Broken #4 (The Broken Series - Book #4) (7 page)

“Does
that feel good, Natalie?”

“Yes,”
I moaned.

His
tongue went back in my mouth and I sucked on it. I couldn't wait anymore and
foreplay wasn't a big concern of mine right now. I straddled Jet, feeling his
fingers come out of me. I replaced those fingers with his cock as I rode him
slowly. I moaned as I arched my back, pushing his cock deeper inside of me. He
leaned his head back as I rode into him, grinding his cock into me. I bounced
on his cock faster as he moaned my name over, and over again. I liked facing
him and being so close that I could see the pleasure washing instantly over his
face. I rode into him with my mouth on his neck. I kissed him and bit into his
flesh, while I continued the rocking I was doing on his cock.

“Oh
Natalie, you ride me good. You feel so good. I can't get enough of you.”

I
continued to ride him, and watched as he took pleasure from my pussy. He
impaled me, and I had never felt better. I needed him inside me; he completed
me in a way I had not experienced before, and I physically needed to have him
pleasure my body. He was the perfect size and he fit me like a glove. He was
hitting my G-spot perfectly, and I cried out with every thrust into him. As I
ground up against him, I could feel my orgasm building. And just when I thought
I was going to lose control, he took hold of my hips, and thrust me into him
harder and faster. I cried out with excitement. Waves of pleasure crashed over
me, and I screamed out as an intense orgasm gripped my body and didn't let it
go.

“Jet,
can you please fuck me from behind. I really liked it last time,” I moaned out
the words as I continued to ride his cock.

He
smiled, pleased with my request. “Natalie, you can have anything you want,
whenever you want it.”

We
changed positions and I leaned my elbows against the edge of the tub as he came
up behind me. When he pushed his cock inside me I thought I would lose my mind.
It was insanely deep and every time he thrust into me I lost myself. It was a
wonderful feeling to lose yourself but at the same time to feel completely
found. I moaned, feeling very wanton with him inside me. He pushed in harder
and faster, until I was screaming out his name. I could barely stand so much pleasure,
and when another orgasm ripped through me, he followed suit and filled me up
with his cum. I leaned against the tub exhausted but very satisfied. Having him
inside me felt incredible and I always hated when he pulled out of me. I moved
toward him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss.

“That
was incredible, Jet, thank you.”

“No,
thank you. My God, that was so hot.”

I
leaned back in the tub, and picked up my beer, taking a long refreshing pull on
it. I closed my eyes and couldn't remember the last time I had felt so good. I
knew it was all thanks to my handsome, MMA fighter boyfriend.

Chapter
Six

Jet

“Come
on, man, what the hell is this? I'm killing you. When are you going to step up
to the plate here?” I couldn't stop laughing the whole time I was giving Kyle
the gears. It made it all the more better that he was a poor loser. He usually
lost his shit at some point and stomped out of the room. It was only a matter
if time. Kyle usually only liked playing video games with people he could beat,
and I wasn't one of them.

“What
are you talking about? I'm doing just fine, and I'm pretty sure I've been
killing more zombies than you have.”

I
turned to Kyle when he said that. “Are you joking right now? It's been
Slaughterhouse
5
because of me, and you have been dying left and right. There is blood
everywhere, and none of it is mine.”

We
had been playing the
Walking Dead
game on the Wii U for just under an
hour while we were slugging some beers. I wasn't a huge fan of the Wii U system,
but I loved the TV show, so it was fun to get in there, work with familiar
characters, and really kick some zombie ass.

That
night was the perfect night to just sit there and vegetate in front of the TV.
I was still really sore from my fight, and I didn't have any desire to be out
partying. Playing games seemed like the perfect evening in, and it was
stress-free. I was determined to take it easy for the next little while, and
allow my body and mind to heal
themselves
. There was
always the next fight to prepare for, and as long as I took care of my body,
then I would never have to worry about injuries or wrecking my body to the
point where I could no longer fight. I could also eat whatever I wanted for the
time being until training started for the next fight. We had ordered a huge
meat lover’s pizza, and my mouth was watering just waiting for it to get here.

My
phone chirped, and I
paused
the game to check to see
who it was. A smile formed on my face when I saw it was from Natalie. I
answered the call, “Hey Natalie, what's up?” God, I loved the sound of her
voice.

“Not
much, I was just wondering what you were up to. I'm kind of bored and thought
we could get together.”

“Just playing video games with
Kyle.
We're about to play
Call of
Duty,
I think.”

“Oh
cool. Can I come and play? I mean, as long as I'm not interrupting some male
bonding thing.”

“You
want to play
Call of Duty
?
Seriously?”
I raised
an eyebrow at Kyle who just laughed.

“Yeah, why not?”

I
laughed. “I just didn't take you as that kind of girl. But sure, you can just
hop over whenever you want. We'll be waiting to kick your butt.”

She
giggled. “Okay, I will be there soon.”

I
clicked off the phone. “Natalie is coming to play.
If you can
believe that.”

Kyle
laughed. “That should be interesting.”

“Yeah,
tell me about it. The girl surprises me every day. Most girls cringe at the
idea of playing games, and mine is heading over to play
COD
.”

We
switched games systems and got ready to play
Call of Duty
. It was time
to say good-bye to the zombies and try our hand at something a little more
challenging. Kyle went in the kitchen to grab some snacks and refresh the
beers. There was a knock on the door and I went to answer it. Natalie was
standing there, looking as beautiful as ever. She walked into the apartment and
headed over to the couch where we were playing games.
Just as
I was about to close the door, the pizza guy walked up.
I ran to grab my
wallet, and I paid for the pizza, and closed the door. I brought it to the
table and opened it up. It smelled fantastic, and it was layered high with
meat. Steam was rolling up from the pizza, which made me pretty happy; it was
nice and hot―ready to eat. I pulled out plates and some paper towels and
started piling the pizza high on the plates.

