The ring became small, and only what was right in front of me was all that was in my view. All of the background noise became dull and distant. My breathing and my heartbeat were the only sounds I could hear, and they were almost deafening.
She threw a right cross, missing me completely. Her left jab fell short.
I looked her in the eyes.
She seemed distant. Confused. Uncertain.
You’re hurt, huh?
Well, hold still, I’ve got something for you.
I crowded her, pummeling her with everything I had. She provided nothing in response, unless stumbling into the ropes was her defense. While I continued to pound her mid-section and face with repeated rights and lefts, the referee stepped in.
He grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Are you alright?”
She nodded.
Not for long.
I cocked my right hand. The referee released her and stepped away.
I shuffled my left foot forward, moved my right back slightly, and twisted my right shoulder back. Pivoting on the ball of my right foot just like the old man said, I lifted my heel and threw the punch hard, bringing the power of my chest first and pivoting my hips right behind it.
The punch hit her square in the jaw.
She flew into the ropes, sprung forward, and fell to the mat face-first.
I glared down at her.
If you know what’s good for you, you won’t even try to get up.
The referee rushed between us, turned her over, and looked down.
She didn’t move.
He waved his arms over her.
The fight was over.
Fuck yes.
I’d beaten the unbeatable by a knockout.
With my hands held high over my head, and feeling like I was floating well above the clouds, I rushed to the corner.
Ripp was dancing some weird victory dance, and Ethan was waving his hands in the air cheering. I spit out my mouthpiece. “I did it. I knocked her out. I’m on my way to being a bad ass.”
I had never felt so much pride in my life.
Ripp stopped dancing. “God damn, you dropped that girl like a bad habit.”
I pressed my forearms into the sides of my head and pushed my headgear up. “Sure did.”
“Great fight, Jaz,” Ethan said.
“Thanks.”
My eyes darted around the edge of the ring, looking for Kelsey. Thirty feet away, walking toward the offices, the back of his white shirt and his gray hair were unmistakable.
I didn’t care if he liked me or not, I was at least going to force him to remember me. “Kelsey!” I shouted.
He stopped and turned around.
“Thanks,” I screamed.
Without acknowledging what I said, he turned around, raised his right hand high in the air, and flipped me the bird.
I love you, too.
SIXTEEN
Jaz
Day fifty.
Ethan was fighting, and he assured me he was fighting to win this time. Ripp and I were watching it together, and it seemed he had his doubts in Ethan’s ability to win.
“This kid Ethan’s fighting is a beast,” Ripp said. “He should have gone pro two years ago.”
“Why hasn’t he?” I asked.
“I think he likes hurting people.”
Ethan stood in the center of the ring, taking instructions from the referee. I was excited to see him fight, and if his prediction was correct, I knew it might cause Ripp to give him a little credit. He predicted a knockout, and we placed a bet on it. If he lost, we weren’t having sex for a week. If he won, he got to have sex, on my terms. If he knocked him out, he got the sex of his choosing. Hoping he wasn’t mistaken about the knockout, I stood excitedly at the edge of the ring.
Ripp folded his arms in front of his chest and sighed. “I’d like to slap the shit out of Ethan’s trainer. He’s a fuckin’ idiot.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Fuckin’ Brockman? Because he is,” he said. “He’s picked some fights for Ethan that he shouldn’t have. Ethan’s got a fucked up record now.”
I wanted to tell him the truth, but I was sworn to secrecy. “Well, maybe he can redeem himself tonight. We’ve been sparring in my living room.”
He shot me a crazy look. “You what?”
I grinned. “Sparring. Ethan and me. Maybe he’s picked up on a few of my tips.”
“You’re fuckin’ kiddin’, right?”
I shook my head.
The bell rang. “Good luck, Babe,” I shouted.
Ripp glared. “Babe?”
I shrugged.
“You two are fuckin’?”
“Shh, the fight started.”
Ripp grumbled something and turned to face the ring.
