Unstoppable (12 page)

“Yeah. My guy’s still out. And he didn’t hit me with shit. Your guy clocked you. Damn Dekk, looks like he got you good,” I joked. The mark under his eyes was clearly a punch that glanced off of his face, or fell short.

“Got me good, huh?” Dekk asked as I noticed his jaw muscles flex.

It really wasn’t that good. Just a little red mark.

“Dekk…” I knew what he was going to do.

And in one quick thoughtless motion, his boot came back and swung into the stomach of the guy on the floor. Although the table between us hid most of Shane’s leg, a muffled grunt confirmed a good solid kick to his torso. And then, the blur of his leg again. And again. And again. Each swing followed by another muffled grunt.

“Cocksucker!” Dekk shouted as he continued to kick him.

“Dekk?” I placed my hands on my hips and smiled.

Without emotion, as if I had interrupted him from his favorite video game, he cocked his head to face me, and paused from kicking the guy on the floor.

“What?” he looked as if after I answered him, he was going to start kicking the guy again.

“You wouldn’t have given that dude the car. You know that, right?” I asked as I pulled my wallet from my pocket and tossed forty dollars on the table.

“Yeah, I know,” he responded as he stepped back from the table.

Short of a few pounds of romantic bullshit and a slice of sincerity, Shane Dekkar and I stood before God the same person. Shane just did a good job of keeping his demons at bay. I didn’t want my demons at bay.

“Oh my God. That was so hot,” I heard the familiar voice of the waitress say.

I turned to my right to face her as she spoke.

“We watched from over there. That was awesome. What did they do?” she asked as she motioned toward the exit, where another waitress stood with a smile on her face.

One good thing about not having a real job, and trying to divide your free time into manageable portions through the course of the day, is you can find bars that aren’t full of a lot of patrons. Most of the bars Dekk and I picked since his touch of fame were bars that were pretty empty during the day. It kept things like this from happening. This bar was no exception. The patio where we had been sitting was empty, less Dekk and I. These two wannabe tough guys were leaving the interior bar and walking through the patio when they noticed Dekk. Other than the two fallen heroes and the waitress, no one else knew we were here.

“They were disrespectful,” Shane responded.

“You guys beat the crap out of them,” the waitress acknowledged.

“Sure did,” I confirmed.

“So. Wow. That was awesome. Are you guys, like….uhhm, fighters,” she giggled as she covered her mouth with her hands.

Dekk looked and me and slowly shook his head. I nodded at the waitress and smiled, “Yeah, we’re boxers.”

“Like real boxers? Like boxers?” she lowered her hands and slapped her knees, clearly incapable of containing her excitement.

“Yep, professionals,” I answered as Dekk slowly started walking around the table.

“Oh my God, can it get any better?” she asked.

“Well,” I paused, looked at Shane, smiled, and turned back to face the waitress.

Hell, I just as well try.

“I’ve got a pierced cock,” I smiled.

She raised her hands to her mouth and squeaked as her knees knocked together.

Yeah, name’s Mike fucking Ripton.

And I’m Unstoppable.

RIPP.
Knock out one guy for being a douchebag, and the girl by your side decides you’re not suitable for her to continue any form of a relationship with, including casual sex. Knock out another douchebag in front of some random unknown girl, and she is so turned on she wants to fuck you almost immediately.

Trying to predict women’s likes, dislikes, desires, turn-ons, or turn-offs was impossible. I decided I was just going to try and fuck them all, and the ones who agreed would be in for a nice little session of pierced cock heaven. Fuck trying to figure them out. That’s impossible. I’ll leave that up to Shane.

“If we knock this motherfucker over, I’m gonna be mad as hell,” naked, I stood and stared at her as she lay sprawled out over the back of my motorcycle.

“I’ll make sure it doesn’t tip over,” she smiled.

“
You’re
gonna make sure? What do you weigh? A buck ten?” I asked dryly.

“Huh?” she asked as she nestled into place, her head draped onto the rear fender.

“What do you weigh?” I asked, not really caring to know the answer.

“Oh, a hundred and fifteen, why?” she smiled.

