Page 21 of Rushed

Keenan

When Rush came over today, I had no misgivings about us. I knew at some point we would end up in a tangled mess of bodies. Did I think it would happen today? I suppose not, but I’m not surprised by the outcome. Not in my wildest wet dream did I think I’d be that woman, though. I never expected myself to be the one panting, moaning, and screaming out her release. That isnotwho I thought I’d be.

I came from him watching me. I gave him a blow job and enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I fell apart in his arms as he touched me in places that I don’t think anyone had ever ventured. Then, he impaled me with that enormous, fabulous, gigantic pumping organ as he smacked my ass. God, I loved that.

I woke up a short while ago to find him laid out naked and glorious in a heap of twisted limbs.

“Hi, Kitten.”

“Mmmm. Good evening,” I say, looking out at the darkened skyline of Manhattan. Rush pulls me tight to him, wrapping his thick strong arms around my middle, kissing the nape of my neck. It’s lazy and magic.

“What time is it?”

“Almost eight,” Rush informs me, prodding me with his dick from behind.

“I think it’s more than eight. You’re selling yourself short.” I move my backside closer, tucking his cock into the middle of my cheeks and wonder what would that be like, having him in my ass. It felt amazing when he used his thumb. Would it hurt? Would Rush be gentle with me if I wanted to explore that? I’m sure he would.

“How’d ya sleep?” he asks.

I didn’t wake with the usual shudder and jolt. There was no nightmare, and no pressure in my head. “Good, actually.”

I’m more than good. I’m happy. I can’t say I’ve been that for a long while.

“Are you okay?” Rush asks, tensing behind me.

“It’s nothing about you, Rush—”

“Lincoln.” I smile and tuck tighter into his body.

“It’s nothing about you, Lincoln,” I correct, smiling. “I have nightmares, and it’s always the same. It’s like a record on repeat.”

“Ya don’t have to talk about it, ya know. I understand secrets and nightmares.” Lincoln rests his head against my neck, and runs his hand up and down my arm, lazily.

“I’ve become attuned to it like it’s a part of me, but there’s not much to tell. I was in an accident, woke up in rubble, and have no memory of who I was. It’s not tragic, but it’s my reality.” Rush rests back on the pillow, pulling me closer. He must understand, as he doesn’t push me for details. Trying to change the subject, I ask, “What’s the story with you and Mick, if you don’t mind me asking?” Turning over so that I’m facing him, it feels empty losing his substantial length resting against my backside. But now, I have the opportunity to palm it as I’m facing him.

“That feck,” he sneers, shaking his head. I can see that Mick emotionally affects him. It goes deeper than the other night at the club. He draws in a large sigh and begins. “Do ya remember the disc hangin’ on the wall in my office?” I nod, knowing what he speaks of. “It’s the title belt. I was—Iamthe reignin’ champion.”

“Of what? They didn’t really say much on the news. Well, not much before I tuned it out.”

“I hold the title for heavyweight champion in mixed martial arts. Before I retired, I took on the champ, Guy Mezger, and won. It was hard won, but I did it. Mick was the second ranked fighter and wanted a shot at it. I didn’t want a match with him. I knew he was a cheat, and I wouldn’t be baited into a match. I’d already bought Dangereux, and I was runnin’ another club in Jersey at the same time. Mick’s dad is the Jersey State Senator. When he found out about my club, he tried to use his position to close it down. When that didn’t work, Mick thought he’d try to strong-arm me in another way. He’d hoped getting to me through my family would work. One night, I found him at my club in Jersey. At the time, Troy was managing it. Mick and a few of his friends knew about my little brother. They knew he was gay, and he knew that was why I started the club in the first place. Mick and his friends raped Troy on the lower bowl, in front of others. He videotaped the whole thing.

“I lost it. I beat Mick and two of his friends within an inch of their lives, which caused my suspension by the association with an understanding that I’d never go back in the cage. That was until Mick came in last night. It seems the senator pulled some strings, and I’ll have a fight at Madison Square Garden soon enough.”

I can’t even imagine it. I can’t imagine what Troy went through, what it did to Lincoln to see his dream destroyed, and his brother torn down. It was about humiliation and power for Mick.

“Fuck him up, Lincoln. Don’t let him get away with it. Cut that fucker down, and don’t let himevertake someone else’s dream again.” Sure, I think I’m a bit of a vindictive bitch, but that bastard deserves it. Lincoln gives me a sly smile. His eyes twinkle and dance as he bends to kiss my forehead.

“Don’t worry, Kitten. It’s up to the promoters, anyway. If they even let me fight, it’ll be a miracle. I was suspended from fightin’ professionally. They may not let my arse back in the cage.” Placing a finger on my chin, he says, “I promise ya, if that happens, and I end up in the ring, I’ll take him down.”

Kissing me on the nose, he removes my hand from his chest. “Get dressed, little girl. We have a date.”

“A date? I didn’t know of any date. When did we plan this?”

“I just did. Get dressed. We’re goin’ out for a late dinner.”

I grab his semi-hard cock, and slide my hand up and down, working him up for another round. “How about we order in?”

“That’s dessert. Come on, little girl.” Rush smiles, peeling my fingers off his now hard member as he pushes off the bed to stand.

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