by Jessie Cooke
“Thanks.” He smiled. Damn, he’s hot. He was huge…like all the other fighters, but even with scruff on his face, he had this childlike quality. His blue eyes danced when he smiled, like in spite of what he did and where he lived…he still believed in something. I wasn’t usually so philosophical, but the things that have been going on in my life lately have made way for deeper thoughts.
He got on the bike and I climbed on behind him. I slipped my hands around his waist and rested them against the hard abs underneath his t-shirt. I felt the tingle that started in the pit of my belly, and settled itself between my thighs. What the hell was I doing? Lance is his roommate and he just recently broke my heart. I mean…I wasn’t in love with the guy, or even anything close…but for just a minute there I let myself imagine keeping the baby and making a family. Lance is hot and he’s a really, really nice guy. I was sure that I could learn to love him eventually…and then I saw him in the newspaper sucking face in an elevator with Jacob’s brother. Saying that I was stunned would be the understatement of the year. I was angry at first and I felt betrayed. Then as I let myself calm down and really think about it, I had to admit that Lance had never made any promises. We had used each other and me ending up pregnant had never been part of either one of our plans. I lay awake all night that night coming to terms with the fact that I couldn’t keep this baby. There wasn’t going to be a cozy little family. The way I grew up…with a showgirl for a mother and a professional poker player for a dad…it was silly for me to even grasp for a happy ending. I’d always been a realist. The pregnancy hormones must have somehow gotten into my brain.
I couldn’t even carry this baby to term and give it up for adoption. My parents would be the least supportive people in the world…both emotionally and financially. That’s why I took this job in the first place, I had to support myself. Micah might not be able to fire me for being pregnant, but I spent all that day pouring over my contract and found out a few things that I suspected, but didn’t really know. There is no such thing where I work as paid leave. There’s a clause in the contract that specifically addresses looks, mainly weight and stretch marks and ugly tattoos and piercings…It doesn’t say no pregnant bellies in the bikini’s, but I think that’s implied. Last but not least, I have no medical coverage. I have a little private policy that pays fifty percent of my doctor visits and prescriptions…but fifty percent of a nine-month pregnancy plus labor and delivery would have to cost a pretty penny. What all of that added up to in the end was the simple and sad fact that I could not have this baby. I’d probably be about as maternal as my own mother anyways.
I leaned closer to Brock as we rounded the corner near his apartment complex. Tonight, I was going to do my best to forget that tomorrow I was going to put an end to the life I created. Brock parked the bike and waited for me to slide off. He lifted the helmet off my head and then he put two fingers underneath my chin and tilted my face up towards his. I’d never seen him like this. He was so sweet and tender. I’d watched him in action plenty of times at the after parties and clubs. There was usually nothing sweet about his moves. He gave me the chills as he leaned in and pressed his full lips to mine again. I put my hands up around his hard biceps and held on while the kiss went from sweet to passionate to blow my freaking mind….When he pulled back he grinned at me. God, he’s so incredibly hot. He took my hand and led me up to his apartment. As he put the key in the door I said,
“Lance isn’t here, is he?”
“No, just us.”
