Submission Moves: An MMA Romance (15 page)

She shrugged. “An orgasm isn’t the goal of every sexual encounter. In fact, without the pressure of bringing your lover to a climax, you get to value the other aspects of being intimate.” She’d said that so many times she had it memorized.

“Bull-fucking-shit,” he said, laughing in disbelief. “Tell me this, did they get off every time?”

She nodded.

“Well, that doesn’t seem fair now, does it? For someone who’s so into this equal rights crap, I can’t believe you stood for that.”

She said nothing. Put that way, it did sound kind of unfair. But it wasn’t like she had the power to fix it.

“So,” he said, eyes glinting as if suddenly realizing something important, “I’m the only guy who’s ever made you come? Ever?”

He sounded so smug and pleased with himself, but Rose excused it. He was justified, after all. And it was sort of turning her on, in a weird way. She nodded. “I don’t think it’s your skills, even. Although you’re very good,” she hastened to add. “But you have this thing…I don’t know what, but you take me out of my head. It’s like you turn my brain stupid and I forget to think. I just
feel
. It was the same four years ago.” She covered her face with her hands again. The man probably knew the effect he had on women. She bet he knew exactly how good a lover he was. There was no need to embarrass herself further with all this gushing adoration. “Shit, I shouldn’t have told you all that.”

He pulled her hands away and she saw him looking at her with a dazzling smile. And, oh man, Rose was quite literally dazzled. “I’m glad you did. It makes me feel, I dunno, like a freakin’ superhero.”

“Some superpower you have, making frigid girls climax,” she said wryly.

“You’re not frigid. That’s crazy. You’re so hot. You wouldn’t believe how many times I jerked off thinking about you.”

Rose laughed, shocked and a little mortified and also ridiculously pleased. She was glad she wasn’t the only one. She’d often let her thoughts stray to him when she was alone in her room at night. Even in bed with other men, where furtive fantasies of Niccolo Rossi had no business being, he’d popped up unbidden.

“Do you ever think about me when you get yourself off?”

“Every time. It’s the only way I could—” She gasped and clamped a hand to her mouth. A furious blush started to warm her face and chest. Now she had definitely said too much.

Nick just buried his face in her hair and laughed. “Let’s hope I live up to your fantasies then,” he said once his mirth died down. “Let me make it up to you, all those shitty lays you’ve been having.”

“I practically admitted you were the best I’ve ever had, Nick,” Rose said sharply, still smarting from her gaffe and not liking the implications of what he said. “Your ego can rest assured. No need to prove anything to me or to anyone.”

He paused as he was making his way back between her legs. “I’m not doing this for my ego, Rose. I’m doing this because I want to make you feel good.”

She tried to wiggle out of his hold. “No, it’s too soo—” She forgot the rest of what she had to say when Nick gave her a slow, long lick right down her center. She sighed and let him hook her legs over his shoulders.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. “I’ll take such good care of you.”

Something in his tone made it seem like he meant more than just sex. Rose’s throat tightened and she couldn’t talk. She nodded instead. As shameful as it was to admit, she wanted exactly that. She wanted Nick Rossi to spoil her, to make her feel good and take care of her in every way. And for tonight, she’d let him.

CHAPTER 15

Two more orgasms later, Rose felt as if her bones had gone liquid. She stretched out on the bed with a long sigh of utter satisfaction. Nick sat by her hip, watching her and looking mighty pleased with himself.

She gave him a guilty smile. “It can be all about you now.” The man had spent enough time catering to her. He’d asked nothing for himself. Rose believed in equality. It was his turn.

Nick looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “That was as much for me as it was for you. I love getting you off.”

His words warmed her. She reached for him and ran a tentative hand down his forearm. “But I want to do that for you, I want to…to please you.”
And blow your mind and make you wild and crazy like you do to me.

“You do, sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to kiss her as he squeezed her thigh.

“How do you want me, Nick? I’ll do anything you ask me to.” The words left her mouth before she could think about it, and it was too late to take it back. She never thought she was the sort of woman who would say such things to a man. It sounded so gushing, and a little pathetic. Terrifyingly enough, she meant it. She wanted to please him and spoil him, to submit to the demands of his body and be the best he’d ever had—if not for her skills, because surely he’d had more experienced lovers, then at least for her willingness. Holy shit, she was going to burn in feminist hell for her traitorous thoughts.

Nick eased off the bed with an athletic grace that belied his massive size. He started to strip, slow and sensual. Rose suspected he was putting on a show for her. It wasn’t cheesy or cringe-inducing as she would’ve expected. He moved with the confidence and fluidity only one fully in control of his body, and fully secure of his looks, could manage.  

“You like?” he asked with a quirked brow and an impish grin as he shrugged his shirt off.

Fuck, yes!
She didn’t answer, but she let him see how much she enjoyed this private performance. She licked her lips as she watched him and let her hands graze all over her body. Her breasts, her belly, then lower.
 

He was down to his black fitted boxers that barely stifled the impressive erection he was sporting. Rose gave a nervous laugh that came out as an unladylike snort when she first got a look at it. But when Nick started to ease his boxers down the corded muscles of his thighs, her mind went blissfully blank and quiet. Damn, but he was beautiful. And tonight, he was all hers.

He caught her hand just as she reached for him and climbed back onto the bed. He motioned for her to sit facing him. She complied, but not without a hint of trepidation. She just gave him carte blanche to use her body as he saw fit and she was prepared for the rough and explicit things she imagined men like him wanted most. But no, this was what he wanted, to sit face to face and look at each other’s eyes while they fucked?

She soon forgot about her unease, distracted by the broad expanse of his bare chest that she was now free to touch.
Wow, this was new
, she thought as she splayed her fingers on the soft sprinkling of hair. He didn’t have that four years ago.

