Dog Days (BWWM/Interracial MMA Erotic Romance Urban Novella) (4 page)

However, Brendan continued to probe me below the waist. His hands were touching my sensitive lips. I was reminded of how careful I was with his face lips when I had shaved him the other day.

I was already getting hot and wet from his touching. For that matter, Brendan was getting aroused as well. The strong muscles of his abdomen expanded and contracted. There was a noticeable bulge in his underwear. “Oh… God… Brendan.”

However, there was still some cleanup work to do. I leaned over to my bag and retrieved the big guns. These were shears I used for fine-tuning. It may have been overkill for a human but I was used to them.

“Mr. Douglas, will you behave?” I asked jokingly. He retreated his hand for now. “Or would like for my hands to slip and cut half your ear off?”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll behave.”

Nevertheless, he tensed up at the appearance of large and noisy shears. Now, it was my turn to have some fun. Much to Brendan’s surprise, I brought my foot on the bed. Then, I brought it close to his clothed groin.

With a toe, I began to tease the head of his cock. The fighter groaned as I pressed against his throbbing erection. The man wasn’t used to this kind of submission.

The man groaned as collapsed onto his back. “Oh God… Agnes…”

I took away the sheers. “Good, we’re just about done.”

I leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips. He tasted like power and vitality given human form. More than that, the man was a good kisser.

As Brendan lied on the bed, I got out a can of shaving cream from the bathroom. When I returned, I retrieved the towel I had left in the bowl of hot water. The temperature was just right.

“Time to clean you up,” I said. “Afterwards, I’ll put on some shaving cream for some of the more delicate work. Just try not to move.”

He winked at me. “Want to count to count to ten while you’re are it?”

I groaned. “That’s not needed.”

I was gentle when I washed him with the towel. The man moaned in approval of my sensual movements. After I finished, I readied the shaving cream.

“Get ready,” I said, spreading some shaving cream on his neck. “Be a good boy and keep still.”

I took out my straight razor that glinted in the light. It was my prized possession. I made sure to sharpen it periodically and keep it in the best condition. However, I had to be careful with it due to sharp edge.

Placing a spare towel on my leg, I approached the back of his neck with a surgeon’s patience. This was the easy part. It didn’t take long for me to do the edging and wipe down my razor with the towel.

I leaned back to examine my handiwork. “That was the easy part. Now, comes the part where I try not to slit your neck.”

As I spread more of the cream on his neck, I almost heard the fighter roll his eyes. “Oh joy.”

It turned out to be easier than I had imagined. With a few slashes of the razor, we were done. It helped that Brendan barely moved. I guess all that MMA training had its side benefits. He made the model client for a dog groomer.

I exhaled and folded my razor. I finished up by using the wet towel to wipe his head clean. “I could always trust a Bulldog to have a docile temperament.”

Afterwards, I used another towel to dry him. The man looked a few years younger. More than anything else, he looked inhumanly gorgeous. The women who saw him on TV were going to faint. Hell, my knees were feeling like jelly right now. However, my work was not yet over.

“Just one more thing left to do,” I said. I got a bottle of oil from my kit. It was sort of an aftershave. It kept skin clean and didn’t sting very much. Thankfully, it was perfectly safe to use on people. “You’re going to love this.”

Rubbing my hands with the oil, I spread the substance over his head. I had done a close shave without any major errors. Brendan relaxed and enjoyed my massage.

I wanted to do more than massage him.

I wanted to fuck him.

I thought of wrapping my arms and legs around his back as he thrust into me. I imagined clawing his back as we made sexual love to each other. It was highly unprofessional me. Yet, I think any red-blooded woman would have thought the same after a very erotic grooming session.

I finished up by wiping away the excess oil. I put all the tools I had used back into their proper place in the kit. Observing proper sanitation rules, I made sure to keep the clippers on the side for proper cleaning.

I joined Brendan on the bed. “How was that?”

He looked at himself in the bedroom mirror. “Good… except for one thing.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“This!”

Brendan lounged at me and took me in for a kiss. It was a much welcomed surprise. Our eager hands stripped each other of our sparse clothing. Our bodies rasped against each other in desire.

He and I rolled across the bed. First, I was on top. Then, he pinned me down with his heavy weight. It was an MMA fight staged as an erotic encounter.

Finally, Brendan spread my legs wide and entered me with his lengthy shaft. I moaned and convulsed under him. My fingers dug into his muscular back as I ground my pelvis against his.

