His eyes twinkled and his mouth twisted into a smirk as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. I watched, unable to tear my eyes away from him. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was going to do, and I couldn’t help but grin and tilt my hips forward.
We didn’t say a word because nothing needed to be said while he hooked his fingers into my shiny, formfitting black shorts and tugged them down along with my underwear. My cock bounced free, already half hard over the excitement of fighting, but well on the way to fucking rock-hard now that I had Jules on his knees in front of me.
“What’s this for?” I asked as he wrapped his thick fingers around the base of my dick, stroking down my length with slow pumps of his fist. I shuddered and exhaled, focused on the way I twitched under his touch.
“To get you ready for your fight.” His grin was downright wicked as he leaned forward and took the head of my cock into his mouth. It began as a slow tease, tongue dipping into my slit and flicking around the crown, before he took more into the wet, warm suction that had me seeing stars.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tightened my grip until my knuckles turned white, and he took me right to the base, my thick cock sliding down his throat and making him gag. The suction of his mouth was perfect, but not nearly as amazing as the feeling of being above him, in control, while he sucked on me. I didn’t know if he’d done it on purpose, but I didn’t care. I’d take it while I had it.
Rocking my hips, I slid my eyes closed, using the sounds from the crowd outside to pace my thrusts. The screams were music in my ears and the chants were the lyrics, and it was better than any rock song that existed.
Jules cupped my balls and squeezed, and I groaned, shoving myself as deep as I could go. He gagged, and I held there, listening to the noises coming from his throat.Fucking spectacular. There was no way in hell I’d last long.
He pulled back and sucked on the head again, and pleasant sensations tickled their way up my length and to my balls. I opened my eyes to stare down at his messy ginger-tinged brown hair and to where my fingers were clutching at the strands desperately.
The door opened to our left, but Jules didn’t stop what he was doing, and I didn’t, either. I raised an eyebrow at the man about my age who stepped inside. I’d never met him before, but he was cute, with a head of black ringlets and a narrow face with full lips. If he seemed surprised by what we were doing, he didn’t show it, and instead kept walking toward us, his lithe body carrying him across the locker room with enough grace to give me the idea he might be a fighter.
He grinned at me, and I offered him nothing back. “Hi, you must be the Ari I’ve heard so much about.” He held out his hand over Jules’s head, but I didn’t reach for it.
Jules made a noise around my cock and slapped me on the thigh, and I grunted, finally shaking the hand offered to me.
“Who are you?” I asked, uninterested.
“Hendrix, though I’m known as Knockout Boy around here.” He finally released my hand, and I dropped it to my side. “I wanted to come and say good luck tonight.”
“I don’t need it.” I raised my brows, challenging him to disagree. “Your boss has seen my work.”
Hendrix chuckled. “Yeah, and he’s seen your....” He glanced at Jules on his knees. “—Coach’s work, too. You’re a tight team.”
I made a sound of apathy, but it warped into a groan as Jules took me right down to the base again. Throwing my head back, I thrust my hips. Pleasure burst in my balls and I shuddered through my release, shoving my cock inside Jules’s throat one more time before emptying into his mouth.
He grunted but stayed there until I was completely done, and only then did he pull back and tug my shorts up, arranging my cock in the groin guard that would protect my precious jewels. He stood and glanced at Hendrix, seemingly unfazed by the semi-stranger standing there.
“Thanks for the list of guys, though.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest, and he was so tall that Hendrix had to look up at him. “We appreciate it.”
“Think you can handle Greenwich? He’s a tough son of a bitch.” Hendrix stared at me, eyes twinkling. My hands trembled with the urge to deck him, but Jules would be pissed at me if I did. If this was his star fighter, I doubted Uhlig would appreciate me hitting Hendrix in the locker room.
I stepped in closer to him until our noses were nearly touching and smirked. A hunger burned in my stomach with the urge to get out there and destroy the motherfucker. Images flashed through my mind of all the ways I wanted to do it, but I tamped them down because I needed to be focused. “Little boy, Greenwich won’t know what hit him.”
Hendrix’s mouth twitched like he didn’t quite believe me, but he shrugged and kissed my nose, which had me jerking back in surprise. It wasn’t often someone could get one over on me, but he grinned and shifted backward, putting distance between us. “If you say so, Princess. I can’t wait to meetyouin the cage.”
I glared, and Jules moved in front of me. I didn’t know if it was to stop me from knocking out the Knockout Boy, or because he didn’t like Hendrix kissing any part of me, since his shoulders were tense.
“Watch yourself,” Jules murmured low in his throat.
Hendrix raised his hands, grinning. “I’m messing with you. Like I said, I just wanted to wish you good luck.” He winked, and then he was gone, back out the door he’d entered through, and I watched it swing shut behind him, my stomach boiling with a mixture of anger and hunger. The tingling sensations intensified, crawling their way up my arms and making the hair there stand on end.
“Let me kill him,” I whispered.
“No.” It was an automatic answer, as though he knew exactly what I was thinking before I said anything, and I couldn’t help but grin. He turned toward me and hooked a finger under my chin, raising my face so we were staring into each other’s eyes. “Bad people only. He’s cocky, but he’s not bad.”
I grunted because he was right.
The door opened again, and this time a big bald man in a security uniform came inside. He cleared his throat. “It’s your turn, sir.”
I nodded at him, and he left again. Jules gave me a hard kiss, and I leaned into his mouth, tasting the tanginess lingering on his tongue. I ate at his lips until I was sure I’d managed to trace every inch before I took a step back and bounced on my feet. “Let’s fucking do this.”
Jules laughed and grabbed my red fingerless gloves from the bench, then helped me slip them on, and there was something erotic about the way he slid his fingers over my knuckles as he wiggled the protective gear onto my hands. Pleasure sizzled in my gut, slithering its way through me like endless snakes trying to find a warm place to settle.
