Page 3 of The Fighter

He was thick, very thick, and quite long, not that I was surprised because his entire body was huge. He was cut, his tip already weeping with precum.

“You like orders,” I said as a statement.

His hands were back on his thighs. “Sometimes.”

I liked his voice. For such a large man, it was startlingly quiet. It had a breathy quality to it that I felt down my spine and into my balls.

“Is now one of thosesometimes? From me?”

He answered this one quickly. “Yes.”

That set my mind at ease. This wasn’t fun at all if he wasn’t into it. “Stroke yourself,” I said. “Gently. You won’t come.”

He didn’t take his eyes off my face, particularly my lips, as he reached down and gripped his shaft. I stuck my tongue out, wetting my lips slowly, giving him a little reward for obeying. His breath caught, and his hand sped up a bit.

“Let go.” I was cruel, I knew. But I had plans.

With a soft hiss, he released himself immediately. I reached below my seat and pulled out a black box. I sifted through the contents, finding what I was looking for, then placed the box back where I got it. I held up a leather cock ring, and Tav’s eyes widened slightly. His cheeks grew ruddy, and what I wouldn’t have given to fuck him right then, seeing how excited he was.

“I’m putting this on you, and it will remain on until I take it off. I don’t know your endurance, so I think this is best.”

He nodded, gaze still on the cock ring in my hands. And I had to admit, as excited as he was to wear this, I was just as excited to put it on him. The trust he was placing on me, to wrap this around his genitals without hurting him, was astounding.

It took a little bit of wiggling to get a good grip around his cock and large balls so I could wrap the ring around them. I snapped it shut, admiring how it looked on him. He’d stay hard this way, but he wouldn’t come until I took it off.

I told him to zip up his pants, and while he had a little bit of trouble stuffing that monster back inside, he did, then sat looking out the window with his hands flat on his lap. His fingers were thick, scars along the knuckles and threading up into the thick, dark hair of his forearms.

His body was less tense now, more relaxed, as if he enjoyed the control I’d taken from him with the cock ring. He sat so naturally in this role, this huge man with scarred hands and massive muscles.

“Look at me,” I said.

He turned his head, meeting my eyes with his dual-colored gaze. I beckoned him closer and when he leaned toward me, Igripped his chin as I’d done in the club. I pressed my lips to his, wanting to see how he reacted to being kissed. I liked it, my mouth on a man’s, his stubble brushing my chin. But kissing always led to a main event, and I always seemed to attract the eager boys, the ones who wanted my cock more than my tongue and were too impatient to let me explore their mouths.

But Tav… he melted into me as soon as I teased the seam of his lips with my tongue. He let me inside with a soft rumble in the back of his throat. I licked into his mouth, tasting the shot of liquid courage he’d must have taken before getting into my Bentley with me.

He was divine, eagerly accepting my kiss, lapping back at me like an excited pup. When I pulled back, his eyes were closed, and when he opened them slowly, they were glazed over.

“So good, Tav,” I said softly.

If he was a vain man, he would have preened. Instead, his lips twitched, ever so softly, and his gaze dipped in submission. The car stopped, and I gazed out of the window, seeing we were at my apartment building. That was a good thing, because another minute alone with Tav, and I would have shoved his face into my lap.

Instead, I said, “We’re here,” and stepped out as Nik opened my door.

I lived in a high-rise apartment complex overlooking downtown Detroit. The Reverent was a ridiculously opulent building, the residents were insipidly posh, and the mortgage would have made young Conrad choke, but the security was top-notch, and the views were spectacular. In my apartment, I felt like a king. I rarely had anyone over but Nik or Ben. Normally I would have taken a stranger to a hotel room, but tonight I felt differently. I didn’t feel the need to impress Tav. I wanted him to know that I was someone worthy of his body, of the power I planned to take from him.

Nik’s driver’s side window was tinted, so I couldn’t see him, but I gave him a wave with my open palm which he knew to mean that he could park the car and have the rest of the night to himself. I nodded to the doorman as I walked past, Tav at my heels. I slowed down so he was even with me, interested to see how he’d react to The Reverent which was well-known in Detroit. His eyes shifted around, not in an awestruck way but in that same cataloguing way he’d studied my car.Interesting.

When we waited for the elevator, he stood at my back, close, right up in my personal space as if he was my bodyguard. This was the first time we’d stood next to each other, and Tav was probably six-three to my six-one. I wasn’t a small man, but I was on the slender side, with a runner’s build, whereas Tav was a Mack Truck.

I hadn’t ever been with a man taller than me. There wasn’t a reason for that. It was just the way it’d been. Tav was an anomaly. Ben would have been appalled to know I was taking this man home, because he could easily overpower me in my apartment. But I trusted this big man, for some odd reason. He wasn’t a gentle giant, by any means. No way, not with those knuckles that looked like they might have been broken bones a time or two, or that crooked nose.

I also knew I had Nik only a few apartments away, and with a simple press of a button on my phone, he’d burst into my apartment with a gun and precision aim.

The elevator doors pinged open and we stepped on. I entered the four-digit code that would take me directly to my front door. As the elevator rose, I studied Tav where he leaned against the wall. His face was scarred too, a white gouge in his jawline and another pale mark that shortened the tip of his left eyebrow. He caught me watching him and tilted his head slightly in a silent question.

I shifted my lips to the side and decided to go ahead and say what was on my mind. “My best friend would call me crazy if he knew what I was doing right now.”

Tav shifted his jaw. “You mean hookin’ up with a guy you don’t know?”