I waved off the media and grabbed her hand, pulling her along with me. I heard her call back to her friend that she would see her later, and I hoped that she understood how much later that was going to be. She’d shown up in a cute little cocktail dress, the black fabric hugging the tops of her thighs. I licked my lips as I thought about bending her over my lap, my hand touching her warm flesh covered by the thin fabric that restrained it. I couldn’t believe she had come.
We walked back into the locker rooms. None of the rookies were here anymore and the place was empty. I turned and shut the door behind her with a loud crack.
“What are you doing here?”
She looked surprised herself. “I don’t really know. I just wanted to see you again.”
“You know there’s a hundred girls out there who come to see me every fight.”
“But how many of them have you brought back here? It looks pretty empty to me.”
“You just left the other night. You hardly said thank you.”
She looked embarrassed. “I wanted to, but I didn’t know how. What do you mean I just left? We were never supposed to be together in the first place.”
“But I wanted you to stay.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I never told girls what I really wanted, except in bed.
She looked surprised. “You never said that.”
I pushed my body against hers and lifted her hands up next to her head intertwining my fingers into hers. “I’m telling you now.”
She chewed on her lower lip seductively, drawing me into her. I could feel my cock rising, desperate to get under that dress.
“Don’t tell me, show me.”
“You shouldn’t have said that.”
Her blue eyes were filled with hungry lust—I could see myself reflected in them. “Show me.”
Done.
NINE
BERKLEY
Dillon shoved me back against the concrete wall, the scratches of the bricks giving me chills. He assaulted my mouth with his own, and his hands massaged my tits. He began kissing his way down my body, unzipping the back of my dress and blowing hot air onto my panties that shot heat straight through to my pussy. The dress fell to the floor and he licked a trail from my panty line up to my breasts, stopping only to circle his tongue in and around my belly button.
Unclasping my bra, he put one of my taut nipples in his mouth.
“Oh, Dillon,” I moaned.
He chuckled slightly, his lips still on my breast, and I couldn’t take not touching him anymore. I ran my fingers over his head, but he pulled away.
“I don’t think so, Berkley,” he said with a smirk. “I’m in charge here.”
He flipped me round so that my breasts were against the wall, kneeled down, and began nibbling and licking my ass cheeks, running his hands all over me.
Standing up, he pulled my hair to the side and attacked my neck, sucking and kissing it until I was sure there’d be a bruise. He turned my head back towards him, and lightly licked my top lip to get me to open up and let him push his tongue in.
Our lips met feverishly, and all the passion I had been feeling was unloaded into that kiss.
He spun me back around so that I was facing him and ran his hands lightly down my legs, and lingering just a sec over my soaking wet mound.
The teasing was pure torture. While my legs distracted him, I kneeled down and began tugging at his shorts, licking my lips as I went.
“What did I say,” he began, but before he could finish his sentence, his cock was out and into my mouth.
“Ahh!” he hissed.