A Fighter's Desire - Part Two

2. Tyler

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TYLER

It was Saturday night and the second round had just ended. The crowd roared for me to end it, and once the bell rang I was going to give them what they wanted. My opponent, Corey Aiken, was holding on for as long as he could, but I knew he wouldn’t last. One more hit and he’d be flat on his back.

“All right, son, let’s end this,” my father, and fighting coach, thundered. “You can do it.”

Ding … ding … ding.

My father was my biggest supporter, and sometimes—from a distance—people thought my father was me. We were both around six foot four with blond, almost white hair. His was actually white, mine was just really blond. Even with him pushing sixty he was still muscular and built like the fighter he used to be; he could still kick a*s at his age.

Snarling, Corey stood from his corner, bleeding from the cut above his right eye. Boy did he look like he wanted to kill me. His eyes were too narrow and angry; his head was perfectly shaved down to the scalp and slicked with what I assumed to be petroleum jelly. That s**t didn’t work because each hit I punched him, my fists followed through.

In return to his snarl, I grinned and strolled to the middle of the ring, waiting on him to attack me this time. He got in a few hits in round one, making my left cheek swollen and bruised, but it definitely didn’t look like his face … all red, swollen, and b****y.

“Come on, motherfucker,” he hissed, pumping his fists together. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” I ducked as he swung hard and missed, stumbling because he threw himself off balance. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You think that’s funny?” His gaze was hard and murderous as he glared at me, his chest rising and falling with his angry breaths.

In reply, I shrugged, a grin on my face. Newbie fighters were so predictable. They liked to talk s**t and stir the pot while in the ring, which in return only got their asses kicked. The guys who usually had to talk themselves up were the biggest p*****s I knew.

Corey was bigger than me, but he was slow and heavy on his feet. I didn’t have that problem, so I figured it was about time I showed him that … to end it.

Not wasting any more time, I spun around and roundhouse kicked him in the jaw, feeling the c***k of his bones on my foot. I had the split second of watching his eyes go wide before his head snapped to the side. He was definitely in his rightful place now … falling to the floor like the worthless cocksucker he was.

When he hit the mat, the crowd screamed, but before they could announce me the victor, I leaned over his body and chuckled, making sure to keep my voice low. “Talking s**t will get you nowhere, rookie. It only makes you look like a spineless p***y. Although, I have to admit watching you land on your face was f*****g hilarious.”

Slowly, Corey got to his feet and spit on the mat, blood trailing down his chin. “f**k you, Rushing,” he hissed. “Just wait till next time.”

The announcer joined us in the ring and took both of us by the wrists. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you tonight’s winner … TYLER ‘THE TERROR’ RUUUSSSHIIINNNNGGGG!”

The second the announcer lifted my arm, my father and agent both rushed into the ring, smiling in victory. The screaming crowd cheered for me, hollering my name, and it was music to my ears. For once I was the one they wanted, not like before when I was a nobody.

This time was different … I had the power, the money, and the fame. I could get anything I wanted, anything I desired. It was all there for the taking, and I f*****g loved it.

“You did great, son,” my father marveled, slapping me on the back. “I’m proud of you.”

“So am I,” my agent shouted triumphantly. “We have to go out and celebrate. You down for it?” His grin was wide, mischievous. I could tell he was ready for some fun; his dark hair was gelled and his expensive suit was perfectly in place. The ladies loved him in the suits. It didn’t matter what I wore; they came to me no matter what.

Todd Winfield was my agent, and his ideas of fun consisted of pleasures even I couldn’t deny. I knew exactly where he wanted to go, since each time I won a fight, he had a tradition he wanted to uphold. It wasn’t like he didn’t get anything out of the deal … he made sure to have his fun as well.

My father chuckled, knowing very well what we had planned, and slapped Todd on the shoulder. “You two will be celebrating without me tonight, so have fun. Don’t get too rowdy, we have an early flight back to Vegas in the morning. Besides, I don’t think Tyler’s mother would appreciate your ideas of fun, Todd.”

“That’s for damn sure,” I laughed. “She’d kick your ass.”

My father nodded. “True, but when you settle down with a woman, you won’t be able to do it either. You might as well enjoy your freedom now.”

“Which is why I don’t plan on settling down any time soon,” I assured him. “I don’t want to have to deal with that shit.”

I was twenty-seven years old and not about to let anyone tell me what I could and couldn’t do. My freedom was too important to me.

“Suit yourself, son,” my father remarked humorously. “I think I’m going to head back to the hotel while you two go out and celebrate. Don’t get into any trouble.”

