Long Shot: An MMA Stepbrother Romance (18 page)

“Just this once,” I murmur. I don’t have my wits about me, and I can’t quite communicate what I want to say.
 

This should never happen, I think. But my lips part, and I feel my eyes closing as he trails his lips down to my breasts. He pushes me roughly against the wall, pinning his knee between my thighs so that I can feel the warmth of his body against my sex, even through my jeans.
 

“Just this once,” he says as he cups my breasts with both hands and kisses my exposed flesh, moving his lips over one nipple and then the next, barely grazing my skin. That light touch is enough to send arousal coursing through my body, wetness flooding between my legs. A moan escapes my lips, and I feel Josh pause, his lips millimeters away from my breast. “You like that,
Dr. Shaw
?”
 

“Yes?” My tone makes me sound unsure, like my yes is more of a question than an affirmation. My brain is foggy, fuzzy with the rush of being close to Josh, addled with the desperate, aching need for the man before me. Josh just stands there, bent before me, his hands still cupping my breasts. I open my eyes and look down. “Don’t... stop...” I pant.

“Tell me what you want, Nat.” I feel the vibrations of his voice against my tender flesh, and I want him, him over everything, his body against mine. But I’m silent. Heat rises in my cheeks. No man has ever asked me what I want. Part of me wants to turn and run, to make him wait, to hide so that I don’t get burnt by his fire. “Tell me what you
need
, Natalie.”
 

“I want—I need—your lips on me,” I stutter. He reaches down with one hand and squeezes my ass hard. He grins, looks up at me, and brings his mouth around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth, making circles over it with his tongue. “Jesus,” I moan. He squeezes my ass again and brings his hand around to unbutton my jeans, ripping them down along with my panties and exposing my pussy to the cool air.
 

“God, Natty, I fucking love these curves.” He kisses my breast again, licking and sucking, sending shocks of need straight to my sex. Then he brings both of his hands to my ass and turns me around, shoving me against the wall.
 

“Wha—what are you doing?” Josh pins me against the wall, one hand gripping my waist. I feel him raise his other arm, see the shadow as it plays against the wall in front of me. There’s a subtle whoosh of air behind me, and he brings his hand down hard and quick on my ass. I yelp and try to pull away from him, but he spanks me again before I can move. To my surprise, I’m moaning, sticking my ass out, grinding against his hand as it comes down against my bare skin.
 

“That’s for looking so good and then trying to leave.” I turn my head and look at his face. He’s grinning.
 

“You’re the one who needs to be punished, Josh.” Frustration and anger are woven into my voice, but my smarting ass throbs in time with my arousal, and my core aches, making me miserable with need.

“That might be, Nat.” He spanks me again as I watch him, and then his fingers travel lower and forward to the slippery cleft between my legs. I know he’ll find dripping wetness there, slick and prepared. “But I’m the one who’s got you pushed up against the wall.” His fingers find my clit and gently circle the sensitive bundle of nerves. I respond with a sigh, pushing hard against his hand. His gaze locks with mine as he slips one finger and then a second inside me, gently pumping, sliding in and out.
 

“Fuck me, please,” I hiss.
 

He smiles at me and keeps moving his fingers, his speed increasing. “I don’t know, Natalie. Is that really what you want?” I nod.

“Please, Joshie. Please. I’m ready.” The words come from somewhere deep inside, words I’ve never said to anyone. Josh takes his fingers away and steps back and we lock eyes, drinking each other in.

His body has been on display since he first came and found me, but this is different. For this moment, the lust written on his face belongs to me.
 

Even if it is only just this once.

I’ve never seen Natalie like this. I’d heard her whispers, alone at night in her bedroom, my cock growing hard at the thought of her touching herself. But she stands before me now, a pink flush visible on her chest and on the tops of her perfectly round tits. I can just see the pink traces of my fingerprints on her ass. There’s a flicker of anger in her eyes. She doesn’t want to respond to me like this, but hell, she’s right here, she
is
, just like she’s mine. Like she always has been.

I throw her over the side of the sofa, and I thank God silently that I’ve cleaned up my act. If she’d come to my apartment three years ago, she would have been stepping over greasy sacks of half-devoured fast food, and her face would probably be next to an empty bottle of bourbon right now. I laugh, still gripping her waist. Would it be crass to say that I’m mesmerized by her ass, the shape of it, the way it filled out her jeans when she walked in, all angry and totally fucking beautiful? I give it a little squeeze, and it feels so fucking good in my hand.
 

“Josh,” she says and looks at me, her hair hanging in her face. This picture—this tableau—is set up just for me, and I’m taking a minute to enjoy it. Her eyes betray her desire. “Just this once,” she said. Once I have her here like this, I’m pretty sure my cock will know she’s mine, even if she doesn’t catch up with the sentiment. “What are you laughing about?” she mumbles.

“Ain’t nothing for you to worry about, Nat.” I raise my hand and bring it down on one ripe ass cheek and then the other. She makes this little sound that’s somewhere between a whine and a whimper. I wish I could bottle up what that sound does to my cock, because if I was hard before, I’m like a rock now. I laugh again and spank her. I’m pitching a serious tent in my shorts, and they don’t leave much to the imagination. She moans again, and from the angle she’s at, I can see the glistening sweetness on her pussy.

“Goddamn,” I whisper. “This is a seriously pretty picture.” She giggles, and I spank her hard, watching in amazement as the red marks rise on her ass.

“Hey, what was that for?” Her voice is annoyed, but she’s certainly not moving away. Her eyes stay on mine. She’s still looking over her shoulder, her lips plump and raspberry-red from kissing me.

