by P. A. Jones
“That's just the basic kick. We need to continue doing this for first fifteen days so you can master this kick, and then we can start with the next basic punches.”
“What? Just the kick for fifteen days?” I wiped sweat out of my eyes. I was disappointed, by my own behavior and then by his attitude.
“Do you think I became champion in a single day?”
“Wait, what? You were champion?”
“Didn't you find that out in your investigations of me?”he asked.
“No, I didn't know that. Why did you leave MMA, then? Because of that injury?”
He looked at the horizon for few moments, like he was searching for the right words. “Just like that. I know you can find it online. Just search my name.”
“Is you’re injury that bad, that you are permanently out?” My heartfelt a twitch; it was hard to see him emotional like that. I had never searched what happened to him. Why he left MMA. I was busy thinking about my plan to use him, take his help, but I didn't know much about him as a person. My sexual attraction for him was undeniable, but now more than ever, I wished I could know him as a real person, with emotions and heart.
“I'm not allowed to play or even practice.” His voice shook a little.” It's been a year since I’ve practiced fully.”
“I'm so sorry to bring this up. It must be a difficult thing for you to talk about.” I moved closer to him, compassion and concern welling in my heard, and touched his shoulder.
“It's okay. It's been a long time.”He looked back at me. ”“I’d better go and take a shower. We can meet tomorrow again for practice.”He smiled at me and turned, heading straight to his bedroom.
I picked up my bag and walked to the door. I peeked in his bedroom; his boxing shorts were lying on the bed. I couldn’t help myself; I imagined him standing naked in the shower. What the heck, I'm going for him. I dropped my bag and started walking towards the bathroom.
I could hear the cascading water of the shower from outside the bathroom, and I felt a shiver run up my spine at the thought of seeing him naked and water dripping from his muscles. I wanted to suck every drop of water flowing off of his body. What has gotten into me really? Why am I so horny?
I looked past the door that was cracked open, thinking about how good it would feel to get in the steamy shower with him. I took a deep breath, stepped out of my clothes and pushed the bathroom door, moving forward as it swung open..
Tristan had pulled his hair loose from his usual ponytail. His head was bent below the shower nozzle and his hands were resting on the wall, over his head. Every muscle of his back was glistening in the water. He looked like he’d come straight from a Hollywood magazine shoot.
I went ahead and touched his hair; it was silky smooth. I thought he would startled, but he remained calm, still his head bent down. I reached for the shampoo, wanting to run my hands through his long hair.
I lathered his hair with some shampoo. “Do you hate me for this?” I asked, sliding the shampoo onto his hair and slowly working it into a lather. He turned to me, looking into my eyes. I felt lost in his alluring eyes again. I continued massaging his scalp while he looked in my eyes. The sensation of his silken hair in my hands was wonderful, and as the suds slid down the side of his face, my hand followed, tracing his scar. I stopped and touched his jaw to feel his scar, my fingers slowly lingering there.
“It was a brutal fight outside a club when I was in college. Two people came at me with a knife. They wanted to take revenge for of the lost fight.” His voice deepened as he grabbed my neck and pulled me closer and pushed his forehead on mine, still looking in my eyes.
My head was getting wet now, but I didn't care. His touch was sending tingles all through my body. His face and his lips were inches away from me, inviting me to kiss him. I could see the water dripping from his square jaw. I closed my eyes as he brushed a strand of wet hair from my forehead. I suddenly noticed my pulse racing.
His eyes were like an endless ocean and as I looked deep into them I found no horizon, just the feeling of looking at the ocean and wondering about its end. My head was still touching his and he pulled me closer. The sudden urge to kiss him deepened in my belly, and he didn't keep me waiting for long. He stroked my lips with his fingertip that was thick and blunt. One simple stroke and I could feel it in every cell of my body, arousing a deep ache.
My legs felt weak as he touched my lips with his long, soft tongue. I had never craved anyone like him, nor had I ever felt I needed anyone’s touch like his. He was driving me crazy. But my fire remained unattended as he grabbed a towel from the glass door and wrapped it around his hips, easily letting his wet boxers slap to the floor. He grabbed another towel and covered me with it.
