Takedown: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

by Lana Hartley

He puts his hands up and grabs onto my tits, he gives them a good squeeze before he starts pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I lean forward some and start bouncing up and down on top of him. His cock is shoved so deep inside of me and the sensations it’s bringing me are unbelievable.

  It feels so good and so intense that I can hardly catch my breath. I want to cum on top of him again. I want to feel him cum on my stomach. I want to watch his face as pleasure takes over him. I look down at him and he’s got this wild look in his eyes like he’s getting closer and closer to his release. His climax.

  I go back to rocking my hips and move a hand down to my clit where I begin to massage myself as I ride him harder and harder.

  “Oh yeah, play with your clit,” he says.

  I bite my lip and begin to ride him harder, which only makes me rub my clit faster. I’m close, on the edge of another orgasm. On the edge of a major release. And then just like that, I feel myself going higher and higher, and intense pleasure erupts from within me. My eyes closed, my head rolled backwards and I moaned louder than I had been moaning before.

  I stop rocking my hips and instead start bouncing myself up and down on him. It makes it feel different and I lean forward just a little bit. I can feel the tip of his cock going deep inside of me. Rubbing against the spot that makes me go crazy. I bounce a little faster and harder. His hands are on my tits and he’s rubbing my nipples. I want to cum so bad.

  I’m rubbing my clit hard and bouncing up and down on him. I slow the rate at which I’m moving and just let my body feel all of the different feelings. There’s so much going on and it feels so amazing.

  “Cum for me. Please, Natalie. Cum for me,” he says.

  The overwhelming pleasure sensation takes over. I black out, my toes curled. My body goes completely, and totally numb. My body is covered in goosebumps and I tremble. As I reach the peak of my orgasm I feel his cock begin to throb inside of me. He is cumming at the same time as me. We are cumming together. It only makes the last part of my orgasm that much more intense.

  “Fuck, this is intense,” he growls suddenly, pulling his still hard cock out of my pussy. Forcing me to lie down on the ring, he doesn’t even hesitate; he kneels between my parted legs and, with his hands on my knees, he forces them apart. Then, a fraction of a second later, he has his mouth pressed against my pussy.

  I feel his cum dripping down my drenched folds and now, at the same time, I also feel his tongue running up the length of my pussy. Softly kissing and licking my wetness, he scoops up his own cum into his mouth, his tongue working on my pussy until I’m all cleaned.

  “You’re crazy,” I laugh as he comes up for air, his lips glistening from his own seed.

  “I am,” he simply agrees, crushing his cum-coated lips against mine. I close my eyes, surrendering to the dirtiest kiss of my life, and then lie back down. I remain like that for a long time, my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath.

  “God, this was good…” I whisper, sitting up on the ring. Rolling to the side, I start looking for my clothes. Finding them, I take them into my arms and then ask him where’s the closest bathroom. He points to a door to his left. I climb out of the ring and walk over. I go into the bathroom, clean myself up and leave. I walk back over to the mat and he is sitting down once again.

  “You know, I’ve always wanted to do that,” he says.

  I laugh, climb back into the ring, and sit down next to him. “It was pretty hot having sex here when anyone could walk in at any moment and catch us. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

  Hunter looks at me. “You know what, I think I’d really like that.”

  The look in his eye tells me that I’ll be feeling more of his cock soon.

  And that sounds just fine.

  Hunter

  I draw a long fucking sigh and lie down on the mat. It’s wet. Probably from the sweat that we worked up. Probably from the fucking cum and juices and whatever else. God, is it fucking crazy that I don’t even care? I just want more of Natalie.

  I mean, I just fucking came so fucking hard with her and all I can think about is turning her over and doing it again. Of squeezing that ass again and spreading those cheeks. Slapping each cheek and watching it quiver. Squeezing it like dough. Then lifting that ass in the air and sticking my hot, thick, throbbing cock right back in her pussy. Getting my cock nice and wet and then pushing it slowly into her asshole while she cries out in pleasure. Feeling her body buck and whirl as I fuck the living daylights out of her and then emptying a giant load of hot steamy cum right into her.

