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.
I slid him deeply into my mouth, to the point where his dick hit the back of my throat. I hummed a little, making his balls vibrate with pleasure.
He put one hand behind me, gripping the wall, as I pulled him out of my mouth slightly, lightly licking and playing with the tip. I nibbled slightly on it, biting gently on his soft spot underneath before shoving him back inside my mouth and sucking hard and fast.
“You have to stop or I’m gonna come,” Dillon nearly shouted.
I began tugging on his balls and pulled him deeper and faster into my mouth. I could feel him tighten up, and then he emptied himself into my throat.
I stood up, feeling pretty proud of myself, and scanned the floor for my dress.
“You think this is over?” he growled.
I looked over at him, and he was already half-mast again. He pulled me towards him and pushed my underwear down. His fingers were inside my pussy before I even had a chance to respond. He twirled them in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit the entire time. Just as I was about to climax, he pulled them out of me, and put them into his mouth.
“Mm, you taste good.” He grinned before kissing me, hard, so I could taste my own juices on his lips.
He put three fingers back into me, and began pumping them back and forth inside me. My wetness ran down his hand, and he moved his thumb from my clit to my ass, lightly running his finger around the hole. I had never done this before, but it felt forbidden and good.
“You like this?” he asked.
I nodded, so he took his fingers out of my pussy, and then slid one into my ass. The fullness of just one finger made me gasp.
The moisture from my pussy on his fingers allowed him to slide two fingers inside my rosebud.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, and that made him smile.
He leaned down, and, with his fingers still in my ass, began licking my clit. The combination of the two sensations brought me close to orgasm. He stuck his tongue inside me, and began tongue fucking my pussy, and fingering my other hole at the same time.
“I’m so close!” I gasped, and he began to move even faster, which caused my orgasm to explode on his tongue.
He stood up, and mashed my mouth onto his. Our tongues danced furiously, and I could feel his erection pressing against my bare thigh.
Not removing his lips from mine, he lifted me up and pressed me against the wall, slamming his cock into me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, and he began to pound. My back scraped against the wall, but it felt good in a sadistic sort of way. There was nothing for me to grab onto behind me, so I wrapped my legs around his torso, gripped his thick shoulders, and let him take me for a ride.
He lifted me higher and pushed deeper into me, repeatedly hitting my g-spot.
“Oh, Dillon!” I screamed out.
That only made him go faster, pumping and fucking me harder and faster. Just as I was about to reach my second orgasm, he abruptly pulled out… again.
“Dude, what the hell?” I asked.
He didn’t respond, just flipped me around so that my hands were braced against the wall this time, and slid back into me, tugging on my dark strands.
I bent all the way over and moved my hands down to my ankles, which forced him into me even deeper.
He groaned, and began a frenzied pump, slamming his cock into me over and over. I pulled one of my hands up from my ankle, and began rubbing my clit in tune with his cock.
He turned us around so that his back was against the brick, and so I could take over for a bit. I began slowly and agonizingly sliding him in and out of me, stopping just for a second with only his tip inside me.
“I give you control, and this is what you do?” he asked. “Fuck it.”
He picked me back up, and slammed into me, furiously pumping. I laid my hand on my clit, and fingered myself to the same rhythm. I could feel my orgasm building.
“Oh, shit!” I yelled, and came so hard that I couldn’t feel my legs for a good two minutes.
Dillon slammed into me twice more, and then I felt him spill himself inside me.
As we parted, I found my underwear and slipped them back on. Someone could come in at any moment. I had never done something like this before. I didn’t want to get caught now, but hell if it didn’t feel good.
I wrangled my body back into the little black dress that had gotten me into this situation. Naomi had been right—it was a total winner. Dillon threw on a t-shirt and his shorts and picked up his bag, but something fell onto the floor. I reached down to pick it up as I was putting my heels back on. It was a business card for another gym with a handwritten number on the back.
“What’s this? I thought you only fought here?” I had to admit I didn’t really know much about the fighting world. Maybe he fought at a bunch of different gyms.
He snatched it out of my hands. “That’s none of your concern.”
“What does that mean? Why are you being weird? If we’re doing something here, I need to know what you’re involved with.”
He shook his head at me. “You know nothing about what I’m involved in.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, “Then tell me. I want to get to know you, not just sleep with you.” It was true. I wanted everything Dillon had to offer, good and bad.
He crumpled up the card in his hands. “You want to know what this is all about? Underground fighting. No rules, huge rewards. This guy wants me to fight this weekend and make ten thousand dollars.”
I remembered Josh saying something about underground fighting and how it was super dangerous. “So will your manager be there? Or is this something unrelated?”
“No, he won’t be there.”
“Does he know you will be?”
He didn’t look happy having to answer my questions. Figured he probably didn’t answer to anyone.
“I haven’t made that decision yet. I’ve a lot of other shit going on that you don’t know about.”
I put my hands on my hips, taking a confident stance. “Like what?”
I could see the thoughts swirling around in his mind as mixed emotions crossed his features, but he didn’t respond right away.
“You know what? I think this was a mistake. I’m used to being on my own, and better that way. You’re better off without me anyway.” He looked at me with disdain.
I had just had mind blowing hot sex with him not five minutes ago and he was brushing me off? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What the hell does that mean?”
He gave me a steely glare. “It means that you should just go. And forget about tonight, just forget about me. I can make my own decisions, I don’t need someone else to dictate my life.”
I protested, “If that’s what you think I’m doing…”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing. And I don’t need it.” He opened the metal door and extended his hand for me to go through it. Long gone was the mysterious fighter from the pizza shop, and in his place was a much more demanding, self-preserving man. He looked directly at me as I walked past him, completely unaffected by how he had hurt me. He didn’t care, that was clear. I would have to learn how to not care either.