Addicted

by Alycia Taylor

  ADDICTED

  THE MMA NEW ADULT ROMANCE SERIES

  By Alycia Taylor

  CHAPTER ONE

  BRAXTON

  “What’s going on with you lately, stud? I haven’t seen you eyeballing a single ‘hot girl’ around here as you call them and you’re not acting like you got blue balls anymore. You got yourself a girlfriend?”

  I was working out with Sam and I was on fire. I hadn’t missed placement on one punch, jab, or round kick all morning and I was killing the jiu jitsu moves. If I was in the ring with a contender right then he would have tapped out ten minutes ago.

  “Not really a girlfriend,” I said softly, gearing up to get in the ring.

  “Not really?” Sam chuckled. “I can’t believe you even let it get close to that. What happened to the guy who didn’t do relationships?”

  “He met a hot girl who wouldn’t do him without one,” I told him grinning.

  He laughed again. “Shit, that’s how I ended up with two of my ex-wives.”

  “How many ex-wives do you have?” I asked him.

  “Four,” he answered with a sour face. “But enough about me. I gotta say getting with this one has done wonders for you. I thought I was gonna have to hire a hooker to give you a quick BJ just to get your head back in the game.”

  “I won the other night didn’t I? That was when I still had blue balls. Imagine what I can do next week.”

  I won in more ways than one that night. I got through to the round of sixteen and I got to have sex with Emmi… I had finally broken through and it was worth the wait.

  “Don’t get too cocky, boy. Next week is when it gets tough,” Sam told me as we began to spar.

  “So it hasn’t been tough so far?” I asked him as I dodged a rib shot. “That’s not what my body was telling me last week.”

  “It’s been nothing like what you’ll see from here to the top. You remember my friend, Scottie?”

  My right fist connected with the side of his head. He reacted as if a fly landed on him.

  “Yeah, the MMA guy right? He’s a promoter or something?”

  “Yeah, that’s exactly what he is. He’s going to be at the fight next week. He wants to see if what I’ve been telling him about you is true.”

  “Aw, Sam. Have you been saying sweet things about me behind my back?”

  Sam’s gargantuan fist connected with my soft mid-section. I doubled over in pain.

  “Hardly ever. But someone said some things that got Scottie thinking you’re the shit. If Scottie thinks you are he’ll talk to the people that matter and you’re as good as in.”

  I stood back up straight, proud of myself for not retching. As I brought my body up I threw a kick in Sam’s direction. He dodged it. He was fast for a tank.

  “I’m not sure I wanna be in, Sam.”

  Sam stopped moving. “What the hell are you talking about? What is all this for if you’re not shooting for MMA?”

  “I’m making money to get through school and to help my little sister out. Plus, I’m building this sexy body in the process,” I snorted.

  “So when you finish school, then what? You become a model.”

  “Hell no. When I finish school I’ll be able to design a software program for the NSA if I want to.”

  “So you wear a suit, sit in front of a computer all day, and then go home and get fat with the wife?” Sam had a way of taking your dreams and turning them on you like the barrel of a gun.

  “No. I don’t have to get fat. I’ll be making a ton of money. I can hire my own personal trainer and one for the…” I couldn’t even say “wife” out loud. I’m not sure if that would ever happen. I didn’t like to say never about anything though.

  “Well, Scottie will be there, so start giving it all some thought. You fight like a machine, Braxton. I’d hate to see you just give up on something you’re so damn good at.”

  He was right and it was something to think about. Not being able to hardly move and memory problems when I was fifty years was also something to think about.

  ***********

  When I got back to the apartment, Emmi was just walking into the bathroom. She had her girly shower gel with her and a robe so I knew she was getting into the shower.

  “Hey,” she said when she saw me. By the tone of her voice I thought she was picturing me naked.

  “Hey, you need help in there?” She laughed, but I wasn’t kidding. There’s nothing better after a good workout than steamy shower sex and I was planning to get mine.

