Nesi
I tighten my legs around Arlo's waist, hoping for some reaction; a spin, a twirl, a groan, anything. But the energy he had on the dance floor has disappeared. I understand why, given the circumstances we both find ourselves in. I'm scared, too, though I avoid showing fear.
Our lips meet and slowly build in intensity, whether we want that or not. The way his lips move against mine surprises me, not to mention fills me with vigor, making me want him more. I expected him to be a good kisser based on his looks alone. My tongue eagerly explores his mouth and collides passionately with his, almost like a dance.
I grab the back of Arlo's head and play with his hair. It's longer than the average man's. I pull back with a firm grip on his jaw, making him meet my gaze. His stare darts back and forth between my eyes and lips. My ankles cross behind him so I can exert more pressure around his waist. I don't think we can help it, and we both kiss again.
"Hmm... you're a good kisser," I say, my voice barely audible between our sloppiness and the crowd getting into it. The audience hasn't reacted much... yet.
Arlo pulls away and squints his eyes at me. "Don't act so surprised."
I shake my head. "I'm not surprised at all."
Arlo takes a step back toward the fenced cage. I release my legs from around his waist and rush directly at him. With the momentum, I grab Arlo's wrist, spin, and fling him over my shoulder. He crashes onto his back with a resounding thud, sounding vibrations through the mat that I feel beneath my feet. At least the crowd reacts, getting excited with a few screams. I jump on Arlo and push him down; my body sprawled on top with my legs around his in a grapevine.
"We don't have to actually fight! Fuck!" he screams. Those are definitely pleasure breaths. Not out-of-breath breaths.
I lean closer into him. "We can do whatever we want. And if using my fighting skills gives me an advantage, I will use them."I full mount him and move my thong out of the way to grind my pussy on his jeans. He goes for the classic response, as is expected from someone with no fighting skills. He tries to buck and throw me off. There's no fucking way that will succeed. I laugh down at him as he tries, almost mocking him in a way. "Do you think that's going to work? All that's doing is making my tits bounce for you."
Arlo suddenly stops and stares at them. "I thought it might..."
I grab his wrists while he's distracted with my tits and move them above his head, pinning them to the mat. Doing so leads me all the way forward, and my tits push into his face. Once again, I ensnare his legs in a grapevine, surrounding them with mine so he can't move them. And now, he can't move either his arms or his legs. "Suck my tits, bitch," I command. My eyes pop open briefly, and I bite my lip. "Oh, I feel you..."
Arlo releases a grunt and a pretty manly one, to my surprise. Yet I don't feel his lips or tongue. "Mmm... Fuck!"
I feel his heavy breaths fan out over my tits. He's squirming more than licking and sucking. "Come on, get that dirty tongue back out." A few moments pass, and I still don't feel anything. "Come on, Arlo!" I scream at him.
"Fuck you!" I hear him mumble. I think he screamed that, but my tits dampened his voice.
I grin. "Fine... you know what?" I scoot up a bit and move my abs into his face instead.
"Damn," he pants. "Hey, wait—"
"Oh my, you like my abs?" I run my abs down his face and then back up. This time, his tongue escapes his mouth without me saying anything. I feel his saliva coat my grooves and every chiseled square. He's so distracted that I'm able to release him, his hands staying above his head. I clutch his hair with my left hand while putting my right hand on the back of his head. "Hmm. It's not a mounted triangle choke... But an abdominal triangle!" I press him into my abs, and he coughs because he lacks air. A glance over my shoulder shows Arlo growing and growing in his jeans. It's easy to see the well-defined bulge.
Arlo shifts his weight enough to make us roll, allowing him to escape because I got slightly distracted. We continue rolling, and my abs shine under the bright arena lights, covered in Arlo's saliva. Our bodies slam into the cage, preventing us from going any further. I settle on top of him, now face-to-face rather than abs-to-face. "No, I don't like your abs," he spits up at me.
"Liar," I taunt. "Let's get this party started!" With a swift motion, I grab his shirt and forcefully pull it over his head. Riping it off would've been cooler, but this method does the trick. My gaze lands on his bare chest and stomach, devoid of impressive muscles. There's only a bit of hair that graces his chest. "You need to hit the gym, man." I continue to mock him, unable to resist.
"Shut up!" Arlo yells at me with a red face. "I'm stronger than I look." He grabs the back of my head, his grip firm and commanding. He pulls me down, and our lips meet again in a powerful collision. I expect him to throw me off, but he pulls me closer to him, and I don't mind that at all. Our lips intertwine again without hesitation, and our tongues immediately find each other's mouths. I swirl mine in his, and he swirls his in mine. He pulls back and I grin down at him. His eyebrows suddenly narrow, and then he pulls back and headbutts me, sending me flying off him.
"Fuck!" I scream, holding my head. "That hurt, dude! God!"
"Two can play at the physical game..." I hear him mutter.
While I struggle to recover, Arlo gets up and seizes my ankle, flipping me onto my stomach and dragging me across the mat to the center of the octagon. I can't grasp the cage in time to stay in place. I push myself up, but I see his shadow towering over me, and he uses his foot to push me down onto my hands and knees. I watch his shadow in the heavy lighting, and he leans over me, his lips pressed to my ear. "I'm not dying here, Nesi," he says. "You look good on all fours." He gives my ass an audible slap.