Ethan’s opponent was built just like him. Tall, with long arms and covered in muscle, he looked like a lean version of Ripp. His head was shaved, he was covered in homemade tattoos, and he had a tuft of hair on his chin.
He and Ethan clenched in the center of the ring, and Ethan shoved him off, swinging an uppercut as they parted. The punch barely missed. Seeing Ethan fight was a huge turn-on, and even if he lost, there was no doubt I’d be so horny at the end of the fight that I wouldn’t be able to make it until morning without having Ethan fuck me.
“God damn,” Ripp said, still focused on the fight. “If that would have connected…”
His opponent came at him with a barrage of punches, connecting many of them to Ethan’s mid-section. A right cross from Ethan landed on his opponent’s eye, sending him stumbling.
“This is a fucking fight,” Ripp announced excitedly.
Yeah, it sure is. My pussy’s loving it.
“It looks like it.”
With every muscle in his body taught, Ethan continued to swing power punches at his opponent, connecting half of what he was throwing.
“Ethan’s a slugger. He’s fast and unpredictable. If he could just focus,” Ripp said. “He’d be a good fighter.”
“You think he’s a bad fighter?”
“He ain’t bad, he just needs some direction.”
Ripp no more than spoke, and Ethan connected a hard right cross in the face of his opponent, knocking him back several feet.
“Holy shit, he’s got him on his fuckin’ heels,” Ripp shouted as the man stumbled to regain his footing.
Ethan advanced toward him, and as soon as he was within arm’s reach, swung an uppercut directly into his chin. The powerful punch sent his head back like it was on a swivel.
The fighter’s legs gave out and he fell down to the mat, hard.
“Holy shit. He ain’t gettin’ up from that,” Ripp said.
The referee waived his hands over the unconscious fighter, signaling the end of the fight. The entire thing lasted no more than a minute and a half.
I was soaked.
“Great fight, Babe!” I shouted.
“Back to the Babe thing,” Ripp said. “What the fuck’s going on there? You two dating?”
I shrugged.
“You don’t know?”
“I don’t think we’re dating. We’re just hanging out. And fucking,” I said with a laugh.
Ripp raised his hand between us. “I’ve heard enough.”
“No fuckin’ on fight nights,” he said, his eyes still fixed on the ring.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Sex’ll make ya weak. No fight night fuckin’.”
“It loosens me up.”
“No. Fight. Night. Fuckin’.”
“Fine.”
Ethan went to his corner, and talked to his trainer, waiting for the other fighter to be able to stand up. So far, he had yet to get up on his feet.
“So, Ethan’s trainer is a dumb ass, huh?”
“Sure is,” Ripp responded.
“Why don’t you train him?” I asked.
“Haven’t got time.” Ripp said. “But if he keeps fightin’ like this, I might make time.”
Ethan commende
d the challenger and walked to our side of the ring.
“Great punch,” Ripp said.
“Thanks.”
“Looked good. Keep that shit up, and you just might make a champion.”
“Appreciate it.”
Ethan locked eyes with me. “So…”
“So…what?”
His excitement was apparent. I wasn’t sure if it was about winning the fight or earning the right to fuck me any way he wanted. “You ready to go?” he asked.
“Something going on I need to know about?” Ripp asked.
“We made a bet,” I said.
Ripp cocked an eyebrow. “What was it? The bet?”
Ethan shook his head.
“It’s okay, he knows,” I said.
Ethan stared in apparent disbelief. “Oh.”
I turned toward Ripp. “Ethan said he was going to knock the guy out. I didn’t believe him. So we bet. Sex any way he wants it if he knocked him out. And, he knocked him out. So…” I shrugged. “I guess anything goes.”
Ripp stared at me for a moment, shifted his eyes to Ethan, and then back to me. “You serious?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
He looked at Ethan. “Step on her head. It’s the best shit ever.”
What the fuck?
Ethan chuckled. “What?”
