Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (14 page)

“We’d keep doing them, I hope,” I replied. “But I’d feel less awkward about all the times I accidentally brush against your breasts during the maneuvers.”

Nora almost spit out the piece of chicken that had taken so much effort to get into her mouth. “I thought you were doing that on purpose at one point.”  

“Maybe I was.”  

“Not just the breasts either. Considering this is our first date—if that’s what it is—you’ve already spent a lot of time with your hand between my legs. And I don’t mean the time we… you know…”

“I’m just trying to teach you a throw technique,” I insisted. “It’s nothing sexual. Honest.”

“So you teach that to all your students?”

“Just the ones I go on dates with.”  

We went back to eating in silence, but there was no awkwardness anymore. This was a date, and it seemed pointless to fight it now. When you end up on a date with someone without even trying, that’s perhaps a message that it’s meant to be.

I walked her home, but didn’t try to get invited up. She’d already mentioned the three date rule, and I wasn’t slow to pick up on hints. Nora wouldn’t be putting out on the first date.

“You want to come upstairs?” Nora asked.

“For chips and salsa?”

“No. For sex.”  

When was the last time I’d invited a man up to my apartment for sex? 

I’d usually start sleeping with boyfriends after a few dates, and even then the sex had just sort of happened. I’d never done the whole “do you want to come up for coffee” thing, “or Netflix and chill” as all my friends insisted on calling it.

None of those men had been anything like Riker.

Sure, we’d done it in the staff room at the bar, but that had been in the heat of the moment. This was a calculated, deliberate decision, and not one I usually made.

I slept with nice, polite gentleman, not people covered in muscle and tattoos. I didn’t feel intimidated by men like Riker—Mom had exposed me to many men with rough edges over the years—but I’d never been attracted to any of them.

I’d been expecting him to try and come up, but he never said anything. The disappointment crushed me, until I remembered that, fuck it, it’s the twenty-first century and I could ask him up if I want to.

Riker didn’t pounce on me as soon as we stepped inside my apartment. Instead, he stared at me for a few seconds, examining me from head to toe and back up again. 

I’d been brave enough to invite him up here, but I wasn’t brave enough to take the next step. He’d have to take some of the initiative.

My heart fluttered as I waited for Riker to do something. Anything. I didn’t trust myself to speak. I’d managed to portray myself as a vaguely confident woman so far tonight. If I spoke now, the shakiness of my voice would make me sound like a timid virgin. That wasn’t me, and I had no intention of acting that way tonight.

Then he moved. Riker pushed me up against the wall, pressing his hands against it for support as he stared into my eyes with just an inch separating our faces. Our bodies touched, mine feeling petite and insignificant compared to his.

I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him as my heart now danced wildly inside my chest. Each breath sent my breasts up and out, enlarging the appearance of my modest assets, pushed up by a supportive bra.

Okay, it was a push up bra. ‘Supportive’ sounded less needy.

I admired the power in his two strong arms. He always held back during training, but now I could see just how strong he was. His muscles strained to break through the tight t-shirt, and veins pulsed down each arm as blood rushed around his body. Hopefully it was all heading to one place.

Riker’s lips slammed against mine. All his patience disappeared in an instant, as he let the frustration that had built up over the last few weeks come out in a flurry of passion. I collapsed back against the wall, unable to support myself with my weak knees as his tongue moved between my lips and gently caressed mine.

Riker’s hands moved down and grabbed hold of my ass cheeks, as he lifted me into the air and shoved me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pressed his hardness between my legs. 

My sex ached for him. Just the sensation of his cock against me was enough to have me clawing at him in desperation and ecstasy. I couldn’t decide whether to pull his shirt over his head, or just rip it into pieces.

Riker used his legs to support my weight as he yanked my top off. My bra quickly followed although I barely noticed him remove it. Suddenly my firm breasts were exposed; the hard nipples pointing directly at him as if they knew the cause of their excitement.

I tried to pull Riker’s top off, but I couldn’t manage it in my position still wrapped around his waist.

“Bedroom,” Riker grunted.

I pointed towards the door on the right and Riker carried me over. I turned on the light as we walked through before Riker threw me down on the bed. He leaned forward ready to crawl on top of me, but I placed a hand against his firm chest and pushed him back. Or at least I tried to. I couldn’t have done much against his strength, but he stopped voluntarily. 

“Get rid of that,” I said, pointing at his t-shirt. 

I didn’t see why I should be the only one to go shirtless.

Riker peeled off his shirt to reveal the full glory of his upper body to me for the first time. It wasn’t as heavily tattooed as his arms. A dragon stretched across his chest, with the tail going down one side of his abs, and flames from the dragon going down the other side.

The middle of his torso was plain, and it was all the more glorious for that. From what I’d seen at the gym, Riker didn’t put a lot of effort into working out his abs, but he didn’t need to. He had so little body fat on him, that a six pack was clearly visible as he stood by the side of my bed.

He stripped off his pants while I admired his physique, and then climbed onto the bed, going straight between my legs.

Riker got right to the point in training, and he did the same in bed. His fingers immediately went under the waistband of my thin yoga pants and panties, as he pulled them quickly down my legs and exposed my complete nakedness to him for the first time. 