  “Yeah, you can wash my back because I’m old and not able to,” she joked but then winked.

  She was fucking with my head. I walked towards her before she closed the door anyway and hoped that she was in the mood. She was. She suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. I was stunned at first, but after about three seconds of her tongue running wild in my mouth I relaxed. Everything except my raging dick¸ that was now pressing firmly into her lower belly.

  When she came up for air, she grinned at me and pulled off her shirt. Then she wiggled out of her shorts. She had on a teeny tiny pink bra and teeny tiny pink underwear that matched. She looked so damn hot. She turned her back to me and unhooked the bra. She did a forward shrug and let it fall to the floor. She bent over and hooked her thumbs in the waist band of the tiny material covering her most precious area. She slid them down over her sexy legs. As I watched it all from behind, it felt like paradise. She kicked them away and I stood there, mesmerized. Her sexy naked backside stood in front of me under the bright overhead light. Her sexy toned back and perfectly round ass paralyzed me. Then she stepped over her underwear and into the shower.

  “Are you coming?” she asked in a sexy, breathless voice snapping me out of my trance.

  I sure as hell felt like I was going to any second. I ripped my clothes off like someone lit them on fire and then quickly hopped into the shower behind her. She had a bottle of shower gel in her hand and, holding it out in front of her, squirted it. It hit her in the chest right between her breasts, as if trying to kill me. Her hands rubbed the gel in circles, making her chest covered in suds and her nipples hard as rocks.

  She twisted around and I pulled her up against me with her back to my front. I took over, sliding my hands up and cupping her breasts. Her back arched into me and she moaned as I teased her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. While I soaped her up she wiggled herself into my manhood and reached up with one hand to pull my head down to her neck. As I kissed and sucked on it she ran her fingers through my hair and continued wiggling, like flint to stone against my body. I left one hand fondling her breasts and nipples and slid the other down across her soft, flat belly. When I reached the top of her mound I just left it there for a second to tease her. She wasn’t having it. She moved her hips so that my hand was resting right over where her swollen clit was protruding between her lips. She moaned as I parted them slightly with my fingers and started working her most sensitive spot with slow, circular motions, using my palm sometimes to rub quickly, and then back again to fingers. She moved faster and softly let out an airy moan. I kept it up, quick circular motions across her nipples and two fingers and then a palm against her clit. She was right on the edge as I finally slipped a finger inside of her and then two…

  She whispered a raspy, “Oh, Braxton! Oh God…” until suddenly I felt all of her muscles tense at once and then relax. I had pushed her over the edge.

  She leaned against me for strength. Her knees were weak and I could feel her thighs quivering against mine. When she recovered, she flipped around to face me, and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Not subtly or gently, it was a full on tongue versus mouth assault.

  I fucking loved it.

  As we shared the hot kiss, I slid my han
ds down and cupped her cheeks and dug my fingertips into them. I began kneading them and thrust my hips forward, stroking myself on her muscular thigh. That was until I felt the pressure of her hand wrapped around the shaft. She stroked it gently up and down a few times.

  “I want to taste you,” she breathed into my mouth.

  I didn’t have time to agree or disagree before she was slithering down against me until she was on her knees and face to face with my dick. She didn’t waste any time, sucking it straight into her mouth. She snaked her tongue around it from top to bottom and then she let it slide out and land in her hand. She started working it with her hand, gripping tight and sliding it down the shaft as she teased the head with her tongue and then back up the shaft as she let the head land hard against her tongue each time. She sucked it all the way back into her mouth again and I had to reach out and grab the tile wall in front of me with one hand to keep myself from buckling at the knees. I put the other hand behind her head and used it to guide her mouth as I watched her take me all the way in and then I watched it slide all the way out. Watching her was almost as good as feeling her lips wrapped around me. Deep moans exhaled from my mouth and I was close to going over my own cliff, literally on the verge. She abruptly stopped and gave it a soft peck on the tip of the head. For some reason I found that almost more erotic than the rest. My heart was pounding hard enough that I thought it was going to explode in my chest.

