by Izzy Sweet
I already owe him so much.
After winning the argument over the shoes, he pushes me into letting him buy me a few new pairs of yoga pants, and before I realize what’s happening, I’ve got an entire new wardrobe.
“It’s too much,” I tell him as we eat cheesesteaks in the food court. Our table is surrounded by bags filled with clothes for me. I’ve got new yoga pants, leggings, running shorts, tank tops and sports bras.
“You’ll pay me back,” he says easily before taking a big bite out of his sandwich.
“How?” I ask before popping a french fry into my mouth. I chew quickly then swallow. “You won’t let me see the receipts.”
He can’t look me in the eyes when he says, “We’ll figure it out later.”
I snort softly and mutter, “Sure we will.”
Crumbling up his wrapper, we stack up our trash on the tray before standing.
“Is there anything else you need before we leave?” he asks, and I shake my head.
What more could I want?
Besides him.
* * *
We spend the rest of the day doing errands together. We get his car cleaned, grab Muffin’s gourmet treats and food at the pet store, and do the week’s grocery shopping. On the way home, we pick up a bucket of fried chicken for dinner with all the trimmings.
After putting everything away, we enjoy our dinner on the couch in the living room while watching an old Night of Fights on his huge flat screen.
I’m only half paying attention to the fight, focusing most of my attention on the chicken on my plate, when the crowd starts roaring.
Glancing up, I see the underdog has the big guy everyone thought would win in a choke using his legs.
“What’s he doing?” I ask Alex between bites of chicken. “What move is that?”
“That, my dear girl,” Alex grins while pointing his drumstick at the TV. “Is a triangle choke.”
The underdog sinks the choke for the win. Alex grunts and uses his teeth to tear a bite off his drumstick.
“Do you know how to do that?” I ask, wiping my greasy hands off on a napkin.
“Sure,” he answers. “But I’m not much for grappling. I prefer to pound my opponents into submission.”
I eye his massive arms and hands. Yeah, he sure looks like he could do some serious pounding…
“Do you think you could teach me how to do it?”
“Now?” he asks and starts to lick his fingers clean.
“Uh, sure…” I respond hesitantly. I didn’t exactly mean right now but what the heck?
Alex stands from the couch first, carrying his plate into the kitchen, and I follow after him. We both rinse our plates off in the sink and wash our hands.
Walking back into the living room, Alex stops in the doorway and frowns. “Let’s move the coffee table out of the way and do it on the floor.”
“Okay.” I nod, and help him move the table by grabbing one end.
Pushing the table up against the wall, we now have the entire living room floor to work with.
“Alright,” he says. “Lay down on the floor and open your guard.”
I feel really weird doing this but I walk into the middle of the living room and drop down to my knees before stretching out on my back.
Bringing my knees up, I look up at him. “Like this?”
Alex walks over to me and shakes his head. “Spread your knees.”
I try to calm my thundering pulse as I spread my knees with him towering over me.
“Wider,” he growls as he sinks down to the floor. “I need to fit between them.”
Oh god. What did I get myself into?
Alex goes to his hands and crawls over me, positioning himself between my thighs. “Now, wrap your legs around me and lock it.”
Trying my best not to hyperventilate, I wrap my legs around his waist and cross my ankles.
“Good,” he grins down at me and my heart does a little flip flop. “Now if I’m in this position, I’m going to take some shots at your head and face. You need to deflect the shots and push one of my arms between your legs. Got it?”
I nod. “Okay.”
Alex swings his fists slowly at my face. I deflect his left arm and push it towards my thighs.
“Good,” he says. “Now, you need to bring that leg up higher and over my shoulder to trap it.”
I frown at him as I unlock my ankles and open my thighs.
“Use your hips. This is where you gotta be fast.”
I bring that leg up and over his shoulder.
“Bring your other leg up and lock your ankles.”
I cross my ankles behind his back and try not to think too hard about having his head trapped between my thighs with my ass hanging off the floor.
“Now, I’m not in the mood to take a nap tonight so don’t sink this.”
I nod up at him.
“Take that arm on your chest and pull it across.”
I start to pull his arm across.
“Unlock your legs and use your right foot to push my hip while you pull.”
I unlock my legs and use my foot to push on his hip.
“Bite down with your other leg, but remember I don’t want to take a fucking nap.”
I use my leg still draped over his shoulder to push his head down.
His voice sounds strained as he tells me to, “Bring that other leg up and lock it while you pull down on my head. But gently, dammit.”
Bringing my leg up again, I lock it over my leg pushing on his head and put my hands on his head.
“Okay. Think you got it?”
I unlock my legs and relax so he can pull out.
“I think so.”
“Let’s try this again, but faster.”
He starts to slowly swing at my face. This time I deflect his right hand and push it down towards my thighs.
“You gotta be fast. Use those hips and thrust up,” he reminds me.
I unlock my ankles, thrust up and miss.
