Desire Uncaged: An MMA Romance

by Anielka, Ina

  He parked his car on the street, slug his bag over his shoulder and made his way toward the house. He looked up. There was someone at his door. Ethan felt a strange surge of familiarity.

  “Hey stranger.” He called out.

  Sara turned around. There was Ethan. She took a few steps toward him. They were soon together on the porch.

  “I…” She managed to stammer.

  Ethan leaned in and kissed her. Sara could smell the sweat on him. Pungent and spicy---like an animal. She sensed his tongue enter her mouth. Sara met it, his rough tongue rubbing and swirling against hers. His hand wrapped around her head, she could feel his raw strength and power. She could only wrap her own hands around his waist and clutch him close to her. Sara was a rag doll before the flood of emotions that overwhelmed her. Her legs grew light and numb as he kissed her passionately.

  As last they parted, Sara kept her hand on his arm. She wasn’t sure she could stand upright. The blood was rushing from her head. Ethan opened the door and looked at her.

  “Come inside.”

  Sara could only murmur a, “Yea.”

  The floodgates were open now, and they was no stopping it. She wanted to run to the bedroom, throw off his clothes and let him ravage her. Ethan walked her to his room, and closed the door.

  “So do you want to tell me--” He began. Sara wasn’t having it. She cupped his strong jaw in her hands and drew him close. She kissed him again, the fires of her passion igniting. Ethan’s hands were all over her, everywhere at once. Her butt, her back, on her jaw line. She ached to yield to him, surrender to his lust. In a whirlwind, her coat was off, flung into the corner of the room. Ethan’s sweatshirt didn’t last much longer.

  His skin still smelled of sweat and exertion. Sara’s bare arms caressed his muscular chest and ripped abs. His scent seemed to send her own instincts into overdrive. Her heart raced with arousal. Ethan’s dexterous, calloused hands slipped beneath her shirt and lifted it over her head. It flew off her body and across the room. Sara didn’t care where it went. She only felt her skin’s desire to be close to him, to be subsumed by Ethan. Her face pressed against his chest, his heartbeat echoed in her ear. His hands rubbed the small of her back, sending electric tingles up and down her spine. She kissed his chest, salty dried sweat on her tongue. Sara’s skin tingled as Ethan’s hands worked upward, unclasping her bra in a swift motion. She shifted slightly and it fell to the floor, her breasts falling free. They were soft in Ethan’s hands. He pinched and teased her sensitive nipples gently; waves of pleasure fired through Sara as he did. She moaned aloud and began to slip her fingers beneath the waist of his sweats. Sara felt his cock It was already half erect at the sight of her. She rubbed it gently, teasingly. Sara pulled his sweats the rest of the way down and continued to stimulate him. She looked his body up and down. Ethan’s gentle breathing made his abs come in and out of relief. His legs were lean and sinewy. Sara felt him undo her jeans and peel them off, exposing her yellow panties. His strong hands guided her to the bed, and she feel onto it like a lamb. Ethan slide the jeans off Sara’s outstretched legs. He crawled onto the bed, his shoulders rippling as he did.

  Sara felt him settle atop her, his powerful hips between her legs. She was sure Ethan could sense her own readiness. Her slit ached through her panties. He kissed her once, and again. She wrapped her pale legs around him, her hands gripped his biceps that bulged out from his arms. Sara felt Ethan shift his weight from her as his hands hooked into the waist of her panties. Sara couldn’t suppress as moan of pleasure as the last of the garments separating them were stripped away.

  She could feel Ethan’s heat radiating from his body onto hers. Their bodies seemed to cackle with energy wherever they met. Sara could feel Ethan teasing at her entrance, his hardness rubbing against her soft, wet, mound. Sara stared into Ethan’s green eyes as he entered her.