“Kyle,
grab a beer for Natalie, too, okay?”

“Sure,
how are you doing Natalie?” Kyle asked her.

She
looked up and smiled. “I'm great, thank you.”

We
all settled down on the couch with snacks, beer, and a boatload of pizza.

“I
hope you're not a vegetarian, Natalie.”

She
laughed. “Not a chance.”

We
all sat there quietly as we scarfed down the pizza. Bellies were getting full,
and it wasn't until the plates were empty that we started conversing again.

“Now
Natalie, I know you can kick my ass at darts and pool.
But
this one is a whole new level, and you are about to get you butt whipped.”
I winked at her.

She
laughed with both eyebrows raised. “Okay, hot shot, let's go then.”

Kyle
got the game started and signed us in. We got the gear and characters needed,
and began playing. I looked over at Natalie, and she was looking at the TV
screen as intently as she did when she was painting, like she was on a mission.
That look worried me, because she did so well with her art that I wondered if
it was that focus that made her so powerful at everything she did. The girl was
a mystery; there was no doubt about it. It was all part of why I liked her so
much; she went after what she wanted, and dammit, she usually got it. Whether
she wanted to believe it or not, she was fearless. How many times had she
already gone up against me and won, no matter what? She knew she could beat me,
and she went for it, regardless of how intimidating I could be in everyday
life. She was relentless, and I admired that a great deal.

“Should
we make a bet, Natalie, or are you too scared?”

She
glanced over and me and smirked. “Sure, what do you want?”

“Massages for a week straight.”
I
smiled devilishly, the thing that I loved most about Natalie's massages these
days was that they always ended in special treats.

“And
if I win?”

“Then
I massage you for a week. We both win. You get a massage and I get to touch
your body.”

“Easy guys!
I
am still in the room,” Kyle said.

She
laughed.
“Sounds good to me.”

We
played
Call of Duty
for about 45 minutes, and it wasn’t long before I
realized that I was once again getting my butt whipped by Natalie. She must
have had a sex change operation at one point that I wasn't aware of, because no
girl should be this good at
Call of Duty
. She not only beat me at the
game, but she annihilated me. Kyle was on the couch behind us, laughing his ass
off the entire time, and that was in between calling me a pussy every chance he
got. I threw down my remote when the final kill shot came my way. Kyle was
still dying laughing while he downed the beer that he had in his hand.

“Awe,
man,
are
you kidding me? Natalie, where do you come
from?”

 
“What?”

“Where
did you learn to play like that?”

She
looked sheepishly at me. “My ex-boyfriend was obsessed, so we played together a
lot. If it makes you feel better, I eventually whooped his butt, too.”
Ahh
, the
ex-boyfriend.
The subject we never talked about. She didn't want to talk
about it, and neither did I, to be honest, but some things just needed to be
talked about, whether you wanted to or not. It was just a fact of life. But
that was something I was willing to deal with another night.

“Oh
my God, this girl is too cool. I cannot believe you got your butt whipped by a
girl.” Kyle finished off his beer and got up to get another one. He shook his
head the entire time he went was getting that beer.

“A girl?
What's wrong with getting your butt whipped by a girl, Kyle?” She was looking
at him, her eyelashes fluttering about. She was reeling him in to kill him,
too. She was inhumane, but I loved it. She played off like she was innocent,
but I knew better; she was a killer. And she was about to take Kyle down, too.
I was pretty okay with it. After all, I had already been humiliated, so it was
only fair that he get humiliated as well.
Especially since he
was enjoying my failures all too much.

“Well,
it shouldn't happen, Natalie, that's why. You're a girl. You're supposed to be
playing with Barbie dolls or something.” He started cackling again, and I had
to wonder if he was starting to get drunk. Barbie dolls? She was a grown woman,
for crying out loud.

“That's
a little sexist, don't you think, Kyle? I don't even like Barbie dolls. Well,
let’s go then, me and you.”

Kyle
laughed. “Alright, but don't go crying to your boyfriend when you get beat up.
I'm relentless, and believe
me,
no girl is going to
beat me at my own game.”

She
only laughed and didn't say a thing at all to him. She made you feel safe just
before she struck you down.

She
brutalized Kyle in a shorter span of time than it took her to demolish me. And
she laughed the whole time she did it, which actually made me really happy
inside. Kyle, too, threw his remote to the ground, but he looked far less
impressed than I had been. He was not happy about losing to a girl, especially
after he made such a big deal about me losing to one. He had thought for sure
that he was going to kick her butt. I knew how he felt, though, I was starting
to wonder if I could beat her at anything. She was really good at boys’ stuff,
and it was shocking, since she wasn't really that kind of girl. It might be
time for me to consider never asking her to play a game ever. What was I going
to do, spend the rest of my life losing to her? That didn't sound like much
fun. And I always liked to have fun.

“So
do you want to discuss that whole thing about girls and the likelihood that you
will get beat by them?” I laughed as I said it, enjoying every minute of it.

“That
was a fluke.”

“Oh,
yeah, man, I'm sure it was.” I was nodding my head as I took a slug of my beer.

Kyle
grabbed his beer and headed down the hall to his bedroom. He was what most
would call a spoil sport. The door slammed and we laughed. He would be gone for
the rest of the evening, then. He didn't like being made fun of, especially if
there was a girl in the room. Since the girl had been the one to shame him, it
made it that much worse for him. He would be sulking in his room at that very
moment, and I almost felt bad for the guy. He couldn't help that he hated
losing, or maybe he could. Either way, it was not my problem.