Sexual match

The bell rang.

Ellie didn't charge. She didn't throw a single punch. She simply stepped forward, close enough that I could smell the vanilla scent of her glitter-streaked skin, and tapped my chest with her glove-soft, playful, deliberate.

"Rules are rules, teacher," she whispered. "First one to come loses. And I've been watching you carefully."

She circled me, her hips swaying with each step, her stars-and-stripes bikini catching the dim gym lights. Every time I turned to face her, she was already somewhere else-behind me, beside me, always just out of reach, always just close enough to brush against me with her shoulder or the curve of her hip.

"You're so stiff," she teased, ducking under my guard to press her body against my side. Her glove traced down my abs, feather-light, stopping just above the waistband of my shorts. "Ten years of boxing and you can't even relax?"

I threw a jab. She slipped it effortlessly, the way I'd taught her, and her answering tap against my ribs felt like a kiss.

"Got you."

"That doesn't count," I growled, but my voice came out rough, broken.

"Everything counts," she said, and her glove found my cock through my shorts-just a brief, squeezing stroke, nothing like the brutal handling I'd endured from other opponents. This was worse. This was knowing. "I can feel how much you want this. How much you want me to win."

She danced back before I could grab her, grinning, her dark blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Show me what else you taught me," she said, raising her gloves in a perfect stance I'd demonstrated not twenty minutes ago. "Come on, Jack. Hit me."

I advanced, throwing a measured combination-jab, cross, hook. She blocked the first, slipped the second, and let the hook graze her shoulder as she stepped inside my reach. Her body pressed flush against mine, her thigh sliding between my legs, applying just enough pressure to make me groan.

"You're predictable," she breathed against my neck, her lips brushing my skin. "Always leading with your right. Always reaching too far. It's like you want me to catch you."

She pushed off, spinning away, and her glove snapped against my ass as she retreated.

"Hey!"

"Distraction works both ways," she laughed, already circling again.

I tried to corner her against the ropes, using my reach and strength to cut off her escape. But Ellie was smaller, quicker, and she'd learned faster than I'd imagined. She ducked under my arm, her bikini-clad body sliding against mine, and when she emerged behind me, both her gloves were on my hips.

"Got you," she whispered, pulling me back against her. I could feel her breasts against my back, her thigh pressing between mine from behind, her breath hot against my ear. "You feel that? That's me, using what you gave me."

Her right glove slid around front, cupping me through my shorts, while her left traced patterns on my chest. She wasn't trying to force me to orgasm quickly-she was exploring, learning what made me twitch, what made my breath catch, what made my knees weak.

"You're leaking," she observed, her thumb circling the wet spot she'd found. "Already? We haven't even reached the two-minute mark."

"Ellie-"

"Shh." She bit my earlobe, gentle but sharp. "I'm busy studying. You said I needed experience, right?"

She released me and shoved me toward the center of the ring. I stumbled, off-balance, humiliated and impossibly hard. She followed slowly, savoring every step, her gloves swinging loose at her sides like she didn't even need them.

"Take your shorts off," she said.

"What?"

"Take them off." She stopped in front of me, looking up with those innocent dark blue eyes that held absolutely no innocence. "Fair's fair. You got to see me in this bikini when I was scared and vulnerable. Now I want to see what I've won."

"I'm not-"

She struck before I finished-a quick jab to my stomach that wasn't hard enough to hurt but folded me forward with surprise. Her other glove caught my chin, lifting my gaze to hers.

"You're already mine, Jack. The only question is whether you admit it gracefully or make me work for it." She smiled, sweet and devastating. "And I love working for it."

I don't know if I took them off or if she stripped me during another flurry of teasing touches. I only know that suddenly I was bare, my cock straining and exposed, while she circled me like a predator who'd finally cornered something worth keeping.

"Much better," she purred, and her bare hand-she'd somehow removed one glove without me noticing-wrapped around my length. Her grip was confident, almost clinical, but her thumb kept brushing the sensitive underside in a way that made my hips buck helplessly.

"Please-"

"Please what?" She was pressed against my back again, her clothed body against my naked skin, her hand working me slowly, torturously. "Please make you come? Please stop?" Her teeth grazed my shoulder. "Please keep going?"

She spun me around and kissed me, hard and demanding, her tongue invading my mouth while her gloved hand finally-finally-found my balls. She rolled them gently, squeezed just enough to make me whimper, all while devouring my protests with her lips.

I was trembling. Actually trembling. Ten years of dominance, of breaking opponents and walking away undefeated, and this slender girl with glitter on her cheeks had me shaking like a virgin.

She broke the kiss and pushed me down to my knees.

"Look up," she commanded.

I did. She stood over me, the victor in every way that mattered, her bikini still in place, her gold glove raised in triumph while her bare hand continued to stroke me with agonizing patience.

"Say it," she said softly.

"Say what?"

"That I won. That you lost to a few months of training and some glitter." She leaned down, her white hair falling around her face like a halo, her smile pure wickedness. "That you're mine, Jack. Say it and I'll let you come."

I tried to resist. I tried to summon pride, anger, anything.

But her hand twisted just so, her thumb pressing that perfect spot, and the words tore out of me: "You won. I'm yours."

"Good boy."

She didn't make me wait. She knelt in front of me, her bikini top still on, her eyes locked on mine as she stroked me to a shattering orgasm that left me gasping and empty on the ring mat, my seed on her glove and her smile, while she whispered:

"Best lesson I ever had."