Body Lock: MMA Sports Romance

by Grace Hugh

  "How, Jans? You know he's never going to let us go. Where can we hide from him?"

  "I've got a plan."

  "I wish you'd tell me," she says.

  "Soon," I say. "Now go get ready."

  "What should I wear?" she asks.

  "Dress nice," I say. "I like that lavender thing you wear once in a while."

  "Okay," she says and walks out of my room.

  I watch her go as the wheels in my mind turn. She's right, he can find us anywhere. Even if I get enough money to get us out of here and buy new identities we’ll have a life on the run. What kind of life would that be? What about if we have kids? The germ of an idea begins to form in my mind but I push it aside and let it percolate. This isn’t going to be easy.

  LeAnne walks down the stairs in her dress and it feels like there’s not enough air left in the room. My chest tightens and my heart speeds up. I swallow hard forcing moisture into my mouth. She looks amazing, her hair is done up so that it hangs over her shoulders in loose curls and has this amazing shine and bounces as she walks. The dress is perfect, it leaves her shoulders bare and shows just a hint of cleavage.

  She stops partway down the steps with one hand resting on the railing. She smiles shyly as she stands waiting for me to speak but I can’t say a thing. I’m choked up and unable to form words.

  "You're beautiful," my voice is hoarse.

  Her smile lights up the room.

  "Thank you," she says softly.

  I hold my hand out and she walks down the rest of the way taking it. This is dangerous but right now I don't care who sees us. We arrive at my car and I hold the door for her until she settles into the seat and then shut it. I walk around to my side, get in, then start the car and take off.

  "So, where are we going?" she asks.

  "I'm taking you to dinner," I say. "Just like a real date."

  "Oh, Jans, are you sure? What if somebody sees us?"

  "I got this," I say.

  I drive to the restaurant and find a parking space. As soon as we’re parked, I jump out and run around to open the door for her. I hold her hand as she gets out and steps onto the sidewalk.

  "This place looks fancy," she says.

  I smile and lead the way to the door. As soon as we approach, it swings open and a man in a tuxedo is holding the door and smiling.

  "Welcome, Mr. Manarchy, Ma'am," the man says. "Allow me to show you to your table."

  The place is empty, completely devoid of other people I notice as we’re led to our table. I paid well for that privilege.

  It's a small, intimate restaurant. The tables have lit candles which are the main source of light. The table I have chosen is in the corner and we're led to it. I hold her chair for her and push it in before taking my own seat. The waiter takes our order then disappears leaving us alone.

  "Where is everybody?" she asks.

  "We don't have to worry about being seen here," I say. "This place is ours, for tonight."

  "Oh, Jans," she says.

  "Do you like it?" I ask.

  "I've never had anything so nice in all my life," she says.

  "Well, that's going to change."

  We hold hands across the table and we talk about our day. It’s small talk but I love every minute of it. The waiter brings her food and we encourage each other to try the different items on our plates. We laugh and for the first time in the two years that we've been together it feels like we’re a normal couple. In this short window we can forget the stress of who we are and who our family is.

  "Do you want dessert?" I ask.

  "Oh, I think I'm too full," she replies.

  "Okay," I reply. "Well, are you ready for the next part?"

  "There's more?" she asks surprised.

  "Yes, one more thing," I say grinning.

  I stand up and take her chair out as she stands then lead her back to my car. Once I have her settled in, I take off and it’s not long before we pull up to the nicest hotel in town. The valet opens the door for her and I toss the keys to him as well as a hundred dollar bill. We walk in together, hand-in-hand, without fear. This isn’t a part of town where anyone will recognize us.

  "What are we doing here, Jans?" she asks.

  "I told you, I wanted it to be special," I say.

  "Oh, Jans, this is too much."

  "Nothing is too much for you."

  The elevator is large and spacious as we ride up to the rooftop. When the doors open we look down a long hallway. There are only three rooms on this floor. Each one is a spacious suite. Ours is the last one on the right. I lead the way and unlock the door, pushing it open to let her go in first.