  She could feel his rod impale her, sliding into her inch by inch. Ethan was gentle, savoring the rush of pleasure they both felt. Sara was overwhelmed with pleasure as the longing in her loins was sated. She moaned as Ethan’s hips pressed against hers. He bottomed out inside her, filling her to her limit.

  Ethan began to drive into his lover in long, steady strokes. Each one sent a crescendo of pleasure through Sara. She couldn’t suppress her mews of pleasure as Ethan’s thrusts grew more powerful. She viscerally felt his absence as he withdrew from her, and then was overwhelmed with lust as he entered her once again. Over and over, the almost-unreal level of pleasure surged through her nerves. Sara could feel her body yielding to Ethan, and to the sensuous pleasure. Sara sensed her own climax building. Ethan too began to redouble his pace as he too, closed on his orgasm.

  At last, Sara could fight it no longer, the orgasm exploded through her frayed nerves, sparking and tingling across every inch of her skin. She was submerged in pleasure, unable and process anything else. She could only sense herself and her lover’s body. Instinctively, she clutched at Ethan, her hands kneading his hard back as she struggled to even process her lust. She only vaguely felt Ethan cry out and plunge into her as he too, finished inside her.

  As her mind cleared, the world came back into focus. She heard breathing—her own, and Ethan’s. She sensed her heartbeat fluttering in her chest. She felt a glistening drops of Ethan’s sweat on her naked body.

  Ethan looked at her with a smirk, “I really need to shower.”

  Sara smiled back at him, the familiarity of being with him felt natural, as if she had never left.

  Ethan showered and crawled into bed. Sara and Ethan lay together. Ethan didn’t care why she was back. He was just glad she was in his life again. He didn’t ask questions. They laid together, and soon both were asleep.

  * * *

  A month later, Ethan found himself feeling a distinct sense of déjà vu. He was once again in the back locker room of the local arena. He was once again fighting LC Roberts—hopefully this time a clean LC Roberts. Ethan also knew Sara was in the stands; a thought he found oddly comforting.

  He was in the same locker room, hitting pads with the same coach. As he hit, his heavy lands grew lighter, his tired legs loosened. As the sweat started to drip from his forehead, and his hands hit the leather mitts with a steady, crisp thwap, Ethan found the tension easing away. His heart thudded in his chest, the blood rushed in his ears. Like a sports car shifted into gear, Ethan felt his body surge, and find its true capacity. At last, his coach dropped the mitts.

  “You’re ready Ethan. Rest up, you’ll be walking out in a minute.”

  Ethan laid down on the floor, legs and arms spread wide. He closed his eyes and listened to his slowing heart. He focused on his breathing: Each breath long and deep. Filling his lungs to capacity each time. Ethan deliberately relaxed his muscles. He forced his legs, then hips, back, shoulders, neck, arms and even his fingers to settle. Ethan seemed to melt into the floor.

  And then, his coach’s voice brought him back to reality.

  “Ethan. It’s time to go.”

  Ethan opened his eyes. He rose slowly, his nerves firing with readiness. He held his head high, shoulders back as he waited outside the door to the main floor of the arena. He closed his eyes as the lights dimmed as his entrance music blared over the speaker. He waited, just for a moment, just enough to remind himself that this was his show, that he was the central figure in all of this. And Ethan walked out.

  The crowd gave him a warmer reception than the first fight. While there were still some detractors, more people were cheering for him, apparently won over by his last performance. Ethan noted it, but stayed focused on the cage, and on the fight.

  Her arrived cage side and stripped down to his fight shorts. The referee checked him head to toe and Ethan entered the cage. He paced back and forth, staying warm as LC Roberts entered the arena. As he shed his shirt cage side, Ethan was surprised to see how thin and soft his body looked. Now that he was clean and free of performance-enhancing drugs, he looked like a shell of his former self. Ethan smir
ked. Any fear the name LC Roberts once held for him was gone.

  LC climbed into the cage and stood across from Ethan. Ethan stared at him. The referee made sure both were ready. The bell rung and the fight was underway.

