“Ok, well you can get out of my apartment since none of that is happening. And you’re going to replace my vibrator!” I reached down to grab my pants when his hands gripped mine. He was about to get punched. With speed like lightning he shifted and I was on my back again with my arms pinned above my head.
“Arson, what the hell?” I started to move but his lips were on mine again. It was becoming a habit of his to silence me. I fought him at first because I thought he was crazy and I was frustrated, but the more his mouth moved against mine, the harder I found it to keep up the fight.
One of his hands kept its grip on my wrists and the other moved down my body. Once his rough hands palmed my breast I was done for. My mouth opened for him and he greedily devoured my mouth. His hand on my breast started kneading and when he pinched my nipple roughly, I cried out into his mouth.
My hips lifted and started moving in sync with his kneading hand. Slower that I would have wanted, his hand started moving lower and my breathing stopped at the first touch of his hand on my hot sex.
“Soaked.” He groaned. I nodded against his lips. I knew that, and I needed the ache gone. My hips moved toward his hand, knowing they could ease the pain. I had severe lady blue balls.
Slow Arson was gone, and the raw fighter emerged again. I cried out when his finger entered me in one quick thrust. He didn’t stop or slow his pace. He finger fucked me, his thumb rubbing against my clit, pushing me over the edge in seconds.
My body tensed, I bit his lip, and my head flew back in the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. He kept going, kissing and sucking on my neck as I rode out the endless waves of my release. My body relaxed and became fluid-like. He slowed down and pulled his fingers out. Even in my sated state I could feel my body warming again as I watched him place the finger that had been inside me in between his lips, sucking it clean. It was wild and erotic.
“Heaven.” His eyes were staring down at me. This man was like no other. I had no chance of going back now. The damn had been broken, shattered to pieces. Our fate was sealed. I might not have been ready to admit there was something bigger than orgasms, but I was willing to see.
His other hand released mine and he sat up, then walked to the bathroom, returning with a warm wash cloth. He cleaned me up and went back into the bathroom. I grabbed my sweatpants and put them back on before he entered the bedroom again.
He was in the process of taking off his shirt when he emerged, and I was stunned watching him undress before me. He was cut and all muscle, not overly huge, the body of a fighter. That body could do damage all around. He started undoing his pants, and my eyebrows pinched together in confusion. I thought he had said there would be no sex.
“No sex and I’m sleeping over.” He pushed his shoes and pants off, then crawled into bed next to me. I wasn’t sure what to think when he pulled my body against his, but it felt too good when he held me softly. He kissed my head and I found myself snuggling in. Maybe being with Arson Kade wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe those rumors were just rumors and he was really the guy he thought I deserved. With a new resolve in my mind, I fell asleep letting him hold me close, ready to see where this went.
Warm hands moving across my breasts slowly woke me from my slumber. A stiff cock poked me between my legs and I arched back into it with my eyes closed. This time I knew it wasn’t a dream; it was the real deal.
“I’m surprised you stayed,” I admitted to him. I had sort of been expecting him to bolt.
“I’m never leaving.” He kissed my neck and I opened for him. I felt his smile against my skin, little tingles of happiness fluttering in my stomach. I decided to take the bull by the horns so to speak. I needed to know more about him.
“Tell me about you.” I turned and faced him. He kept his arms around me, his thumb rubbing my lower back softly. His face was relaxed, no hardness or locked jaw now.
“What do you wanna know?” I did a little dance in my head. He was willing to be open with me. I thought of all the things I wanted to know—which was everything—but decided I’d start with simple questions first.
“How old were you when you started fighting?” Simple. I was excited to hear about him. I was beginning to see he was different than what I’d heard.
“I was six when I first started fighting. I was a wild kid and needed an outlet. I didn’t get into any organized martial arts until I was ten.” His answer led me to more questions, but I had a feeling they would be deep and I wanted to stay more on the lighter side that morning.
“What type of music do you like?”
“I’m eclectic. I like everything.” Hmm. I had to admit that wasn’t what I’d been expecting to come from him. I pictured him as a rock guy.
“Really? Even classical? Country? Techno?” A small chuckle escaped him and the sound was something to hear. All of the sounds that came out of his mouth made my body hyperaware of his.
“Yes, all of those. I get in some of my best workouts to classical.” I launched into more questions which he answered quickly. Some surprised me, like his favorite food being a grilled cheese sandwich. He liked to watch football and his favorite movie was The Boondock Saints.
All in all, Arson seemed like a regular guy. I was going to see if I could find out deeper things about him, but then the alarm started ringing. I rolled over and turned it off. Time to start the day. I guessed I hadn’t realized we had woken up way before the alarm. I wasn’t even tired.
I sat up and looked down at the half-naked man in my bed. He was gorgeous. His clean-shaven face had a little bit of a five o’clock shadow going on. His black hair was all over the place from sleep. His lips looked soft and were begging to be kissed. Sticking with my resolve, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his softly. He didn’t try to heat things up and neither did I. We just enjoyed the simple kiss in itself. When I pulled back, I saw his face looked calm, almost happy.