“Shit,” Alex curses as I accidentally kick him in the head.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek as my pelvic bone collides with his elbow.
Dropping my feet to the floor, I cringe up at him. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay, shit happens,” he says, rubbing the back of his head. “Want to try again?”
I nod up at him and resist the urge to cover my mons with my hands. “Yeah, but I’m going to need a moment.”
“Did you get hurt?”
I bite my lip and nod my head again.
“Where?”
I give him a sharp, pointed look.
“Oh,” he says with some surprise and then tips his head back, laughing.
“It’s so not funny,” I pout up at him.
“You’re right,” he says, still chuckling. “It’s not funny. Do you want me to kiss it better?”
I widen my eyes at him and his face flushes red as he realizes what he just said. “Shit. I didn’t mean it like that…”
“Kiss me,” I blurt out and feel my own face warming. “And maybe I’ll feel better.”
“Christy,” he groans, his eyes darkening. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not—“
I don’t get the last word past my lips before his mouth is smothering it with a kiss.
Chapter Twenty-One
Alex
Somewhere in the back of my head, an alarm is going off, telling me to be careful, that this could be a very bad idea. But the rest of my head is saying fuck that, this is what we have been both moving towards since the first time we spoke to each other.
Is this something that we are going to look back on with regret? I’m scared for once in my life, isn’t that fucked up? Scared of a girl who’s small as fuck compared to me… Scared that I am going to break her heart.
She seems so confident and wise sometimes, then at others I can feel how young she is.
She asked me to kiss her, she wanted me to and I can feel it. I think this whole day I�
��ve felt it, but I’ve held back. Where in my life I usually never hesitate, I have with her. Not out of some reservation of my own, but because I think of her as more than just a conquest.
If we are to go further, we won’t be stopping after one kiss or one night.
Looking down into her dark blue eyes, I feel myself being pulled into her. It’s like some inescapable well of gravity. She has had me circling her and slowly but surely, I will be pulled into her without the possibility of escape.
Pulling away from her soft, plump lips, my voice feels harsh as I say, “If we don’t stop, you’re mine.”
Her eyes are only open long enough to give me an anguished look before pulling me back to her lips.
She’s mine. She’s had all the chances I am going to give her. I don’t give a good fuck what happens from here on out. She’s mine. Mine.
My lips spread with hers and my tongue lashes out against hers. She tastes just as amazing as the first time. Her hesitation is short-lived before she quickly allows her own passion erupt.
Hands gripping my shirt tightly, she moans deeply into my mouth. I never felt the need that courses through my veins that I do now, not ever. She is igniting something in me that has never been there before.
I don’t feel the same as I have with others, this feels so different, so right.
There isn’t some deadline now, there isn’t a feeling of wanting her gone as soon as we are done. No, now I feel like even a year from now will not be enough time to explore her, to give her pleasure, to take my pleasure.
Her body molds up against mine as I lay atop of her. My cock has gone from semi-aroused to achingly stiff in a quick second. The ache I feel is only somewhat relieved as I push it up against her mound.
Groaning into her mouth, my hand comes down to cup her breast. It’s soft yet firm at the same time as I massage it through her shirt and bra. If I’m not mistaken, I can feel her hard tipped nipple pressing through the fabric.
Fuck, I want to taste them. I want to lick and suckle them. Just the thought of her breasts being exposed to my mouth has me almost drooling.
She isn’t just lying there, accepting my attention. Her hips thrust against my cock. I can feel her body shaking against me as she rubs her mons all over the head.
Pulling away from her, I gasp as her hand reaches under my shirt and begins to explore my abs. Her fingers are tracing over the muscles when she opens her eyes.
Staring up into my eyes, she gasps as I push hard against her pussy. I’m trying to graze her clit and I think it works as she jerks beneath me.
She squeaks out, “Fuck.”
Nodding my head, I lower my mouth to her neck and lightly bite her there before sucking in the flesh. Even here, her flesh tastes sweet like honey on my lips. Her body’s smell is like an aphrodisiac. I can feel my desire to take her growing more and more by the second. I know I am only able to control myself for so long before we are stripped here, naked on the floor, with me thrusting into the tight vise of her pussy.
“Fuck!” I growl out loudly.
Her fingers have traced up my chest to lightly flick against my nipples. Then slowly her fingers drag down to trace around my waistband. If she gets that tiny hand around my cock it will be all over.
Pulling back away from her, I shake my head. “We can’t…”
She looks confused when I let out a low self-depreciating laugh. “We can’t continue here on the floor.”
She smiles at me and I sweep my arms under her legs and behind her back.
“What’s this type of hold called?” she asks.
“I don’t even have a name for it.”
Christy
They may call him Beast in the cage but Alex is nothing but gentle as he lowers me down to his bed.
He pulls away just enough to yank his shirt up and over his head. My eyes drink in all of his newly exposed skin, and I can’t keep myself from reaching out, from touching him.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t believe I get to do this, I marvel as my fingers play over his abs.