  Ethan gave Roberts respect, staying outside of arm’s reach and only entering in time to tag his opponent’s face with a jab. Roberts still swung with wide, looping punches, but Ethan could tell they were slower and less powerful than the first fight. It was shocking to see how much he had just a few weeks off the juice could effect a fighter. Ethan’s comfort level soon improved and he started to string his punches together in combinations, throwing out two jabs and sending a blistering left hand at Roberts. The left never connected flush but it seemed to garner considerable respect from his opponent. Roberts’ punches were markedly more conservative as Ethan tagged him.

  Roberts, realizing that out striking Ethan simply wasn’t in the cards, changed up his strategy halfway through the round. He rushed at Ethan swinging wildly, pushing him against the fence. Ethan could feel Roberts’s cool, perspiring skin as he held Ethan against the fence. Roberts struggled to wrap his hands around Ethan’s straining legs and drag him to the canvas. Ethan fought tenaciously, frustrating Roberts’ efforts. Ethan soon turned his adversary, reversing him and forcing Robert’s back to the cage. Committed to making him pay, Ethan used his knees to hammer Roberts’ legs. Punishing him for even attempting a takedown. And by next round, Roberts’ legs would be sore and stiff. He wouldn’t be trying for takedowns after Ethan got done with him. For nearly a minute, Ethan held Roberts against the cage and battered his thighs and hamstrings. Only with a thirty seconds left in the round did Ethan wrap his hands around Roberts’ legs and drag him to the canvas, proving to the judges definitively, that Ethan was the superior fighter that round. And to remind Roberts that he was powerless in this fight. The round ended with Ethan atop Roberts, raining down blows.

  The bell rung and Ethan rose and returned to his corner. He sensed Roberts was growing desperate, realizing that without being on steroids, he simply wasn’t on par with Ethan’s skill and athleticism. Ethan corner encouraged him and told him to watch out, as Roberts was likely growing desperate. Ethan glanced across the cage, his opponent looked much worse for wear, his mouth wide open and panting with exhaustion.

  The referee ushered the coaches out of the cage and the bell rung again, signaling the start of a new round. Ethan circled Roberts how was moving more frantically now, looking for an opening. As Ethan pawed out a jab Roberts ducked low and shot into Ethan’s legs, looking to take him down. Ethan was too fast however and he sprawled out; dropping the weight of his hips atop Roberts’ back while simultaneously pushing down on the back of Robert’s head. Ethan locked his hands around his opponent’s neck. He could sense that the choke was tight. Boldly, Ethan leaned backwards and made the choke tighter still. Ethan squeezed on the neck as Roberts fought to escape the submission. His hands could not break Ethan’s grip and every second that ticked by was another second Roberts’s neck was trapped, the blood flow cut off. If LC didn’t tap soon, he would fall unconscious.

  Ethan watched, as if in slow motion, as Roberts’ hand released and gracefully reached out. It tapped gently on Ethan’s stomach, showing Roberts’ submission to the choke. The referee jumped in and signaled to Ethan that the fight was over. Ethan had done it. He had won.

  He released the choke and stood up, throwing his hands into the air signaling to the crowd that he had won. The crowd erupted with cheers. The referee quickly stood the two fighters in the center of the ring as the announcer stood behind them.

  “Your winner by guillotine choke one minute fifteen seconds of the second round…Ethan Ewing!”

  Ethan closed his eyes and raised his hands in triumph, drinking in the moment. He could hear the cage door open. His coaches and teammates rushed onto the canvas. Ethan opened his eyes as he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. There, in front of him, red hair and big soft eyes was Sara. She said something, but he couldn’t hear her over the roar of the crowd. She leaned in to repeat herself. But as she did, Ethan kissed her.

  Sara was taken back, for a moment, but then returned his kiss. Their tongues met as they were lost in the swirling jubilation around them. But in that instant, there was only each other. For that instant, it was perfection.