  She stood up and pressed her tits against my chest, kissing me hard again. She reached behind me and grabbed the soap. As we kissed and I grabbed and squeezed her ass, she used the soap to massage and caress every muscle in my upper body. Then she moved lower and rubbed her soapy hands across my ass and down to the tops of my thighs. The sexy vixen spun me around so that my back was against her and she soaped up my front side with the most erotic strokes using her palms and fingers. When she finished there, she turned on the pulsating shower head and washed off all the soap, not missing a spot. If I had to tell someone at that very moment something as simple as my name, I would have gotten it wrong. My brain had liquefied and drained down through my veins from the head I carried on my shoulders to the one I kept in my pants. That was the guy in charge right then and he only had one thing on his mind: Emmi’s sweet, sexy body.

  I took the shower head out of her hand and put it back up where it belonged, spinning around to face her again. I kissed down her neck and across her chest, taking the time to swirl each nipple with my tongue. I slid my hands down her sides as my lips slid down across and underneath her belly to her most sensitive spot between her legs. She gasped and grabbed two fistfuls of my hair. I used my tongue to tease her, tracing her lips from top to bottom, snaking it out to just lightly touch her clit every so often. She was moaning and pulling my hair hard. She had lifted one leg up and pushed her pelvis towards me. I gave her what she was begging for, diving in with my tongue as I squeezed her ass in one of my hands. I took the other one and used it to open up her lips so that I could put my tongue inside. She was going crazy and the more excited she got, the more it spurred me on. I slipped a finger inside of her as I licked. Her hips thrust harder and I knew it was time, for both of us.

  I stood up and while I kissed her I took down the shower head once more and began rinsing us off. She was sucking my tongue into her mouth. Once we were all rinsed I turned off the shower and took her by the hand, guiding her out of the shower and across the hall into my bedroom. I didn’t care that we were leaving a trail of water or that my comforter was about to get soaking wet. I just knew that I needed to feel myself slip inside of her and I needed to feel it right then.

  When we got to the bed I pushed her back. Not too hard, but not passively either. I dropped my body down on top of her, using my biceps to push my weight up off of her as I let myself slip in between her legs, just touching her outer lips while I kissed her. Without another second of hesitation she moved her hips up off the bed and I entered her.

  “Ah,” she moaned into my mouth.

  I nibbled on her lower lip while sliding in and out of her. I moved to her upper lip as she breathed soft moans. Feeling close to going over the edge myself, I picked up speed. She raked her fingers through my hair before firmly grabbing hold. I was using all my muscles to go as fast as possible causing us to both breathe harder and harder. I felt her tighten around my shaft and her legs firmly wrapped around my lower back.

  “Ah,” she repeatedly moaned. I knew her volcano had just erupted.

  I continued to press inside her as deep as possible as my dick was now bulging. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head to me. I crashed my mouth into hers. We breathed inside of each other as our lips moved. Never have I felt more as one with a girl but at that moment with Emmi. Finally I erupted inside of her.

  “Ah,” I groaned.

  I continued to thrust in and out of her until my own orgasm had finished releasing from my body. I opened my eyes, catching Emmi’s gaze. She ran her fingers through my hair and then brought her lips up to meet mine once more.

  God, she was amazing.

  CHAPTER TWO

  EMMI

  I was addicted to his touch. God he was amazing.

  I walked into English 1A and sat down in my usual seat behind Zoe. The instructor was doing something on the computer and hadn’t started class yet. Zoe turned around to say something to me and one look at my face was all it took. Sometimes I thought she was a psychic.

  “Oh my God, you had sex,” she said, loudly.

  “Shh!” I looked around to see if anyone else heard her. A tall, dorky older guy who always sat in the back was grinning at me. It was likely he heard, but he didn’t look like the gossiping type.

