He was enticing in every way. The way his body moved swiftly around the ring as I watched him from behind the bar. He was the best. And the best never loses.
When Blake Anderson gets a job as a bartender at the local fight club, Chargers, she meets...
A/N: Small smut warning, also have your French Translator nearby ;))
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I woke the next morning with no recollection of the night before, or should I say a few hours before. The first few seconds were of me wishing I was still sleeping. That's when I felt an arm around my waist and a chest pressed to my back.
My senses were immediately filled with the smell of him, the clean boyish smell I've come to adore. He always smelled so good in the morning. With his arm still around me, I gently placed my hand on his forearm to lift his arm off me. I didn't want to wake him.
A grumble came tumbling off his lips from his side of the bed, as I move his arm from around my waist. I was patient with all of my movements in order for him to keep sleeping.
I decided to play with him a bit this morning knowing we had so much fun last night. I shuffled my way down the bed straddling his waist, hovering over his body so I wasn't touching him.
"Bébé endormi" I whisper into the air as I watch him sleep. He was such a sleeping baby. I've known French since I was a child, it was something my dad taught me. I usually only talk in French to myself at times, to make sure I don't forget.
I trail my fingers down his chest, along his stomach, and the outline of his abdominal muscles. He stirs in sleep, and I giggle to myself under my breath. He was in for a good awakening.
His large hands meet his eyes as he rubs his fists across his eyelids.
"Je me réveille maintenant amour." He whispers in response. My movements stop as the words come tumbling off his lips in a perfect French accent. I stare at him in horror now knowing he heard me.
"You know French?" I whisper, my eyes cutting away from him. He seems to not have heard me and completely ignores my question. I suppose I'll ask him later.
"Blue? Whatcha doin?" He hums, as his face turns into the pillow, still exhausted.
"You were just so pleasant last night, H." I smirk to myself.
His head lifts up from the pillow slightly, to look down at me resting in between his legs.
"Holy shit, love. What are you doing down there?" His eyes widen as he sees my position, my fingers playing with the ends of his boxers he put on after last night's events.
"You gave me two orgasms last night, it's only fair if I return the favor. Gotta make it equal, Harry." I coo softly. My fingertips trace over his already hard bulge, that I suppose he woke up with.
"For fuck's sake." His breath hitches as I inch his underwear down slowly, revealing himself to me.
He was so big. Bigger than anyone I've ever been with. He has to be pushing nine inches. He woke up with a boner this morning as I was already in between his legs. My hands rested on the ferns, my thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his inked skin.