  She gasps as she enters. The bed is covered with rose petals and their scent fills the room. There's even an already full, steaming hot tub bubbling in one corner. Low music plays from the surround system. Everything is opulent. And while our home has just as many expensive things in it, this somehow feels more alive than our house ever has. She stands in the middle of the room and twirls, her dress flaring out around her. My heart swells at the same time as my cock does. I never knew that love could feel like this.

  "Do you like it?" I ask.

  "Oh Jans," she exclaims. "It's beautiful."

  I smile as she walks over to the bed and trails her fingers along it. I lean against the wall and watch. She looks up at me with a shy and coy look in her eyes. Her smile is tentative.

  "You did all this for me?"

  "For us," I say.

  I spring with a fighter’s ease towards her, unable to hold myself back any longer. I take her lips and claim them as mine. I wrap my arms around her as I kiss her fiercely, her head dips back letting my lips travel a natural path down. My mouth covers her collarbone as my teeth graze her flesh. I massage her breast through the soft cloth of her dress and she moans. My fingers alight at the nape of her neck and I take a fistful of her hair. I kiss her greedily, her lips gliding as our tongues trace each other.

  Two years I've waited for this moment. Waited to claim her fully and make her mine. Everything about her is on point tonight. Her sweet scent, her buttery skin, and her eagerness. She moans into my mouth as our bodies meld together. I lower her onto the bed holding her with my left arm while my right traces along her calf up to her thigh. I make circles along her skin and tease her dress higher.

  Her hands run along my jaw down my neck and across my shoulders. I rise up on to my knees and undo my shirt letting it fall to the floor and reveal my tattoos. Her eyes drink me in as she licks her lips. I lower myself beside her and resume tracing circles along the bare skin of her legs, across her thighs, and up to her perfect ass. As I cup and squeeze one perfect globe, she moans. I run my finger up the seam of her legs until I trace the lines of her opening. The heady scent of her fills my nostrils. My cock is a steel rod needing desperately to bury itself inside of her but I resist the desire. I continue to kiss her sweet lips with desperate need. It's taken all my willpower to not rip these clothes off and find my satisfaction. I've never wanted anything more but she’s special and I won't rush our first time.

  I kiss the natural path down along her jaw and across her shoulder. She drives her right hand into my pants and grabs my dick. As her hand squeezes I moan and thrust forward involuntarily. I kiss from her shoulder across her breasts and pull them free from her dress. As I cover one with my mouth I thumb her other nipple teasing it to a hard point.

  "Oh god, Jans," she exhales.

  "You like that?" I say, breaking my seal on her nipple.

  "I want to taste you," she says.

  I stand up off the bed and smile. I move slowly, savoring the moment as I grasp the fastener of my pants. I spend long moments unhooking them, then undo the zipper. Her eyes follow each motion and she licks her lips. She rolls over onto all fours moving closer, so close I can feel her hot breath on my abs. The zipper reaches the bottom and my pants fall to the floor. My boxers are tented out from my erection. I hook my thumbs under the waist band and slowly lower them revealin
g tightly trimmed pubic hair. She reaches out with her left hand and rests it against my stomach. I continue teasing as I work the underwear lower until I have to pull it forward to free my cock. She rocks forward and her lips are on the head of my dick. She traces around the edge with her tongue and sensations blast through me making my knees weak.

  "Damn, LeAnne," I say.

  "Hmmm," she moans and it vibrates my cock in her mouth.

  She slides down onto my shaft taking me deep in her throat. I had no idea she knew how to do this. I’ve never had anything that felt this good. She moves in and out and it’s only moments before I feel my balls tightening and an orgasm building. My stomach clenches and I groan, grabbing her hair and forcing her on and off my cock at a faster pace. She begins to hum as she bobs up and down and it drives me crazy. I can't hold back anymore. My load explodes into her. She pulls off and my come goes all over her face and the bed. She has a hold of my cock stroking it and laughing.

  "You built up one hell of a load for me," she says smiling.

  "I ain't done with you yet," I say smiling. I grab a nearby towel that I placed earlier and hand it to her so she can clean herself up.