“Head steppin’,” Ripp said straight faced. He glanced in my direction. “Plug your ears, Jaz.”
I scrunched my nose. “Seriously?”
He nodded.
I covered my ears with my hands, but not so much I couldn’t hear. I focused on the two boxers sparring in the far ring and listened in secrecy.
While I watched the two men fight, Ripp began to explain. “Bend her over, like over the couch or somethin’ low. Get behind her and, you know, start goin’ at it. Then, lift up your right foot, stretch it up there, and step down on her head. Right at the base of where the head’s attached to the neck, and just mash her head into bed or the couch or whatever while your cock’s inside of her. Havin’ your leg all stretched out like that’ll get you in there real deep. And somethin’ about havin’ their head stepped on really turns ‘em on. Then, while you’re stompin’ her head, just fuck the hell out of her. You’ll both love it.”
Holy shit, that sounds hot as hell.
“No shit?” Ethan asked.
“If I’m lyin’, I’m dyin’. Best sex ever. My Ol’ Lady loves it. I give her that shit about once a week. Hell, even Dekk fucks his Ol’ Lady like that?”
“No shit?”
“Motherfucker, I already told you once. I ain’t lyin’. Try it.”
I was already soaking wet from watching Ethan fight. Now, thinking about having Ethan fuck me while he stepped on my head?
I. Was. Soaked.
I stared off in the distance, acting none the wiser while my pussy continued to remind me of what was to come.
“So you ready to go?” Ethan asked.
I continued to stare, my ears covered tightly with my hands.
“Jaz! You ready to go?” Ethan shouted.
I uncovered my ears and turned around. “Huh?”
“You ready?”
I was so excited to get home and try it I could barely contain myself. Hell, I was ready for him to stomp on my head right then and there, but I knew I needed to hide my excitement. “Yeah,” I said in an apathetic tone. “Sure am.”
Ethan jumped from the ring. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“Have fun,” Ripp said over his shoulder with a laugh.
“He’s going to step on my head and shove me full of cock,” I blurted. “How could that not be fun?”
Ripp’s eyes bulged. “You listened?”
Shit, I said that out loud, didn’t I?
“Sorry,” I said. “It’s just part of being a girl. We don’t like secrets.”
Ripp shrugged and laughed. “Have fun. I gotta get. I’ve got my own business to take care of.”
“See you tomorrow.”
“Hopefully not with a sore neck,” he said.
“Can’t make any promises,” I said, motioning toward Ethan’s shoes. “He’s got huge feet.”
“You know what they say about guys with huge feet,” Ripp said with a laugh.
“I do,” I said, craning my neck to the side as if it were sore. “And it’s true.”
SEVENTEEN
Jaz
Day fifty.
“You don’t think he was kidding, do you?” Ethan asked.
I really didn’t care. Kidding or not, head stepping was a great fucking idea, and I was disappointed that I hadn’t thought of it before Ripp told us about it. “No. I’m sure he was being truthful, why?”
“I uhhm. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” I narrowed my eyes and stared back at him as I unbuttoned my jeans. “I’ll let you know if I’m in more pain than I can handle.”
“You sure?”
I coughed out a laugh as I pushed my jeans down my thighs. “Yeah.”
The intensity of my pussy’s desire to have Ethan step on my head and fuck me diminished somewhat on the drive back to my apartment. It wasn’t that I no longer wanted it – because I really did – but my once soaking wet pussy didn’t seem to share what was left of my mind’s sexual interest.
He pushed down his sweats and sighed. “Okay.”
“I’m gonna need you to talk dirty to me for a minute,” I said. ‘Before we get started.”
Kissing and sweet talk never really did much for me, but a good dirty talker could take me from nothing to nympho in seconds.
“How dirty?”
Dirty talk was something we hadn’t discussed, but our first – and only – sexual encounter was kind of an unplanned combination of boxing and fucking that just happened. There really wasn’t the time – or need – for him to talk dirty to me.