He covered both of my breasts and dried me. My eyes were closed, reveling in the feeling of his every touch. My hips tilted up when he started drying me between my legs. He ran the towel over the length of my legs. I felt my bones become liquid as he touched me gently between my thighs. I watched him helplessly; my desire was getting stronger, but I didn't know what he would do next.
I watched his hands rubbing the towel on my shins, a drop of water clinging to his lips. I couldn't control myself, reaching for him and pulling him toward me, sucking those lips into mine. “I'm gonna eat you alive tonight,” I whispered, while licking his lips.
“I want to eat you as my dessert,” he whispered in return. I felt we had finally connected as I withdrew my lips and looked in his eyes.
He drew his thumb along my jaw, like he was memorizing it.
Ripples shot across my body, shooting from his thumb straight to my core as he continued caressing my face, all the time watching me with his breathtaking, dark eyes.
I dropped my towel as he traced an imaginary line on my neck. My breasts heaved with his touch. Raw need streaked through my blood as he stroked his thumb up my neck and to my ear.
Suddenly, he held my face between in his palms and turned his head to pull my lips into his, sending an alert signal through my wet sex, my nipples and my whole body. My body shuddered with the emotional pressure of getting something I had needed for such a long time: a kiss from that man. My eyes closed automatically as his hand pulled my neck closer to him and his tongue dived deep inside my mouth.
I moaned and gripped his shoulder with my nails, desperately holding onto him so I couldn't crash down in into the depths of my emotional need.
He groaned and pulled me closer to him, “I want you.”
“Then take me, Tristan. Take me,” I whimpered.
My sensation sparked as his tongue dipped hard against mine and his body leaned into me. I felt alive with his touch, almost as if it was the time I did drugs—once. No, it was better than that. Infinitely better. I’d never felt so alive in my life.
He pulled me closer, my breasts flattened against his chest. It was a bit painful, but a much-needed pain. I wanted more of it so, I held his back and pulled myself onto his body. My plan, my strategy, everything vanished with one touch. I was a raw female needing a male. I wanted him so desperately that I couldn't believe the power of the emotions that flooded me in waves.
But it was more than that, here with Tristan in my arms. Yes, it was his touch and his kisses that had pushed me to the edge of an orgasm, but that wasn't the only thing I wanted. I wanted more from him—I knew it in every fiber of my being.
“I want you, Mr. Scott,” I whispered. I couldn't breathe as his fingers moved slowly, caressing my back. Damn, he is making me crazy..
I pushed my mouth against his as he hungrily took it in. My hips were tilting and moving until one of his thighs came in between my legs, touching my sweet spot.
He gently bit and sucked on my lips, teasing me to heights I’d never known; I dug my nails down in his arms as I rubbed my sex on his thighs shamelessly. It felt so good and needed—it had been too long for me, and I had lost all control. Sensations shot up my core and I shuddered in his arms.
He looked at me with surprise and t
hen he raised his leg so his thigh push closer to my sex. I was swept away with the physical sensations that flooded me, and I lost all control as I rode on the waves of the pleasure, my body shuddering, vibrating on those waves. It continued until eternity and with the last wave, I felt the utter shame of my body betraying me. I felt like an idiot. I had used his thighs for my own pleasure, not able to think of anything but my own needs. Turning away from his gaze, I put on my clothes and walked out of his house, too embarrassed to look back
Chapter 12
Tristan
“Am I a slut Tristan?”she messaged, along with a crying smile. She was hurt by her actions last night. It wasn't her fault completely; I should have controlled myself. I knew she was trying to get through my armor, and I knew what would happen if I gave her any signals. But it went a different way and in the end, she walked out of my door, crying.
“Are you?”Am I supposed to console her now? We both went ahead with our urges, giving in to our frenzied needs, and she ended up coming in my arms...and leaving. Did that make her a slut?
