Chapter 21
Julia
Icould hardly wait for the post-fight conference to be over. I sat there, both knees bouncing, counting every passing second until the thing was over. As satisfying as it was to hear Devil Face try to explain his poor performance, I was too turned on by what I’d just witnessed to pay much attention to his groveling.
Seeing Red claim his victory in that octagon had me sweating more than a sinner in church. I was captivated, enthralled,mesmerized. His rippling muscles, his intense eyes, his lightning speed…
Hot as hell.
But that wasn’t all. Dylan impressed me to no end, too. He was in his element, easily calling out weaknesses and opportunities with the confidence and command of a general leading his men into battle. He looked downright sexy up there, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his eyes trained on the fight.
Then there was Cash. He didn’t let go of my hand once. I couldn’t help but flinch when I thought Red was about to take a hit. I was anxious the whole time, worried the tables would turn and Red might end up hurt. Cash was an absolute darling through the whole thing, whispering reassurances in my ear and giving my fingers a comforting squeeze to soothe my nerves.
“I don’t know how you stand it,” I murmured sometime after the first round.
“He’s got this, baby,” Cash said calmly. “Trust me. He’s going to win.”
“How do you know?”
“Because this is what we were born to do.”
There was just something about passionate men that did me in like a house of cards. These were men who knew what they wanted and did something about it.
The second the conference was over, we headed back to the hotel. It was safe to say that the four of us only had one thing in mind.
I wasn’t sure who kissed whom first. Maybe it was me, throwing my arms around Red’s neck as he scooped me up and carried me into the hotel suite. Or maybe it was Dylan who kissed me first, pressing me against the hallway wall while Cash unlocked the door. Or maybe it was Cash who made the first move, kissing me deeply while his hands roamed my body the second we found ourselves in the elevator.
It was a beautiful kind of chaos as we stumbled into Red’s room together.
Clothes? Offensive.
Sultry kisses? A necessity.
The undivided attention from three of the sexiest men in the UFC? A blessing from above.
Red was seated with his back against the headboard, his gorgeously thick cock standing at attention. Every inch of my skin was tingling with anticipation as I crawled towards him on my hands and knees, licking my lips before I dipped to take him into my mouth.
He hissed, tugging at a fistful of my hair. “That’s it, honey. Show me what that mouth can do.”
Cash came up behind me and clapped me on the ass, squeezing my cheeks in his massive palms. “You’re soaking, baby. I bet you want us to fill this needy little pussy of yours, hm?”
I groaned as he stroked the tip of his cock up and down my slit, collecting my wet heat. A shiver raced down my spine when he pressed in, burying himself deep. I felt so incredibly full, on the verge of bursting, yet I wanted so much more.
Cash pistoned in and out of me, his thrusts hard and fast. My mind blanked when the head of his cock dragged over my sweet spot, stars flashing across the insides of my eyelids as I took Red all the way.
He growled, combing his fingers through my hair. “Look at me, Julia. I want you to look me in the eye when I come down your throat.”
My pussy clenched, a thrill shooting straight through me.
“Fuck,” Cash hissed. “That made you so nice and tight, baby. Do you like sucking his cock that much?”
Pleasure rippled through me, my sudden orgasm washing over me with the force of a tsunami. My body trembled and my knees quaked.
Cash chuckled. “I guess that’s our answer.”
“I’m getting close,” Red mumbled. He looked at Dylan. “Switch?”
“Absolutely.”