Now it was a different story. Being talked dirty to during sex wasn’t something that I necessarily required, but it sure seemed to help matters along.
Being a woman was difficult work. Trying to make sense of my pre-period emotions, my mind’s need to have a man be rough with me during sex, and my constant – and often insatiable – desire to have sex, was close to impossible. In the end, I rarely understood my sexual self, I simply chose to embrace my odd yearnings as being part of who I was.
“Dirty as fuck.” I pulled my tee shirt over my head and reached for the clasp of my bra. “Smash your mouth against my ear and tell me how you’re going to step on my head and stuff me full of cock. And anything else you want to say, just make it dirty. You can come up with something, can’t you?”
Standing in front of me completely naked, he shrugged “Yeah,” he said in a somewhat derisive tone.
He wasn’t very convincing, but then again, he wasn’t much of a talker – and he was much less of a braggart.
“Well, get to it.” I chuckled and tossed my bra on the floor. “I’m ready.”
In a few quick steps, he was at my side with his hand on my neck, gripping it firmly. He positioned himself behind me, pulled me into his chest, and breathed against my ear. “I’m going to shove you so full of cock that you’re going to remember it each time you sit down for the next week.”
Fuck yes, that’s it.
His mouth moved down my neck, dragging his teeth along my skin until he came to a stop right above my shoulder. He then bit into my flesh, sending shivers down my spine as he did so.
Holy. Shit.
He pressed his lips to my ear. “You want me to give you a little bit of my thick cock?”
I was soaked. I regretted ever doubting his ability to talk dirty to me. I mumbled my response, but it still didn’t come easy. “Uh huh,” I murmured.
“Too bad,” he breathed into my ear. “Because I’m not giving you a little bit, I’m gonna give you all of it.”
Dear God.
He’d done it. I was past primed, and stood on shaking legs. With his chest pressed against my back and his hand stil
l firm on my neck, he pushed me toward the loveseat. As my legs came into contact with the front edge of the cushion, he forced my head down, causing me to bend at the waist.
I eagerly bent over, exposing myself fully to him and his wishes. His foot kicked against the inside of my feet, reminding me to spread my legs a little further, allowing his massive cock entry into my willing wetness.
I felt the tip press against my sensitive lips. As he slowly began to penetrate me, I inhaled a choppy breath. Then, he pushed himself deep, causing me to exhale sharply at the feeling of being filled completely with is girth.
“I’m going to stretch this tight little pussy of yours out a little bit so I can fuck it.”
Please do.
He released my neck and gripped my ass in his hands, spreading it wide as he pulled himself from within me. I felt his thumbs on the onside of my thighs, right beside my swollen mound. With slightly more force, he spread me wider. Then, all of him came rushing in, one thick inch at a time.
I gasped.
After a few slow strokes of his long thick shaft, I felt myself approaching climax.
It couldn’t be. It had only been a few minutes and a few strokes.
His hands spread my ass cheeks apart, and his cock stretched my pussy with each stroke. I felt the tip of his cock bottom out and lunged forward, sending my head into the back cushion.
A slight tingling began to run through me.
Fuck yes. Spread it wide.
He pressed his hand against the back of my head as he continued to fuck me. I felt his weight shift slightly, and his cock twisted inside of me. And then…
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
His foot pressed into the back of my head, forcing my face into the cushion of the couch while his cock found space within me that I had no idea existed. Whatever was happening was redefining sex as far as I knew it. The tip of his cock was in an all-new place, and I never wanted it to leave.
“Oh Jesus. Right. There,” I gasped.
With his right thigh hovering over my back, and his left foot on the floor, it was similar to having scissor sex. The depth of his cock was insane, and the feeling was immense, yet extremely pleasurable.
His foot pressed into the base of my skull was the icing on top of the sexual cake.
Although it was exactly what I wanted, I felt helpless and small – like I was being fucked by a powerful giant of a man.