  "Thanks," she says.

  "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

  "Porn, where else?" she laughs.

  I take her hand and help her off the bed. Once she's done cleaning herself off, I throw the towel over the mess on the bed then I help her out of her dress. I stand behind her with my cock pressed up against her ass wrapping my arms around her so that they cover her breast and my hands cup her womanhood. I nibble her ear and kiss down her neck.

  "I love you, LeAnne."

  "Mmmm, I love you, too," she says.

  I kiss her neck as my fingers probe into her folds, penetrate her hidden love, and then curl inside her. She's so wet my fingers slide in easily and I push them in and out, curling as I reach my limit and rub the mounded spot there. She cries out and her legs begin to shake but I hold her up. My cock is hard as hell again pressing between the cheeks of her ass. Each time she shivers it causes her to jerk against my cock and tests my resolve to not penetrate her yet.

  "Yes! There, yes, more," she says between ragged gasps.

  With my free hand I cup her breast and pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I roll and tease it while kissing her neck. The shaft of my cock presses up against her rear hole as I stroke up and down with gentle thrust of my hips teasing that sacred opening and enjoying the feel of her ass clamping my dick.

  "I'm close, Jans, don't stop."

  I speed up how fast I’m pushing in and out of her. Her wet juices flow over my fingers making me harder still. I swear if my dick gets any harder it’s going to explode. She trembles in my arms then presses back against me driving my cock deep between her tight ass cheeks. Her body stiffens in my arms as her muscles clench around my fingers. I pull her close to me and hold her as her orgasm passes over her in waves.

  “Oh god, I love you, Jans,” she exhales as she shudders in my arms.

  I nuzzle her neck and wait for her body to calm. Slowly I pull my hand out from inside then turn her back towards the bed. I lay her gently on it and kiss her lips hungrily. My cock presses against her leg and her buttery soft skin causes sensations of pleasure with every motion I make. I kiss across her cheek, nibble her neck, then down to her shoulder while my hands roam, tracing the lines of her curves, the swell of her belly up to her breasts. I cup one in my hand and take the nipple of the other in my mouth. Her back arches as she cries out her pleasure. She grabs my shaft and strokes as I tongue her nipple, rolling it around with my lips before nibbling lightly with my teeth.

  I lick around the nipple then trace a line between her breasts with my tongue and down across her stomach. Her back arches up as I position myself between her legs. She loses her grip on my dick and frowns at me.

  “Aww, I can’t reach you,” she says grinning.

  “Just wait,” I say as I resume kissing my way down her belly.

  Reaching her middle, I kiss over to her left leg dragging my tongue across her skin as I do. Goosebumps rise on her flesh as I continue dragging down her leg to her knee then down and up the inside of her thigh. I pause to nibble her delicate skin then resume my tongue drag. The scent of her fills my nostrils in a heady brew that makes me feel alive. My cock throbs, begging to be put into her but I’m not ready for that yet. This has to be special.

  She shivers as I close with her mound. I lick the fold between her leg and center, before I move up and then across, just above her sweet opening before passing down the other side on her right leg. This time I nibble my way down her leg to her knee. She shivers and shakes then wraps her hands in my hair tugging. It doesn’t slow me, if anything it turns me on more. Reaching her knee I work my way up her inner thigh the same way I did the left. My tongue wants to taste her sweetness, my cock wants to be buried in her, I feel the pull of my desire growing but I’m master of my body. I won’t give in to its desires before I’m ready.

  Reaching her soft center, I pause as I lower myself to the bed then I lick up her opening carefully, not penetrating her silky folds. Her grip in my hair tightens and she pulls to bring me closer but I resist. When I reach the top of her opening I tease the folds until my tongue just penetrates her outer lips. I lick up her sweetness and the taste of her on my tongue almost makes me lose control. I want to drive my tongue in and penetrate her before shoving my cock in balls deep. I resist but it’s a struggle as I’m almost blinded by my desire and need for her. I continue slowly licking, working my way deeper until her innermost folds open themselves to me. As her pearl comes out to meet my seeking tongue I drop lower and push my tongue deep inside her then drag her sweetness up and across her exposed clit.

