My fiancé.
My soon-to-be husband.
The crowd starts to chant, “Kiss, kiss, kiss,” and we both turn our heads to look as they continue to do so.
Zia laughs, turning to face me. “Well, we better give them what they want.” Dragging me down, he kisses me hard in front of everyone, and over the applause, his words reach me. “Now, take me home, champion. It’s time for your reward.”
I ignore the after-party, the celebrations, friends, and family. Nothing matters but getting Zia somewhere so I can be inside of him. He must feel the same way because he’s almost breathless when we hit the dressing room. I shut the door and lock everyone else out.
As he backs away from me, Zia’s smirk grows as he reaches up and carefully undoes the scarf around his neck. The ring on his fingercatches the light as he reaches back and unzips the corset at the bottom of his shirt, slipping free of it so he’s in nothing but wide-legged pants and designer shoes. I can barely think as I watch him. My chest is still heaving, my eyebrow is still bleeding, and I’m covered in sweat, but I can’t hold back. I advance on him like he’s my prey, but we both know it’s the other way around.
He backs up against the metal lockers and leans there, that cocky smirk in place as I approach him, not stopping until I’m pressed against him. I’m ruining his designer clothes, but neither of us cares as he arches into me.
“Doesn’t this remind you of the time when I found you in the locker room?” he teases before biting my lip. “Show me what you wish you could have done back then. Fuck me, champion, and take your reward.”
My hand snaps out, grabbing his throat and pushing him back into the lockers, but he just laughs until I dig my teeth into his neck like a feral animal. He hisses, hitting me, and when he manages to stop me, he’s glaring and I’m grinning at the mark on his neck. Every interview and picture will show exactly what I was doing with my future husband, and it fills me with glee. His eyes narrow, and then I’m shoved back into the opposite lockers and he’s on me.
“You want to play dirty, baby? Let’s play dirty,” he growls.
His tongue slides down my chest, licking away my sweat, then he sinks his teeth into my pec, making me hiss before he kisses it better. He sucks my nipple until I groan, and then he slides down, sweeping his tongue across my abs as he meets my eyes. Lifting his hand with my ring on it, he presses it over my pounding heart and traces his tongue over every letter of his name until I can’t take it anymore.
Pulling him up, I spin him and remove his pants so he’s naked, then I bend down and bite the full cheek of his ass until he yelps. I lick up his spine and across his neck and my mark to his ear. “We both know you prefer it when I fight dirty, baby. Now be a good fiancé and take my cock. Be as loud as you want, let them all know you’re mine. Let them hear how well you take your fiancé.”
“Enough talking,” he demands. “Fuck me already.”
Pinning him, I shove my shorts down, freeing my hard cock. I need to be inside him more than I need my next breath. With the blood of my opponent covering my hands, I part his pretty ass, shove my thumb inside, and play with him until his head bangs against the lockers and he cries out, pushing back to take me, and then I replace it with my cock.
I thrust deep inside him, forcing him to take me raw.
Sliding my hand up his arm, I press it against the lockers so I can see the gleam of the ring on his finger. My callused, bloody hand dwarfs his pretty one, and the sight is so fucking hot, I pull out and slam back in, making the lockers bang.
“Nikko.” He pushes back as his other arm reaches around to grip my hair. “God, please, baby. I need you. Harder.”
I will always give him what he wants. I pull out and plunge back in, stealing his breath and fucking him hard and fast. Pleasure claws at my spine and legs as I press my sweaty body against his perfect one, but it isn’t enough. We both want more. I need to be deeper inside him, and this position doesn’t allow it.
Turning him from the locker, I spin us and bend him slightly, the new angle making him cry out as his hands look for something to grab before finding the edge of the metal.
I hammer into him, glancing from him to the ring on his hand. Possessiveness unlike anything I’ve ever known rides me so hard, even I would be scared of me, but not my boy. He loves it, crying out for more, unbothered by who is listening and waiting.
“Say my name,” I demand. “Scream it for me, baby.”
He pushes back to take me harder, his head falling forward. I grab his neck and yank it up so he’s facing the door. “They are all out there right now, wanting one look at you, wanting to know you, but they can’t. You’re mine. Mine.” I tighten my hand, watching his perfect skin turn red under my manhandling, and my boy cries out, loving it.
“You like it when I fuck you rough, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” He shakes in my arms, and I know he’s close. I am too, but I want this moment to last forever. Releasing his neck, I cover his hand with mine, pressing down until the diamond cuts into mypalm as he screams my name just like I wanted. His ass tightens around my cock until I can’t take it. I force my way deeper and let go, bellowing his name for all those nosy bastards outside as I fill him with my cum.
Catching him when he almost falls forward, I gather him in my arms and sit down on a bench, forcing him to sit on my still hard cock. He gasps but relaxes back when I don’t let go. I kiss the soft skin on his neck as he unwinds. “I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. I wouldn’t even be here without you. You are the only reason I do anything, so I can stand proudly by your side. This world, this title, they mean nothing without you.”
He turns his head, and his smile is so soft and pretty, my chest aches. I wonder if I will ever get used to him being so goddamn beautiful. “I feel the same way. My life was broken before you. You challenged me to be more and to trust again. I love you, Nikko, more than I ever knew I could. You weren’t my first, but you’re my forever, and I’ll never let you go.”
Lifting his hand, I kiss my ring as I watch him, loving when his eyes blow wide. “Good, I wouldn’t go anyway.”
Eventually, we have no choice but to break apart, and when I pull from his clinging body, I make sure to shove my cum back into him as I help him dress. He whines, but I kiss him until he forgets. “I want to go out there knowing I’m dripping from you. Give me that, baby.”
“Fine, this one time, and only because you won,” he grumbles as he wipes me down and helps me dress. “But next time, I’ll kick your ass.”
“Looking forward to it.” I smirk as I lift his hand and kiss it again, unable to resist. “Come on, baby, let’s go face the world, and then we’ll go home.”
