Submission Moves: An MMA Romance (5 page)

“You seem on edge,” Nick said softly behind her, laying warm hands on her shoulders.

“A little bit.” It seemed unsophisticated of her to admit it, but there was no point in lying. The wild staccato of her heart gave her away.

“Don’t be. You can trust me.” He turned her around slowly, but Rose could sense his excitement from the bite of his fingers on her flesh and the dark and dirty expectation written on his face.

Despite her apprehension, she felt it too. Every nerve ending from the top of her head to the tips of her toes felt like it was on fire. The growing knot in her belly kept her restless and squirmy. And she was so, so wet it was embarrassing.
 

Hands slid up the sides of her neck to cradle her face. He tilted her head up but did no more than study her. His dark, heavy-lidded gaze roamed her face and her eyes did the same to his.  God, he was devastatingly gorgeous. Rose’s lips parted on their own volition.
Kiss me already,
her beseeching eyes told him. And he did, slow, shallow, and electrifying.

The second their lips met, Rose felt like her legs would give out and she was going to melt into a puddle right at Nick’s feet. When she leaned into him to wrap her arms around his neck, it was as much to keep herself upright as it was to beg for more of what he was giving.

His hands shifted lower to her ribcage, big thumbs right below her breasts. He gripped her there as he deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue with his. That was exactly how Rose wanted to be kissed, although she’d never known it until that moment. A kiss full of mastery and possession. A kiss that held filthy promises and spoke volumes of a man’s desire. And she’d never felt more desired than she did at that moment.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, but it had to be mere minutes. Nick was both tender and commanding while Rose turned increasingly desperate, clutching and grabbing at him wherever she could, nails digging into his skin. She moaned into the kiss, a small sound of need and surrender that seemed to have snuffed out whatever slow seduction he had planned. His mouth turned aggressive, his hands rough.

When he grabbed her butt to grind his hips against her, Rose was ready, more than ready, to take whatever leftover adrenaline he needed expending. She slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt and clawed at the hard muscles of his back.
I’m ready
, she told him with her mouth and body.
Take me.

He broke the kiss to pull his shirt off and let it fall on the floor. They both paused, catching their breaths.

She’d never been with a jock before and she saw now what she’d been missing out on. Her ex-boyfriend was into show jumping, but that didn’t do a thing for a man’s biceps. This was exactly how a man was meant to look and feel like, she thought, running her hands greedily over Nick’s arms and pecs. And she finally got to look at that tattoo. “It’s the Trinacria,” she said, surprised she recognized it. It was a stylized version of the triskelion, a symbol of Sicily, an homage, she guessed, to his Sicilian roots.

Nick looked at her with narrowed eyes, a smile curling on his lips. “Shit, you’re so smart.”

She’d been told that all her life, but never had the compliment made her feel sexy. She bit back a smile and carried on exploring the planes and ridges of his back and torso. Her touch became almost reverential as she traced the V that tapered into his jeans.

“I’m objectifying you,” she said shyly when she caught him watching her with barely concealed amusement. “I’m sorry. It’s just…your body. It’s unbelievable.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “I’m just gonna have to get even now, aren’t I?” He reached for the hem of her dress and yanked it over her head in one forceful motion. And just like that, she was standing in front of him in her Spanx and four-inch heels.

“Fuck,” he said, voice hoarse with lust and excitement. His eyes roamed all over her body, stopping at the tops of her breasts, plumped and pushed together by the magic of underwire. She was too mesmerized by that hungry look in his eyes to feel any shyness at being nearly naked with an unfamiliar man. With the lights on, no less. His parted lips broke into a smile and then he let loose a laugh that was so utterly male and triumphant. “That body belongs in the pages of a dirty magazine.”

For as long as she lived, she would not forget that compliment. It was cheesy and actually rather offensive, but the way he looked at her when he said it reminded her of how he looked in the cage as his hand was raised in victory. Happy and proud, like he’d just won a prize. And when he looked at her like that, Rose
felt
like a prize.  

She longed to make this as good for him as it already was for her. Swiftly, before she could second guess herself and chicken out, she dropped to her knees.
 

Nick clearly was not expecting that, but he didn’t try to stop her. He was already hard, his erection pushing against the fly of his jeans, Rose was at once pleased and scared to note. He watched wordlessly as her clumsy, shaking hands fumbled with his belt.

When she finally lowered his jeans, she pressed her face against the hard proof of his arousal and nuzzled him through the soft cotton of his boxers. Nick swore softly and his breathing turned ragged. He tugged his waistband down and his erection sprang free.

Rose stared, just stared at him, marvelling at his size, liking what she saw.

“Kiss me,” he ordered, breaking through her trance.

She touched her tongue tentatively to his tip while looking at him from beneath her lashes. His cock twitched at the contact and Nick hissed a breath. She did it again before gingerly taking his head between her lips.

“This isn’t your first time, is it?”

Rose froze, mortified that he could tell. Blow jobs were pretty simple, right? Take as much as you can in your mouth and suck. What else was there to it? She’d been categorically unwilling to go down on any of the guys she’d dated before and now she was regretting it. Perhaps she would’ve done well to have gotten some training. She pulled back. “First time at what? Sex? Giving head? No…yes.”

He said nothing, and for a second Rose thought he was going to make her stop. Instead, he took both her hands that were clutching his hips and wrapped them around his thick root. He fisted her hair, twisting it around his knuckles. “Suck me.”

She took him in her mouth again. He used his hands to steer, gentle at first but growing firmer with every bob of her head, urging her to take him deeper.