I was glad and nervous all at the same time. As soon as we stepped inside he kicked the door closed and pulled me into him. Our bodies were pressing hard against each other and I let everything else go. He put one hand on the back of my neck to hold me in place and as we kissed I let my hands run along his arms and grasp at his biceps. He slid his hand up into my hair and used it to pull my head back gently. He brought his lips down and pressed them to the center of my throat. He kissed and licked and nibbled his way across and up to my ear. A moan escaped from my throat as he reached up with his thumb and stroked down the side of my face. He brought his lips back to mine and pressed a whisper soft kiss against them. I parted my lips and he slid his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues touched and he pressed his lips down harder. I had heard rumors about Brock and his kissing skills, but I’d assumed they were greatly exaggerated. The only thing exaggerated right now was the furious pounding of my heart against my chest. He was incredible with his lips and tongue…like nothing I’d ever experienced before. His kisses were borderline orgasmic. He pulled away, this time taking a small step back, causing me to shiver from the loss of the heat from his body. I reached out and took hold of the bottom of his shirt. I pushed it up to his nipple line and he pulled it the rest of the way off. I loved the way each one of his muscles were so defined that if I had a sharpie, I could fill in the name of each one…or someone good at anatomy could anyways. He was beautiful and he had just enough tattoos to be sexy, but they weren’t overdone. He had a tribal tattoo on the outside of his left shoulder and there was one underneath his left arm on the inside of his forearm that I’d seen glimpses of before, but had never got a good look at until now. It said “Baby C” and there were roman numerals that looked like some kind of date on the inside of his right forearm. I was curious, but when my eyes drifted down and I saw evidence of his desire pressing hard against his jeans, I forgot about them again.
“You’re beautiful,” I didn’t realize I’d even spoken the words aloud until I saw him smile. He really was. There were other words that a man would probably rather be called…but none of them seemed to fit. Beautiful was the perfect word. He looked amused as he put his hand on the side of my face and said,
“No baby girl, you’re beautiful.” I shivered. His voice was so low and sexy. He ran his hand through my hair and made me want to purr as he whispered, “So soft…” Leaning in and kissing my forehead he said, “I want to see all of you.”
I nodded. I didn’t think I could speak. There was something invisible putting pressure on my chest. He got the idea though. He reached down and pulled my t-shirt over my head. Then he put his lips against my shoulder while he reached behind me and unhooked my bra. He pulled his head up and with his hands resting on my hips he let his eyes wander across my torso like mine just had his. I could almost feel the heat from his gaze and when he ran his tongue along his bottom lip…I shivered. He reached out with both hands and cupped them, letting his thumbs trace the outline of my nipples which were now as hard as rocks. I shivered again…but it was less like a chill and more like a seizure. His touch was sending rapid-fire impulses to every part of my body.
He brought his face down close to mine where I could feel his warm breath against my face and he said, “So pretty,” before leaning down a little more and running his tongue over first one and then the other. He kissed around the outside of each nipple and then took one in his mouth, sucking it in and at the same time exploring it with his tongue. I was moaning now and pulling his head into me with my hands in his short hair. I felt him gently bite down on one and I gasped and reached for the button of his jeans. He caught my hands in his and said, “Let’s go in the bedroom baby girl.”
He took my hand and I followed him down the hall to the only room of this apartment I’d never been in. The apartment itself was over two-thousand square feet. Most of the times I’d been inside of it had been spent in the living room, or in the kitchen. The night I brought Lance home from Jacob’s, I’d seen his room when Brock and I tucked him into bed. It was cute watching Brock take care of him that night. They seemed like such brutes in the ring. It was touching to get a glimpse of that raw, human side. Brock had been sweet to me that night too and funny…but there was not even a hint of the sexuality that he has turned on tonight.
I wasn’t surprised to see that his bedroom was huge. I was surprised to see that it had a stone fireplace in one corner with a thick white rug on the floor in front of it…and it was spotless. I mean literally,
eat off the floor spotless. He closed and locked the door behind us and then he led me over to the bed and laid me back. He lay down next to me and lifted me up so that my breasts were mouth level with him again. He picked up where he left off, suckling and biting softly. He knew how to use his lips and tongue…and teeth. He took me to heights of arousal that I’d never gone before and I could feel the moisture between my legs as evidence.
I had my head back against the soft pillow and my back arched. It felt so good I thought I might have an orgasm before he ever unbuttoned my pants. My body was trembling all over and my head was on a completely different plane from the one I’d been living on lately. On this one, there was nothing but this beautiful man and the shocks of pleasure that he was sending through my body. I felt his hands unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans and I lifted my hips off the bed to allow him to pull them down off me. He took my panties with them. I really expected a guy like Brock to move right in once he had me completely nude and in his bed. But he still seemed to be taking his time, sweetly bending down and kissing the center of my abdomen. Then he kissed all the way around it and down to the tops of my thighs. When his lips reached the top of my mound I sucked in a sharp breath. He left his lips there as he brought a hand up and softly caressed the outer lips. I moaned loudly when I felt the tip of his tongue sliding down my wet slit and then back up again…ending with a swirl of my clit that caused my head to practically explode.
