Night or Fuck Night?
“YOU WANT MY KNIFE at your cock again?”
The woman never missed a chance to backtalk me, but that was about to end tonight because she’d be too busy sucking my dick.
“Actually, that was my knife.” Gripping Jade’s hips, I set my mouth right against her ear. “No. I want your lips plunging down my cock.”
Her head snapped up, her mouth so close to mine I could nearly taste her.
“Fight,” she declared.
My nostrils flared. “Typical.”
I let her go, let her retreat a few paces. Then I started undressing, right there in the middle of the loft. First my shirt, which I slung behind me. I thumbed open the top button of my jeans, my fingers coming into contact with the black hair that ran from my belly button down and around my cock.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
Huh. I’d never heard her squeak before.
“I said fight!” Jade visibly gulped when I forced open the last few buttons over the rigid rod of my cock.
“If we’re going hand-to-hand combat, I don’t wear street clothes.” I grinned, slowly braiding my hair into one long plait with my jeans hanging open and framing the thick base of my shaft. “Haven’t you heard of the ancient combat method called heroic nudity?”
“What?” Her voice registered another, higher level.
“No place to hide. And no place to hide weapons. Sheer strength for strength. But this time I’ll take pity on you. ” Toeing off my jeans, I worked them down my legs and off.
Naked, I ambled to my pack.
“Well, I’m not taking pity on you.” Jade’s voice dropped into a strained, husky whisper.
I rummaged for my jockstrap. It didn’t conceal much, but it definitely gave me range of movement. Last time I’d worn it was when Hunter and I had gone at it— not like that —and I’d laid him out in his gym at his house. Good times. He was a mean fucker with his fists when he got pissed off.
Stepping into the lightweight jockstrap, I flexed and stretched. The rest of my body bare, my muscles heaved in preparation for whatever Jade was going to throw at me. I hefted my dick, making sure the bulge of my cock and my sac were all tucked into the pouch.
Fuck. Probably needed to put the protective cup in the thing, too.
But I wouldn’t complain too much if Jade decided to cop a feel while we went at.
“This is what I wear.” Returning to face her I spread my arms wide.
Her eyes narrowed into a glittering green glare, but there was no mistaking the pink splashes across the skin of her high cheekbones. “Going full Native on me?”
The corner of my mouth lifted. “Not quite.” My thumb pulled down the band settled along my pelvic muscle. “Can if you want.”
“Distraction tactics?” One of her slim black eyebrows rose.
“I didn’t think you noticed that sort of thing, Jade.”
“Oh, I noticed,” she muttered.
I loped forward to the center of the room. “Here’s the deal, if I win, we fuck.”
“If I win, you’re dead.” She flashed a challenging grin at me, getting into combat stance.
“Bring it.” I curled my fingers in her direction.
I usually didn’t hit chicks, but the truth was I couldn’t wait to get physical with this woman anyway I could.
We stalked briefly around one another, balancing on the balls of our bare feet, lunging and snaking away before any strikes landed on flesh.
The heat in the room multiplied by a million degrees when Jade whipped off her hoodie, revealing a tight black tank top that showed off the sleek sinews of her arms and shoulders.
My low wolf whistle seemed to really set her off.
Surprise.
With a high shriek, she leaped across the air. Coming down, she planted her heel in my solar plexus. Before I could recoil, her hand captured my braid, and she cuffed me across the face.
I thrust her away with my knee at her chest so she stumbled a few steps.
“Nice move.” I swiped the blood from my mouth.
“I learned it from watching you. You fight like a
“YOU WANT MY KNIFE at your cock again?”
The woman never missed a chance to backtalk me, but that was about to end tonight because she’d be too busy sucking my dick.
“Actually, that was my knife.” Gripping Jade’s hips, I set my mouth right against her ear. “No. I want your lips plunging down my cock.”
Her head snapped up, her mouth so close to mine I could nearly taste her.
“Fight,” she declared.
My nostrils flared. “Typical.”
I let her go, let her retreat a few paces. Then I started undressing, right there in the middle of the loft. First my shirt, which I slung behind me. I thumbed open the top button of my jeans, my fingers coming into contact with the black hair that ran from my belly button down and around my cock.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked.
Huh. I’d never heard her squeak before.
“I said fight!” Jade visibly gulped when I forced open the last few buttons over the rigid rod of my cock.
“If we’re going hand-to-hand combat, I don’t wear street clothes.” I grinned, slowly braiding my hair into one long plait with my jeans hanging open and framing the thick base of my shaft. “Haven’t you heard of the ancient combat method called heroic nudity?”
“What?” Her voice registered another, higher level.
“No place to hide. And no place to hide weapons. Sheer strength for strength. But this time I’ll take pity on you. ” Toeing off my jeans, I worked them down my legs and off.
Naked, I ambled to my pack.
“Well, I’m not taking pity on you.” Jade’s voice dropped into a strained, husky whisper.
I rummaged for my jockstrap. It didn’t conceal much, but it definitely gave me range of movement. Last time I’d worn it was when Hunter and I had gone at it— not like that —and I’d laid him out in his gym at his house. Good times. He was a mean fucker with his fists when he got pissed off.
Stepping into the lightweight jockstrap, I flexed and stretched. The rest of my body bare, my muscles heaved in preparation for whatever Jade was going to throw at me. I hefted my dick, making sure the bulge of my cock and my sac were all tucked into the pouch.
Fuck. Probably needed to put the protective cup in the thing, too.
But I wouldn’t complain too much if Jade decided to cop a feel while we went at.
“This is what I wear.” Returning to face her I spread my arms wide.
Her eyes narrowed into a glittering green glare, but there was no mistaking the pink splashes across the skin of her high cheekbones. “Going full Native on me?”
The corner of my mouth lifted. “Not quite.” My thumb pulled down the band settled along my pelvic muscle. “Can if you want.”
“Distraction tactics?” One of her slim black eyebrows rose.
“I didn’t think you noticed that sort of thing, Jade.”
“Oh, I noticed,” she muttered.
I loped forward to the center of the room. “Here’s the deal, if I win, we fuck.”
“If I win, you’re dead.” She flashed a challenging grin at me, getting into combat stance.
“Bring it.” I curled my fingers in her direction.
I usually didn’t hit chicks, but the truth was I couldn’t wait to get physical with this woman anyway I could.
We stalked briefly around one another, balancing on the balls of our bare feet, lunging and snaking away before any strikes landed on flesh.
The heat in the room multiplied by a million degrees when Jade whipped off her hoodie, revealing a tight black tank top that showed off the sleek sinews of her arms and shoulders.
My low wolf whistle seemed to really set her off.
Surprise.
With a high shriek, she leaped across the air. Coming down, she planted her heel in my solar plexus. Before I could recoil, her hand captured my braid, and she cuffed me across the face.
I thrust her away with my knee at her chest so she stumbled a few steps.
“Nice move.” I swiped the blood from my mouth.
“I learned it from watching you. You fight like a
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