“What's your opinion?”
“You should get your ass over here and start training,” I replied in frustration. Text messaging was never my thing. I didn't even stay in contact with Emma over text messages.
“Do I have to?”she replied.
“Do you want to?” Damn, she was getting on my nerves now. From the moment I met this girl, I knew I was going to be doomed. First she set that bully Chase on me, then she broke into my house, then we kissed each other and now I'm aimlessly texting with her. Do I like her? I really wasn’t sure. She had a great figure and beautiful blue eyes, but we’d just met a few days ago And along with all of the drama, how could I like her? Then why am I talking to her?
“Who are you messaging, Mr. Scott?” Trisha peeked in my office from behind me.“I’ve never seen you texting anyone before.” She giggled. She was only seventeen, after all.
“Nobody, some work thing. Will you close the book store? I'll head home early today.”
“Sure, no problem.” She smiled.
I walked out and sent Nikki a final message. “If you want to train, get your ass to my house and wear the appropriate clothes this time.” I chuckled; it was fun to tease her.
Last night after she’d left, I’d spent my night watching stars in my garden. I was feeling so hot and bothered that I had to spend two hours in the pool to calm myself down. Six months without sex was too much for my body and, and after that brush with Nikki—and it’s unexpected ending—well, I was having a bit of a hard time=
I tried to push it out of my head while I drove home, but Nikki was already standing on my porch when I parked my car.
“You could have used your secret door to get into the house,” I taunted her.
“It's fine, Tristan. I'm already embarrassed about what happened. Please don't get me wrong. I'm here just for training..”
“That's good.” I opened the door and walked in.“Give me a minute. I'll change and come back.” I’d purposely worn a t-shirt for training today. I didn't want her to have a meltdown by looking at my body. I was already regretting my decision to agree to train her. Practically, I shouldn't have worried about sleeping with her, but I did because she was different. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. She was different. Not a one night stand type of girl.
I came back out of my room and—Oh, my—Nikki was on her hands and knees in front of the fish tank, staring at the fish swimming lazily by.. I inhaled deeply, still trying to forget about last night, but her ass was so perfect and round that made my cock jump in my track pants.
“Shall we, Nikki?” I asked.
She turned to me and gazed straight at my cock for a while. “Are you sure that's not up because of me?”she asked.
“Are you a slut?” I asked.
“I can be if you want me to be,” she replied, licking her lips, “Let me see it first and then we can decide.” She came closer, crawling on all fours.. She grabbed my cock over my track pants. A bolt of electricity passed through my body as she held it in her hands.
In the blink of an eye her hand slid below my shorts and started caressing my hardness over my boxers, roughly. Raw lust occupied every inch of my flesh and blood.
“Don’t, Nikki. Don’t, or else I won’t stop.”She was pushing me over the edge and there was no turning back for me or her. She didn’t listen and slid her hands further over the smooth skin of my cock, her head falling back with her lips parted She was now holding my cock with both of her hands and stroking it slowly. I could feel the blood flowing through my body to my cock, her soft hands wrapped around it, with every one of her strokes.
“I won’t be able to control myself, Nikki, and I’ll fuck you right here.”
She lowered my shorts and they fell around my legs. One of her hands was still inside my boxers, playing with my balls, and her second hand struggled to remove my boxers. She finally succeeded and my cock jumped in her hands. She gazed at it momentarily, pure lust shining in her heavily-lidded eyes. She lowered her mouth and tasted the tip of my hardness.
“That’s it, Nikki.” I pulled her up. I wanted her and I was going to give her a taste of her own medicine. I lifted her in my hands and tossed her on my fluffy bed.“To be clear, Nikki, I’m going to make love to you in this bed. I’m going to make you come so many times you pass out from exhaustion.” I covered her with my body.
“Try me,” she replied with dreamy eyes. She was ready for it.
I dragged her shirt off her body and kept her wrists pinned above her head with one hand and with the other I lowered her pants.