  God, just thinking about this is making my cock all hard again. I seriously need to chill.

  “That was amazing,” Natalie purrs, turning over to me on the mat and scraping her finger down my chest and over my abs. She circles above my crotch and then lightly traces one finger over my semi-erect cock. It starts coming to attention.

  I look around me.

  I haven’t been this happy with a woman since…

  Fuck.

  Just being around the gym sometimes brings the thoughts back but sometimes just being happy is enough to do it too. I don’t know what the fuck to do about it.

  Sometimes I can’t get her out of my fucking head.

  I think back to all the fights I had where before I went out there, I said a prayer to her. Hoped she was watching me. Looking down at me from Heaven.

  “Hunter?” Natalie asks, laying a light kiss on my bicep and curling herself into me. “What’s going on?”

  “I’m just thinking, babe,” I say out loud, my voice slightly gruff. “Just thinking about shit.”

  “What kind of shit?” Natalie asks and I can almost hear the fucking smile on her face. “Penny for your thoughts?”

  I sigh. She doesn’t say anything and I know that she’s a grown ass woman. If I told her shit was private she’d leave it as is and not fucking bother me.

  But I don’t want that.

  I want to tell someone. I want to let someone in to my life. I don’t want to just fuck this woman and then go on my merry fucking way. I like this broad.

  But how do you let someone in on your life when your life is so fucked? How the fuck do you show them how bad of a mess you are?

  “You can tell me anything,” Natalie whispers, and I feel her body meld into mine.

  “Just thinking about the time I’ve spent in this gym,” I say at first and Natalie is silent. “All the fights I had.”

  She’s still silent. “And all the fights I’ve never had.”

  Natalie is silent for a moment longer.

  “Logan?” she asks.

  I don’t say anything. I don’t fucking need to.

  “We knew each other back in the day,” I say to her, staring up at the ceiling and I can feel her hands wrapping tighter around me.

  “Back then, back in college, Logan was big man on fucking campus. Came from a family with a lot of money. Was president of his fraternity. Was on the college boxing team. I was just a freshman and he was a sophomore and already half the fucking campus looked up to him. And when I pledged his fraternity – this poor kid with nothing but dreams of being a boxer – he went out of his way to talk to me. We fucking bonded in like a minute and before you knew it, we were like brothers.”

  I hear Natalie take a sharp breath.

  “We fucking did everything together. We trained together. Studied together. Had the same friends. Hell, we got drunk and fucked the same bitches sometimes. Passed her around,” I continue.

  I know what you’re thinking. You just fucked this gorgeous ass girl and you’re talking about fucking other girls.

  But something has happened. I can’t explain it.

  I'm no longer in control of my fucking words.

  “What happened?” Natalie asks. She’s not hung up about the girls in my past at all. God this woman is amazing.

  “Passing around sluts sort of stopped when I fell in love with a girl I met at our fraternity party. Her name was Sarah. We fucke
d for hours. I fell in love. But so did Logan,” I say.

  “And she didn’t want to choose?” Natalie asks.

  I shake my head.

  “It’s not that she didn’t want to choose,” I say. “It’s that she didn’t get a chance to.”

  Natalie is quiet and I continue.

  “It was her birthday and I was going over to celebrate at her sorority. I had a present for her. I even remember what I bought. A matching set of black lace La Perla. I had saved for two months to afford that shit,” I say. I can feel Natalie nestle her head against me.

  “But Logan was there too. I dunno, I think we both just lost it, seeing each other there after the same girl that we wanted to go for. We started arguing. Starting shouting. That’s when Sarah walked in. But we we already crossed the Rubicon. Don’t know who threw the first punch. But before we knew it, we were going at it guns blazing. She got upset. See, I think she loved us both. But she ran out, trying to get away from it all, and didn’t ever see the car coming down the street as it hit her,” I recite, bringing up long suppressed memories.

