I saw the punch coming, but was too slow to block it. It connected hard against my left cheek sending me careening to the ropes. I tried to get back my bearings as I watched him preparing his next strike. I bounced off the ropes and ducked his punch, before throwing one of my own. I hit him square in the jaw, his head snapped back and I took the opening to throw a hard shot to his ribs.
Cole recovered quicker than I had anticipated and hit me with a hard quick face and body combo. He pushed me back against the ropes and hit me again and again in my torso. I wrapped my arms around him so that he couldn't get to me anymore. We broke apart and each returned into our stance. I was breathing a lot harder than he was.
Cole threw a jab which I was able to block. But then came another two in quick succession. I caught one but took the other to the chin. I lost my balance and we both knew he had me. He dropped his shoulder and hit me hard on my right side. I stumbled to the ground in what felt like slow motion.
"You're good!" Cole said kneeling next to me.
"You just kicked my ass." I responded to him.
"Well that's because i'm really good." He joked.
"Yeah? How do I get that good?" I asked honestly.
"Your technique is actually great. You're fast and light on your feet, your punches have a lot of power behind them." He told me as he helped me to get back to my feet. "Your problem is here." He said gesturing towards my head.
"Glassjaw?" I asked
"Not at all." He answered with a smile. "You're thinking too much. You're getting in your own head. Sometimes you need to learn to trust your instincts. When you're writing, don't you sometimes just get into the zone and the words just come to you?"
"It used to. It hasn't happened in awhile." I answered honestly.
"Probably for the same reason. Get out of your own way. Let your talent speak for itself on paper. And let your body speak for you in here." He said pointing at the ring. I nodded in agreement. "Ready for another round?" He asked. I only nodded, taking a few deep breaths and trying to clear my mind of everything. I was locked in.
Cole was aggressive and came right at me. I focused on his form, letting it dictate to me where the punches were trying to land. He threw three punches at me, I was able to block them all. On the last one, I saw an opening on his left side and threw a strong punch to his hip. He lost his balance for a bit but quickly regained his form. I saw a pleased look pass across his features. We stood facing each other, moving around one another, each of us looking for an opening. Cole threw a right hook, i saw it coming almost in slow motion. I ducked underneath it and drove straight to his body. I hit him quickly with two punches to his abdomen before pulling out again and getting some distance.
I tried to go on the offensive. I threw a jab at his jaw that he easily blocked, I cursed myself realizing how much I had left myself open. He was quickly on me, hitting me in my abdomen and on my sides. He was so fast that I felt the next blow coming as I was recovering from the last one. I grabbed onto him and held him close. We split apart and I was given a moment to breathe. I could feel my lungs burning but ignored it as I saw Cole preparing for his next attack. He threw a punch that I was capable of side stepping. I sent a punch right to his gut which brought him down to his knees.
"Okay.. That was better!" He said as he struggled to catch his breath.
"I thought so!" I replied as I sat on the ground next to him. We were both sweating profusely. It had been a hell of a workout. We took off our gloves and sat by the ring, drinking heavy doses of water to regain our strength.
"How you holding up?" Cole asked me. "I heard you've been losing clients."
"Well that was to be expected." I replied. "It's taking a hell of a toll on all of us."
"I can only imagine. But you're going to remain open?"
"I'm still not sure." I told him thinking about Ariana. "Staying open means asking my clients if they want to risk it. If I back out, at least, it's on me."
"True. I'm sure whatever you do, it'll be right thing." He told me as we stood to walk out. "We should continue working out together. You're skilled."
"Thanks. I'd like that. But not sure if I can take it. You hit like a truck." I admitted.
"Oh, and I thought I was taking it easy on you." He said with a smile. We were laughing as we walked towards our vehicles.
"Wow!" I said as I noticed what he was driving.
"You like?" He said standing proudly next to his motorcycle.
"It's a beauty." I answered as I took a look at the exceptional beast. It was a BMW HP4 super sport in all black. I ran my hand through the custom finish.
"You ride?" He asked me.
"It's been a while. I used to have a Suzuki GSX." I told him.
"Want to take it for a ride?" Cole asked.
"You're god damn right I do." I told him as he tossed me the keys. "I'll drive your car to your house." He suggested. I gave him my keys, before jumping on the bike and bringing it to life. Just feeling the power of the machine brought joy to me. I wondered why I hadn't done this in so long. I hit the accelerator and hit the streets like a bat out of hell. The feeling was indescribable. The wind hitting me and being so exposed to the elements, was something that I had missed. I took the long way home, bobbing and weaving through the busy streets, pushing past the speed limit more on more than a few occasions. Luckily I hadn't run into any cops by the time I reached my house.
"Seems like you had a hell of a good time." Cole said standing by my car.
"That was incredible. Sorry I took the long way." I apologized as we exchanged keys.
"No need. Thanks for bringing her back in one piece!" He joked. "I'll see you later." He said before jumping on his bike and driving away. As I watched him, I couldn't help but think that I had to get me one of those. I went inside the house, feeling the adrenaline from the ride coursing through my veins. I could smell something delicious being made, so I headed towards the kitchen. I smiled when I saw Kiersey cooking pancakes wearing only a t shirt and a pair of purple panties. A glass of orange juice right next to her. The T.V was on in the living room. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her torso.
"Hmmm, you're back.' Kiersey said as I lowered my lips to her neck. I rubbed my cock against her ass. "And hard. Must have been a hell of a workout." She said as I turned her around and kissed her.
"Not as good as this one is about to be." I told her as I lifted her up on the counter. I wrapped my arms around her waist as I brought our mouths together for a hot kiss. Her lips and tongue tasted like orange juice. Kiersey reached the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up over my head. I couldn't get rid of it fast enough so that I could return to kissing her delicious mouth. We kissed hard and fast, our tongues swirling and meshing together.
I fought to break away from her lips and helped her take her shirt off. Her perfect skin and sexy tits were displayed to my eyes. I wasted no time in lowering my lips and sucking away at a stiff nipple. I licked and sucked as my other hand pulled her body closer against mine. I saw Kiersey dip her hand in the glass of orange juice she had been drinking from. She covered her free nipple with the liquid.
We smiled at each other as I moved over and sucked the newly wet tit.
"Hmmm" I moaned. "Best juice i've ever had." I told her.
"Oh really?" Kiersey responded with a raised eyebrow. She grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs. " Try this." She said with a sexy grin. I instantly dropped to my knees and buried my tongue inside the folds of this sexy woman. Her juices came flooding into my mouth letting me know she was as horny as I was. I ran my tongue through her folds, tasting and enjoying every drop she had to offer.
"My clit!" Kiersey told me.
