Brawler (21 page)

“I’m Rafe,” he says, towering over Ben. “The guy she’s serious with. Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m Ben Freeman,” he starts. “The guy she’s studied with for the last two years.” Turning his look at me, he practically spits fire at me “This guy, Macy? Seriously? The guy you tazed? You really know how to pick them, I’ll give you that.”

“We gonna have a problem here, Ben? My woman says no, it’s no. You best get that or you find yourself another study partner, feel me?”

“No problem, Rafe,” he sneers. “No problem at all.”

Looking around, he narrows his eyes from Jonas to me before walking back to his table. Jonas turns to take my hand when Ben makes an already tense situation worse.

“Are we still attending the banquet together, or are you going to drop the ball on that too?” he throws at me.

Looking at Jonas, he nods, giving me the green light to play it my way. I agreed to go with him months ago, long before Jonas, knowing Briggs would never go. The events are boring and stuffy, so we both decided not to make others suffer along with us and go together.

“I’m still in,” I tell him. “We’ll talk details soon, okay? And another day to study, since today didn’t pan out.”

Not saying a word he goes back to his studies, effectively dismissing us, and for me, not one fuck was given.

S
he wants to train alone with me today. How do I say no to that? I’m gonna take any chance I have to put my hands all over her, but mostly it’s because she says she’ll give me all she’s got, and I want to see exactly what she’s made of. So instead of hitting Russell, we head to the basement. Since finding her in one, I’m not a fan of her being down here, but it’s where my workout room is, and she insisted, so the basement it is. Not gonna lie, my man cave is pretty badass. Never got around to a flat screen, furniture, or any shit like that, but it has a sick workout room and bathroom I put in a few years ago.

Since she’s been in my life I haven’t been home long enough to use it, and until I got back down here, I didn’t realize how much I missed it. Detroit basements ain’t like the shit in newer homes. The ceilings ain’t real high, but I moved beams around to make it so I fit. Best part is its all original cinderblock, which means it stays at a good temperature year round. My house ain’t big, but its home, and I got a lot of memories here. She tells me her place was where she was raised, and based on that, I figured she didn’t have good memories there, so my plan is to help her make new memories here, in mine.

When she floats down the steps and I get a good look at her, I actually forget to breathe. Tight black pants, wife beater, shoes, and a pony tail was all it took to get my dick hard. Rubbing my hand over my face, then my cock, I stood there frozen until she kissed me then started looking around.

Watching her run her hands over my equipment, touching everything, I make fists to keep from tackling her and fucking her on my basement floor. That ass. I could write stories about that ass. Then I decide since there’s two things I really enjoy, fucking her being one and fighting being the other, that taking her off-guard is the way to go.

I attack while her back is turned. The second she realizes my intent her body language shifts. The second she breaks my hold and takes a fighter’s stance I see my Princess vacate the premises and see someone else take her place.

“It’s like that?” she asks, rolling her neck from side to side, allowing it to crack twice.

“It’s like that.”

“Let’s do this.” Now normally I’d take that as an invitation to try and get in her pants but, if I’m lucky and don’t beat her to bad, that comes later. I’ll even let her be on to —

I didn’t even get to finish my thought before she is on me. By on me, I mean throwing hooks and jabs like Holyfield. I feint and dodge – barely - but she keeps coming so fast, all I can do is play defense. She spins to take me on my right, but I block her throwing my own jab and she ducks easily.

We circle each other. She ain’t smiling, and neither am I. This shit right here is serious; she ain’t playing, and I won’t be played.

“You move fast for a cop.”

“That’s because I’m a detective; got a certificate that says so and everything.”

“Like what you see?” she says, catching me staring at her tits.

“Not like you could hide them, Princess.”

“I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face, cop.”

“You can try, Dolly, but you ain’t gonna succeed.”

“Dolly?”

“Pardon,” I say smiling.

“Parton.”

“What?” I ask her, confused because everyone knows who Dolly Pardon is.

“Stop talking.”

“Make me,” I dare her. When she comes at me, I see her strategy, and I also set out to show her it ain’t gonna work. Grabbing her right arm, my intent is to bring it up in a lock behind her back to teach her a break, but since she obviously knows that already, she doesn’t appreciate my lesson. When she breaks and swings she connects directly with my jaw, causing me to stumble back.

Fuck. That hurt.

Connecting my eyes with hers, I see she’s shocked she hit me. Once I have full use of my mouth again, I’ll tell her it was a clean hit. But that time ain’t now. She’s shaken, and I need to keep her shaken. I advance, she retreats, and when I make a grab for her and expose my back, instantly I’m disappointed when she doesn’t take advantage, especially since we’ve been over this before.

Turning back to let her have it for being a pussy, I’m shocked when she’s right behind me. She grins, connects, and then she’s on top of me, one hand on my throat and the other squeezing my balls. Hard.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” she says, not easing up on my sac even a little bit.

“S’okay,” I wheeze, then I try to say “Let go,” but it comes out as “Leggo.” She shakes her head no, then starts rubbing my cock instead.

“Did you just spar with a hard on?” she asks, giggling, but I’m praying my balls drop back down by morning.

“Hard not to with your tits bouncing all over,” I groan. “Good thing I don’t tangle with females too often, or I’d get my ass kicked a lot, although might not be a bad thi —”

“Do not finish that sentence,” she growls, leaning in. “The only tits you watch bounce are mine, are we clear?”