“Just wondering,” I really didn’t give two fucks what she weighed.

Her smile looked strange with her head halfway upside down. I felt like I was starting to get dizzy from breathing the motorcycle’s exhaust. I blinked my eyes a few times to clear the fumes from my drying out orbs. As her head shook back and forth on the fender, I looked the bike over - to make sure it seemed stable.

As long as I’ve been riding, I have never fucked anyone on a bike, running or not. The waitress from the bar, after the fight, got onto the back of my bike for a quick ride. Almost instantly, she fell in love with the vibration of the Harley as we rode around downtown. After taking her back to the bar where she worked, she retrieved her car, and had I followed her home.

After a little persuasion on her part, I agreed to fuck her on my bike, with the engine running, in her garage. She insisted the garage door be closed so the neighbors couldn’t see what we were doing. The small single car garage with a running bike in it was now full of exhaust fumes, two naked people, and a wad of clothes on the floor. She was lying on the bike with her feet on the floor, her back on the seat, and her head slung onto the back fender with her mouth hanging open.

“So are you dominant?” she asked.

“Are you fucking serious? Look at me,” I responded as I pointed my index fingers at my chest.

“I
am
looking at you,” she giggled over the sound of the exhaust as her head wobbled from the fender vibrating.

I really wasn’t in the mood for stupidity. I suppose if I pick up some immature waitress from the bar who is willing to fuck me just because I beat the shit out of a dude while she watched, I shouldn’t expect a biochemical engineer.

Naked, I stood behind the bike in my Chuck’s with my cock in my hand and my eyes watering. I looked at her, rolled my eyes, and started stroking it.

“No, I meant look at me as a person. My personality. My appearance. I’m two hundred fifty pounds of tattooed muscle,” I stroked my cock as I walked closer, “I knocked out a dude at the bar, remember? I am a boxer.”

“I knew it. I
knew
you were a Dom,” she blinked her eyes as stared at my cock.

Oh that’s what she meant. A Dom.

Fucking women. I swear.

“Open your fucking mouth,” I demanded in my best impersonation of a Dom.

“It is…” she began.

I interrupted her half way through whatever she intended on saying by shoving my cock in her mouth. Standing behind the bike, knees bent, I began to fuck the waitress’ mouth. I closed my eyes to relieve them of the burning from the exhaust. After four or five good strokes, I opened my eyes and looked down. Something about watching my cock sliding in and out of a woman’s mouth has always satisfied me.

Her eyes began to water, and her mascara ran from her eyes onto her forehead. I would like to think her eyes watering had been a result of my big cock in her mouth, but it may have very well been from the motorcycle’s exhaust. As I continued to punish her mouth, I reached forward and grabbed her neck in my hands.

She wants a Dom, I’ll give her one.

I’m not a Dom, and other than talking to a few friends who dabbled in it, I knew nothing about it. It seemed these days it was what every woman
believed
she wanted. Shane and I had talked about it and laughed, knowing Kace read a lot of books about dominance and submission. I had joked with him several times, saying Kace was going to require him to one day become her Dom.
Master Shane.

We both believed in the absence of these types of books, there would be far less women attempting to be submissive. It shocked me women couldn’t just be themselves. Additionally, the amount of men who delved into dominance, with little or no knowledge, had become huge. All based on an influx of ridiculous books.

“Swallow that cock,” I shouted as I forced myself into her throat as far as I could get it to go.

As I pushed it against the back of her throat, I squeezed her neck in my left hand. Something about this was
extremely
satisfying. It was like fucking and fighting at the same time. As she began to gag on my cock, I realized I had lost track of what I was doing and had been pushing my cock into her throat for several seconds.

Well, fuck she didn’t say anything, maybe she likes it.

I had no intention of hurting her, but I was really beginning to have fun. The bike vibrating caused her head to vibrate. This was something, short of the exhaust fumes, I could learn to love. Slowly, I pulled my cock from her throat and held it in my hand. As soon as it passed her lips, she gasped for a breath. As her chest heaved, for some reason, I slapped her face with my cock.

“You like that cock in your throat, don’t you?” I asked in a deep stern tone.

Hell if she likes it, I could do this all night.

