Chapter Fifteen
REILLY
I'M SITTING in the front row of the ring with Dean on one side of me and a hulky beast of a man on the other.
I don't know what his name is; he won't talk to me anyway. I'm anxious as hell, waiting for Bray’s fight to come on. His is the last one of the night—the main event—as he likes to inform me. He’s the fucking star, his words not mine.
I’ve watched three fights so far. Each one bloody, messy and always ending with someone knocked out on the floor. I send a little prayer up—please, God, don’t let that be Bray. I’ve just found him. I can’t lose him now.
The last fight ended about five minutes ago; the basement is full of people. The crowd is loud, people shouting from all directions. I stay seated, glued to the spot and wait.
Dean leans over, trying to calm me. “You know he’s literally the best fighter, right? You have nothing to worry about, Reilly.”
“No wonder his ego is so big, if you’re all going around talking about him like he’s some kind of god,” I yell back.
“Isn’t he?” Dean says with his eyebrows drawn. “Because he’s been telling me he is for at least ten years now. He’s said it so often I think he brainwashed us all into believing it.”
I laugh. Damn, Dean actually cracked a joke. I’ve only ever seen serious Dean, never this playful side. I think I like the playful side better. This must be what Ella sees.
I know they think no one knows about their little budding friendship, but I know. Bray knows, but doesn’t want to know. The only one who doesn’t know is Zac; he’s too blinded by everything that is Alyssa to notice. I really hope I’m around to watch that shit show unfold.
I’m brought out of my own head from the lights dimming and the music that starts blaring “T.N.T” by ACDC. This is Bray’s entrance song. I remember hearing it the first time I saw him fight here.
He comes prancing out, alone this time. There are no card girls hanging off him. They do appear a few steps behind him. They’re not touching him though, which is good… for them. I don’t share very well.
I watch and can’t help but smile as Bray dances and shows off his muscles as he makes his way to the cage.
He’s just about to the door when he stops, turns and runs the few steps towards me.
Grabbing me by the back of my neck, he kisses the ever-loving hell out of me.
The noise of the crowd and music fades as I get lost in him.
Breaking the kiss, he leans down and whispers in my ear, “I fucking love you, Reilly.”
My eyes widen, my mouth hanging open. Bray smirks and makes his way back to the cage. What the hell just happened? By the time I recover from shock, Bray is prancing around in the cage, his eyes never leaving me for very long. I smile at him and he winks back.
His opponent is in the cage, although not getting anywhere near the fanfare that Bray is receiving.
The bell goes and before I know it, the fight has started; both men knock gloves with each other. Right away, Bray’s opponent takes a swing at his head, which Bray dodges and returns an uppercut to the guy’s ribs.
I watch as both men go back and forward at each other, and I try not to squeal as Bray takes hits all over his body.
The bell for the first round goes and the fighters take their corners.
I can see Bray’s coach yelling at him and Bray shaking his head no.
There is blood dripping down his face that someone else is wiping off with a towel.
When the second round starts, it’s much of the same, each fighter giving and taking blows, kicks, etc.
The opponent gets an upper hand, slamming Bray into the cage, pinning him there, and landing blow after blow all over his body.
I go to get up—to do what, I don’t know—but I see red.
I want to strangle this asshole who thinks he can hurt Bray.
Dean’s quick to pull me back down. “Settle down, Harley Quinn, your man is more than capable of taking care of himself.” As the words come out of Dean’s mouth, Bray pushes back, gets his opponent pinned to the ground and slams his fist into the side of his head.
The ref leans down and blows his whistle before yelling something out.
The crowd goes wild. Bray stands, leaving the other guy laid out flat on the ground. The medics rush in to help him. Bray’s arm is held up and he’s walked around the cage. He won. Thank God, he’s not the one laid out on that floor.
Bray shakes off the ref and climbs out of the cage. He heads straight for me and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him and just before I let my lips meet his, I tell him, “I fucking love you too, Braydon Williamson.”
I don’t know how he manages it, but Bray carries me out of the basement and into his dressing room while delivering the most delicious kisses. He turns on the shower and doesn’t put me down. Instead, he slams my back into the wall and grinds his hard cock right onto my clit.
“Argh… God… that… keep doing that,” I beg. I’m not ashamed to beg him for what I need anymore. I know he’ll always deliver and he gets off on hearing me beg him. So, win-win in my eyes.
He breaks the kiss and drops my feet to the floor. I groan, “Really? Now you put me down?”
“I need you fucking naked, now, Reilly. Strip,” he commands.
Taking a step back, he watches my every movement.
My whole body shivers and my core pulses and weeps at his commanding tone.
I don’t waste time in getting my dress over my head.
I unclasp the black lace bra and let it fall to the ground.
Next, I slip out of my pumps and slide my matching panties down my legs before straightening back up and waiting for my next command; because I know there will be one.
“Goddamn, you are fucking gorgeous.”
Bray drops his briefs to the ground, releasing his rock-hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight. I don’t dare move until he tells me what to do, though.
We’ve been playing this way long enough that we both know the game. I’ve never been with anyone that I wanted to dominate me before, or boss me around. But, when Bray does it, damn, that shit is hot as hell.
As I’m raking my eyes up and down his body, my mind is cataloguing the damages he received from the fight.
His ribs are bruising on both sides, he has a nasty mark on the outside of his left thigh and his face, well, it’s seen better days—that’s for sure.
I’m about to ask him if maybe he should be seeing a doctor, or medic, when he speaks first and I get distracted by that damn pierced cucumber again.
“Do you want to play, Reilly?” Bray asks while stroking his hand up and down his cock. That should be my hand. I should be touching, stroking, licking that cock.
