“Like voyeurs?” I ask with a horrified gasp. “Oh my god.”
But Shaft’s not put off at all.
“If you want to call it voyeurism, then I guess it is,” he says carelessly. “Although I think of it more as performance art. I mean, a man and a woman, both physically perfect, grappling and then ultimately fucking in an enclosed space? Believe me, it can get pretty damn hot.”
And to my shame, my temperature’s actually shooting up as a tingle runs down my spine. Because something about Battle Bang’s hooked me, and I have to admit I’m curious.
“Tell me more,” I say softly, looking up from my hands, which have been gripping each other in my lap. “What else is there to know?”
A sly smile crosses his lips.
“You’re interested, aren’t you?”
I act all offended for a moment before smiling hesitantly.
“A little,” is my concession. “I mean, it’s crazy and far-out but also … titillating you know?”
His eyes go dark for a moment.
“It’s more than titillating sweetheart. It’s fucking rancid. We’re gonna wrestle in front of a crowd and then I’m gonna fuck that pussy so hard that you scream afterwards.”
The words make my insides go loose and hot, my cunt spasming slightly on its own in anticipation.
“Really?” I whisper. “Is that what’s going to happen?”
Those blue eyes gleam again.
“So long as you’re okay with it, then yes,” he growls. “So are you in?”
And to be honest, I’m not sure. At the beginning of this conversation, I was absolutely opposed to the idea. Sex wrestling? In front of other people? Absolutely not. I’m not some ho who’s going to give it up in front of a crowd.
But now, I’m not so sure because the things I’ve been doing with Shaft have completely changed my opinion of myself. Sweet, innocent girl? Not any more. I let him touch me everywhere so that I’m now the alpha’s little fuckslut. And my need’s on high because he’s been holding back, and I’m desperate to have that cock in me. Full completion seems to be dancing before me now like a vision in my dreams, taunting me.
“So if I do Battle Bang,” is my low murmur, “you’ll take me for real then? No more of the petting and making me come in all these different ways?”
His grin grows knowing.
“Why, don’t you like that?” he drawls, one eyebrow raising. “Far as I can see, little girl, you love that shit.”
I swallow thickly.
“I mean, yes, I like it but ….” My voice trails off.
His eyebrow cocks.
“But what sweetheart?” is that low rasp. “What’s got you tripped up?”
I swallow again, shaking my head. Isn’t it obvious? He wants me to have sex with him for the first time in public? While we wrestle in a ring, pressing against each other before he finishes with his cock in my pussy? It’s crazy.
But to my amazement, my chin nods.
“Okay,” is my soft agreement. “But with one condition.”
Shaft’s eyes gleam knowingly.
“What?” he asks. “Ask and ye shall receive.”
I take a deep breath.
“This first time, I want you to finish in me. With no protection.”
His face cracks into a grin.
“Of course, sweetheart. I’m only too happy to spurt into that sweet pussy, and I never use protection. That latex shit is disgusting and I only do bareback.”
I nod, biting my lip.
“That’s fine, but I want you to know that I’m not on any type of protection. At all,” are my slow words.
That takes the big man aback.
“You’re not on anything?” he says disbelievingly. “This entire time we’ve been together, you haven’t been using anything?”
I nod, shrugging a little.
“Well no, because you haven’t put it in me. So there was no need.”
Shaft is dumbfounded, unable to speak for a moment.
“Sweetheart,” he growls, “you know that even if a drop gets into that tiny pussy, you’re in real danger. Plus, you’re eighteen and fertile as hell. Look at your shape. You were made for childbearing.”
I nod.
“Yes, I know. I never miss a period because it comes like clockwork each month. But there was never any need to get on protection because I’ve never been with anyone before. So it would be putting chemicals in my body that I don’t need.”
Shaft shakes his head disbelievingly again.
“Fuck,” he says. “Fuck fuck.”
I let the conversation sink in for a moment before continuing.
“So knowing my one condition, are you ready to agree? Because it’s a tough condition. I want you to pulse in me with nothing on, knowing that I’m not on birth control.”
Shaft’s brows lower as he gazes at me harshly.
“I could pull out, you know. I could ruin your plan at the last minute and deprive you of my baby batter.”
I smile at him then.
“But you won’t,” are my soft words, one hand lightly trailing down his chest. I don’t care that we’re in the gym, and that there are a couple guys in the other corner. I don’t care if people see us talking intently, with my hand on his chest. Shaft means too much to me now.