“I’ll spank you when I like. Just this once,” I say with a grin. She rolls her eyes, and I spank her again, my hand coming down hard on one cheek and then the other. She moans, and I trace my finger over the slickness I see between her legs—just to hear that sound escape her lips, just for that one second where she’s bound to her desire and nothing else. That might be all she ever gives me, if she sticks to this
just this once
thing she’s telling me. It’s no matter. I’ve waited years, and if this is my one reward, I’ll die a happy man. Now, I’d die a happier man if it weren’t
just this once
, but she ain’t there yet.
 

“Please,” she moans, her voice so low I almost can’t hear it.
 

“Please what, Natalie?” I slip my fingers over her pussy, carefully avoiding her clit. This woman doesn’t know what I’m capable of, doesn’t know how long I’ve been waiting to make her come. It’s all that kept me alive on some nights, especially those early ones. I held the image of her lips against mine, bright in my mind like a beacon. It’s not exactly the purest desire that anyone’s used in AA, but it worked for me.
 

“Please... please...” she whines.
 

“There are a lot of things I can do, Nat. But I want to hear it from your lips.” I trail my fingers over her pussy again. It’s neatly trimmed, and I wonder, as I move my fingers up and down over its sweetness, if she did that for me before she came over here. The thought makes me want to explode. God, I know she’s angry, she’s frustrated. And I know that’ll make it even more delicious when she comes on my cock. And she will. But first, I want her to beg for it.
 

“Make me come,” she says, her voice soft, pleading. I slip my fingers inside of her again, press my thumb against her clit, circle it until she’s shuddering on my fingers.
 

“How, Natalie? Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I want you to...” She pauses. I see the blush rising over her neck and into her cheeks, and I brush the hair away so I can see it better. I want to feel her embarrassment, to own it. It’s part of the process of her becoming
mine
, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Even if this was never part of the plan.
 

“What Nat? Do you want to come on my cock, or on my tongue... or both?” She blushes hard again, and I have the thought that she’s like a lot of women: no man has ever asked her what she wants, what she
needs
.
 

“Both,” she breathes. “I want it all.”
 

I growl and bring my hand to my cock, then I step back and slip off my shorts. Nat looks back at me and inhales sharply when she sees my cock. “Impressed?” I ask and raise an eyebrow.

“I’m a doctor,” she says, but she’s still blushing. “I’ve seen a lot of—”

“None like this, and not just for you. Because I tell you what, Natty. You’re a country girl at heart, sassy and quick and clever as hell.” I flip her over and pull her to the cushion of the sofa. In one swift movement, I have her legs spread open and her ass pulled to the edge of the cushion. “You’re not
just
a doctor. You’re a woman, too. Now what was it you wanted me to do?” I kneel down and spread her thighs further apart, running my fingers over her pussy lips again. She’s soaking wet, hot and slippery, moaning and arching her back as I guide my fingers over her skin.

“Make me come,” she says. Her voice has a sudden ring of confidence to it.

“Please? Can you say please for me? That’s what I want to hear.”

“Make me come,
please
. Lick me.” She emphasizes the hard consonant at the end of
lick
, and I chuckle, leaning in closer to her. I plunge a finger deep inside, and it slides in without hesitation. She moans and nearly lifts her ass off the sofa. Bringing my face between her legs, I take her clit into my mouth and suck it gently, flicking my tongue over the top. Her little gasps and sighs are like music, her taste sharp and sweet and all the things I’ve ever imagined she would be. I lick down the length of her sex, replacing my finger with my tongue for just a moment. Natalie tightens her legs around my neck, traces her fingers through my close-cropped hair. Her pussy throbs against my tongue as I lick her, darting my tongue in and out before traveling back up to her clit and sucking it in my mouth again. I swirl my tongue over it until she’s writhing against me, the sounds from her throat primal and raw, like an animal. She arches her back and starts to come against me. At the last moment, I thrust my tongue inside of her once more.

“Oh shit, fuck...” The stream of profanity coming from her sweet little mouth as she bucks against my mouth only makes me harder. There hasn’t been a woman yet who’s made me come with just the sound of her voice, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Natalie was the first. With a growl, I pull away from her before she stops writhing, and I flip her back over on the couch, ass in the air like I like it. I lean down and grab the condom from the pocket of my shorts and roll it onto my length. She’s still moaning, and now she’s touching herself, still on all fours just like I want her.
 

“Jesus,” I mutter. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“Just fuck me,” she says. Her eyelids nearly flutter shut with lust, and she keeps moving her fingers over her clit. I move behind her and grab her waist, pushing the head of my cock against her slickness. The heat of her entrance almost undoes me, almost makes me lose my mind. But then I come back to my senses and pull her hips toward me, pushing my full length inside her. She exhales, letting all of the air out of her lungs—it’s like a sigh of relief. Maybe she’s been waiting for this too. Maybe through all my idiocy and all the risks I took and all the pain I put her through just to save her from me... maybe it’s all been worthless. Maybe we’ve been headed to this place all along. I start fucking her, slowly, savoring each stroke, each movement where my body collides with hers. I try to be gentle, try to hold back. She feels so fucking tight, completely encasing my cock, that I feel like I’ll hurt her if I fuck her like I want. But then she turns back to me with that look in her eyes again.
 

“Harder,” she says, her voice breathy. I grind into her, driving deeper and faster into her pussy. “Oh my God, yes, like that. Keep going,” she says.
 

“Touch yourself again,” I say as I bend over and grab her hair, bracing myself against the couch with my other hand. My left shoulder aches, and I know I should be gentler on it, but there’s no way I’m going to let this woman down due to a little discomfort. The sensation of filling her up takes me over, and I keep fucking her hard. I can feel her pussy swelling around my cock, and I know she’s close again. Her release prepped her for this, and she wants it. I can tell from the way her muscles tighten and release in the small of her back. “Come for me. Come on my cock, Natalie.”