“Brock!”
He looked up at me and smiled. If my breath wasn’t already gone…it would be now. “You taste good, baby girl.” He put his face back down between my legs and he did, indeed taste me…all of me. His tongue seemed to be everywhere while he gripped my thighs with his powerful arms and pressed his face into me. My eyes were closed and I was writhing and moaning, right on the brink of an orgasm when he stopped. I let out a whimper of protest and suddenly I felt his lips back against mine and as he pressed them together he said, “No worries baby, I’m not finished with you yet.” He kissed me and then ran his tongue along my lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth and holding it there while his hand now replaced his mouth between my legs. He slid a finger in between my lips and rubbed it along the inner folds. My hands were grasping for something to do, but he wouldn’t let me unbutton his jeans still. He moved his mouth back down to my breasts so I gripped onto his head while he took one in between his lips again.
He stroked me up and down with his finger softly at first while he licked and sucked on my engorged nipples. Then all of a sudden, he pressed down hard against my clit, causing me to cry out… “Brock! Fuck!” I felt him smile against my flesh and push my legs open wider. He grasped my clit between his fingers and began to roll it between them. He brought the other hand up and began to very slowly…almost excruciatingly so, press them up inside of me. My eyes were rolling back in my head as I let out a long, low moan of sheer ecstasy. Once his thick fingers were as far inside of me as they could go he removed them slowly…and then plunged them back in all the way. I whimpered and whined and I may have cut into his shoulders with my fingernails as he increased the suction on my breasts with his mouth and the speed of his fingers as they began to slam in and out of me. I was bucking my hips and clenching my muscles down tightly around his fingers. I felt him pull his mouth off my breast and when I opened my eyes he was looking at my face.
“So beautiful,” he said in a deep, masculine voice. “Cum for me Lizzie. I want to kiss you while you cum.”
I was already on the brink, but the look on his face, coupled with his words and the feel of his fingers relentlessly now, pounding into my pussy as I thrust my hips up to meet him…that was going to push me over the edge. My movements were becoming faster…more frenzied…my body was desperate for a release. He sucked a breast back into his mouth and suckled on it with complete abandon. He clamped his lips down on it and held it in his mouth as he ran his tongue over it in every direction. It didn’t take long before I felt all my muscles tighten. “Brock—Kiss me—now!”
He brought his head up and covered my mouth with his without changing his pace with his fingers inside of me. The orgasm started at my toes and worked its way up. It also started in my brain and worked its way down. When the two systems met in the middle, the result was an all-out explosion inside of my head and lots of warm, wet liquid all over his hand.
“Mm mm,” He said against my mouth. He pulled his fingers out and rubbed them softly against my outer lips again until I came down from my high.
3
Brock
Lizzie felt so good that I didn’t want to stop touching her. After she came, I reluctantly took my fingers out of her and stood up to take off my pants. I saw her eyes widen after I pushed off my jeans and boxers. I’m not a shy guy…I shamelessly believe I have nothing to be shy about and if I wouldn’t get arrested…I’d spend my life naked. But I’d been avoiding taking my jeans off tonight. I was afraid if she touched me it would be over just like that and worst of all I was afraid that if that happened, she wouldn’t want to do this again. We hadn’t even really done this yet, but I already knew I wanted there to be a second time…and a third....
She reached for me and I felt just the tips of her fingers brush against the shaft of my aching cock. I sucked in a breath and reached over into the nightstand for a condom. She looked confused, I’m sure she was wondering why I didn’t want her to touch me. I didn’t know how to tell her that I wanted her to touch me too badly. I wanted to feel her lips wrapped around my cock and watch as she took it all the way into her mouth…but that would have to wait because right now I had to feel what it was like to be inside of her.