“I fucking love it,” she gasped.

“You like it when I choke your submissive little throat, don’t you?” I snarled.

“I love it. Choke me harder,” her chest convulsed as she gasped for her next breath.

“Shut the fuck up, don’t tell me what to do,” I growled as I slapped her face with my cock again.

I had no idea where that came from, the slapping of her face with my cock - especially not as hard as I had hit her. I was shocked, actually, that I had done it at all. As soon as my cock bounced off of her cheek, she spoke.

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir,” she blurted.

Oh yeah. I could really grow to like this.

A lot.

I wiped my burning eyes with the back of my left hand.

Gripping the base of the shaft in my hand, I raised my cock from her face twelve inches and slapped her as hard as I could with it. Almost immediately, a red cock shaped welt began to rise on her face. Although I haven’t made it a point to look at other dudes cocks, I am not a stupid man. I
know
my cock is huge. I don’t know what it weighs, but swinging it into her face made me realize that it is heavy. Hell, I wouldn’t want to be hit with it, and I’m a man - a tough man at that.

“Open,” I hollered.

Immediately, she opened her mouth. As soon as her lips parted, I forced myself into her throat until I hit an obstruction. Two-thirds of my cock was in her mouth. Actually, she had more of my cock in her mouth than anyone else had ever achieved. Impressed with her determination, I held my cock in this position as I squeezed her neck in my left hand. As her face began to clearly turn a fairly dark shade of red, I released my grasp and pulled myself from her mouth.

“Holy…”

“Fuck,” she said as she fought for her next breath, saliva running out of her mouth and along her cheeks.

Her head being upside down made the entire process of witnessing this fiasco a little bit more interesting. Now, gasping for air, the saliva ran from her mouth and dripped around her eyes.

“You fucking love it, don’t you?” I bellowed.

“I do…” she coughed.

“I love it sir…” she paused and caught her breath.

“More,” she begged as she began to pinch her nipples in between her fingers and thumbs.

“Open,” I demanded.

I pressed my cock slowly and steadily into her mouth as I reached for her neck. As I began to squeeze her neck in my hand, I pushed my hips forward and held pressure against the obstruction inside her throat. I stared at the three remaining inches of my cock that wasn’t in her throat, and pressed a little harder. Naturally, I wanted to attempt to force it all inside of her, but the obstruction prevented it. In the same place, each time, my cock stopped short.

As I pressed my cock into her throat, I began to talk shit.

“Here in a minute, I’m going to just fuck you into a pile of worn out flesh, do you understand that?” I asked gruffly.

I no more than finished speaking, and I felt her throat convulse, followed by an audible
pop.
The remaining three inches of my cock disappeared into her mouth. When it did, I felt my cock fill her throat with my left hand as I squeezed her neck.
Holy fuck, this is cool.
As my balls pressed against the space between her upper lip and nose, my watering eyes opened wide, and I smiled at my accomplishment.

Well, her accomplishment.

Our accomplishment.

My entire cock was in her throat. Every fucking inch of it. This was a first. I stared in awe of what had happened. After what may have been several seconds, I noticed she was blinking her eyes rapidly. Maybe this was some sort of a submissive sign to stop, hell I didn’t know. Reluctantly, I pulled my cock from her mouth.

She sat up and pressed her palms against her chest as she heaved for breath. As she gasped for air, she sounded like someone who had come up for a breath at the swimming pool after trying to swim all the way to the bottom, not knowing of the pressure at that depth. As her breathing began to become less labored, she lowered herself back onto the motorcycle seat.

“Holy fuck. That was hot,” she said as she lowered the back of her head onto the fender again.

Her head, resting on the fender, shook as the motorcycle sat running, the exhaust note rumbling through the garage.

Jesus H. Christ. She actually enjoyed that. Impossible. No one likes this shit.

Her face was covered in saliva and mascara. Hell, being dominant is as good as being in a fist fight. Maybe better. I really wanted to fuck her, but I needed to see my cock disappear into her throat again before we moved on to anything else. As the motorcycle vibrated and the exhaust filled the garage, I wondered how breathing all of these fumes may affect us.