“What are you thinking?” I spoke my thoughts. His hand reached out and ran along the side of my face, pushing some of my hair behind my ear.
“It’s just like how I knew it would be like.” He smiled and I was a little confused.
“What?” I tried for more. He just shook his head and got up out of bed. He stretched his arms over his head and my mouth fell open. There were just no real words to describe his body. It was beyond amazing.
An unexpected moan came from my lips at the sight of his hard cock. God it was so big, and it was pushing against his boxers. I swore I could see the little pink head poking out from the elastic band.
“My eyes are up here Princess,” he teased and I decided to own that I’d gotten caught staring at his monster dick.
“Yeah, but it’s just begging for me to look at it, to lick it,” I purred. He tsked me with his finger.
“Naughty princess.” He walked over to me and gave me a quick kiss before heading into the bathroom. When he came out, his hair looked more in place and he started putting his clothes back on.
“I’ve got to go get ready, but I will see you at the gym in a few. We are going to practice your ground work today.”
“You don’t have to train with me you know. I’ve already decided to see whatever this is out. You don’t have to chase me anymore.” I was trying to give him an out. He was the top male fighter right now. He could probably be training with people more matched to his skill level.
I was close, not that I would ever fight a male in a real match because I didn’t believe in that, but I knew he could beast me right now. He walked over to me and got down on his knees in front of me.
“If I didn’t want to train with you, I wouldn’t. I want to be the one that pushes you to be better, stronger. I want to be the one that holds you up when you feel you like you can’t handle it anymore. You are strong and a survivor. I want to be part of your passion. Fighting is your passion.” Wow. Arson Kade was one complex man. He was hard and sweet at the same time.
I nodded and he got back up, holding his hands out for me. I put mine in his and he
pulled me up so that my feet were no longer touching the ground with his arms holding me up against him.
“You’ve got a warrior’s spirit, Princess.” He kissed me harder this time and I relished in it. He slowly eased our kiss and slid me down his body until my feet touched.
“I’ll see you soon. Better eat your Wheaties.” He headed toward the door, giving me one last look over before leaving the apartment.
I shook my head and went to the bathroom to start getting ready.
Chapter Eight
No, Princess. I’m not a softy
Once I had my hair braided and my sports top and shorts on, I sat down and ate some eggs with feta cheese. I did need my protein for training. As I ate I thought about the last twenty-four hours of my life. I had a new sparring partner, one that had massive skills and could be very beneficial for me.
I needed to take advantage of that; he was offering me a golden ticket. I needed to learn everything I could from him; he was the best around. He also wasn’t the manwhore I had envisioned, at least not so far. Granted, I had only known him for two days, really, though he was acting as if we had been dating for years. He didn’t apologize for anything; I had a feeling he never did. When he wanted something, he went for it.
He was a fighter; it was in our blood. I had the same drive in me, and I longed for a man much like he described, but I also longed to be the best. To prove that you could bounce back from injury and be on top.
I’d had many sponsors before my last match, but when I’d gotten injured they had dropped so quick I almost had whiplash from it. Everyone had given up on me, but I’d worked my ass off and never let it get me down. I was a fighter. I had decided to explore this thing with Arson and I was sticking to that decision.
Did I believe he was after forever with me? No, but I still wanted to find out for sure. Who knew? Maybe he would be it for me and we would grow old together. He would be a good-looking old man, much like Coach.
Hell, he could be exactly like Coach in his older years, training young bucks to be like him in his prime. I laughed thinking about the circle of life as I cleaned my plate and went to put some clean clothes in my bag. Once everything was set, I grabbed the bag and set out for the gym.
That morning there weren’t as many people there yet when I walked in, so I went and said hi to Coach then got started warming up my muscles. I ran on the treadmill and did some calisthenics. Today would be more of muscular workouts than sparring like the day before. I took a short break to stretch afterward when I heard the voice of my new obsession.
“Good form Princess. You do yoga?” Arson sat down on the mat next to me and start stretching as well.
“Yep. Everyday.” I reached and grabbed the tops of my toes, feeling the deep stretching in my hamstrings. I looked over and noticed he was very flexible as well.
“Do you?” I was curious. Some fighters did because they understood the benefits, but some of the guys couldn’t get over their own manly pride to go to ‘women stuff’.
“I do, only about once a week. I should do it more. Do you go somewhere or just do it at home?” He stretched into downward dog and then moved flawlessly into up dog. His question was momentarily forgotten as I watched his body move and his muscles flex to hold his weight. He coughed and I answered his question quickly.
“I mostly do it at home, but there is a studio nearby that I like to go to sometimes. I like their aerial yoga class. It’s hard, but fun.” I made a mental note to get into the class that week.
“I’ve been to one. I’m not that flexible.” He chuckled and continued to stretch. I admired his strength; he was really strong. My mind turned toward the gutter and I thought about all the fun positions we would get into with us both being yogis.
“Divert your thoughts Princess.” I looked at his face to see him smirking at me. Crap. Why must he be so hot? I swore he breathed sex. A girl just couldn’t help but think dirty thoughts when she was around him.
