Naked Choke (A Stepbrother MMA Romance)

by Loren, Celia

  “You…you didn’t get over me? That’s what you’re saying?” I whisper, hardly believing my ears. I’ve never gone from depression to elation so quickly.

  He finally turns to me, his eyes catching and holding mine. “No. Not even close,” he says. I smile as he leans forward, his gaze only dropping from mine just before our lips touch. We’re finally both on the same page, neither of us holding back, and it’s clear in the contact. Our lips open and our tongues desperately press against each other.

  His long fingers wrap around my waist and he pushes me down. I wrap my arms around his neck as his weight envelopes me. I’ve never wanted foreplay less. All I want is him inside me. Right. Now.

  I reach down and grab the bottom of my shirt. He quickly sits up and whips his own off as I toss mine onto the floor. We stare at each other’s bodies hungrily, but only for a moment. I reach back and unclasp my bra and he groans as my breasts spring free. He leans down and I gasp as he pulls a nipple into his mouth. I stretch my arm down to find the zipper of his pants and tug it down, reaching inside and feeling the long curve of his cock hard against my palm.

  He bites down on my breast in surprise as my hand closes around his member. I begin to push his pants down with my feet. I feel his fingers graze against my stomach and my own pants being unzipped and tugged off. He sits up again, grinning down at me as we both finish taking off our clothes, tossing them onto the floor next to the bed.

  The chaos pauses for a moment as Logan lets his gaze travel slowly down my naked body. I shiver in delight at the expression on his face. His right hand moves slowly forward across my hip and then suddenly dips between my thighs. I moan, the feel of his fingers against my clit eliciting a pleasure so exquisite it’s almost painful. I can hear the sounds of my own wetness as his fingers circle around. I’m already so close, but I want him to come with me.

  “Wait, wait,” I gasp. His fingers pull away and I lean off the bed, half-witted with pleasure, and begin to desperately search through my purse. I think I had one condom tucked away in a side pocket. My fingers close around the small packet and I pull back, presenting it to Logan. “Please,” is all I say, and he takes it from me immediately, ripping the foil open with his teeth. I watch him roll it down his perfect, pink dick as I lay back against my comforter.

  He leans forward, palms on either side of my shoulders. His mouth finds mine again as his right hand pulls my right knee away from my body. His cock presses against my opening, and with one hard thrust, he encloses himself inside me.

  Our lips both fall open dumbly and our eyes find each other at the sheer force of the sensation. I slide my hands up and under his and our fingers lace through each other’s. Only then does he slowly pull back out, and press back in again. My eyes roll back in my head as he holds my hands firmly down against the bed and begins to drive inside me faster and faster. I begin to pick my hips up, matching him with every thrust. I want to feel him deep and hard inside me. His breath is hot and labored against my ear. I can feel him gritting his teeth against my cheek.

  “I’m ready. I’m there,” I gasp, and with a strangled moan, he releases himself inside me as my body quakes with a powerful orgasm. He thrusts a few times more as I lose myself in the wave of pleasure cascading over me. He finally collapses down on top of me, releasing my hands, and I wrap my arms and legs tightly around him, not wanting to lose the feeling of the weight of his body on top of me.

  I don’t know how long we stay like that, our bodies entwined around each other. I finally feel him stir on top of me, pulling out and falling next to me on the bed with a great sigh. His hand on my cheek turns my face to him, and he covers my lips with soft kisses. I roll over toward him, sliding my hand across his slightly hairy chest, and resting my head on his shoulder beneath the crook of his neck.

  “Don’t fall asleep,” he murmurs against my forehead.

  “But I’m so tired,” I sigh in confusion.

  “I want you in my bedroom. I’ve pictured you in there so many times…” I smile and squirm against him, delighted with the idea that he could have been fantasizing about me.

  “Alright, you woke me up.”

  He immediately jumps out of bed with a vigor that astonishes me, though I guess his stellar conditioning does extend to more places than just the cage. He reaches down and offers me his hand. I place mine in his and hop up next to him. Still holding my hand, he brings his other finger to his lips, indicating we should be quiet, even as he smiles devilishly.

