“You have?”
His hand presses firmly against my taut tummy, urging my ass on to him. Jai groans his yes, sending rough, glorious tingles down my spine. “From the second I pushed you up against the warehouse and saw your fuckable lips.”
I simper. “Refresh my memory? Was that before or after you insinuated I was a crack-whore?”
He pushes forward and snags my earlobe between his teeth. I hiss and push back on him, making him grind harder into my ass. I love the way his body covers mine, like a warm blanket of sex and alpha male. It creates a surge of electricity inside me and I can’t stop it. I need him. I need him like I need air.
Pushing against him, I turn around and pause when we stand torso to torso. His abs clench against my stomach, and his eyes hold mine in a grip so crushing, I’m certain I’m going to drown if he doesn’t let me come up for air. Throwing me a safety net, Jai’s lips crash to mine and I moan as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. He’s so male.
Dominant.
Assertive.
Certain.
I’m burning up and drenching my leggings with desperation and need. Teasing me with his tongue, Jai slips a hand between our bodies and presses a long, hard finger against my sensitive spot. I inhale against his mouth and feel the muscles around his lips try to smile, but he fights it. His firm fingertip circles me with a soft, almost absent pressure, but tingles grow with his touch regardless. Then, I feel his fingers curl around the band to my tights and push. I move my hips, helping him get the fabric down over my ass. When the fabric touches my knees, his mouth releases me and he grips my shoulders. I barely have time to lick my lips and savor his taste before he turns me around and pulls my ass towards him. I grip the wall as best I can, digging my fingertips into the eroded concrete as he undoes his belt. The sound is all the foreplay I need. Even the rustle of a foil packet being torn is enough to keep me heated.
In the next heartbeat, I feel him pressed into my back and the length of him settles between the cheeks of my ass. My breath hitches and his cock spasms. It turns him on. His hands come around my waist and onto my breasts. With a grip much too tight but all too arousing, he squeezes me in his hands, flicking my nipples between his fingers. I haven’t known Jai for long, but there’s no denying he’s a force of nature.
Caught up concentrating on my breathing, I don’t realize Jai has moved his hips until he places the tip of his long, thick cock in the gap of my thighs, directly beneath my entrance. The warmth of his flesh makes me gasp loudly. Smiling against the shell of my ear, he rocks his hips and I feel the fabric of his pants against the back of my legs. He’s kept his clothes on. To passers-by, he looks fully clothed.
Gripping himself and moving his hips, he works the head of his cock across my folds, pushing into my opening only to transfer my arousal onto him.
I whimper, with arousal or agony, I don’t know. All I know is I want him.
Bad.
So. Fucking. Bad.
“You have to keep it down if you don’t want others to hear you,” he whispers into my ear and I bite my lower lip.
If he didn’t feel so good, staying quiet wouldn’t be a problem. But he does feel good. Oh, he feels fucking amazing, and he hasn’t even entered me yet.
“Fuck them,” I pant, resting my forehead against the concrete wall.
We could be in the cage, in front of everybody, and I still don’t think I’d give a shit as long as Jai kept touching me.
“Not them,” he murmurs into my ear. “Only you.”
With a rough pull on my hip, Jai enters me and a rush of air is forced from my lungs. I barely have time to register the feeling of him entering my body it happens so quickly. The first jolt of pleasure as he stretches me, seizes my spine and my entire body stiffens at the feeling. He chuckles darkly in the back of his throat as he slowly drags himself back out again. Then he pumps into me, stroking me deeply, and I moan low in my throat. Warmth from his chest exudes onto my back as he presses harder against me. I close my eyes and groan feebly as his teeth graze my ear, making a bolt of excitement shoot through me.
“You feel too good. Too tight. Too wet,” he groans, his voice husky and heavy. “I can’t take it. No more playing, Kitten”
Without warning he moves faster, harder, fucking me for real and I just about lose it. Electricity frissons down my spine and mixes with my arousal, creating a dangerous chemical reaction of desperation and need. Jai’s movements speed to a frantic pace and he grunts and growls low in his chest, pushing me towards release as he continues to fuck me. He grips my ass, squeezing with all his might as he continues to thrust in long, quick strokes. Pleasure zips through my body and dances along my spine. I’m quickly falling away from reality. Nothing else matters in this moment; nothing except my desires.
