Long Shot: An MMA Stepbrother Romance (19 page)

She moans, throaty and wild, impaling herself on my cock over and over as she reaches back with her hand to touch her clit. I bury myself inside of her again and again, my balls slapping against her with every movement.
 

“Come on Nat, come for me baby,” I say again. I keep pumping my cock into her sweet tightness, crashing into her. I grip her waist with one hand, using the leverage to reach her deeper. I can tell she’s close to the edge, but she’s holding out, hanging on to that idea of herself—the good girl, the one who got away. But I see it now—she never did get away from me. And for once, I’m fucking thrilled. I fuck her harder until she begins to let go. “You’re mine baby, you’re mine… you can let go now,” I groan.
 

“Oh God,” she says, her voice raspy. “I’m... I’m... oh fuck…” Her voice trails off, and I slide my hand under her body and cup one of her tits, her fine perfect tits, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her pussy swells and throbs against my cock as she lets out a long, breathy whimper. Thrusting back against me, she comes hard, and I ride her through wave after wave of her orgasm. When she shudders against me, I feel the fire rising inside of me, releasing all at once as I come deep inside.
 

I fall against her, kissing her neck, brushing her golden waves over her shoulder. Sometime later, we fall into my bedroom.
 

And it’s only when we wake up that I realize she might not have been ready for all of this.
 

But here we go. It’s all happening.

“I’ll let you stay until the fight, Josh, but no longer than that.” I trace my fingers over his bicep. The muscles are firm and tense, like they’re poised to strike at any moment.
 

“Yeah, okay,” he says, his face still turned away. “That’s the best thing, isn’t it?” His voice is blank, flat, almost like it’s purposefully devoid of emotion, like he’s hiding something underneath that he doesn’t want me to find. Worry flickers through my chest, making its way down to my belly.
 

“What happened last night...” I start, but my thoughts won’t translate to words. Instead, I feel the place where his shoulder separated from its joint, checking for signs of healing, for signs of further injury. He doesn’t flinch, which is good, but the training will slow his recovery. He won’t stop it, no matter what I tell him to do. Even if I let him know I think it’s a train wreck waiting to happen, he won’t stop, he won’t relent. When he explained it, when the pieces finally fit together in my head, I saw the determination in his eyes, saw what he’d put at stake.

But where do I fit in all of this? I’m still not sure.
For a moment, heat prickles at the back of my eyes, and tears start to form. I roll away. Josh follows my body and swallows me up in his warmth, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his body against mine.
 

“What were you going to say? That it can’t happen again?” Josh brushes my hair away from the back of my neck and kisses me there. “Don’t say that.” His voice, deep and raspy with sleep, vibrates against my ear and sends tingles down my spine. I shiver, and he pulls me in closer. A thrill runs through me, and again, my body is responding to Josh without my consent. I melt into him, let him hold me. There is no response I can give.
 

How did I let this happen? I can’t let it happen again, not now, not ever.
Josh doesn’t hear that thought—instead, he’s listening to the warmth of my body, and his cock is rising against my ass. Leaning forward, he kisses my earlobe, darting his tongue out to touch its surface. He pulls it into his mouth and bites down gently, and I respond with a moan. His hand finds my breasts, rolling and pulling at each nipple, his rough, calloused flesh biting into the soft skin, heightening my pleasure even though it hurts.
 

“Josh,” I sigh, my voice urgent, needy. Heat is already pooling between my legs and my sex pulses with need. My body is waking up from its anxiety and falling hard into arousal, fire coursing through my veins. Josh chuckles, the heat of his breath sending shocks through every reach of my body.
 

“Are you wet,
Natalie
?” He speaks my name with sarcasm, in a tone I haven’t heard since we were in high school. It should disgust me—it should make me think about all the woman he’s practiced these lines with. But hell, the way he says my name sounds dirty as hell, filled with innuendo, filled with all the things we did last night. “Is your pussy wet for this cock?” He pulls his hand away from my breasts and strokes himself. I listen to him as his breath grows faster, and a flush creeps over me.

