Normally, teams only had their coaches or trainers close by. Corey was his agent, and they’d made a position for me as Corey’s assistant. Hollis always wanted me right here with his trainers and coaches. Nothing made me feel more wanted and a part of this than knowing he wanted me here.
Within a few seconds of the first round, it was clear Tommy Akins was nowhere near prepared for Hollis. Even though Tommy was way more experienced than Hollis, there wasn’t much of a comparison. Hollis was so fast and nailed Tommy several times in the face and then he would back off and quickly pace around from left to right and then back to the left. He was giving the guy a second to recoup, but he was still causing havoc. After getting nailed in the face like that, Tommy tried to keep his eyes on Hollis. Following Hollis back and forth with his eyes after being hit so hard in the face was only making him more dizzy.
And Hollis was so smart and knew this. Without even touching the guy, Hollis was damaging him.
At the end of the first round Tommy looked worn out, and I was kind of surprised the ref started round two instead of deeming Tommy not well enough to continue. One hit to the head was all Tommy could withstand. Six seconds into the second round, Tommy went down like a heap of bricks.
The crowd erupted as the ref raised Hollis’ arm in victory. I rushed into the cage behind Hollis’ coaches and trainers to congratulate him and celebrate the victory. When Hollis put his hand on my side and gripped my shirt, he looked into my eyes and smiled.
“Three and oh,” he said to me.
I was so happy for him, and I had my heart set onourcelebration tonight. So after his family would go home, and after all the partygoers were gone, I’d have him.
Corey had an after party arranged for Hollis at one of the trainers’ houses, but before that, he had a reception backstage for Hollis and his family and friends. Since we were in L.A., there were a lot of kids from our old high school who showed up and had been invited to the reception backstage. I’d seen some of the girls I had dated, and they asked me how it was being next to Hollis during this wild time. It was just like talking to anyone about him, which made me wonder if they’d ever actually been interested in me or just in Hollis.
At my first opportunity, I ditched the pathetic people from high school and went to talk to Morgan and Chase. Hollis, unfortunately, had to make a lot of chit chat with kids and teachers from our former high school. Tomorrow night we were doing dinner at Charles and Kristin’s, and I looked forward to it.
I would have been fine just going home after the reception, but we had to at least show up for a while at Fletcher’s place for the party. Luckily, it was just Hollis and me in the back of the heavily tinted SUV on the way to Fletch’s. Steve and Alfonso from Hollis’ personal security team drove and were in the front.
My hand rested on the seat between the outside of my leg and Hollis’ leg. His hand was close enough that I could have reached out and touched it. I wanted to touch it. Hell, at this point I wanted to touch any part of him. I just wanted to get home and celebrate with him… just like he said he wanted to after the last victory. I gazed out the window at the passing lights and daydreamed about tonight with Hollis. I pulled my attention away from the window and looked at him when his shoe nudged mine.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured so Steve and Alfonso wouldn’t hear. “Is everything okay?”
I nodded quickly. It would be as soon as we got home and stopped having to worry about the world.
“Just looking forward to relaxing at home and watching some film later,” I said. He caught my drift. Ever since his second fight in Vegas, we termed our mutual jack-off sessions as “watching film.”
“Me too,” he said and smiled at me.
The Dragon owned me. All he had to do was show me some interest, and I’d be happy to do whatever he wanted.
Hollis was the star of the party, of course. I held a can of Coke in my hand and talked to some trainers and a few cage girls. It was a challenge for me to look interested in anything that anyone had to say to me when Hollis was so close.
My stomach started to hurt when I saw Hollis laughing along and flirting with some women at the party. They were older than we were. Pretty much everyone in this industry was older than us. Hollis always had older girlfriends. I tried not to watch because the amount of jealousy I felt was making my stomach hurt almost as badly as it used to get. I turned my back on him and focused on talking to one of the trainers. At least, I tried to focus on another conversation. The second Hollis passed in my peripheral vision, I turned my head to look at him. He stood at the end of the hallway and made eye contact with me.
Was he signaling for me to follow?
I glanced around, and no one seemed to have picked up on the signal or acted like he was trying to get someone else to follow him. When I turned the corner to go in the direction he had gone, I spotted him in the doorway to a bathroom. He was waiting for me. I hurried toward him, and he stepped aside so I’d have enough room to pass by. He closed and locked the door and then his hands were on my arms pushing me against the wall. His mouth crashed against mine, and in an instant I was hard.
“I wanted to touch you in the SUV, but I couldn’t,” Hollis whispered.
I nodded. I understood. I snaked my hand under his t-shirt while our lips were locked and groins pressed against each other. I moved my hand between us and palmed his hard dick over his pants. It must have felt good to him because he stopped moving and thrust his dick against my hand more.
“Mmm,” he moaned before he started kissing me again. “Your hands feel so good,” he whispered.
I was on the Hollis high again. When I was this high, anything he wanted was his.
He reached for my belt and undid it.
Anythinghe wanted.
He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, tugged them and my underwear down to the middle of my thighs, then guided me to the counter.
Yes! Anything he wanted.
I took hold of the edge of the countertop to brace myself. Hollis reached into a shallow bowl in the corner of the counter and pulled out a tiny tube of lube. I smirked at the bowl because it had a few small lubes and condoms in it, as if fucking was a commonplace event in Fletch’s bathrooms.
The fact that Hollis hadn’t grabbed a condom made me harder because I knew his warm cum would be buried deep inside of me soon. There was something so hot and erotic about Hollis fucking me without a condom.