Letting go of my ass, Jai trails a trembling hand over my hip and down between my legs. His breath hitches against my earlobe when my wetness coats his finger as he drags it over my clit, making me shudder. He pulses inside me once, twice, before exhaling in defeat. He’s going to come. He doesn’t have the strength to hold on. I won’t let him. Another shudder shakes my body as his thumb strokes me. I reach between us, pushing his hand away.
“You don’t need help making me come,” I pant, swallowing hard. “Fuck me harder.”
I don’t want the sensation of his calloused thumb to distract me from the feel of his hardness. I desire that more. I desire to be fucked, not rubbed. I don’t need it.
He yanks me back and flicks his hips, forcing his cock deeper. A sharp jolt of pleasure seizes my spine and my entire body stiffens at the feeling once more.
“Too much?” he asks, and I hear the amusement in his tone.
“Not for me.”
He chuckles darkly in the back of his throat as he slowly drags himself back out, leaving only the tip inside me. A shiver makes my thighs tremble as I squeeze the tip of him as tightly as I can. I smirk when he gasps under his breath. Jai grips my jaw and pulls my face to the side, as far as it can possibly go. Then, his lips crash to mine, and he forces my mouth open with his tongue. His kiss sends my head whirling, sucking all rational thought from my brain and the air from my lungs. The thought of him taking everything from me and coming into the latex sleeve that separates our bodies has me leaking everywhere. He trusts again, harder, and I feel him deep inside me, painfully deep. My mouth parts against his to let out a sharp hiss, but he doesn’t care. His mouth devours my hiss and he thrusts again, drawing another from me.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching my back. “Give me more.”
Over and over I beg him until I explode, the spasms in my pussy tightening rhythmically around his cock. That’s all it takes for Jai to find his own release. He groans into my mouth, squeezing my jaw until it hurts. The movement of his hips becomes uneven, powerful still, but uneven. He holds me in place, his tongue caressing my lips for a small eternity afterwards. His body is heavy, but I don’t mind it pressing so protectively against me for the time being.
When the euphoria wears off, that’s when the feeling of humiliation kicks in. It was nice being shameless in public for a little while, but now I’m back to reality with dirt on my face and a semi-erect cock still inside me. It’s not my proudest moment, but at least I feel a lot more relaxed.
Taking his mouth from mine, Jai brushes my hair away from my neck and replaces it with his lips. Heat stokes itself in my stomach as his cock pulses softly inside of me.
“I want you again, Kitten,” he murmurs, his voice holding the alluring tone it did when we were in the bar area. “You fit me so well. I need it again.”
My eyes thin, my lids growing heavy with lust once again. “When?”
Gripping my waist, he slips out of me and turns me around so my back is flush against the wall. Seeing his face so close to mine takes my breath away. To think someone like him, someone so perfect, would want me does crazy things to my body.
“Now. Later on. Tomorrow,” he groans and leans in, bringing
his mouth to mine. “I wish we weren’t here. Your pussy feels so good, I want to taste it too.”
My sex clenches, completely sold on his words. I let my stare fall to his lips...what I wouldn’t give to feel them against my core. “That’s all you want?”
His blue eyes flare and he shakes his head. “I want to rub my cock on your lips, feel it deep in your throat.”
Oh. Sweet. Fuck. Me. Saliva pools under my tongue and I swallow it.
“Every hole you have, I want to claim.” He surges forward and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, smirking when I wince and my knees wobble.
I sigh as the back of his hand caresses my abdomen before slipping between my legs. I inhale sharply and fall against the concrete wall as a jolt of pleasure engulfs me. All I see is Jai’s smile and his heavy lids. It’s a look that promises me ecstasy.
A look that promises me escape.
It’s a look I never thought I’d see on a man like him.
And it’s all for me.
The Pardon
I groan. My head hurts, and not in the same way my vagina does. While a pleasant ache pulses between my thighs, a not-so-pleasant ache throbs over every inch of my skull.