I inhale sharply, and my pussy throbs. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, it is.”
 

“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” I close my eyes and blush hard. I’ve never had a man speak dirty to me—and if he had, I’m sure I wouldn’t have responded. Sex has always been pleasant, a sweet way to connect with a man, but it’s never been
filthy
like it was last night. I think of Josh’s words, of his voice when he told me how beautiful I was. His voice right now doesn’t sound anything like that—and nothing like anything I’ve ever wanted. But fuck, right now, my sex pulses with primal need. I reach down and spread my thighs, feeling the wetness between my legs, pulling it up over my clit. It occurs to me then that I want both the man who tells me I’m beautiful and the man who fucks me raw and tells me I’m
his
. And here he is, all in one person, the man I’ve wanted for my entire adult life.
 

Things that seem too good to be true often are, Natalie.

“Tell me what you want Nat, or you get nothing at all.” He reaches over and grabs my hand, pulls it away from my throbbing clit. “And you don’t get to touch yourself—not this time.” He leans in and kisses my neck, nibbling, licking, sucking. He forces his knees between my legs from behind and moves so that the tip of his cock is pressing against the entrance of my pussy. “If you don’t tell me, then I get to do exactly what I want, and I swear you won’t walk for a week.” I think of his hands coming down on my ass, smarting and throbbing as he fucked me.
 

“I want you... I want you to fuck me, Josh.” My voice comes out in a sigh, and he chuckles again, pulling my fingers to his mouth and licking off the wetness from my pussy.
 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to eat your pussy?” He thrusts against me, the head of his cock strumming over my wet folds and meeting my clit. Everything in my body tenses, cries out to be filled. I shake my head emphatically.
 

“No,” I breathe. “Fuck me. I want your cock.” I say the last words firmly, emphasizing the hard consonants, the word erotic and naughty as it falls off my tongue.
 

I move my hand down to his cock, placing my fingers over his, stroking it, listening to his sighs. When he entered me for the first time last night, I felt like I knew lust, desire for the first time. I’d had sex plenty of times, not much compared to some other women I knew in their twenties, but what Josh had given me was different. Gentle one moment, rough and hard the next.
 

“It can’t happen again, but...” My voice trails off, and I roll back toward him so that the front of my body faces his. I swing my leg over his thigh and keep stroking his cock. He takes his hand away and closes his eyes, panting and groaning softly as I stroke him. A bead of precum appears at his tip, and I move my thumb over it, spreading it around the head of his cock. He moans and thrusts into my hands.

“Nat, how can you expect me to not want you... not to touch you...”
 

“You’ll have to take this moment for what it is.” I release my grip and slide down the bed to kneel between his legs. I’ve wanted his cock between my lips since I first met him, since I first understood that I could bring him pleasure. I’d been thinking about him since them, denying my attraction to anyone who suspected. He was always my stepbrother, always the bad boy who didn’t match anything I wanted. But here, in this bed, we’re just Natalie and Josh, flesh meeting flesh, desire fulfilling desire. We’re not fighters or doctors, or any other label someone might put on us. I stroke Josh faster and bend forward to take his cock in my mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he sighs, his voice thick with desire. His cock is hard as steel in my hand, the head of it hot and smooth between my lips. I cup his balls in my hand, rubbing the sensitive area beneath as I hold the head of his cock in my mouth. I flick my tongue over the bottom side of the tip, and Josh shudders. I can see a ripple through his muscles, and I imagine the tension of need building deep inside his body. From below, Josh thrusts hard into my throat, and I moan as he hits the back of my throat. I sputter for a moment but I keep on swirling my tongue over his cock, tasting his essence. “Natalie.” He groans my name. “Stop, baby, come on.”

I sit up, pulling away from his cock. “What? Was I doing it wrong? It’s been a long time...” I wipe my hand across my mouth, and Josh laughs out loud.

“No, Nat. If you kept going, I was going to come in your mouth.” He grins.
 

“Isn’t that good?”
 