She sat back against the pillow and watched me with her pretty doe eyes as I rolled the condom on and then I got back onto the bed. I kissed her as I threw my right leg over and straddled her hips. I let her touch me then and electricity traveled in rockets from the feel of her hands to the very core of my body. I sucked in a breath as she guided my tip to her opening and without pause I thrust forward so that the head of my cock pressed into her.
She bit her bottom lip. She looked so incredibly sexy. I thrust forward until I was completely buried inside of her. The walls of her pussy clamped down tightly and we both let out deep moans. It was so much more than I imagined it would be. I pulled out slowly and then plunged back in.
“Oh fuck! Brock! Oh my God!” She was panting and I was reveling in the feeling that was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. I pulled out and then I watched as I moved forward slowly and I disappeared inside of her. I did it again, faster…and harder…and again…her pussy pulsated around me and she had her eyes open, looking at me with an expression of pure bliss.
“Lizzie?” I breathed out.
“Yeah?”
“You feel so good.”
“God Brock! So do you,” she panted.
“I mean…this is like…” I was moving faster…I was trying to fight back the orgasm but damn she felt good. “The single best feeling that I’ve ever had.”
I couldn’t believe I’d said that aloud. She was looking at me with those dark eyes and she looked like she couldn’t believe I said it either. Then she smiled and said, “Me too.”
I pressed my weight down on my arms and lowered my body so that we were skin to skin. Then I started a momentum of in and out motions that elicited sharp little gasps and moans from her. She looked so hot with all that dark hair splayed across my pillow and wisps of it stuck to the sweat along the side of her face. Our bodies slid along each other easily, lubricated by the light sheen of sweat between us. I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers and then in what sounded like a strangled voice even to me, I said,
“I can’t hold back baby. You feel too fucking good.”
She reached down and gripped my ass tightly in her small hands and said, “Fuck me Brock. Hard and fast baby. Make me cum with you.”
I grunted and began to pound her pussy, driving in and out of her with such force that I had to reach undern
eath her and pull her hips up with my arm to hold her still. Damn that ass felt good. Each thrust brought me closer and I could hear in her moans and grunts and pants that she was there again too. “Baby girl…”
“I’m ready, Brock…Oh fuck! I’m cumming!”
“Yeah baby girl, cum for me. That’s it baby…Oh fuck!” The orgasm bore down on me and I exploded. Lizzie’s sweet little body tightened up and she gripped onto my arms as if for dear life. She thrust her hips up hard and I felt the walls of her pussy spasm around my cock. I suddenly realized that this night with Lizzie would become the night that I measured any and all sex I ever had again against. I let my big body collapse down next to hers and I felt her meld into me. She was shaking…or maybe that was me. We both had trouble getting air. We came down together…slowly as I planted kisses to the side of her face. It felt warm and safe and oh so fucking comfortable…I realized I was reluctant for it to ever end.
Finally, when I felt myself slip out of her, I rolled the condom off and tossed it into the trash can next to the bed. Then I lay back down and put one arm under her head and used the other to wrap across her waist and pull her back into me. That was when I remembered what she’d said back there at the garage.
“Lizzie?”
“Hmm?”
I put my hand on her still flat belly and said, “Are you pregnant?”
She shuddered in my arms and then she said, “No.” She pulled out of my embrace and sat up. “Why would you ask me that?”
I propped myself up on my arm and looked at her face. She wouldn’t look directly into my eyes. “I heard you tell those creeps in the garage that you were pregnant. It’s okay if you tell me. I won’t tell anyone else.”
“I’m not! I said that, hoping they were a little bit human and that would make them leave me alone. I thought they were going to…” Tears filled her eyes. I pulled her back down and she put her face into my chest as I ran my hand down her hair.