“Are you a slut, Miss Nikki?” I asked her, while raking my teeth against her collarbone and undoing her bra with one hand.“Was this all some plan of yours?” I closed my lips on her first nipple, torturing it with my teeth.
She moaned, low in her throat, and her eyes closed in ecstasy.
“This is just the start, Miss Jordan.” I gently bit her other nipple while sucking the beautiful pink skin around it.“And you won’t forget this for a long time.” She had awakened the animal in me and she was going to pay the price.
I pushed my hand between her thighs.“Soft and untouched.” I ran my thumb across her red lace panties, staring into her eyes.“This won’t be casual sex, Miss Jordan. You are getting into something else by starting this. I’ll take every inch of your body,”
She gasped, her eyes closed and moaning in pleasure.
I groaned, while torturing her with my thumb.
She wriggled her hands free from my grip, slid out from under me and scooted back just a bit. “Mr. Scott, don’t hold back.”She grinned, flashing her white teeth. She reached out to pull off my shirt.“If I’m going to be naked, you have to be, too.”She quickly stripped off my t-shirt, flinging it to the floor with a flick of her wrist, her wicked grin turned back to me.“And further, I want you untamed. As untamed as possible.”
“You get what you ask for” I replied while pushing my thumb inside her panties, swirling around her sweet spot.
“Ah, my God,” she moaned in pleasure, her eyes closed, a painful satisfaction visible on her face.“Do it, Tristan. Do it.”
I pushed my thumb, increasing the pressure on her most sensitive place..
She raked her nails across my back and maneuvered her legs so she was straddling mine.
“That’s some flexibility you have,” I said as I watched her, appreciating and admiring her body.
She rocked her core against me; I pulsed back, hungry for her. To my utter disbelief, she slid across the length of my body, and as her nipples crossed my lips I gaped at her with my eyes wide. How could she so flexible?
I was about to suck her nipples when she flipped on her stomach; I was looking at her sexy, bare back.
“Teasing devil,” I groaned and flipped her on her back.
She giggled at first, but it turned into a demanding moan as my teeth doled out my retaliation. I sucked her nipple hard inside my mou
th and then marked it with a wet nip of my teeth.
She moaned again and wrapped her legs around my waist. The play was getting more interesting by the moment.
“Not that easy, sweetheart.” I pushed her ankles back on the bed and then hooked her legs over my shoulders. I lowered my mouth and rained down kisses all over her soft belly.
She moaned deep as I slid two fingers inside her wetness.
“Tristan, I want you now. No fingers, please,” she cried in frustration as I moved further into her tightness.
I kissed her hard, my tongue swirling around her sweet spot. She tasted like sweet coffee, my favorite coffee.
My fingers were still inside her, while her hands came searching for my hardness and then started stroking its length.
“I need a condom, Nikki, or else I’ll only take a second like this,” I whispered.
“I’m protected, take me whenever and however you want,” she whispered back.
"Still no," I extended my hand to my drawer and pulled out a condom. A few seconds, but they could save me from a trouble.
With a swift action I removed her panties and pushed my cock over her lower lips.
She pulsed forward to take in my full length. “Damn, it’s hot,” she gasped.
“That’s it,” I groaned as it was impossible to control myself anymore. I pulled out, hearing her gasp as she was suddenly empty. Wanting to do this my way, I flipped her on her stomach and bit her earlobe as I slid my cock inside her.
Oh, God.
It felt so welcoming and warm. I flexed my hand to slide a pillow under her belly. She was my target and I was going all out. I kissed her back and then grabbed her ass to go inside in one thrust.
We moved together, slowly at first as I felt her tightness surrounding me. My eyes closed as I savored every sensation, and with no words between us, her hips lifted to meet my every stroke, as if we’d done this a million times.
Together, we moved faster and faster, and as I was on the edge of falling, knowing I was giving in to ecstasy, she exploded around me, pulsing her hips to take me in deeper and deeper. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced, and I was released, untamed, with a woman, giving in to all of my animal desires, as she was doing with me.