“Not when I know how wet your pussy is. Not when you’re straddling me, looking like that, no it’s not.” He reaches over to the nightstand and rips open a foil packet, pulling out a condom. His gaze doesn’t leave my face as he slides the condom onto his formidable length. I’m mesmerized, watching his body—even the small movements of his muscles as he slips the condom onto his cock are perfect, full of languid, smooth sexiness. He reaches for my hips and pulls me on top of his cock. I nearly topple onto him, and a blush of embarrassment rises over me. My body still feels wired, pulsing in time with Josh’s, the need deep and insane, like nothing I’d ever felt before last night. But he can see my body, all of it. Time seems to slow down, and I watch his eyes as they travel over me, my cheeks growing hot.

“Ride my cock, Natalie.” He groans and tightens his grip on my ass, grabbing it and bringing my body forward so that my pussy slides to his tip. I blush hard, my heart beating fast.

I pause and pull the hair away from my face. “I’ve never—”

“You did last night.” He reaches up with his right hand and cups my breast, twirling the nipple and sending shocks through my system, straight down to my sex. It is dripping, ready for him, but I’m still frozen.
 

“I mean, not this way. I’ve gotten... I’ve gained weight since I went away to school—”

“Natalie,” he says, looking me in the eye and pulling me down on top of his body. He pulls my hair and brings my face to his, then covers my lips with his, his tongue searching mine out for a brief moment. He pulls my hair gently, and the biting sensation of pain mixes with the excitement coiled deep inside my body. “Don’t ever let me hear you doubt how fucking beautiful you are. Call this whatever you want—this thing between us—but know that you’re perfect in my eyes.” His hazel-green eyes meet mine and he pulls my hair harder, bending his head to kiss my neck, nuzzling and licking. “Nat, right now this pussy is
mine
. In this bed, you belong to
me
. And I want you to do as I say. Do you understand?”
 

I let out a soft moan. “Yes.” My voice comes out in a whimper, a whine—desperate, miserable with need. Close to him like this, I can smell him, fresh like the pines that cover the island, salty like the air on an autumn day. The heat of his body radiates against me. His command resonates in my mind, and I swear if he told me to walk on the ceiling right now, I would. Josh pushes me up, and positions me over his cock. “Now ride me,” he says.

This shouldn’t happen again, a voice says somewhere in my mind. He’ll break your heart all over again.
 

My thoughts are hopeless against the insistent throbbing of my sex as it rests against the head of Josh’s cock. I shake my head and push the thought away as I slide onto Josh, taking in his cock completely. The thoughts that keep nagging me all fade when I feel his length inside me, when I look down and see his eyes, filled with lust, with longing, only for me. I begin to rock my hips against his, slow at first, listening to his sighs, his soft pants as I lift myself high and thrust down again. His fingers grip my ass, digging into the flesh that he spanked last night, and I cry out, gyrating against my body as the tension inside me builds, tighter and tighter until I think I might explode into pure pleasure. I lean over, and my breasts brush against his muscles, the warmth of his body meeting mine. Inside, his cock is swollen tight, throbbing, hitting me in places I never dreamed were so sensitive, so fulfilling.
 

“You’re so tight, so sweet, Natalie, baby,” he whispers. With every movement, my clit meets his skin, shocks rolling through me and bringing me closer and closer to the edge. “Natalie, Natalie, Natalie,” he whispers as I ride him. “You’re mine baby, you’re mine.”
 

I moan his name again and again, the syllables blending together with my moans as pleasure vibrates through my clit, through the fullness in my pussy. I have the distant thought that I’m not this woman—the woman who takes in a man who wronged her, who whimpers and begs for his cock, who stays the next morning and does just as he asks. My logic feels weak in comparison to the pleasure rolling through me, waves of heat crashing through my core, threatening to consume me. As the tension builds and builds in my center, Josh brings his mouth to my breast and flicks his tongue over the sensitive flesh, setting me off into a raging climax, the perfect release that’s been building all morning. I cry out, moan, my body shaking and quivering.