I went back to stretching and started massaging the scars around my right leg. I had a long one, about six inches, along the inside on my lower leg along the bone. I’d had to get a few pins and a small rod put in to help it heal, but thankfully those were gone now. I started to do cross-fiber friction when Arson’s hands covered mine. I looked up, wondering what the hell he was doing.
“May I?” He looked down toward my leg. I nodded; I didn’t care who touched it. He moved my hands over gently and started massaging the scar along my bone and the one by my knee from the torn meniscus. Tasha had really done a number on me.
His fingers smoothed over the skin, his eyes glued to my scars, and I felt slightly uncomfortable with him doting on them so much. They weren’t pretty. I tried to pull back but he wouldn’t let me. His eyes flew to mine and I tried not to show any emotion. He took in my blank expression and did something unexpected. He leaned down, pressed his lips to my scar, and kept going all the way up to my knee.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, and I shook from the feelings. I wasn’t used to feeling this way, being cherished.
He pulled back and finished rubbing my leg down before we got up and started some weights. I didn’t do heavy weights but it was enough for me. Arson spotted me and I watched him as he lifted some of the heavier ones. I moved onto jumping rope and he went to the bag.
I swore watching him hit that bag was like watching porn. He was so passionate about every single move he made. He was faster than lightning, every movement precise. He wasn’t angry or out to get the bag. He almost treated the punching bag like an actual adversary, one that thought and moved. He was constantly making calculations in his head about where to go next.
My nether regions were tingling and wishing to feel that type of raw power released on them again. The night before with just his fingers I had seen stars. I missed my rope and almost tripped thinking about the rest of him being unleashed on me.
I finished jumping and had to go to the bathroom. After I finished washing my hands I bumped right into a hard wall of a body. I was taken back and looked up into the green eyes that were becoming all too familiar.
“Arson, what the hell?” Did he just stand in doorways of girls bathrooms hoping they would run into him? Instead of answering he leaned in, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed me. It started off sweet, just an I missed you type of kiss, then deepened to an all-consuming nothing else in the world exists but this kiss. I threw my arms around him and pulled him closer.
My leg lifted up along the side of his, trying to get our hips closer. He growled and gripped my leg, pulling me closer while pushing his cock against me. I gripped his shoulder with my hands, lifted myself, and wrapped my legs around him. His other hand held me by my ass and pressed me against the door of the bathroom, opening it and walking us inside. My back hit the wall with force and my pussy throbbed. I cried out from the pressure of his cock and the roughness of this kiss.
“Fuck, I want to push myself into your sweet heat, fuck you so hard against the wall.” My nails scratched his back. God, I wanted that. I nodded against his lips, not even able to open my mouth and make the words come out.
“Not yet.” I wanted to scream when I thought about his whole you’re not ready yet thing. His fingers moved toward my sex and pushed my shorts and thong aside, diving right into my soaked sex. I bit into his lip hard, unable to control myself. He added another finger and then fucked me with them until I was screaming into his mouth with pleasure.
“Come for me Princess.” My body splintered and came undone at his command. As soon as I came down from the heavens I jumped down from his arms and my hands flew to his shorts. I wanted more of him, and if he wouldn’t have sex with me yet, then I would still touch him in other ways. Just as my fingers grazed over his hard as steel manhood, he pulled back and my hand was left in the air.
“Tonight you can touch me Princess. I needed to take care of you just now, to take the edge off. We have work to do as soon as we walk through that d
oor.” He grabbed the hand that was still in the air, waiting for his dick to jump into it, and pulled me close. He leaned down and kissed me, but it was over just as soon as it started. He gave me a devilish wink, washed his hands, and left without another word.
I took a few minutes to compose myself and clean up. Once I felt like I hadn’t just gotten rocked by an amazing orgasm, I went out to join Arson and whoever may have come in by then.
Coach had me do more workouts and a small sparring session with Arson. I practiced my flying armbar, which I did flawlessly. Arson helped me concentrate on striking and encouraged me when he felt I needed it. I appreciated that. He was never rough, but still challenged me. I found myself wanting to do better and find ways to take him down. He didn’t take it easy on me either. I had to work to get out of his guards and calculate what he was going to do next.
“Good work, go cool off. I’m gonna work on next week’s new regimen. We have to change it up on you girl,” Coach yelled and walked over to other men that were running on the treadmill.
I fell onto my back with a thud and lay there staring at the scaffolding. I would definitely be needing a soak in an epsom salt bath that night. I felt tired, and wanted a nice smoothie.
“Here, let me stretch you.” Arson moved over and gripped around my ankle. I didn’t care what he did. I felt like a noodle. He proceeded to stretch me like a pro; I was in awe of his skills. He told me he had learned Thai massage, which was all sequence of stretching and palm presses. It sounded amazing, and so far the stretching was awesome. It was like he was doing yoga for me.
“I would do that for you but you’ve rendered me useless. I don’t even think I can go take a shower.” I sighed and continued to lie there. I heard his chuckle and looked his way.
“I don’t think you’re that bad. You can move.”I shook my head like a child.
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