his face as he grabs for the ref. The ref helps him up, and the match is called. When my arm is lifted, I smirk at him and toss a wink.
“Motherfucker,” he grits through his teeth as he stares at the mat, shaking his head. I walk over to him and lean in for a hug.
“I’ll meet you out back when you’re ready. And I won’t take it easy on your ass. If you’re gonna hurt tomorrow, I want you to hurt everywhere.”
“Fuck you,” he snarls, but as I pull back, the lust in his eyes makes me grin.
We leave the ring after everyone has calmed down.
I have a quick shower, tossing on my clean sweats, forgoing underwear.
I’ll only be taking them off soon, anyway.
Stuffing lube and condoms in my pocket, I grab my bag and leave.
I say my goodbyes and make my way outside.
When I push the door open, he turns to face me, his back leaning against the side of the building, his knee lifted, and his foot pressed into the brickwork.
He pulls a cigarette to his lips before turning to face me, flicking the end of it away.
“Where to?” he questions, a tight smile on his lips. There are a couple of butterfly strips across his eyebrow, and his eye is red and puffy. There’s a bruise already forming on his jaw, his split lip looks angry but isn’t bleeding, for now anyway, and I smile.
“Follow me.” I walk past him and head to my car. He tips his chin across the car park to his vehicle. “I’ll meet you on the road; the hotel is about five minutes away.”
He nods, and I slide into my car, slowly exiting the car park, giving him time to catch up before I pull onto the main road and make my way to the hotel, periodically glancing back to make sure he’s still following me.
As I snake my way through town, he follows behind me. That’s the only time tonight he will be on my ass, I think to myself. I need to get there and get fucking quick because once the adrenaline’s gone, we will both crash, and neither of us will be any fun.
We pull up side by side in the hotel car park.
I climb out, toss my bag over my shoulder and nod towards reception.
I go through the paperwork with the clerk, but most of them know me, or have at least seen me here before.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m a frequent visitor.
Men, women, I don’t care. I fuck them all.
After we push into the room, we drop our bags on the floor. Neither of us is gonna pretend this is anything more than an after-fight fuck. I snatch the condoms and lube from my pocket, toss them on the bed, and start stripping out of my clothes.
“Fuck, you’re just gonna dive right in?” He scowls, and I toss him a smile.
“No, I bought lube.” I point to the bed.
“You’re an asshole.” He grins, but he starts to remove his clothes, laying them on his bag.
“Fancy a shower?” I raise my eyebrows at him, and he nods.
I grab the lube and a couple of condoms and stalk my naked ass into the bathroom.
The shower is over the bath, so we’re less confined than in a shower cubicle.
I turn the water on hot. There’s nothing better than a steamy after-fight fuck in a hot shower, the water beating down on all those aching muscles.
I climb in and groan as the spray hits me, and he steps in, smiling at me as he pulls the curtain shut behind him.
His pale skin is tinged red from the heat of the water, and his blond hair darkens as he steps further under the showerhead.
That slight trail of darker hair leading towards his groin, trimmed neatly, catches the water as it slides down his body.
He’s a pretty boy. The few random tattoos spread across his arms and abdomen are decent, nothing compared to mine, though.
I have tattoos everywhere. Some I’ve done, some Steven did for me, and a lot David did before he retired.
I am a work of art; every image fits perfectly to enhance the dips and curves of my body, accentuating every muscle.
He steps towards me. My hand reaches up, and I wipe my thumb over his split lip. I press against it.
“Ow, motherfucker,” he grits out. And I step into him, yanking him into me, our bodies slap together under the water.
My lips crash to his, and I force my tongue inside his mouth.
He hisses as I tug at his lip. We groan and rock against each other.
The friction of our torsos, our solid dicks squeezed between both bodies, has us panting.
I slide my hand around him and let my fingers spread his cheeks, allowing the water to run between them before I grip him tighter and push my finger against his tight hole. He grunts.
“No good playing hard to get now.” I grin against the kiss.
He relaxes as I push my finger into the tight ring of muscle.
“Don’t go back on your word now.” I lick across his ear as I suck the lobe between my teeth.
He groans against me and relaxes. I thrust my finger in, forcing my way straight up to my second knuckle, and he gasps out.
