Chapter 46 – Sydney #3
I wouldn’t call it beautiful, no. But it’s powerful to watch them. They move so quickly, muscles flexing and rolling as they circle one another.
I lick my lips. When I bring my champagne glass up to drink, I realize I’ve somehow already finished it. Alec takes it gently from my hand and leaves to get me another.
The third round is the most brutal. Maybe they were holding back, drawing the match out for the crowd.
But the moment the bell sounds, they come together in a flurry of blows. It’s raw and violent, it’s chaos of movement and skill, and I watch the entire thing with my heart in my throat, leaning over the railing to get closer to the action.
I don’t notice Alec’s hand trailing up my leg under my dress until he reaches my hip, fingers slowly sliding over the bone and down to press against me through the fabric of my panties.
I gasp, hips rolling against his touch reflexively.
“What do you think, Red?” Alec asks, voice a dark and dangerous purr against my neck. He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, his fingers dipping under the seam of my underwear to touch me. “Are you enjoying this?”
I’m wet, I realize. His finger slides through it, pausing to circle my clit as I watch the fight below.
Breathlessly, I nod.
“I think you’ll like the next fight even more,” he teases. In the ring, a final punch is thrown, hard enough it throws the other man back into the ropes, where he sinks down to his knees.
The bell rings, the match ended.
With a growl, Alec spins me around, pressing me back against the guard rail and gripping my hair tightly, holding me in place to kiss me. I groan into him, reaching up to pull him closer.
Down in the arena, the crowd is cheering loudly as the announcer calls the winner. There will be a break between fights, he broadcasts, urging the audience to hurry back to their seats for a show they won’t want to miss.
But I’m too lost in Alec’s touch and kiss to notice any of it.
When he finally pulls away from me, his eyes are so dark and unhinged it’s almost frightening.
“On your knees, darling,” he says, stepping back from me, his hand going to his pants.
I sink down into the plush carpet, obedient, as Alec makes swift work of his belt, reaching into his pants to pull his hard cock out and stroke it for me.
His hand threads into my hair, pulling me close as I stare up at him.
“Open wide,” he says.
I groan, opening my mouth and taking him between my lips. It’s a stretch getting my mouth around him, my hands coming up to grip his thighs, but I manage.
The first time I’d had Ashton in my mouth, he’d taken full control, holding me in place and fucking me.
Alec’s control is different, more subtle.
Hands buried in my hair, he directs me forward, pushing me onto his cock until it hits the back of my throat.
He shudders, thigh muscles twitching under my hands, and then he’s pulling me back, sliding out of my mouth until my lips are just over his tip, then doing it all again.
I hold his gaze the entire time.
He moves me slowly, gliding himself deeper, and then back out. I move my tongue as he directs me, rubbing against the base of him, delighting in the way his muscles twitch when I do, the way his eyes flutter closed.
I barely register the sounds of the crowd, the voice of the announcer as he welcomes the next fighters—the headliners—but Alec does. His eyes flick to the window, and he stops, pulling my mouth away.
“Come on, darling. You don’t want to miss this.”
He takes my hands in his and lifts me, turning me effortlessly until I’m facing the ring again. This time, when he positions himself behind me, placing my hands on the guard rail and bending me forward at the waist, there’s no question as to what he’s planning.
The air in the room is cold on my skin as Alec flips my dress up over my hips and peels my panties down, lifting my feet to remove them.
I almost forget about the fight, with my eyes closed and his hands sliding up my legs, but I remember in time to open them and see the headliners enter the ring.
My quick inhale of breath has nothing to do with Alec’s fingers, sliding over my drenched core, and everything to do with the fighter who steps forward, head held high.
It’s Ashton.
I had a suspicion he’d be the one fighting tonight. But seeing it is something different entirely.
The crowd roars as he steps into the ring, raising his hands above his head and grinning at them like a star. On the other side of the ring, his opponent scowls, lip curling at the showboating, but Ashton clearly couldn’t care less. This is his arena, his dominion.
