I grip onto his cock hard, pump him in between us, but he holds me up with just one arm, and with his spare hand he wrenches my underwear to the side.
In one powerful movement he thrusts himself all the way inside me, and I wince and groan, overtaken by sensation and a fleeting hint of pain. I feel so full with him inside me.
He starts to fuck me hard. His thrusts are aggressive. He bangs me into the wall. I bite onto his shoulder to keep from screaming as he fucks me with abandon, wildly bucking into me.
I hold onto his neck, grab at the sweat-slick hair on the back of his head, relish the feel of his hot breath streaming down in between us.
His eyes are hard, full of determined lust, and he licks a swathe of skin from my ear to my collar bone, like he’s some kind of savage animal ready to eat me.
“Fuck you, Pierce,” I moan breathlessly. “I hate you.”
“You like this, don’t you?” he asks, and again he holds me with just one hand so he can pull my head away from his shoulder, so he can look into my eyes. “You wanted this, didn’t you? That’s why you came here, isn’t it, Pen?”
“No,” I hiss, my eyes falling shut as he fucks me somehow harder.
He pulls my head to him, mashes his lips against mine, and then he’s holding my ass with two hands again, lifting me outward in time so that each of his thrusts buries so deep inside me.
I’m totally overwhelmed. I can’t do anything but hold onto him and let him have his way with me.
He carries me to the sofa, throws me down onto it, grabs me by the hips and spins me around so that my back is to him.
“Wait,” I say, but he closes my thighs together and then pushes himself inside me. I’m blinded by pleasure, scrunch up my face and clench my teeth and make sounds I’ve never made before.
He fucks me harder, faster. His arm snakes around my hip and he starts to play with my clit. He drives himself into me over and over again, fingers my bud so well he’s got me right at the edge in an instant.
“Fuck,” I groan loudly, lifting my hips slightly to meet each of his thrusts.
“You want to come, don’t you?” he growls.
I hate to say it, but I do: “Yes!”
His thrusts rock my body. My face grinds into the cushion on the sofa. He twirls my hair in his other hand, pulls my head back, turns me to look at him.
And he looks at me while he fucks me, while he fingers me. It takes just seconds, but that pressure inside me explodes, and I crest hard, moan harder, clench tighter.
Pleasure cascades over me, wracks my body, and still he keeps going, keeps bottoming out inside me. Then I hear him grunt, feel his cock swell, and he comes inside me again and again, emptying himself right into me.
And then it’s over. We’re panting, sweating, heaving. He falls down on top of me, stays hard inside me, and kisses me on the back of my neck, on the back of my shoulder.
We don’t even say anything. We just lie together on the sofa for so long… I don’t even know how long.
“I hate you,” I eventually say.
“No you don’t,” he tells me.
I wriggle out from under him, rush to the bathroom to clean up.
And then I leave without saying goodbye, leave him naked on the sofa, somehow feeling even worse than before.
Chapter Thirty
She’s not here!
It’s midway through the fight, and I’m bleeding from a cut above my brow. There’s a doctor on site, and he dabs away at it.
“I can see your bone,” he says. “I need to close this cut.”
“Fine. No shots.” My voice is hoarse. I took an upper cut that missed my jaw, but got me in the throat. My vocal chords feel bruised.
“You hung over, Pierce?”
I stare at the doctor. “No.”
“You sure? You coming down? You pop some pills last night?”
“No. I don’t do fucking pills.”
“If you have, I’m going to have to disqualify you. Fallon and that Russian gave me specific instructions. I can’t let the fight go on if it’s not a fair fight. If you’re not all there—”
“I’m all there,” I tell him frostily.
“You’re lucky they’re letting me patch you up. You wouldn’t be able to see otherwise.”
I glare at the doc and bark, “Close the fucking cut!”
Breath comes rushing out of my mouth, a frustrated exhale. She didn’t come!
I look around the stands again, scan the faces. I recognize a lot of people, but I can’t find Penny anywhere. I honestly thought she’d come to this fight. I honestly believed she’d fucking come.
The crowd is silent, a far cry from the usual atmosphere of one of my fights. They’re silent because I’m getting beat. They’ve never seen Pierce motherfucking Fletcher bleed like this before.