I didn’t drink to get drunk in the bar, but it seems I drank just enough to acquire a hangover.
Oh, joy.
Normally, when I drink enough for a hangover to hit, I walk it off in the fresh air. Here, there is no fresh air. I groan again and force my head up. I blink a few times and wait for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. It’s not quiet in the tunnels. Cheering, roaring and rattling chains echo all around me. It seems more round one fights are occurring just down the tunnel. If my brain had a voice box, it’d scream right about now. Instead, it pulses agonizingly in my skull.
When my sight comes around, I glance down at the body underneath me. I can just make out his face as he watches me back, blinking tiredly. I slept on Jai. Again. I shift a little, but pause when I notice every single inch of our bodies are naked. The only thing that covers us is a large, blue cotton shirt and even then, a big portion of our legs are still exposed. He feels amazing underneath me, his skin as smooth as silk, and muscles firm and safe.
My fingers twitch against his bare chest as silence quickly begins to thicken the air between us. I wonder what he’s thinking. Was it okay for him? Does he want me to go? Does he want to go? Am I too heavy? Question after question filters into my mind and I’m powerless to stop them. This is the curse every woman has to deal with—endless questions that don’t need to be asked. When they’re asked, a shit storm ensues because we’re always given the answer we don’t want. Still, we ask them, don’t we? If we don’t ask, we become paranoid, then depressed, until finally, we morph into all kinds of bat-shit crazy.
I laugh nervously. “This is when the regret settles in, right?”
I don’t want his answer. I don’t want to hear him say he regrets it, because I don’t. Liberation mixes with my shame and it’s confusing me. In a way, I’ve never felt as free in my life as I did when we fucked. It was real, raw and unadulterated. It was my initiation into this new life—however short.
His fingers play along each side of my ribs, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous. The strongest backhands always come from those who caress the softest.
“Do you regret what we did?” he asks, his face betraying no emotion.
“No,” I reply with absolute certainty.
“Good.” He grips my waist and pulls me higher so my lips are in line with his. “Because I want more.”
My breath hitches as the rigidness of his eager cock presses against my inner thigh. Sweet mother of God, I’ve hit the jackpot. I wonder if you can fuck away a hangover. I’ve never tried, but I’m willing to test it out. Opening my legs so I straddle his hips, I lower my mouth to his. He parts his lips, anticipating my kiss. I don’t give it to him. Instead, I drag my tongue along his bottom lip, making something sexy rumble in his chest and vibrate against my nipples. I don’t know what we’re doing or how long it’ll last, but for now, it’s a nice escape. I can almost forget my surroundings with him here to distract me. I slide my fingers up his chest and into his black, spikey hair. I’ve wanted to touch his hair for a while. There’s something sexy about the way it sits all uncaring and unplanned. As I plant my lips on the corner of his mouth, the sound of someone clearing their throat freezes me in my spot, Jai too. I don’t dare look to the entrance. Instead, I let Jai do the honors. When he does, the muscles in his body tighten to maximum point, making my stomach churn.
“Stone. Three days and you’re up,” the man says before he tosses something heavy onto the ground.
Jai pulls the cotton shirt tighter around me, so it wraps and covers most of my privates. With a flick of his hips, I’m on my back with a great portion of flesh showing to the man lingering by the opening. I shuffle on the cot to cover as much as I can while Jai slips into a pair of sweatpants, uncaring that someone else is watching. Embarrassment prickles over the surface of my skin, but it quickly becomes unnoticeable as Jai picks up a heavy, tattered, black punching bag.
It’s time for Jai’s round one.
If he loses, I’m in here by myself.
Suddenly, I understand why that Russian woman in the shower found someone to protect her. It’s dangerous down here. Who’s going to protect me once Jai is gone?
I look to Jai and see his eyes narrow in on the stranger. He watches me, hungrily, his creepy, black stare drinking in each slice of exposed flesh.
“Perhaps you can’t see it through the blue cotton of my shirt,” Jai says, inching closer to the man. “She’s mine, and if you value your eyes in your socket, you’ll show me a little respect.”