“Yes,” I answer and nod my head, not able to take my eyes off his cock.
“Good girl, get in the shower under the water, hands on the wall.” I follow his instructions, step under the warm water and place my hands on the wall. I turn back to look at him and wait for my next command. I can feel the slickness of my pussy dripping down my thighs already.
Bray silently walks up behind me, and out of nowhere a loud smack lands right on my ass. “Ahh, fuck, God.” The sting follows the sound; the pleasure follows the sting.
“Did I say you could turn around?” Bray asks as he delivers another delicious slap to the other side of my ass.
“Ahh, oh, fuck me. No, you didn’t, Bray,” I reply between moans.
“That’s right, I didn’t. Face the wall. Do not move until I tell you to, or I won’t let you come.”
I smirk at that; we both know that’s one thing he can’t help, making me come as many times as I possibly can.
Bray reaches around, pinching both of my nipples between his fingers while biting down on my neck.
He knows just the spot to bite down on that drives me freaking crazy.
My body is on fire, my nerve endings short circuiting, as pleasure rolls through me.
My skin is tingling all over and my pussy is pulsing with need while seeking what she needs—Bray’s cock filling her up. “Fuck, Bray, don’t stop.”
“Never going to, babe,” he declares. He lets my right breast go as he trails his hand down past my stomach.
Just as I think I’m in luck and he’s going to go straight for my clit to put me out of this beautiful torture, his hand goes around the back of my thigh.
He grabs my leg and pulls on it, effectively spreading my legs further apart.
“I worked up an appetite out there, babe. I’m fucking starving.”
“Uh-huh.” I don’t know what he expects me to say. I don’t even know if I’m capable of coherent words right now.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me, Reilly, and stay still while I eat?”
“Yes.” I nod my head. I’m not really sure what I’ve just agreed to. Is he going to leave me standing here waiting for him?
“Perfect, you’re so fucking perfect,” he says as his body slides down behind me. He bites on my right butt cheek.
“Oh, fuck.” I push my ass out further against his skin. It freaking hurts but the pleasure that rolls through me at the same time is unlike anything else I’ve ever felt.
“Mmm, I’m going to feast on you until you have nothing left to give, until I’ve drained you dry.”
Bray swipes his tongue from the top of my pussy right up to my ass.
He holds me still, his hands spreading my cheeks wide.
His tongue delves into my pussy, swirling around, while his fingers flex on my skin.
He brings his mouth up to my clit and sucks hard, occasionally twirling his tongue around.
I’m not doing a great job at standing still, pushing myself harder into his face.
He inserts two fingers into my core, circling around my G-spot and causing me to cry out. “Oh, fucking, Bray, God. Ahh.” I see stars and struggle to stay upright.
I can feel an orgasm coming on, my body begins to violently shake, and I’m chasing this bitch like my life depends on it. I can feel it; it’s so close. “I’m so close.”
One of his fingers starts rubbing around my rear bud, circling and sending all sorts of new sensations through me. That finger then pushes its way in, slowly pushing further and further until it’s buried all the way inside my ass.
My core and ass are both clenching onto his fingers, his mouth still sucking on my clit. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of both holes. I feel like my whole body is about to explode. I come screaming his name.
The only thing holding me up right now is Bray’s arm around my waist. I come back down to earth as one of his hands is caressing my breast, the other still pumping fingers slowly in and out of my pussy.
“Welcome back,” Bray’s gravelly voice says into my ear.
“Mmm, thank you.” I can feel the pleasure building again already as his fingers work their way in and out of my pussy.
“I need my cock buried in this pussy of mine, now,” Bray says, removing his fingers and lining himself up with my entrance.
I don’t give him time to slowly work his way in and torture me in the process. As soon as I feel his cock lined up, I push myself back and slam down onto him.
“Fuck,” we both say at once.
“Goddamn, Reilly. Warn a guy next time. I just about came right then. You feel so fucking good, babe.”
I laugh. There’s no way he’s a one pump dump.
He’s a fucking machine, can last for hours like he’s running off Energizer batteries or something.
Once he’s sure I’ve had time to adjust to him being buried deep inside me, he starts to move.
Slowly at first, building up his speed and thrusts until he is slamming into me from behind.
The metal of his piercing hits my G-spot, over and over again. I freaking love this piercing; it never fails to hit the spot. I have come multiple times because of this piercing. I can feel how wet I am, wetness gushing out and running down my thighs as Bray continues to slam into me.
His thumb starts circling my ass. I feel him slide it down between our bodies, covering it in my juices before going back to my ass and inserting it.
He keeps it still and it’s fucking torture.
I don’t know what his obsession with my ass is lately, but I’m not complaining.
It’s a strange foreign feeling. With his cock in my pussy, and his thumb in my ass, I feel full, with sensations going haywire in my body.
I need him to move that finger though; I pump my hips back and forward, getting little movement of my ass on that finger. Bray is relentless though; he’s slamming his cock into me, but won’t move that finger.
When he finally starts moving his finger a few minutes later, it causes me to come again—screaming the place down. Again. Bray pulls out and I feel him spurt all over my back.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Reilly,” he groans out as he comes, milking himself on my back.
“I fucking love fucking you,” he continues, straightening me up and spinning me around.
He wraps a hand around my throat, pushing me against the wall as his lips connect with mine.
Our tongues fight for power, and I struggle to overpower him.
He wins though—he always wins. I let him take control of the kiss.
His hand around my throat tightens and closes; I moan into his mouth. As he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, he lines his cock up and enters me in one swift motion. I told you—he’s a damn Energizer Bunny.