I swear his eyes land on our private box, and he grins even more.
Seeing him makes me shift back more against Alec’s hand, searching for friction, because Ashton?
Ashton is beautiful.
Wearing just a pair of fighting shorts, he looks like he’s been sculpted for just this moment. He stretches, pulling at his wrists to stretch out his arms and shoulders, and shaking his limbs out, hopping from foot to foot.
Alec’s hand disappears briefly, and when it returns, he’s pressing his cock against me, sliding it through my drenched pussy.
“Do you want me to wait?” he asks, breathless.
I shake my head violently, eyes glued to the fight.
Alec makes a sound like a laugh in answer. “Hold on tight,” he advises, gripping my hip in one hand and positioning himself with the other.
The bell rings the exact moment Alec thrusts inside me. My scream is lost in the deafening noise from the crowd as the fight begins.
Alec was right. The other fighters were nothing, nothing at all, compared to this.
Ashton moves like a jaguar, all toned rippling muscle and grace as he circles his opponent. He’s patient, calm, moving on the balls of his feet as he waits for the first strike.
Buried to the hilt inside me, Alec waits too, fingers digging into my hips through the fabric of my dress.
The first punch is a doozy, coming at Ash so quickly I can barely see it. But he does. He darts to the side, easily avoiding it, and answers with a hit that lands squarely on his opponent’s jaw.
Alec leans his whole body over me, hands grasping mine on the rail, and gives a derisive snort.
“He doesn’t stand a chance,” he tells me. “Not against Ashton, not tonight. Watch him, darling. He was made for this.”
I clench around him, his cock buried inside me, and am rewarded with a low groan.
It’s easy to see what Alec means. Ashton’s opponent is a top-notch fighter, maybe one of the best. But Ashton? Every move he makes is like water: fluid and precise. He dances around the ring, every hit, every dodge, done with an unfathomable grace.
It’s a pleasure to watch him fight.
By the end of the first round, Ashton has only taken a single hit. He looks fresh as a daisy.
His opponent is already swaying on his feet, one eye so swollen it’s practically shut.
And I’m not much better.
Alec refuses to move, and I’m writhing against him, trying to shift my hips enough to make him fuck me. It’s a terrible torture, having him so still inside me.
“Please, Alec,” I beg. I worry my bottom lip between my teeth and rock back against him, but his body is so hard against mine, so immobile, it doesn’t accomplish anything but frustrating me further. I let my head fall forward, groaning.
“Please what?” Alec asks, sounding impossibly calm. His cock twitches inside me, and I moan shamelessly, trying to arch against him. “Tell me what you need, darling. Use your words.”
“Fuck me,” I plead. “Alec, please.”
“Is this what you want?” Alec asks, moving his hips back just a fraction of an inch and then slamming forward.
I throw back my head and scream. “Yes!”
He does it again. And again. By the time the bell sounds to announce the next round, he’s fucking me hard, hips slamming against me, and I can’t keep quiet. I pray this box is soundproof, because no way I can stop myself from screaming every time Alec hits that perfect spot inside me.
Down in the ring, I swear Ashton’s eyes are glued to our box, his attention entirely on us. So much so that he takes a hit, not making any move to avoid it as it crashes into his jaw.
Alec’s hand releases mine and slides down to touch me, his palm pressing against my clit and fingers spread on either side of my pussy while he fucks me.
The fight doesn’t last more than a few seconds after that.
Ashton slams against his opponent like a tidal wave, hitting him again and again, pestering him with shots and forcing him back against the edge of the ring until, finally, he lets his guard drop for a split second.
The uppercut Ashton hits him with is almost hard enough to lift him in the air. He sways for a moment, looking stunned, before he falls down to the mat at Ashton’s feet.
Alec’s hand grips me tighter, and he brings the other up to my neck, wrapping his fingers around my throat. I let him know exactly how much I love it, gripping the rail so hard I’m afraid I might bend the metal and screaming his name.