  With both of us buck naked, he opens my bedroom door. When I’m out in the hall with him, he closes it behind us and we tiptoe together down the hall to his bedroom. He releases my hand as I step inside and he quietly shuts his door. As he turns toward me, a grin spreads across his face.

  “You, completely naked, in my bedroom. Perfect,” he growls as he walks up to me. I gasp as our naked bodies touch and he wraps his arms around my back, pulling me tightly against him. “I want you so many different way, I don’t even know where to start.”

  “I’ve got one idea,” I murmur as I sink to my knees. I watch his lips drop open as I take his rapidly-hardening cock in my mouth. As I take him in, the taste of latex and his sweat mingling on my tongue, he moans, and I relax my throat as much as possible to receive his full girth. I work my way up and down his length and bring one hand up to massage his balls and wrap the other around the base of his cock. There’s no way I can fit all of him in my mouth, but I want him to feel fully enveloped.

  I feel his hand on my head and pause, tilting my face up questioningly. “Stand up,” he says, and I get to my feet. He picks me up under the armpits and tosses me back on the bed. But instead of lying on top of me like I think he’s going to, he dives onto the mattress in the other direction, with his feet up by my head.

  I gasp as I feel his face press between my thighs. I go completely limp for a moment as his tongue circles expertly around my clit. Focusing myself, I roll over onto my side and wrap my lips around him again. I have to really concentrate to keep my head bobbing up and down; whatever he’s doing with his tongue is driving me wild and filling my head with a haze of pleasure. I steady myself with a hand on his thigh as my body threatens to lose control. I tighten my lips around him and take him to the back of my throat as we work in perfect tandem with each other.

  All of a sudden, he's pulling himself out of my mouth and his legs disappear from in front of me. A second later, his hands are on my hips and he's pulling me back toward him until I'm sitting upright on my heels. I wait as I hear the sound of a condom ripping open. I'm kneeling with my back to him, and I'm not sure what position he's going for. I feel his hands run down my hips and then onto my feet. He spreads them wide so my thighs form a V. I realize that he's kneeling too, but with his knees close together so that they slip through the opening of my legs. He pulls my hips up and then slowly lowers me down onto his cock.

  I gasp as he stretches me open and his hand move onto my bare chest. In this position, the front of my body is completely open to him and he's taking advantage of it. He massages my breasts as he circles his dick inside me and I tilt my head back, feeling him hit every nerve inside me. Wanting even more, I raise my hips up and slide back down his length. He groans, and moves one hand to my clit. One of his long fingers begins to circle me rapidly, and I rise up on my knees again and then back down. I move faster and faster as he raises up his hips to meet me.

  Suddenly he's moving under me, and with one hand wrapped around my ribcage to support me, he leans forward, pitching me down face first onto the bed. His arms snake under me and then grab my shoulders as he thrusts into me hard. I moan with shock and pleasure as I feel how deep he is. Instinctively, I bring my legs in and clasp my ankles tightly together, sheathing him inside me.

  "Oh, fuck, Cat," he groans in my ear. He repositions his legs outside of mine, and then really starts to drive inside me. I turn my head to the side, gasping for air as he hits my g-spot again and again. I grasp the bedspread in my hand
s as my body bucks with an orgasm. His weight keeps me pinned to the bed and my body seems to react in an even more concentrated way. I'm vaguely aware of a warmth spreading inside me as he comes.

  My body shakes with the final throes of my orgasm before I feel Logan completely collapse on top of me. After a moment, he takes my left hip and pulls it with him as he falls onto the mattress next to me while still remaining inside me. I shiver as the cold air hits the sweaty front of my body, and he wraps his arms tightly around me, pulling me close. I feel his lips against the back of my neck, trailing kisses against my skin toward my ear.

  "Tell me you're mine, Cat."

  "I'm yours," I whisper back as sleep pulls me under.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  I wake up early with a start. I'm not in my own bed. My eyes travel down to the long arm snaked under my neck and extended out onto the white sheet next to me. I smile and turn my body around achingly slowly. I don't want to wake Logan.

