Tough Guys - Thorn

Content advisory: m/f sex

This is a new on-going serial about men who are a little more than human and participate in the sport of underground, bare knuckle fighting.

Thorn Davidson wiped blood from his lip and strode from the makeshift ring a conquering champion. His opponent limped away from the opposite side, in much worse shape. To his right, a cluster of women called and waved at him. To the victor, the choice of the spoils.

“Way to go, man,” his best bud, Aidan called.

Thorn threw his hand up in acknowledgment and kept going. He was hurting a lot more than he wanted anyone to know. What he needed now was to get his sweaty, swore body under the hottest water he could stand and clean away the sweat and blood.

Bare knuckle fighting wasn’t a sport for everyone, but for him, it was a salvation. It provided an outlet for the always simmering aggression that lingered just beneath his skin. Dispelling it in a way that didn’t cause undue harm. The men who faced him in the underground fights knew his reputation and chose to take him on anyway. He didn’t feel a bit bad about kicking someone’s ass when they voluntarily presented it.

Without the fights, things sometimes got out of hand, and that scared the hell out of Thorn. He needed to keep himself under control at all times, and with the volatile temperament of an artist, there was plenty to keep in check.

The last time he had lost it, someone had nearly died and not because Thorn had beaten the hell out of him, but because his secret ability had reared its ugly head. When Thorn lost control, strange things happened. Temperatures fluctuated, dark clouds gathered, and sometimes lightning struck a little too close to home. Atmospheric disturbances followed Thorn like a stray followed a man who showed it a moment’s kindness.

***

After a long hot shower, Thorn exited the locker room. Maybe he would grab a bite and then drive down into LA. He loved the city, traffic and all. Driving at night usually relaxed him enough that he could work on his latest score, at least mentally, as he maneuvered the streets and took in the sights.

His latest project was giving him trouble and had jacked his anxiety level. The fight had relieved most of it. Now he could work. The movie’s director had been breathing down his neck for a week, it was time to get his ass in gear and get the damn score together.

A leggy blonde sashayed toward him, hips wiggling nicely.

Hold the violins, Batman. Maybe the score was going to have to wait a little bit. He never had a problem getting women and it looked like this one was dying to add herself to his list of conquests. His nether regions had already taken stock of the situation and responded accordingly.

“Thorn,” she said. “I just wanted to tell you that you were magnificent.”

He wasn’t going to argue with her. A grin spread over his face. “Why, thank you, Miss. . .”

“Cynthia Aldridge. Call me Cindy.”

“Thank you, Cindy.” She was a looker. Movie starlet material. “I was on my way to grab some food. If you’d care to join me, I’ll buy.”

She practically purred. “I’d love that.”

“Great. That’s my car,” he said and pointed to his ride. “You want to follow me or ride along?”

“I’ll follow.”

***

He drove to his favorite all night diner and Cindy rode his ass all the way there. He hoped she wanted her ass ridden in return because his cock hadn’t stopped badgering him for some action since she’d crossed his path.

Please don’t let her turn out to be a flake.

He didn’t like brainless women. Not even ones where he planned nothing beyond a quick fuck. And this one needed a good thorough fucking and he was just the person to deliver. It would be a pity and a bore if she had nothing better to talk about than inane babble.

He pulled into the parking lot and she parked almost on top of him in the next space. It wasn’t looking good for her in the brains department. He backed up and repositioned his car.

***

Thorn was pleasantly surprised to learn his dinner partner might be a horrid driver but she had a quick wit and bantered with him over a light meal. After a few drinks she retained most of her intellect, further impressing him. He was flat out shocked to discover she was an aspiring actress. She seemed too intelligent to spend her time trying to get into that pit of vipers.

Thorn was well schooled in the workings of Hollywood and the people who made the wheels go round. Unable to stop himself, he said, “You’re a beautiful woman, but you’re too intelligent for Hollyweird. Why do you want to get involved with that crowd?”

She smiled and said, “Doesn’t every girl grow up dreaming of being a movie star?”

“Dunno. I didn’t grow up as a girl.”

“No sisters?”

“Nope. Just me.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Nah. I liked growing up an only child. Just me and mom.”

“You don’t strike me as a mamma’s boy.”

A stab of pain nailed his chest. “I’m not.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing you can help. My mother went missing a year ago. Vanished without a trace and nothing’s turned up since.”

“Oh. My God. I’m so sorry.”

Thorn shook his head. Her disappearance had left a tremendous hole in his life. His mother was one of only two people who knew about his odd ability. She was the only person he could talk to about anything, including his fear of killing someone with a freak lightening show.

“Maybe she’ll turn up some day.” He didn’t believe that for one minute but it was the pat answer when people turned on the pity. He could take being beaten black and blue, but he couldn’t take the well meaning pity over his mother’s disappearance.