A small part of me wanted to fight this. It didn’t look right. My tiny, frail frame, under the hulking mass of a tattooed street fighter, covered in muscle, with arms thicker than my thighs. It was like being a virgin again. Excited, but scared, and uncertain about how everything would play out.

My legs tried to shut, but he put his frame between them as he stared down at my exposed pale skin before him. I did the same to him. He still had his boxers on, but his hard cock was impossible to miss as it strained at the cotton, eager to be set free. 

My mind flashed back to the last time he’d been inside me. I’d not been able to recreate that feeling alone. I needed this. I needed him. I needed it.

We made eye contact one more time before Riker’s head darted down between my legs. His hands took a firm hold of my thighs, fingers digging into my flesh, as his tongue penetrated my slick folds. 

I might have been nervous and anxious, but that hadn’t stopped me form getting shockingly wet just from looking at him. Now his tongue was inside me, exploring my tunnel, before coming out and sliding up my lips to the pulsating bud at the top.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the minute I first saw you,” Riker said, as his lips broke away from my dripping wet pussy. “I knew you’d taste sweet and delicious.” 

I opened my mouth to reply, but his lips went back to my entrance, and the only sound that escaped my mouth was a gasp. We’d been playing around for the last few weeks, but it had all been leading up to this. It was worth the wait.

Riker held my legs down hard as they tried to thrash wildly under the expert touch of his tongue on my pussy. 

When he started sucking gently on my clit, I gave up even attempting to control any part of my body. He had me at his complete mercy.

And then he stopped.

I looked up at him incredulously. I’d been so close. So, so close.

“I like it when you come on my cock,” he explained. 

I nodded. I could cope with that. “Bottom drawer,” I said, motioning to a chest of drawers by the bed where I kept the condoms. I’d learned long ago never to rely on a man for… well, anything really. 

I watched Riker grab a condom and quickly cover his cock in the thin, lubricated silicone that just about stretched over his length. I wasn’t just wet between my legs anymore; I practically drooled in anticipation. 

He lowered himself between my legs as I wrapped my arms around him. His skin was surprisingly smooth. I don’t know what I’d expected, but there was something about all the tattoos and muscle that made me think he’d be rough all over.

The tip of his shaft slipped up and down my slit, opening my lips so that I was ready to take him. Or, as ready as I’d ever be to take something of that size. The bottom drawer didn’t just contain condoms, but the toys in there wouldn’t be able to intimidate Riker.

Finally, he claimed me. He pushed forward and completely filled me. It had been a long time since I’d had a cock inside me, so my memory was hazy, but even so, I was sure it had never felt like this. 

It had never felt so immediately fulfilling before. Even if he didn’t move, and just kept his cock buried deep inside me, I knew I’d come hard after just a few minutes from the feeling being this full. This satisfied.

Riker had me pinned down, unable to move as he buried himself deep inside me. This felt too good to be true. I’d wanted this since that night in the bar. Dreams were dreams for a reason; they weren’t supposed to actually happen. 

Riker raised himself to his knees and lifted my ass into the air as he continued to pound the slick wetness between my thighs. His cock now pressed firmly against the roof of my tunnel with each thrust, as I stared at his arms, the muscles flexing as he held my hips in the air.

He effortlessly pounded away at me with brutal aggression, as my head sank further back into the pillow. 

The first throes of ecstasy began in my thighs as they started to shake, even while supported by Riker’s strong grip. I sweated heavily, drips rolling down my sides and up the crevice between my breasts. I begged him to keep going, to fuck me harder, even though that might not have been possible.

He was so huge. Even when he pulled most of the way out, he still filled me more than most other men. 

The fire burned in my core. I tried to draw out the pleasure as long as I could, but it had been so long. I couldn’t hold it back. The fire spread and began to consume me.

“Come for me, Nora,” Riker commanded. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

The mental image of his cock slick with my juices turned the fire into an explosion. I groaned and clamped my legs around him, while my pussy clenched around his thick shaft. His cock pulsed inside me, but he didn’t release.

He let go of my legs, but made sure to stay inside me, as I collapsed down onto the bed in a sweaty, breathless heap. 

“You look so beautiful when you come,” he murmured, as his hands squeezed my breasts firmly. 

“I look like a hot mess,” I replied with a satisfied smile.

Riker growled before lowering his lips to my nipples and biting gently. His teeth on my skin earned a gasp, as he kept thrusting inside me, each time somehow managing to go deeper than the last. 

I encouraged him with my hips, needing to feel his own finish as much as I’d needed my own. My wetness made it harder for him to stay inside me, but Riker kept thrusting and eventually I saw his release coming from the intense stare in his eyes.

Riker grunted and buried himself deep into my sex, before he stiffened up and ejected heavy spurts of his hot pleasure inside the condom. 

His finish lasted for at least four heavy spurts, and I began to wonder whether the condom had any room left inside it. What I wouldn’t give to have that filling me right now. I wanted to feel the sticky liquid dribble down the insides of my thighs as a reminder of his passion. 

Riker collapsed down besides me and threw the condom in the trash. 

“I needed that,” I gasped. “God, I needed that.”