  His breathing changes slightly as I move, but quickly deepens again. His brow, so often furrowed during the day, is completely relaxed now. I glance out the window. I can tell by the light that it's early. Still, I should get going back to my room.

  I inch my body back toward the edge of the mattress before sitting up and stepping onto the floor. I could wake him up to say goodbye, but he just looks so peaceful. I look around for my clothes before remembering that I left them in my own room. Not the smartest choice, Cat. The only thing that could possibly look worse than creeping out of Logan's room at dawn is creeping out of Logan's room at dawn naked.

  I peer out into the hallway. The house is quiet. I jump out, close Logan's door behind me as quickly and quietly as possible, and run down to my room. I shut my door behind me and realize I've been holding my breath as I gasp for air. I crawl onto my bed, feeling exhausted, but otherwise happy.

  I'll be glad to be done with all this sneaking around. I want to date Logan right out in the open, and from what he said last night, I think that's what he wants, too. Though I suppose I shouldn't make any assumptions. I'll talk to Austen as soon as I can today.

  I drift off to sleep for a few hours. When I wake up, I stretch as I turn over. A fissure of worry runs at the first thought that pops into my head. I have to talk to Austen. It seemed simple last night and earlier today, but confrontation has never been my strong suit. From his behavior last night at the bar, though, I don't think I'm going to encounter much resistance to officially breaking things off between us.

  I slowly get up and pull on a pair of cotton pants and a tank top. As I walk downstairs, I hear movement in the kitchen. I tense for a moment as I picture Austen and Logan in there together alone, but as I round the banister I see my mom and Duke at the counter.

  "Morning," I say, and my mom turns around.

  "Good afternoon, more like it," she says with a smile. "It's almost noon. You two slept late," she adds, nodding over at the breakfast table. I turn to see Logan sitting there, grinning at me over a bowl of cereal.

  "Not as late as Austen," Duke grumbles. I press my lips together as I move toward the cabinet for my oatmeal. I've never heard Duke complain about his oldest son, but he's not finished yet. "If he stayed out late last night, in the middle of training for this tournament, with less than a month to go…" he shakes his head. As much as I'd love to dump on Austen right now, too, I keep my mouth shut.

  "He might be awake, and just hasn't come upstairs yet," my mom reasons.

  "I called his phone. He's not answering. I bet he met some girl last night," Duke continues. I hear Logan snort and then begin to cough as a piece of cereal gets stuck in the wrong pipe. His dad frowns at him, and then turns back to my mom. "I mean, he should blow off some steam every now and then, lord knows I used to, but I never let it interfere with training."

  "Hon, its Sunday. You guys have the day off anyway. Cut him a little slack," my mom says almost under her breath. I watch Duke shift his weight out of the corner of my eye, and then am surprised to see him shrugging the tension out of his shoulders. I've never seen anyone stand up to the big man so successfully. Go, Mom.

  I nuke my instant oatmeal and take it to the breakfast table. Logan eyes me across the table and I shake my head slightly at him to get him to look away, though I can't help but smile. As our parents move into the living room, he leans over toward me.

  "What are you doing today?"

  "I'm covering for Harold for a few hours. And I need to talk to Austen. I guess I'll do that tonight, unless he surfaces before I go to work." Logan nods, looking thoughtful. "Wanna hang out before I go in? We can keep my bedroom door open so it doesn't look suspicious," I add with a smile.

  "But when we, officially, you know…I want my dad and your mom to know. No secrets."

  I smile. "I thought you'd say that. No secrets," I promise.

  * * *

  I look down at my phone as I turn off the car. I texted Austen a few times during my shift asking him if we could talk, and he hasn't responded. It's almost seven, so he can't still be sleeping.

  "Hey, just in time," my mom greets me as I walk into the kitchen from the garage. "Grab a plate." I nod, dumping my purse on a chair at the breakfast table and then returning to the counter. I fill my plate with chicken and vegetables, all the while straining my ears for the sound of Austen's voice. I definitely pick up Logan and Duke's voices coming from the dining room, but I don't think I hear Austen.