“Fuck, Killer. Easy,” he breathes out in a gasp.
“No, tonight your ass is fucking mine.” I slide my finger out, eliciting another filthy groan from him.
Slipping a second in, I pump in and out a few times, scissoring his ring, while I take what I want from his mouth, pressing against his red, bruised lips.
He winces and curses, but I take what I want.
Don’t worry, he’ll be more than satisfied by the time he leaves. And so the fuck will I.
I don’t rush, though. We have all night.
He starts to relax, grinding against my fingers, shooting his hips back against my hand.
I grin into the kiss, nipping at his plump lip, loving his flinch each time.
When I tug it into my teeth and suck it into my mouth, he groans and opens his eyes.
He stares at me, and I smirk. I let go of him, stepping back and reaching forward.
I grip his hips and spin him around. He yelps as I crash him into the wall.
Water beats down on us. After slipping my leg between his and kicking them apart, I tug his hips back.
I reach up onto the shelf, grabbing a condom and ripping the foil open with my teeth, sliding it over my dick.
I toss the wrapper on the floor of the bathroom, coating myself with a generous amount of lube and press my dick to his ass.
“Hold on tight. I’m going in,” I grunt, pressing my dick against him. I push and grit my teeth as his tight ass fights me. Growling out as I thrust, I push my way inside, and he screams as I bottom out. I still, both of us panting as we acclimatise to each other.
I lean in and grunt in his ear. “You good?”
“Yeah. Fuck, yes,” he grumbles. I grip his short hair, yanking his head back as I clamp my mouth around his shoulder.
My other hand grips his hip as I bite down, snapping my own hips out before crashing against his ass.
His furry cheeks now slick from the water, I suck against his shoulder and pull out only to slam my body into him again.
His ass is tight, his hole hot, searing my dick as I penetrate him. My fingers are gripping him, digging in, leaving slight bruises as I steer him onto my shaft. His hands never stray from the wall.
I nip and suck his shoulder, moving to his neck and back again, leaving dark purple marks, a trail of horniness across his skin.
He grunts every time my hips slam against his ass.
He groans, sliding one hand around my neck, clinging to me, pulling me harder against his neck.
I lick and suck, nipping at the hot flesh.
His head lolls, resting on my shoulder, and I slide my other hand up to his throat.
I pull back and then slam forward, hitting deeper inside him.
I lean back, staring at the mess I’ve left of his neck and shoulder.
His head hangs forward, almost resting on his pecs, and he trails one hand down to his dick, snatching it into his desperate fist. He grunts at the first heated touch. I stare down between us.
“Fuck, your ass is so bastard tight. It’s gripping my dick like it’s personally offended it. That’s it, fucking squeeze me,” I grit out.
“Fuck,” he gasps, stuttering out every breath as our bodies collide. The steam builds in the bathroom, our hot breaths and bodies adding to the temperature. I tilt my hips and bend my knees, pistoning up into him. The new angle extracts a feral moan from him, lifting him on his tiptoes.
“Holy… fucking… shit,” he pants.
“Yeah, you fucking like that, huh?” I drive and pummel into him.
His fist slides quicker over his shaft. His ass tightens, gripping me, trying to milk me for every drop of cum I have, but I don’t fall, not yet.
My dick disappears into his ass as my hips collide with his cheeks.
I rip myself out of him, my long, thick cock sheathed with the condom glistening back at me. I bite down on my lip.
“Fuck, your ass was made for fucking.”
“Oh, shit… Oh fucking sh…” he gasps out.
“Killer, fuck, right there, fuck, yeah, fucking hell. You motherfucker,” he screams, his hips pulsing as jets of cum spurt forward, decorating the tile.
His shoulders sag, but I keep fucking him, his hand slaps against the wall as I follow with my own orgasm.
I grip his hips tighter, careening over the edge, thrusting into the heat of his body as the water starts to cool.
I grit my teeth as I come, shooting into the condom before letting him go.
His knees wobble, and mine shake, but I wrap one arm around his waist and plant my other on the wall, holding us both up as we pant.
Silence spreads through the bathroom as the water beats down colder, the steam dissipating.
The cool water against my skin makes me groan, and I rest my head on his shoulder.