  She lowered her voice then and said, “You did have sex, didn’t you?” I only grinned, but she rolled her eyes and asked, “Was it with Braxton?” The instructor was calling the class to order as I nodded and my smile grew wider. Zoe whispered, “Do not go anywhere after class.”

  I knew I was in for many questions.

  ***********

  We made it through class with her wiggling around in her seat and turning to look at me every once in a while. She looked like she was going to bust. I thought it was funny, so every time she tried to get my attention, I would act like I was writing or listening to the instructor.

  As soon as the clock struck the fifty minute mark she demanded, “Outside, now.” When we got outside, she didn’t mince any words.

  “When did you have sex with him?”

  Enjoying her agony I quipped, “Which time?”

  She grabbed me by my arm and dragged me over to a bench underneath a tree.

  “Sit.”

  I anxiously sat down not wanting to answer any more questions.

  “I have Chem II in ten minutes,” I said, staring at my watch.

  “Then talk fast.”

  “You already guessed it,” I told her, my eyes darting over at her. “We had sex.”

  “I want details,” she insisted, leaning forward and pushing her hair around her ears.

  “Isn’t that a little…weird?”

  “Not those kinds of details! You know what I mean. Who initiated it? Why did you change your mind about him?”

  “Well, after the fight the other night I was taking pictures of him and one thing led to another… and we ended up in his bed. I didn’t change my mind though. I always thought it would be fun to have sex with him, I just had a few ground rules.”

  “Oh my God! Wait! You said which time? That night wasn’t the only time, was it?”

  “Only if you count the shower,” I informed her.

  “Wow. Hot shower sex with Braxton,” Zoe said smiling. “Go girl! I didn’t think you would go through with it. Are you going to be okay with this?”

  “Okay with what, Zoe? Having regular sex with the hottest guy on campus? Yeah, I think I can handle it.”

  It was unlike me, but suddenly I was feeling cocky.

  “Oh dear God you think he’s going
to be exclusive with you, don’t you? Is that the line he fed you? Emmi...”

  “We talked about it before we had sex. That day on the trail… I told him that I couldn’t just have casual sex, that I needed a commitment. Then that night, he told me he had been committed to me all along. He hasn’t been with anyone since I got here. He says he was waiting for me.”

  Zoe looked sick.

  “You realize that he’s a player, right? This is what players do. They say what you want to hear, Emmi. Remember Trent?”

  “Braxton’s not Trent, Zoe.” I glanced at my watch again. I had two minutes to get to a class that was at least four minutes away if I jogged. “I need to go, I can’t miss this class.”

  “Emmi, listen to me. You know I love you and I just don’t want to see you get hurt. I can introduce you to twenty other girls who thought they were going to be the one that tied Braxton down. He’s been here for three years and it hasn’t happened yet.”

  I was full of caffeine and nervous energy. I couldn’t sit still so I stood up off the bench and started pacing. I didn’t want to be reminded of Braxton’s past. Everyone had a past and they had a right to keep it there… in the past. Zoe was my friend, why couldn’t she just be happy for me?

  “So you’re saying that he couldn’t possibly like me enough to want to be exclusive? Do I not measure up to the other girls you know that he’s been with? I’m not as pretty, as popular, or what?” I never talked to Zoe this way, however she had pissed me off.

  Zoe stood up. She looked like she wanted to cry.

  “No, Em. That’s not what I’m saying. Please don’t get mad. It’s not about you at all. This is how he is, how he’s been way before you. He’s going to cheat on you and you’re going to get your heart broken.”

  I started walking towards my next class and she started following me.

  “You’re so sure Zoe that I’m going to get hurt that you don’t even want me to give him a chance. I’m sure that I won’t get hurt, but if I do, well, I’m an adult. I should be able to make these decisions on my own without being judged, by anyone, especially my best friend. Braxton promised me, Zoe. He said we would be exclusive. For whatever reason, I believe him. I wish you would believe in me to have good judgment. People do change,” I yelled over my shoulder.