“I don’t want to be rude, but I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“I understand.” She touched his arm with a warm but light touch. “I’ve been a fangirl of yours for a while.”

“You like the fights?”

“Well, yeah. It’s raw male power. But I meant your music.”

He warmed considerably. “A score fan. I knew there was more to you than your looks.”

She laughed. “Yes. You have exactly twelve scores available for purchase. I know because I have them all.”

She really was a fangirl. Your works are amazing and beautiful.

“Thank you,” he said and meant it. “It’s gratifying to know that someone besides a director likes my work.” Though he sold a lot of copies it wasn’t the same as having someone tell him personally they liked his work. I love what I do. Most people aren’t so lucky.

“You’re right.” She met his gaze. Her eyes were a lovely jade, striking and unusual.

“Thorn, how about we go back to my place? Maybe have a drink…or something?” She raised a questioning eyebrow.

“How about my place instead?” he countered.

***

“Wow,” she said and looked around his living room which functioned as a studio. “Do your neighbors ever get upset with you?”

“Nope. They only hear what I let them. I can do everything through headphones. Keeps the peace around here. You know what asswipes condos can harbor.”

“Yes. I do.” She picked up a trade magazine. “Your place is really cool. Total dude place but I like it.”

“Have a seat.” He motioned to the matching black leather recliner and sofa. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Actually, if you have a Pepsi, that would be great. I don’t need any more alcohol.”

He fetched a soda for her and iced tea for himself. He didn’t need to be getting shitfaced either because he had plans that didn’t include passing out cold with a hot woman in his place.

She drank a bit of the soda then said, “How about a tour of the rest of your place?”

The rest of the place consisted of the kitchen, the bathroom and his bedroom. He was pretty sure she wasn’t interested in his choice of appliances or the sparkling white tile in the bathroom. “How about if we just check out the bedroom instead?” He quirked up an eyebrow.

“Sounds like a fabulous idea.” She set her glass down and stood gracefully.

He stood to join her but quick as a blink she was standing before him, her arms around his neck. Her soft body pressed firmly into his. His cock responded, firming and pressing at his jeans. She ground her pelvis into his, rubbing against his shaft.

A groan came out of him. He reached around and grasped her firm ass. He squeezed and brought her into greater contact with his cock. Then her hands dropped away from his neck and latched on the waistband of his jeans. Nimble fingers undid the fastenings, reached inside and touched him.

She found the head and stroked over it in a slow teasing motion before moving down the shaft and closing around it. She stroked languidly then squeezed before going back to the head.

His breath came out in a hiss.

Smirking, she withdrew her hand.

Thorn moved fast, wrapping her in his arms and dragging her tight. He bent and claimed her lips in a long, hot kiss. A little moan escaped her. He licked insistently at her lower lip then nipped, demanding she open. Her lips parted and his tongue shot into her mouth and stroked along hers. She tasted faintly of mint.

Her tongue danced along his then twined them together. His lip was sore from a blow he’d taken in the ring but he didn’t give a damn. Cindy tasted wonderful and he wanted to devour her as their mouths stroked against each other, their lips pressing and exchanging in the language of sex.

Her hands worked his shirt loose from his jeans and eased up under the cotton button-down. Warm fingers stroked over his skin in slow sensuous strokes that sent ripples of pleasure over him. He moaned against her mouth, craving more of what she was doing.

His hands stroked up her sides and cupped her breasts through the thin material of her blouse. Her nipples had pebbled into hard little buds. His thumbs stroked slowly over them stimulating them into even harder peaks.

Breaking the kiss, she moaned, “Bedroom.”

Thorn didn’t need to be prodded a second time. He scooped her into his arms and lifted her effortlessly. She pressed against a sore area on his abdomen where he had bruised but it didn’t hamper him.

He strode down the short hallway to his bedroom. He was glad he’d taken the time to change his bedding. He usually made sure the bedroom was immaculate on the nights he went to compete in the ring. Many times he came home with a companion and the last thing he wanted was for a hot woman to be turned off because he hadn’t made his bed or picked up. Done in wine and tan, the room looked masculine but nice.

He set her on her feet and ripped back the duvet before reaching for her again. His fingers quickly worked loose the buttons on her silk blouse and peeled it off her shoulders. He turned her and fumbled with her bra.

“Let me,” she said and quickly undid the maddening little hooks that held the contraption together. She shrugged out of it, freeing her breasts. He stroked a finger over one hard nipple then bent and fastened his mouth over the taut little peak.

He swirled his tongue around the hard little bud while his hand closed on its companion and massaged. Her head fell backward and a long moan came out of her.

She returned the favor and worked loose the buttons on his shirt. She gasped. “Thorn, oh my God. Are you in a lot of pain?”

He glanced at what had drawn her attention. A huge bruise covered the right side of his abdomen. “Hurts a little but I’ve had a lot worse.”