  “Oh my God,” Natalie gasps softly.

  I shake my head.

  “Died right then and there. No suffering, so I guess there’s that,” I whisper. Fuck, my heart is starting to fucking clench.

  “I’m so sorry,” Natalie breathes.

  I pause before I continue.

  “See, she never wanted us to fight. She never wanted us to lock horns. At the funeral, one of the last times I spoke to Logan, we decided we would never fight again. We could hate each other’s fucking guts, but out of respect, we would never fight and defile her memory. In life. And in the ring,” I confide.

  Natalie is silent.

  “That’s why we do different weight classes. That’s why we fucking ignore each other. Because we’re both holding on to the memory of Sarah. It’s the only thing we have,” I finish.

  I’ve said too much. I wouldn’t be fucking surprised if Natalie just up and left me at this point.

  But she doesn’t.

  She holds me tighter.

  And we lay there, for a long, long time.

  Natalie

  “That's really old school,” Michelle comments, looking at me as I place my tape recorder on my desk.

  “It was my father's,” I tell her, looking at the old recorder with a knot in my throat. Inside it, there's a tape, and inside that tape there's a recording… One that I made secretly.

  If you thought I was acting like a true Machiavellian when I told Hunter I wanted to meet at Asakura’s, you don't know the half of it. You see, I had the tape recorder going all throughout the night I spent with Hunter; and, despite the fact that this recorder is almost a relic, it still picks up everything and that quite easily, which means that this tape contains every single word Hunter told me. Yes, even his confession about his past with Logan.

  “Is that your interview with Mr. Handsome?”

  “Yes…” I whisper, not taking my eyes off the recorder. I know that with what I have in there that I can make a killing… Just imagine the amount of newspapers the Gazette would move if we published this? I mean, an exclusive story like this—it’d go around the world like a storm!

  “Let me hear it,” Michelle says suddenly, getting up from her seat and walking around her desk. She reaches for the recorder and I just act out of instinct; I grab it and press it against my chest, looking at her apprehensively. “Wow, girl, calm down. What's in there?”

  “There's, uhm, private stuff in here too…” I mumble meekly, warm blood rushing to my cheeks and coloring them in a violent red.

  “OH MY GOD! You're such a slut, Natalie!” She laughs, placing one hand on my shoulder and squeezing. Once more she tries to reach for the recorder, and I clutch it to my chest even more tightly.

  “It's nothing like that,” I say, even though my private workout in Hunter's gym is on the tape as well. I listened to it last night, and let me tell you… We put on quite a show. We were so loud that I bet anyone walking past the gym heard my moans and screams of pleasure. Oh, well.

  “Yeah, right.” She rolls her eyes at me, an amused smile on her lips, but she walks back to her desk and sits down. Propping her feet up on the desk, she laces her fingers behind her head and leans back against the seat. “Was it interesting? The interview, I mean.”

  “Yeah, it was… perhaps too interesting,” I reply, sighing heavily and running one hand through my hair. I have no idea about what I should do. Can I really write about what Hunter told me? He didn't confess about his past because I was interviewing him, after all, he did it because… well, because he trusted me. I don't know if I have the guts to break that trust just because I want to further my career. I'm not that machiavellian.

  “What are you two yapping about?” Fat Ed asks us, stepping through the doorway to our office. His shirt seems tighter than usual, his paunch stretching the fabric thin, and I realize that he’s been growing even fatter these past months. Now that he’s close to retiring, I guess that he has already started to let go. Not a good strategy, in my opinion; he’s already fat, and with all the amount of smoking he does… That’s just a disaster waiting to happen.

  “Nothing,” I tell him quickly, putting on a fake smile as I try and cover my tape recorder with a copy of today’s newspaper. He glances in that direction as I do it, and I can’t be entirely sure if he didn’t notice that I was trying to hide something. “We were just discussing the profile I have to write on Hunter.”