Patient as I was ravenous, the MMA fighter groped my breasts. His fingers skillfully teased my nipples. He brought his lips from my mouth to plant soft kisses on my breasts. The man knew how to treat a lady.

Brendan continued to pump into me. He had much grace and form in his lovemaking as he did in during a fight. I couldn’t help but tease him about his sexual prowess. “Oh… that’s a good boy… AH!”

I repositioned our bodies so that I was top of him. I allowed the fighter to relax as I rode him to an orgasm. I would lean forward to give him a passionate kiss. Brendan brought a hand down to tease my clit. “Agnes… God… you’re amazing.”

It was a good thing the hotel rooms were largely soundproof. I was making enough noise to make it seem that we were hosting an orgy in here. Likewise, Brendan’s visceral grunts gave the illusion that he was sparring inside the suite.

“I love you, Brendan,” I panted, drowning in a sea of sensuality. “This feels so good…”

The man reached out to squeeze my nipples. My breasts felt so perky and my nipples felt unbearably rigid. You wouldn’t suspect that there a heatwave going on outside.

Finally, my lover worked to bring our sexual encounter to an end. He brought me onto my back and spread my legs. Then, he thrust into me with all of his might. It was so powerful that the bed shook violently. His cock brought me to the precipice of bliss and then we went beyond it.

I moved up and down in tandem with his motions. I gripped his shoulders and pulled us closer together. I could sense the climax churning in his body. I wasn’t far behind him.

Our moans mingled as our mutual orgasm erupted. We collapsed onto the bed and snuggled for quite a while. We needed the rest.

That night, Brendan and I didn’t bother sleeping in separate beds. We had a repeat of our earlier fun. Nevertheless, we were here on business. I just had to make sure Romeo wouldn’t bother us for the night.

“Get some rest, Brendan,” I said to the weary man. He cradled me in his arms and brushed his lips against mine. “You still have a competition to win. These dog days of yours… they’re coming to an end.”

A couple of weeks later, it was time for the competition. Brendan, unfortunately, couldn’t spend as much time with me. His training hadn’t change but he had to attend more press events for his debut. It didn’t stop him from spending the night with me during the few times we were together.

However, I accompanied him to the official weigh-in before the event. In between taking care of Romeo, I made sure the fighter looked his best for the upcoming fight. Win or lose, the man was going to become famous.

Hopefully, he would win.

It was painful being away from him for even a few hours. Romeo wasn’t as good company as The Bulldog himself. Brendan missed me as well because he would always ask me about my day when we were reunited.

We had decided to choose his MMA trunks together. He had a few custom pieces to choose from. Brendan usually wasn’t as picky about what colors he wore to the Octagon. However, this was his debut and he wanted my opinion.

“I think the green and black one look better,” I suggested, looking on the selection laid out on the bed. “They really bring out your eyes.”

He nodded. “My opponent will be wearing red and white. I think that will be a good contrast against Diego’s trunks.”

His opponent was Diego Marquez. The Spaniard had just recently entered the UFC a few months ago. The man was more known for talking smack than for his skills. Nevertheless, Brendan spoke respectfully of him and took him seriously as a contender. While Brendan was skilled fighter in his own right, people believed Diego held the advantage since he had more experience in the big leagues. The man was just as tall and big as Brendan but lacked his agility.

“Then I guess it’s settled,” I said, staring at his hair. I placed a hand on his neck and twirled a tuft of hair around a finger. “You sure you don’t want some maintenance work on your hair?”

His eyes flashed with desire. “That can wait. I need you tonight.”

I reciprocated his look. “Happy to be of service.”

It didn’t take us long to take the trunks off the bed and replace them with our bodies. Our lovemaking had this frantic energy as if were trying to make each second count. During the nights before this, the sex we had was slow and more relaxed without losing its intensity. This time, I shrieked and moaned like a banshee. Brendan took me from one orgasm to the next until I lied exhausted underneath him.

I whispered in between breaths. “Do you treat all your opponents like this?”

“Just the ones I like,” he said, planting a kiss on my lips. “Whatever happens at the fight… win or lose… I’m glad to have had you by my side.”

I kissed him back. His face had some stubble but I didn’t mind. In fact, it made him look a bit more handsome. I then kissed him down the length of his body. “Well, I’d like my man to win.”