The Mute Fighter | 3

020

020 - Midnight surprises

A week passed, my parents had come home Tuesday and left again Friday, to check up on my brother again. I had gotten my car, which was a black camaro.

I was now able to race around as I pleased. Which I had celebrated by racing around town with Fran ad Celina for an entire day. It was fun.

But after that long week, I was pleased to have the house to myself this weekend. I just stayed home and relaxed.

I was currently cuddled up on the couch, there was a storm outside. Fran had told me that they were thinking about canceling tonight's fight in the underground, it was that bad.

It was close to midnight when I began to doze off. Even though I had been watching Chicago Fire all evening, there was only so much Kelley Severide could do for me.

Suddenly despite the loud storm, I heard banging on the front door. I shot up immediately, in surprise. "What the hell?" I muttered as I rubbed my eyes.

The banging turned weak and I frowned a little, was someone actually out there or was it just branches and shit flying around out there?

I moved to get up from the couch, but got tangled into the blanket and fell flat on my face on the floor. "Ow" I murmured and slowly fought the blanket to get free.

The banging continued weakly. "Just a second" I shouted and finally ripped the blanket off of my legs. I wore loose shorts and a top, despite that, I hurried out to the front door and turned on the light.

I opened the door only to see Mitch fall forward, I shrieked in surprise as I caught him before he brought me down with his weight.

"Mitch? What's wrong?" I asked him, I saw blood cover my hands as I steadied him. "Oh shit" I cursed.

I helped him in and kicked the front door shut. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him. I knew he wouldn't answer.

He winced as I helped him up the stairs. "What did you do?" I ask him as I bring him to my bed. 'Fight' he signed weakly. I bit my lip and sighed.

"I'll be back in a second, don't move" I told him. He nodded and leaned his head back in my bed. He was beaten up pretty bad.

I ran downstairs to lock the door and then back upstairs to my room, I hurried to my bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit.

"Who did this to you?" I asked him. He just looked at me, pain flashed in his eyes and I got to work.

I helped him out of his soaked t-shirt, it was a mix between water and blood. I threw it out on my bathroom floor and saw what damage I was working with.

"Is that a knife cut? What the hell happened?" I hissed at him in disbelief. He just looked at me, he slowly lifted his hand to cup my cheek, but I pulled away and started to clean his cuts up.

He was drifting in and out of consciousness, he groaned every once in a while when I cleaned his cuts. I finished his chest and stomach then I made it to his face.

His eyebrow was split, his nose was bleeding and his lip too. "This is going to hurt, okay? I'll try to make it better" I told him. I dreaded this.

I started to clean his nose first, then his eyebrow. I had to see if he needed stitches. "It doesn't need stitches" I told myself as I scanned him over.

I grabbed another wipe and reached down to his lips, I gently sweeped it across them, one hand on his chin and the other cleaned.

I wanted to know so badly who did this. This was too serious to just be a regular fight, I refused to believe there wasn't an agenda behind this.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" I ask him once I'm done. He nods and motions for me to come closer, I'm on my knees in my bed on his right side, so I lean my head down towards his.

Was he going to speak to me?

His hands cupped my face and the back of my neck, he gazed into my eyes and I felt myself grow smaller, the way he looked at me. It was intense.

"Mitch..." I whispered, he gently directed my head towards his, I could've stopped him. But I didn't want to. His lips brushed over mine, I wasn't able to take it anymore.

I kissed him lightly on the lips, careful of his cut. He didn't seem to give a shit about his cut, because he pulled me harsher down and crashed his lips against mine.

I tasted blood when he kissed me and I wasn't in doubt that the cut had reopened and was bleeding, but that still didn't stop him.

He deepened the kiss and I let him, he let go of me with one hand, but he used it to pull me onto his lap. I was straddling him instead, his tongue danced with mine and I couldn't get enough.

Despite his injuries, he rolled us over, he placed himself between my legs and kissed me harder. "Mitch.." I moaned underneath him.

He began kissing his way down my neck, he continued to the valley of my breasts and he slowly slid the top up, revealing my stomach.

He leaned down and kissed his way down my stomach, I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. His lips brushed over my hip bone, he came back up to my face and I pulled him closer, I slammed my lips onto his and before I knew it, my fingers were unzipping his pants.

It felt right, I was falling for Mitch and there was nothing I could do about it. He wiggled out of the wet jeans and pressed himself into me, my jaw dropped a little when I felt just how big he was.

"Wait-I don't think-" He cut me off by slamming his lips back onto mine. Fuck, I don't think I would be able to take him.

I moaned in his mouth as his tongue worked on mine and his hips were grinding against mine. I wanted more, both fear and excitement filled my system as I didn't stop him.

He pulled away for a second, he leaned onto his elbows and cupped my face. 'Do you want me?' He signed with one hand.

"I do" I confessed, he gazed into my eyes and I felt vulnerable all of a sudden. "But I don't know if I can take you" I whispered, his pupils dilated by my words. His eyes darkened and he slammed his lips back onto mine.

While kissing me he slid my shorts off, revealing my black lace panties. Thank god for that. He began to kiss his way back down to the edge of my panties, his lips brushed over my skin, I found myself a whimpering mess under him.

He looked up at me and saw just how much I needed him, I was dripping with arousal and he knew. His fingers dipped under the string on each hip and he painfully slow, slid them down.

I was shaking with anticipation, I needed him more than ever. I felt his index finger slide up and down my pussy, my juices coated his finger, he knew just how badly I wanted him.

"Fuck, Mitch just-" I was cut off when his finger dipped into me, I moaned out in pleasure and fisted the duvet under my hands.

His breath hit my pussy and I knew I was done for. His finger pumped in and out of me, hitting the perfect spots with each pump. He took his time with me and I feared the rest of the night.