I bite my lip. "We'll see about that," I answer, but Arlo's actions cut me off. He's behind me now, and I feel his tongue lick up my ass. His tongue snakes between my lacy thong and my skin, hooking it into his mouth and biting it. He yanks it down perfectly in one swift motion of his head. He pulls my thong from my ankles and puts his left hand between my legs, rubbing my clit. "Oh, don't worry, Nesi. I'll cover you up to make sure these naughty audience members can't see you." He kisses up my back, now groping my tits with his right hand. His fingers work my clit, clockwise and counterclockwise, and my mouth moans against my will. I can't help but think... I want his fingers in me. I want his cock in me. I want him in me.
"Where... Ahh!" I stop to moan. "Where did this confidence come from?" I ask him, loving his hand between my legs.
"It's live or die... I have no choice," he says, kissing the nape of my neck.
My hands clench into fists that I pound into the mat with my ass in the air. I can enjoy this briefly. I should be okay, right? I hear him groan, and that's when I make my move. I flip over and deliver two powerful kicks to his face, my sole crushing his nose. He grabs his face and grunts in pain while taking a few steps back. "God dammit!"
He's not bleeding, so he'll be fine. I ignore the gasps from the audience as I stand up naked in the cage. They get a full view of my body, my tits, abs, perfect thighs, and skin. I'm the complete package. Jamaal is right. I shouldn't waste my life in some minimum wage job. This place suits me. Being naked suits me. Despite the prying eyes, I need to stay focused.
I pick up my discarded thong and pull Arlo to one corner of the cage. I slam him against the metal. He still holds his face, and maybe I kicked him harder than I realize. His jeans reveal another potential reason. He's completely hard. That cock in his jeans looks large. There's nothing to be ashamed of regarding his size, that's for sure. Eventually, that cock will be mine.
With my thong in hand, I leap up, straddle the top of the cage, and climb over, dropping onto the other side. The holes in the cage are large enough to put my plan into motion. I watch Arlo through the cage as he shakes his head, clearly disoriented. I scan my surroundings and notice movement in the corner of my eye. Two armed soldiers approach with their guns aimed at me.
"Get back in the ring!" one yells.
"The match isn't over!" the second one screams.
The crowd murmurs and whispers to each other back and forth.
Glancing at the soldiers, I ignore them and proceed with my original plan. I reach through the cage and deliver a not-so-strong punch to Arlo's side to weaken him further. As he groans and reaches for the spot I struck, I seize the opportunity and grip his wrist, forcing it through the cage. I skillfully tie his wrists together in a tight knot with my thong so he's bound to this spot.
"Leave her be." That's Small Coffee's voice. I turn and see him hiding in the shadows. He waves off the soldiers who fall back in line.
"The fuck!" Arlo utters, now realizing what's happening. But it's too late. Once he's bound and can't break free, I leap over the cage and drop into the octagon. I smirk and walk over to him. With the way his hands are bound, he's knees are bent somewhat, preventing him from standing erect. That makes him look up at me, and I get to look down at him. I get in his personal space and unzip his jeans, dropping them and his boxers in one fell swoop. I rip them from his ankles as he struggles to break free. But with his wrists through the cage and bound, he's not going anywhere.
"There we go. Now, we're both naked," I say. I step back and stare down at his cock. It's erect and has a slight pulse to it. Throbbing to the naked eye. I grab it with my left hand in a firm grip and use it to pull myself toward him into another kiss. Our lips lock, and I stroke him a bit. He moans into my mouth, and I eat those up, pulling back in a tease to make him chase me. I stroke him and creep my finger along his jawline, starting at the neck and moving to his chin. He has fantastic features that I can't help but admire, regardless of being inside this cage and our situation. He starts to protest and shakes his head, causing a couple of my fingers to fling up into his mouth from his jaw. His lips collapse around them, and he sucks. Hard. I step back in shock and even let go of his cock. "Huh?"
I pull my fingers out, the sound of suction breaking as he eagerly chases them just like he did my lips. I push two fingers back in, and he licks them with fervor, his wet mouth leaving a trail of saliva every time I remove them. The smell of his breath mixed with his saliva fills the space between us. I push my fingers further in, feeling the warmth and wetness enveloping them. His tongue wraps around my fingers, his head bobbing slowly back and forth. The sensation is intense, tantalizing, and something I never would've expected him to enjoy. I continue to push deeper and deeper, with curiosity getting the best of me. The feeling of resistance grows until I can no longer advance. I withdraw my fingers, only to thrust them back in. He craves more, unable to get enough. His groans become less manly, which tells me he really enjoys this more than he could ever admit with words. We lock eyes and that sends a little shutter through his body.
"You're really good at sucking my fingers... My goodness," I say with a mix of admiration and surprise. My fingers rest on his lips, and he looks up at me; his panting spans his breath onto my hand. I use a third this time and insert my index, middle, and ring fingers into his mouth, his lips gliding back and forth. He deep-throats them effortlessly.
And I immediately noticed...
Arlo doesn't have a gag reflex.