  I walk in and blush as Logan smiles at me. Thankfully, my ears didn't deceive me and Austen isn't here. I sit down at my usual place across from Logan and manage a quick wink as Duke looks back toward the kitchen to see what's taking my mom so long.

  "Austen?" I hear her call, and then a rapping sound as she knocks against the basement door. "Dinner's ready. You there?" I tense up, hoping he won't respond or that he's not there, but then there's a muffled reply and my mom enters the room. "He's coming up," she informs us with a smile as she sits. "Why don't we start though?" Duke nods and they both dig in. Logan takes the opportunity to catch my eyes.

  "Did you talk?" he mouths silently.

  I shake my head. "Not yet." I see Logan grimace slightly at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. The basement door opens and I can hear Austen fixing a plate for himself in the kitchen. I keep my gaze down at my food as he walks in and sits down next to Logan.

  "You look like shit," Duke Grumbles, and I finally glance up at Austen. Well, he's not wrong. Austen's got bags under his eyes and he looks exhausted.

  "Wasn't feeling well last night. Think I caught a stomach bug or something. Probably just a twenty-four hour thing," he replies, his eyes shooting toward me for a moment. I look back down at my chicken, studiously avoiding his gaze.

  "Mmhm," Duke murmurs, and I'm not sure if he believes his elder son's story. "Well, I hope you're better by tomorrow. We've got a long day of training set up."

  "I'm sure I'll be fine," Austen assures him, though I think we all heard the subtext behind Duke's words: get your shit together, because I'm not going to go easy on you.

  I manage to completely ignore Austen for the rest of the meal, despite him asking how my work shift was. I direct my response to the rest of the table, as though someone else had asked it. As we all clear the table, I start to get nervous. I know I have to have a serious conversation with him tonight. I can't avoid it.

  After I hear my mom and Duke go to sleep, I tiptoe down the hall to Logan's room. His door is slightly ajar, so I poke my head in. He's sitting at his desk, watching MMA fights on YouTube.

  "Hey," he greets me with a smile.

  "I'm going to talk to him now," I say without preamble.

  He nods and takes a deep breath. "OK. Cat, I…" he trails off. "Never mind. I'll tell you later."

  "OK. Later. After it's done." I shut his door and head back down the hallway and then walk purposefully down the stairs and then up to the basement door. I take a deep breath and raise my hand toward the knob. Just as I touch the cool metal, it swings open
and I'm face to face with Austen.

  "Oh!" he exclaims, sinking back down onto a lower step. "I was just about to come see you."

  "I was just coming to see you," I say with an awkward smile. "Um, should we…" I gesture toward the stairs behind him.

  "Yes. Yes, good idea." He turns around and I follow him, studying the back of his head. He definitely seems uncomfortable. Could the bouncer have mentioned I was there last night? Or maybe he just feels guilty and wants to talk about our argument. He sits on the couch and I do the same, leaving a full cushion's worth of space between us.

  I clear my throat as a flutter of nerves kicks up in my stomach. "So, I wanted to talk about last night," I say.

  "Me, too. But I…I think there's something I should tell you first," he says, staring down at his hands. His fingers are clenched together so tightly they're turning white. "OK, OK," he says to himself as though he's steeling himself for something. "I made the biggest mistake of my life last night," he finally says, turning to me. I flinch at the look of pain in his eyes. "When you brought up telling our parents, I freaked out. Even though you were right, and I had made it seem like I was serious about you. Because I was. And I am. It's just when you brought it up, it seemed more real all of a sudden, not just the idea of it anymore, and I panicked."

  "I—"

  "Wait, I need you to hear this. I went to a bar. I got really fucking drunk, and I made out with some girl. I don't even know her name. It meant nothing, Cat. We kissed, that was it, and then I came home and passed out. And when I woke up this morning I felt absolutely sick about it. And that's when I realized why I reacted like I did last night. It's because I've never felt this strongly for someone before, and I don't know what to do about it. I could see spending the rest of my life with you."

  My mouth drops open. "What?" I whisper.