  “Jans!” she exclaims, her grip in my hair turning into balled fists as she forces me hard against her.

  I let her pull me in and hold my rough tongue flat against her delicate pearl. She bucks against me so I reach around and hook my arms under her legs then grab her hips. I pull her tight, forcing myself hard against her sweet taste and moving my head slowly side to side then up and down. I lift up until she’s on her shoulders and my tongue is deep inside her teasing her sweet pearl until she explodes. Every muscle stiffens as she locks her legs around my head.

  I’m on my knees pleasing her with her legs locked around my head and my cock spasms wanting, no begging for attention.

  As her muscles unclench and her legs relax I lower her back to the bed. I slowly pull back from her mound letting her relax. She spreads her legs and I crawl up the bed, reaching over to the nearby stand and grabbing the waiting condom. I rip the packaging open with my teeth, roll it on and place my arms to either side of her with my cock at her entrance, ready and needing. She smiles at me with half-lidded eyes heavy with pleasure. There’s a glow about her face, an innocence, I want her to never be touched, I want that innocence, I want it to be mine forever. She has to be mine.

  “Be mine,” I say my voice hoarse.

  “Always,” she says and I thrust into her.

  She’s so wet that I drive my rod to its hilt, burying myself deep inside her while our eyes are locked together. Her eyes widen, she bites her lip, her nails dig into my back, and then I know pleasure follows that one instant of pain. Her pussy grips my cock like a glove, perfectly formed to me, custom made to fit no other. I almost come as soon as I enter her she’s so tight and perfect but I hold off. I pull back slowly and feel her gripping me. I shove forward slower this time and establish a rhythm to my thrusts. Each one going to the hilt then pulling back out so just the head is in. In seconds we’re moving together, our bodies interlocking just like they’re made for each other. Perfectly fitting, coming together, and I feel things I’ve never felt before. It’s more than sex, it’s the connection between the two of us. A deep longing need that’s only filled by LeAnne. I want to be closer to her. I drive into my limit, bones forcing us to come no closer, but still I want more. In that
moment, when I’m buried deep in her, I feel whole. Like a part of me that’s always been missing is found. I’m only complete when we’re together and I don’t want it to end.

  My balls tighten as my stomach clenches and I’m so close. I struggle on the edge holding it off, staving off the finish. She moans and I grunt with each thrust. It’s like being in the octagon, I have to beat my opponent, predict his next move and then dodge. Come in low and take him out and that’s what I’m doing with my orgasm. Fighting against it, grappling on the mat, struggling to stay on top of it and keep my hold no matter how it tries to break free and fill her.

  At last I can push it off no more and I explode. My seed pumps into her, filling her as her love pulls it out of me, milking even more even as I think it must be done. I hold myself over her as my cock starts to soften at last then I lower to her lips and we kiss.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  “I love you, too,” she returns and my world is complete.

  I lie beside her and keep one arm and a leg draped across her body. She turns into me resting her head on my chest and snuggling closer until there’s no space between us. I stare at the ceiling satisfied. I’ve waited for her for two years and it was more than worth the wait. The moment I saw her in that hallway being hassled by that douche I knew she was mine. I waited to claim her because I wanted her to choose me. I’m not Vinnie. That’s the kind of shit he does.

  Thinking of Vinnie turns my thoughts to a dark place. I have to get us out. Get her away from him before something bad happens. I can’t keep doing collection runs for him. It’s only a matter of time before something goes wrong. I can handle myself but eventually the Feds will catch up to Vinnie and take us all down. They always do.

  “What are you thinking about?” she murmurs.

  “Nothing,” I say.

  “Liar.”

  “How do you know?”

  “Your heartbeat changed,” she says. “And I know you. I can feel it.”

  I feel my heart beat skip when she says that. The connection between us is real and strong. We were meant to be together. I knew it that first moment and every moment since has confirmed it. I’ll save us. I’ll do it for her.