“Maybe you should have a doctor look at that,” she said in a faltering voice.

“Nah. I’m fine. It’s just a bruise. Get ‘em all the time.” That was an understatement. He tried to keep his face from getting beaten up but the rest of him almost always sported wounds and bruises.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Apparently taking him at his word, she unfastened the button on his jeans and shoved them over his hips. He kicked off his shoes and his jeans followed. Commando underneath, his cock sprang free and stood at proud attention. He’d been blessed by the cock gods and Cindy reacted appropriately.

“My,” she breathed, “You’re big. You’re real big.”

Thorn grinned. His dick never failed to impress the ladies and that was before he even managed to get it in them and show them a little action. “Glad you like him.”

Her hand closed on his shaft and slowly worked him, stroking silky skin over hard core. Her motions increased in tempo and the head wept a clear droplet. She stopped jerking him off and her index finger captured the moisture and smoothed it over the sensitive head, dipping over the ridge.

Then she touched one of the matching intricate tats that circled his biceps. “Those are lovely. Whoever inked you did a marvelous job.”

“Thanks. I think they say something in some ancient language but I’m not sure.” He grinned sheepishly. “I’m afraid those happened one night after I left a movie premier and got a bit too intoxicated. I don’t remember having them done. Imagine my surprise when I woke the next morning and my arms felt like hamburger. Must have taken someone hours to do those.”

“They’re quite beautiful but they fit someone who fights.”

He’d always thought that, too. However they’d got there, he didn’t care because he liked them.

Switching gears, he unfastened her pants and a moment later she wiggled from them and her shoes. His hand delved into her lace panties, searching for her center. His finger found her opening and played at the mouth of the entrance.

She widened her stance, giving him better access.

His index finger slipped inside her wet passage and pumped, testing her readiness. A moan drifted from her. She was ready all right. He slipped another finger inside and pumped rapidly. She rocked her hips, riding his digits.

“Let’s take this party to the mattress,” he said and withdrew his fingers.

She whimpered at the loss but climbed onto the bed and situated herself in the middle. Thorn joined her and wasting no time settled by her and drew her into his arms.

Her hands twined in his hair. “You have really beautiful hair,” she said and stroked her fingers through his shoulder length locks.

He laughed. “Thanks.” He was used to getting his cock complemented but not his hair.

“All men should wear their hair long. It’s so damn sexy.” Her fingers kept stroking through the strands.

He silenced her with a kiss that quickly deepened. With his mouth still locked on hers, he caught a breast and stroked the hard peak, circling and caressing in gentle motions. She moaned against his mouth and clutched at his shoulder.

Without breaking the kiss, Thorn moved to slid over her. Finally coming up for air, he positioned himself and captured his cock. He rubbed the weeping head along her soft folds then found her entrance. He probed then pushed forward until his prick was buried to the hilt in hot, wet pussy.

A little moan came out of her and she shifted under him, widening her legs to better accommodate his big body.

Claiming her lips again he moved slowly, letting her adjust to him. Settling into an easy rhythm, he drove and withdrew from her slick passage. She moaned and her hands stroked his back. Her touch was silky soft and felt good on his heated skin. He subtly changed his angle of penetration to maximize contact with her sensitive flesh. She rewarded him with a long groan.

He picked up his pace, driving into her with purpose. His body hurt in more places than he wanted to acknowledge but his nether regions were in the pleasure zone. He pumped harder, grunting with his efforts.

Her hands wandered down his back to his pumping ass and squeezed then caressed before making their way back up to his shoulders. He cut off her soft grunts of pleasure with his mouth, spearing his tongue into her with a rhythm that matched his thrusting cock.

She broke the kiss. “Harder, fuck me harder,” she gasped and pumped her hips in encouragement.

Thorn drove into her with powerful strokes. She wanted to be fucked hard, he could deliver.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Harder baby. Give it to me.”

Taking direction, he slammed his hips against her, driving his cock balls deep with each thrust. His nuts banged against her ass on each down stroke.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” She gyrated under him, her own efforts accelerating until sweating and writhing, she let out a long wail. Hips pumping madly, she sank her nails into his back and raked downward in long burning trails.

He banged into her harder, furiously driving for his own peak as she crested with a howl of pleasure. Her tight pussy clenched around him, milking him with hard contracting spasms.

Pleasure shot through him and the warm tingle of impending release rushed over him. Three more thrusts and his release came in hard spurts, filling her with the powerful jets of his orgasm. His thrusts slowed and total warm pleasure washed over him. He caught her lips in a final kiss before pulling from her still clenching pussy and rolling off her.

“Wow,” she murmured drowsily. “I’ve never had a sex god before.”

Thorn chuckled and relaxed beside her. He might not be a sex god but he did know how to please a woman.

~ Nickie Asher ~

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