Coming back down, he hovers above me for a moment before placing another deep, passionate kiss on my lips. I feel his fingers pulling my shirt up.
Impatient.
We break away as he helps me remove it.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he growls, his eyes devouring me.
He doesn’t even bother helping me unsnap the bra. No, he chooses to shove my straps down my arms, restricting my movement instead.
Tugging down the left cup, I feel his warm breath before his mouth is covering me. Sucking me in.
“Alex,” I gasp and arch off the bed.
“So fucking sweet,” he says huskily, and I feel the scrape of his teeth as he yanks my other cup down.
He divides his attention between both breasts. Kneading them in his big calloused hands. Kissing them and licking them.
Driving me crazy with the need to touch him.
Pushing against the straps of my bra, I reach up, rubbing my hands all over his stomach. Tracing the lines of his abs before dragging my fingers down to his waistband.
“Christy,” he growls in warning.
I ignore the warning and shove my fingers into his pants.
“God dammit,” he grunts as my fingertips graze against his skin.
He jerks away from me and I pant up at him in confusion.
“Slow down, sweetheart,” he says more tenderly. “Or this will be over before you know it.”
“I’m sorry,” I sigh, dropping my hands to the bed.
“Don’t be sorry.” More of his weight comes down on top of me and I spread my legs, eagerly, accepting him. “I’ve fantasized about this for so long I want it to last as long as possible.”
His hands grab me by the face and he kisses me until I’m dizzy and breathless.
With his body completely on top of mine, I feel myself melting beneath him. Melting beneath all his hard bulges and smooth ridges.
“Alex,” I groan into his kiss, squirming beneath him. I want something but I don’t know what that something is.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he purrs, and then kisses a wet trail down my neck.
His hands leave my face and I feel my bra straps sliding down my arms. His mouth hungrily kisses and nips down the swell of each breast. He pauses just long enough to flick his tongue against each crinkled tip.
One of his hands slips between me and the bed and then my bra is unhooked, gaping open.
He pulls my bra off of me without missing a beat. His mouth continuing to lick and kiss me into distraction.
There are so many new and pleasant sensations overwhelming me, I’m only half aware of what is happening.
My breasts feel heavy after his kisses, my nipples tight and aching. His weight is pushing me down, sinking me into the mattress. My fingers touch against his shoulders, digging into his skin.
I can’t stay still, my legs twitching and my butt squirming against the bed.
Between my thighs, my core throbs and pulses. His hardness pushes into my thigh and his mouth is so warm, so wet.
His mouth travels down; his cheeks scrape against my stomach. His tongue dips into my belly button and I nearly jump off the bed.
“Alex!” I cry out, falling back.
He chuckles and continues his downward trek.
I feel fingers at my pants and then he’s sliding down, taking them with him. I tense up, not knowing what’s coming next.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he purrs huskily, his breath hot against my skin.
“Alex? What are you doing?” I ask tentatively, wondering why he’s lingering down there. Is he staring at me? Am I freakish or something?
“I want to taste you. I’d spend all night pleasing you with my mouth but I want you so fucking bad it hurts.”
“You hurt?” I repeat, confused and a little upset that he’s suffering.
“Yes,” he rumbles, slowly sliding back up my body. Silky ski
n dragging across my skin. “But it’s worth it.”
His hairy leg slides against my leg and it finally dawns on me that he removed his pants.
Up until this point, I’ve felt nothing but desire and excitement. But now that we’re both completely naked there’s a tingle of apprehension in the back of my head.
Does he know I’ve never done this before? I don’t even know how to broach the subject.
“Christy,” he says, sounding agonized, and then he’s kissing me hungrily.
He fits himself between my thighs and reaches down between us. I feel something hard and velvety rub against my sex. Gliding through my folds and teasing my clit.
I gasp into his mouth, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.
He groans and deepens the kiss.
Something begins to build inside me, a warm pressure that tightens then expands. Just as I feel like I’m about to explode, he pulls away and tears his mouth from my lips.
“Are you on any birth control?” he rasps.
Still hanging on the edge of a cliff, all I can do is shiver and shake my head.
“Fuck,” he curses.
Leaning over me, he yanks open the drawer of his nightstand and fumbles around before coming back. Foil flashes in the light and then he’s tearing a condom open.
I watch with rapt fascination as he unrolls the condom down the length of his thick shaft.
“Don’t want to fuck up your chances of fighting,” he explains before lowering his weight back down, fitting himself between my thighs, and attacking my mouth again.
How can he even think of that right now? I wonder as he kisses me.
I feel the crown of his shaft gliding through my folds and then there’s a little pinch. I whimper, though the pain quickly passes.
He stills above me and his mouth goes slack.
Slowly he pulls away. I open my eyes to see him frowning down at me in confusion.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks.
My heart skips a beat before I nod my head and tell him, “Yes.”
“Christy,” he groans in agony and shakes his head. “Baby, you should have told me.”