He patted me on the back before exiting the ring. Todd and I went in the opposite direction, toward the dressing rooms. I needed to change before heading back to the hotel to shower and get ready.

“What time do you want to meet in the hotel lobby?” Todd asked. “Two hours?”

“Yeah, that’ll do.”

However, when we got to my room, standing outside were two girls … a red-haired beauty with blue eyes, wearing a skimpy green tank top, and the other a blonde goddess with green eyes in a barely there pink bikini top. Both were in denim shorts that rode high up their thighs, exposing legs tanned by the Texas sun. They appeared so smooth, and I knew they would look even better wrapped around my waist.

In their eyes, I could see what they wanted … and I sure as hell was going to give it to them.

“Actually, Todd,” I said with a grin. “Make it three hours. I have a couple of things I need to do first.”

He glanced at the girls, smiled, and then clapped me on the back. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. Don’t get too worn out, we still have lots to do tonight.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready,” I assured him. “Don’t worry about me.”

I had enough strength to f**k ten girls and not get winded. One thing about fighting was that afterwards there was so much energy pumping through my veins, I could stay high off of it for hours. It was an adrenaline rush. My d**k was getting hard just thinking about it.

Todd turned on his heel as I opened my door, the two girls following behind me. “So what do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight?”

Stalking closer, the red-haired girl licked her lips and ran a long fingernail down my chest before pressing her t**s against me. I could see and feel her hardened n*****s through her shirt. I wanted to taste them so f*****g bad.

“We wanted to see if there was anything we could do for you tonight … maybe something to relax you after your hard fight.”

Her hand slipped down my shorts and she moaned as soon as she took my d**k in her hands; I was already hard and ready. Her hands were soft, but I wanted her to go harder. “I think that’s a great start, sweetheart,” I said. “What else can you do for me?”

She lowered my shorts to the floor and pushed me back toward the couch, spreading my legs when I sat down. “Oh, I can do a lot more than that.” Getting on her knees, she glanced up at me and smiled before closing her lips over the tip of my c**k; her mouth was warm and slick as she swirled her tongue up and down.

“How do you like that?” she asked.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and held on tight. “It feels so f*****g good. Don’t stop.”

While the redhead sucked me off, the blonde-haired girl took off her pink bikini top and shorts, and stood there completely n***d. Biting her lip, she pinched her n*****s and moaned as she watched her friend suck my d**k.

She moved over to the couch and laid down beside me, spreading her legs wide; her flesh swollen with the need to be touched. Her p***y was wet and glistening, and I wanted to touch her, but she beat me to it. When she started pleasuring herself by rubbing her c**t, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.

Groaning, I watched her intently; the way she bit her lip, her chest moving up and down with her ragged breaths. Holy f**k, I was about to blow my load.

She pushed her fingers inside of herself and arched her back, moaning my name over and over while her t**s perked up in the air. I closed my eyes and growled, tightening my hold on red’s hair. “I’m close, baby.”

I didn’t know her name and I didn’t care to know. Most of the girls I’d f****d were just one night stands that didn’t mean s**t to me the next morning. It was part of the rules … no names other than mine.

“I want to taste you, Tyler,” she moaned, sucking harder.

Some girls liked to swallow and some didn’t, but if she wanted to taste me I’d be more than happy to give her what she wanted. Holding her down on my c**k, I finished in her mouth and watched as she swallowed it all, and licked the head of my d**k when more came out.

Off to my side, blondie finished herself off as well and screamed out her pleasure just as red licked off the last drop. She moaned, gazing up at me with heat filled eyes.

Slowly, she got to her feet and seductively took off her clothes. Joining her friend on the couch, she ran her hands enticingly down her body and bit her lip. She kept her gaze on me when she leaned down and started sucking on her friend’s t**s.

It was so f*****g hot my c**k ached just watching.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked, sneaking a glance at my hard c**k.

“What do you think?”

“Then sit back and enjoy the show. We’ll take care of you tonight.”

I had no doubt about that. Lounging back on the couch, I watched them touch and pleasure each other until I couldn’t take anymore; I wanted to be a part of the game. They beckoned me closer, and I knew they wanted me as much as I wanted them.

Fucking two girls at once was one of my favorite pastimes. There was nothing hotter than watching them f**k each other, and then getting the pleasure of f*****g them both afterwards.

It didn’t look like I’d be meeting my agent in time for happy hour tonight … but honestly, I didn’t give a s**t. I was in heaven.