“Diamond.”

“Crystal,” she says, rolling her eyes.

“Who the fuck is Crystal?” I ask, but I see she’s getting agitated. “You’re rubbing my cock, Dolly. I don’t know any Crystal, so you’re getting pissy for nothing. It’s your cock, you can rub it, suck it, squeeze it, blow —”

“Jonas.”

“Woman, you’ve got my life in your hands, literally. You really wanna talk now?”

“Jonas,” she says again, and now I’m getting cranky.

“If you’re wanting a conversation on the basement floor just knock me out now, please. My cock can’t take it.”

Crawling off of me, I’m pretty sure I may have pouted. She reaches down and offers me her hand.

“Get up,” she orders me, and without taking her help, I get up like a big boy so I can go pout in a cold shower.

“Going somewhere?”

“Yeah,” I tell her. “To ice my balls.”

“Oh,” she says, looking over her shoulder. “Since you decided on this celibacy thing, I wanted to blow you on that weight bench first, but I can take a rain check.”

I drop my water bottle and just stare at her, then at my bench, at her, then back at the bench again. Blow me? Hell yes that beats curls, dead lifting, and a cold shower any damn day. Even better is if she’s blowing me
on
my weight bench. Thank fuck I have a weight bench; best investment I’ve ever made, and I’ve only got four payments left, too. When she walks over to it, peels the beater off followed by her sports bra and tosses both on the floor, I’m sunk. But it gets better. She kicks her shoes off, peels each sock off, shimmies her pants down slow, then straddles the bench, but leaves her thong on. I can’t feel my tongue, pretty sure it’s numb. She’s a vision in front of me, and with the mirror behind her, she’s the best wet dream a guy could ask for. When she leans forward on her elbows, calls me over by crooking her finger, it takes me several attempts to move. But thank fuck my feet start working and I finally do, because, I am about to watch her blow me in the mirror, and that’s a fucktastic first.

H
e’s speechless.

That’s a first. Any other time I’d find this funny, but not now. He looks frozen, but then seems to snap out of it. He also seems to be mesmerized by the mirror. So much so that he’s just staring and not picking up on my cues. Scooting even further forward, I fight back a chuckle. He’s so fucking gorgeous and excited right now that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

I’m hungry. I want him in my mouth, crammed down the back of my throat, completely at my mercy, and I want him to want it as much as I do.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groans, causing me to blink.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

“Every word.”

“Oops,” I giggle, which makes him groan again. “Drop the joggers, Jonas.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, dropping his pants then shuffling forward. “Get ready for me.”

“I am, so come fill my mouth,” I order him, but when he just stands there, I start to lose my courage a bit. “Jonas?”

“On your knees,” he growls. “Ass in the air, Princess.”

“Yes, sir.” I obey, positioning myself on the bench with my ass up high.

Wasting no time with a warm up, I grab his cock, fluff it up several times, then guide it into my open mouth. Latching on, I work him deep with the juice in my mouth. He gets in there good, too. Grabbing my hair, thrusting, grinding, and finding his rhythm. Glancing up, I see he’s still focused on the mirror, so since he is so deep in thought I decide to take this blow job to the next level, and if all goes well, it will blow up in my face. (See what I did there?)

Working him fast and tight, he’s groaning, growling, and when I let go with a pop he almost falls over. Straddling the bench I pull him closer, facing the mirror in front of me.

“Princess?”

“I’m going to give you the most amazing anatomy lesson ever, Jonas,” I whisper, jerking him off from behind. When his head falls forward I move in even closer. “Will you promise to listen?”

“Yeah,” he groans, wanting to switch places, but my position behind him won’t allow it.

Moving around to face him, I sit on the bench while his chest is flush with my face. Taking him in my left hand I start stroking him, and just like that he’s right back with me.

“Jonas,” I start. “Look at me.” When he does, I smile, but he groans. “You’re going to finish in my mouth, down my throat just like I said but,” I say leveling him with my stare, “you’re going to do this while I’m milking your prostate.”

“Repeat that.”

“You’re going to come with my mouth on your cock and my finger up your ass.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Jonas,” I say. “It’s a medically proven fact this can be highly pleasurable. Can we just try?”

“How do you
try
to put your finger in someone’s ass, Princess? It’s either up there, or it isn’t. Let’s be real here, you have long fucking digits, and I don’t know if — ah fuck.”

Shutting him up, I take him to the back of my throat. Sucking as deep as I ever have, cupping his balls, grabbing his ass and pulling him flush with my face, I suck and swallow until my jaw aches with it.

“Harder,” he growls. “Fuck! It’s too good.”

Breaking away again, I look up at his menacing face and make him a promise. “It could be even better if, you trust me.”

Closing his eyes, he nods. Pulling him back to me, I start sucking and swallowing again. Working him up so he won’t think about it, and then he starts giving orders. “Explain it to me,” he asks. “While you do it, talk to me.”

That’s fair, I say to myself. I mean really, it’s not like I’ve ever done this. I just heard about it. Giving my jaw a break, I work him with one hand and guide to kneel on all fours, and then my lesson begins in earnest.

“A males prostate has a G-spot,” I begin. “Not too dissimilar from women, just a different location. The benefit of having longer fingers like I do is that,” I say, leaning in to whisper in his ear while jerking him harder, “I can reach it.”