“That’s it, that’s it,” he whispered, pumping his hips. “You feel so good.”

The compliment delighted her and she sucked him harder, took him deeper and faster. She revelled in his taste and smell and size. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted him just as badly as she wanted to please him.

“Suck that cock, baby,” he groaned, one hand on the back of her head now, nearly forcing her movements.

For long minutes, Rose pleasured him, answering the dictates of his bossy hands, insistent hips, and the hot and dirty commands and affirmations that poured from his mouth in a steady stream. She barrelled through the physical discomfort of the act, wanting it to be good for him, to be the best he’d ever had.

“Stop,” he gasped, suddenly pulling away. Before Rose could protest, she was hauled up to her feet and pushed onto the nearest bed with a soft bounce. He soon followed, landing half on top of her. He kissed her with hard, hungry kisses, moving from her mouth down the column of her neck then to her collarbone before zeroing in on his target.

He buried his face in her cleavage, breathing in her scent, before yanking down the cups that confined her breasts. “Poor girls,” he said, laving them with his mouth and tongue and kneading them with his hands. Through her haze of arousal, Rose managed a laugh.

He alternated between firm squeezes and gentle cupping, as if he was weighing them in his hands. When calloused fingertips brushed her pert nipples, she moaned openly. When he bent his head down to nibble and take as much of her as he could in his mouth, she thought she might orgasm right then and there. She’d never felt anything close to that before. This man owned her body and worked her sweet spots as if he’d memorized a manual.

Experience
, Rose thought. That was what made him so good. With her ex-boyfriend, they’d been each other’s first. The only sex she’d ever known before this was awkward and clumsy and, on her part, indifferent. In contrast, Nick had probably made love with dozens of women.

Had sex, not made love
, Rose corrected herself. That was what they were doing, having sex. Hot, dirty sex. Nothing more. It would be stupid to get the two mixed up.
 

“How do you get this off?” he demanded, running his hands over her body above the slip, looking for a zipper or anything that might unfasten it. He tugged at it and tried to roll it down, giving up when it wouldn’t budge. He tried rolling it up and grunted his frustration when that didn’t work, either. She helped him peel it off her, but all that struggling and delay obliterated the last vestiges of his self-control. He looked as incensed at the garment as Rose imagined he would be in the cage during a fight. As soon as he got it off her with one final pull, he grabbed at her flimsy lace thong next, ripping it right down the middle. Rose shrieked.
That was so freaking hot.

Nick kicked off the rest of his clothes angrily and then reached for a box of condoms sitting in plain view on the nightstand. He tore off the wrapper with his teeth and sheathed himself while moving in between her legs. Grabbing her roughly by the back of her knees, he angled his cock at her entrance. With a low groan, he rammed himself straight inside her.

Rose gasped. He was big and thick and she felt stretched open in the most glorious way. She loved it.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he said as he started pumping wildly. His labored grunts and the loud slapping noises his body made as it connected with hers filled the air.

Rose was momentarily stunned at the change in him. Gone was the shameless flirt by the pool and in the bar. Who was this ferocious, powerful creature fucking her like mad and taking pleasure from her body like he owned her? His searing gaze jumped from her face to her breasts then back again as he fucked her harder still. The headboard thumped into the wall and she inched up the bed with every thrust. She was thrilled and so crazy about this side of him, but also a little scared of the complete and utter control he had over her body, which made it a thousand times hotter.

Leaning back on his haunches, he slowed the tempo and eased the pressure by a fraction. He slipped a hand between them to rub at her clit with the pad of his thumb.

Rose let out a soft cry in between gasps.

He stroked her, using just the right amount of pressure and drawing from her own wetness that was seeping out from where their bodies joined to ease the friction.

She moaned, digging her nails into his forearm with one hand and fisting the sheets in another. He kept at it for a long while, his hand taking cues from the sounds she made and his hips thrusting into her in an even rhythm. A slow, scintillating warmth and tingling started to spread in her limbs. “Oh, I think I’m coming. You’re gonna make me come!”

“Say my name when you do,” he ordered.

Rose’s body bowed and she screwed her eyes shut, letting out a loud, helpless whimper as all the blood rushed to her core. She could hear and feel the frantic beating of her own heart as her body chased its peak.
Please, oh please, oh please…
 

With one final brush of his finger, he brought her there. “Nick, Nick…” she chanted, voice dropping to a whisper as the sensations slowly ebbed and she drifted back into awareness.

Tension drained from her muscles and she fell limply back onto the bed. Nick reverted to his earlier punishing pace on her soft, yielding body. “Sweetheart, you feel so good, so tight,” he said, gritting his teeth. He pumped a dozen hard final thrusts before pulling out completely and stripping off the condom. With a moan, he fisted his cock and came in four long spurts on her breasts and belly.

Rose stared, mystified at the mess he made on her body. Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his. She saw uncertainty there that she’d never seen before. They looked at each other warily, two strangers waiting on the other to know where they stood. He was flushed and his chest rose and fell in a labored rhythm. Then he licked his lips. A muscle in Rose’s thigh twitched involuntarily. Damn, the sight of that pink tongue drove her wild, made her want to be wild. 

She took two fingers, touched the hot cum on her breast, and swirled it around her nipple.
 

Nick’s face broke into a smile of lust and absolute relief. “I wasn’t sure you’d like that,” he said. “I got a little carried away.”

“I wasn’t sure I’d like it either,” Rose admitted. But she liked how Nick watched as she touched herself. She
loved
it. Maybe if she tried something… She slipped her fingers in her mouth and sucked, tasting him.