  “I see,” he whispers, looking from me to Michelle, the way he’s narrowing his eyes letting me know that he’s trying to peer into our very souls. “Did you find anything interesting?” He continues, once again turning his gaze toward me.

  “Uhm, well,” I start, my heart suddenly jumping into a trot, “not really. I mean, I have some interesting material to work with, but nothing earth-shattering. He’s just another boring boxer, but I guess I can write a quality article out of the things he told me.”

  “I see,” he growls, his eyes on mine for what seems like an eternity. Then, without saying a word more, he simply turns around and leaves, only leaving behind the stale smell of his cigarette smoke.

  “Now that was some high-quality bullshitting,” Michelle whistles, glancing at me sideways. “What’s inside that tape, Natalie?”

  “Something the world doesn’t need to know,” I say softly, looking up at her and smiling. She looks back at me for a few seconds, and then just nods.

  “Do what ya gotta do, girl.”

  “Yeah,” I whisper, opening the recorder and pulling out the tape. I stare at it and then, grabbing it tightly, I lean back against my seat and raise my arms up, almost as if I were preparing to make a free throw. Flicking my wrist fast, I let go of the tension in my fingers and the tape flies away in an arch, landing straight inside the trash basket in the corner of the office.

  “Three points,” Michelle says, clapping her hands together. “You should’ve been a basketball player.”

  “Thanks,” I whisper, even though I’m really not in the mood for jokes. I just threw into the trash the opportunity of a lifetime, so yeah, excuse me if I’m not in the best of moods right now.

  “Hey,” she calls me softly, “it’s alright, Natalie. Not every story has to be a story.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Some things are better kept in the shadows… We’re journalists, I know that. But we also have what I like to call common sense. Never put your job in front of your common sense. Or integrity, for that matter.”

  Who’d have thought that Michelle, the laziest journalist in the whole Gazette, a cynical hard-drinker, would be the one imparting me with her wisdom?

  “Thank you,” I merely say, smiling.

  God bless her; I’d go crazy without Michelle.

  Logan

  The rope slices the air.

  Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

  I continue jumping at a steady rhythm, swinging the rope over my head, on
e second after the next.

  The scene from the sushi restaurant keeps replaying in my mind.

  Hunter. Natalie. The two of them leaving together.

  Thwack. Fuck Hunter. Thwack.

  Sweat trickles down my biceps.

  I've never been so angry in my entire life. And this isn't like me. Not normally. But I can't help it. The one man who has been my rival for over a decade—Hunter—has bested me. And that isn't all. He's taken off with the one woman I'm interested in.

  Natalie. Na-ta-lie … three syllables that have come to symbolize a drop-dead sexy, funny, and whip smart woman.

  True, she unexpectedly appeared in my life, but I'm glad she did, and there's no way I'm letting her slip out of it now, just to be taken away by Hunter.

  Again.

  This isn't the first woman Hunter has taken from me.

  I let go of the jump rope and drop to the ground, pumping my arms and performing quick pushups. Maybe that will clear my mind.

  One. Two. Three. Inhale. Exhale.

  I need to stay focused. There's a Japanese proverb that says, "After victory, tighten your helmet chord." That's exactly what I plan to do.

  Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine.

  Sweat's now dripping into my eyes. I'm trying to stay focused on my training, but no matter what I do, I can't stop thinking about Natalie.

  I slide my hands into a pair of boxing gloves and hit a weighted bag.

  Bwap! Bwap! Bwap!

  I bounce on the balls of my feet. I jab, hook, and cross until my muscles burn, completely spent, and my breathing is ragged.

  I can't ignore this. I can't get Natalie out of my mind.

  There's only one solution. I need to see her.

  I need to see Natalie now, at her office.

  I grab a hand towel and drag it across my forehead, wiping the sweat from my face.

  "Finished already, boss?" a voice says.

  I turn around and see one of my sparring partners gearing up for the ring, securing padding across his abdomen.

  "Something came up. Another time?" I'm so distracted that I forgot about our sparring session.