“I get a little manscaping done before each fight,” he explained, as if reading her thoughts. “I don’t know how you can stand it. Waxing hurts like a motherfucker.”

Rose paused and peered up at him, baffled. “I imagine a punch on the face would hurt a lot worse than a Brazilian.”

“That’s different,” he said, running a hand up and down her spine. “I can defend against punches and I can hit back. I can’t exactly clobber the salon lady, can I? Not when she’s wielding hot wax with one hand and holding my nuts with the other.”

She bit back a laugh and continued stroking curious hands along his shoulders and arms. He reached over to the nightstand to fish out a condom from a box of Monster Condoms that was sitting there. The gesture triggered such an acute sense of déjà vu that Rose was momentarily transported to that long-ago night in Vegas. Nick wrapped his arms around her and drew her close. When he kissed her, she hurtled back into the present, back in his arms, with his soft, full lips covering hers and his tongue probing deliciously inside her mouth.

When they both moaned into the kiss, she felt his erection twitch against her belly, as if begging for attention. She pulled back, giggling. What the heck was wrong with her? She
didn’t
giggle.

Nick was smiling too, but when Rose’s hands closed around his hard, throbbing cock, his smile dissolved into a look of stark need. She gave him slow pulls that had him groaning and clutching her tighter.

She took the condom he left lying beside them, tore it open, and sheathed him. As she got his blunt crown in position, Nick moved his hand down the small of her back and yanked her closer until he was balls-deep inside her. Rose gasped. He felt so good, so much better than she remembered and even better than her fantasies.

“So tight,” Nick groaned. He cupped her ass and rocked her against his lap, maddeningly slow. Rose wrapped her legs around him and rolled her hips, urging him on. He refused to be hurried. Instead, he bent her back and took one breast in his mouth and sucked. His beard tickled her skin as his tongue lapped at her swollen nipple. Rose sighed in bliss, which soon turned into piqued frustration when his mouth moved to her other breast. She shoved her fingers into his hair and pulled, letting him feel her impatience at the pace he set. He didn’t notice or, more likely, he chose to ignore it. He kissed her neck and her collarbone. He was still so tender, so solicitous, so…loving.

Even as that thought alarmed her, Rose was powerless to stop a wave of tenderness and affection that was threatening to pour out. She was dangerously close to blurting out something earnest and completely stupid.
This is just sex, we’re just having sex,
she told herself over and over again. Why was her body responding in this profound way, as if what they were doing meant more than mutual physical pleasure?

She had to put a stop to this. She pushed herself off him with a force that surprised them both.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Nick asked, startled.

“Nothing,” she said, turning her back to him and getting on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and found him staring at her butt, transfixed. “Nothing’s wrong. I just want it another way.”

His broad shoulders shook as he laughed. “We were gonna get there eventually. You’re an impatient little thing, aren’t you?”

“Nick, please.”

He pushed himself up to kneel behind her, her legs between his. He angled his cock to her slick entrance and gave her an inch. Rose made a needy, impatient sound and pushed herself back against him. Nick’s hands circled her hips and held her back. He liked doggie style as much as the next guy. He
loved
it. But he thought they’d go slowly and more traditional first. Sweet and gentle, the way he imagined girls like Rose preferred it. And he wanted to savor the moment. He’d been fantasizing about this for so long, after all. It seemed like a shame to rush through it, although he’d been tempted to earlier. Fucking Rose from behind, nasty and awesome though it was, seemed a bit impersonal. And there was no way a man could be sweet or gentle, not in this position.

He wanted to do everything with this woman. But for now, whatever her reasons, he sensed she needed him in a rougher way. And Nick liked that he brought out this hot, rampant side of her. When he looked down at her perfect peach ass, he forgot about whatever regret he had that he couldn’t have her soft and vulnerable in his arms to start.

He gripped her hips harder and rammed himself right inside her, making her cry out. He couldn’t stop himself. His thrusts were forceful and urgent. It pitched her body forward and made a loud smacking noise with each impact. He wished they were doing it in front of a mirror. He wanted to see her face and watch her breasts jiggle from his pumping. Damn, he was crazy about her tits. And her ass. He brought his hand down on it, giving her a light slap. “I’m going to give it to you hard,” he said in between grunts before pounding into her with increased ferocity.

Rose moaned incoherently beneath him.

“Say my name,” Nick ordered.

“Lucky Charms,” she gasped.

His laugh made him lose his rhythm. “Not that, you brat,” he said, giving her ass a loud thwack with his open palm. He reached for her wrists and held them down on the small of her back. Rose’s face was pressed against the bed, muffling the sounds she made.

“I wanna hear you. Let me hear you,” he ordered.

She turned her head to the side. “Nick!” she cried, sounding wild and overwrought.

He laughed triumphantly. His straight-laced, ball-busting feminist liked being dominated in bed. And she was a screamer, this one.   

Her hips bucked and she cried out again when he reached around her waist to get at her clit. He rubbed the swollen nub in tight circles until he felt her pussy convulsing around his cock, milking it. Only then did he let himself lose control, hips hammering fast and frantic. He came with a strangled noise, holding on tightly to her.

He was wrong. No position could ever be impersonal with this woman. She was under his skin and in his head. She was everywhere. He always thought there was something inherently submissive about a woman on her hands and knees for a man while he took her from behind. That’s what made it so hot, right? But it was him who was left feeling oddly humbled. Grateful, even. He pressed a hot kiss between Rose’s shoulder blades and let out a long sigh of satisfaction before pulling out to dispose of the condom. Rose collapsed on her back on the bed, sated and boneless. He stretched out next to her when he returned.