I swallow hard, both scared and a little turned on. The man at the door scratches the back of his scruffy head. “She doesn’t look like much of a fighter.”
“Yeah, well, don’t underestimate her. She’ll kick your ass.”
He grins. “I’m sure she will. We’ll see how well she does in three days.”
“Excuse me?” I chime in before Jai has the chance.
“Oh, didn’t I mention it?” He laughs an impish laugh, all while smiling widely. “Your girlfriend fights in three days too. Good luck. You’re gonna need it.”
With a flick of his hand, he turns and leaves, leaving Jai and I staring after him. The heat that once filled my body drains out through my pores, along with my color.
I’m going to fight.
In three days.
I push myself into a sitting position and pull Jai’s blue shirt on over my head before hugging myself tightly.
“You’ll be fine,” he says—or lies, rather.
I’m not going to be fine. I’m the only one down here who doesn’t know how to throw a proper punch. I don’t know how to block or kick—I don’t even know if you can surrender. Strangely, that’s not all that bothers me now. What bothers me most is that in three days’ time...I might not see Jai again. If he wins his fight and I lose, I’m out of here. If he loses and I, by some miracle, win, I’ll be stuck down here all alone. I don’t want either of those things.
“I’m as good as dead,” I utter, tucking my hair behind my ears.
He shakes his head. “I’ll teach you a few things. You’ll be fine.”
“A few things isn’t going to make up for a lifetime of no fighting. All my opponent has to do is push me over and she’s won.”
I let my head fall back against the concrete. I’m done for and I realize I’m closer to going back to my old life than I thought.
“Kitten—”
“Enough with the Kitten,” I snap, raking my fingers through my hair. “I don’t want to feel weaker than I already am.”
Jai turns his large body in my direction. His eyes are dark, his lips pursed into a thin line. All of his features say ‘don’t fuck with me’ and I don’t.
“It’s my fault you’re down here so it’s my job to take care of you, Kitten. You’ve got this round in th
e bag; I know you do.”
“And if I win and you get your money? Then what am I to you?”
It’s a question that has burned inside me for a few days now. Once I don’t owe him anything, what happens? He has his own plans down here; he wants to find his brother. There’s no way he’s going to choose me over his family.
“This”—He gestures between us—“isn’t about the money.”
“Oh really?” I spit, rolling my eyes. “What’s it about?”
His eyes scrunch at the corners as they thin. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say what I said hurt him.
“You don’t believe me?”
I want to, but ten thousand dollars is a lot of money. I’d sell my kidney for ten thousand and maybe throw in my first born, too. “No.”
He nods, slowly, as if he doesn’t know how to process what I said. It makes me feel strange, watching him.
“You know what? I was going to wait until your first round to tell you, but since you’re so sure I’m an asshole, now’s the perfect time to reveal I don’t want the money back.”
My eyes widen and my heart inflates in my chest, limiting my breathing capacity. I didn’t see that coming.
“Why?”
“Because I fucking have money. I have lots of it—more than I know what to do with. Would the ten grand have helped me down here? Sure, but you need it more than I do.”
I feel odd sitting here in his T-shirt and having this argument with him. I don’t know how I should handle it...Are we friends? Are we more? Are we nothing, just two people being human? This whole time I’d thought he wanted his money back, but this morning he’s singing a different tune. Is it a result of the time we spent together yesterday, chatting and being carefree, or was it the sex? Was it that good? It has to be something. He saved my life—he doesn’t owe me anything, yet here he is, willing to temporarily throw his cause out the window to make my life easier.
“I’m a stranger to you. Why would you want to help me?”
Jai turns so I can’t see his face, only the rigid muscles in his back. I know the stance. I’m not getting an answer out of him and it makes me nervous. Does he actually want to help me, or does he have some kind of secondary motive? I’d like to think I can trust Jai, but something is holding me back. It could be the atmosphere, the situation, that’s preventing me from trusting him...or maybe it takes more than a pretty face to fool me. The shrink I saw a few times earlier this year would chalk it up to mommy and daddy issues. He’d claim I was finding it difficult, accepting the fact someone cares about me when the two people who were meant to didn’t.