Fighting Back (Fighting For Love Book 5)

by James, Marysol

  When his tongue began to lap at her juices, she almost wept with relief – until she realized that he was just using the very tip, and that he was drawing back with every flick. And Mia lost it, just lost any and all control, and she began to beg, to shake, to say what she knew he’d been waiting to hear. What he’d teased and tormented out of her with this slow, careful torture.

  “Please lick me,” she said in a voice that she didn’t even recognize as her own, beyond caring or shame now. “Please fuck me with your tongue… kiss me deep. Please, Nick… please make me come.”

  A growl erupted from deep in his chest at her words, and he did as she asked. Did it all, did it again and again, until Mia was clutching handfuls of the bed sheet above her head and arching her whole body in to his mouth. She couldn’t use her hands, but she sure as hell could use her legs, so she wrapped them around his head, pulling him in that way.

  As she pulled at him, Nick just let himself fall in to her wet, hot need, loving her taste, loving her aroma. Good sweet God, how he’d missed this.

  Missed feeling her grinding against his mouth, desperately chasing that climax that he kept dangling just out of her reach. Missed listening to her breathing grow more labored, more frantic, as she approached that tantalizing edge of bliss. And finally, what he’d missed the most of all: the way that she writhed and twisted and called his name when she toppled over that edge, fell head-long in to the ecstasy that he’d given her.

  Fuck, yeah. He’d missed this. He’d missed Mia like this.

  She was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind, but he didn’t let up. He kept the pressure on her taut bundle of nerves, made sure that she rode every wave of her shattering, exhilarating orgasm. It wasn’t until her thighs loosened, released him, fell back to the bed, that he eased up on her, just a bit. Just enough to let her catch her breath.

  Well, he let her do that for a minute. Then he slid two thick fingers inside her soaked channel and licked her glistening clit… and she arched up again, ready and moaning and so damn hungry for round two.

  His fingers inside of her felt amazing – like he was filling her up and completing her in ways that she hadn’t even known that she’d needed. Mia had known that she’d been emotionally empty lately, of course. She’d been too full of worry and fear to let in much of anything good or positive… but she hadn’t known how physically empty she’d been without Nick touching her deep.

  Nick probing and pressing in to her pussy felt like he was completing her in some ways that she didn’t fully understand, but she accepted as true anyway. His fingers moved with such confidence and memory, seeking that place inside her that always made her melt. As he found it and pressed down on it, hard and deep, he rolled her clit between his lips and lightly sucked.

  With a cry, Mia came up off the bed, and Nick gripped her generous hip in his free hand, holding her down for him. His fingers relentlessly stroked that magic little spot inside her, his tongue relentlessly stroked her clit, stroked her inside and outside with the same lazy rhythm.

  As she began to struggle against his hold and thrust up in to his touch, his pace increased, sped up, got deeper and harder – until it all overwhelmed her and Mia came again, came with a wail, the sound shattering the still night. Her cry was heart-wrenching and heartfelt, maybe even a little bit lost, and Nick quickly pulled himself up and over her.

  “Mia?” He tried to kiss her, but she ducked her head and hid her face against him. “You alright?”

  She nodded in to his chest, but didn’t say anything.

  A bit worried about her, Nick stretched his massive frame fully over her smaller one, held her as close as he could as she recovered. That was when he noticed that her fingers were still wrapped tightly in the sheets and gently, he reached over her head and uncurled them.

  “You can touch me now, angel,” he muttered in her ear. “It’s OK, babe… hold on to me.”

  Right away, Mia threw her arms around him, her fingers digging in to the muscles on his back even through his t-shirt. He smiled, stroked her hair, felt her body loosen and soften at last. When her breathing had finally settled and evened out, she pulled back to look at him.

  “You good?” Nick asked her, thinking that she looked breathtakingly gorgeous. She was all pink and gold, all satisfied, sated woman. “You good, babe?”

  “Oh, yeah,” she said, her eyes glowing in the half-darkness. “I’m so much more than good, I can promise you.”

  He laughed, then stiffened a bit as her fingers tugged his shirt up. “Mia –”

  “Your turn,” she said. “Let me see you, Nick. Let me see all of you. Please.”

  He stared down at her, knowing that the time had come at long last. Mia needed to see him totally naked – and he wasn’t just talking about his clothes. Nick had to be vulnerable in front of her, vulnerable in every way possible – and he had to trust her with that vulnerability.

  In this moment, he knew that he did. He trusted her, and he trusted her totally.

  Mia felt him relax and she knew that he was silently giving her permission to continue. She kissed him and pulled his shirt off, then just stared at him. Like, stared with her mouth hanging open; stared with her eyes blinking stupidly.

  Nick had always been a huge, muscular guy. For as long as Mia had known him, he’d been physically active and he’d worked out religiously and ferociously… but it was now clear to Mia that the upper body strengthening workouts he was doing in his physio were having a major impact on his body.

  The man was way more muscular, way more ripped, way bigger. Her response to all that male power and strength was automatic and it was helpless: her stomach clenched and her pussy fluttered.

  She couldn’t wait to get her hands and mouth all over him.

  “Something wrong, babe?” he asked her, wondering at the weird look on her face.

  “Uh, no. Quite the opposite, actually.” Mia ran her fingers over the large tattoo on his strong back, admiring the muscle flexing under her touch. “You look amazing.”

  “Yeah, well, I had to go buy some bigger t-shirts.”

  “Mmmm. I like it.”

  His eyes flared at her purr, and he reached for her. She shook her head, though, deftly avoided his hands. He was disappointed until she crawled off the bed naked and knelt on the floor between his legs. Then he wanted nothing more than to see what she’d do next.

  When she undid his belt and started to tug off his jeans and boxers, he froze. Just for a second. But she wasn’t about to be deterred, and she pulled them off and threw them aside. And there they were – Nick sitting naked and shaking with nerves, and Mia just inches away from his prosthetic.

  “Show me,” she said softly. “Show me your leg, babe.”

  “Mia…”

  “No words.” She rose to her knees, kissed his lips so gently, so sweetly. “Just show me.”

  He shut his eyes and prayed for strength… and then he started to do as she asked.

  With shaking hands, he slipped the liner off his lower thigh, slid it down his knee and let it fall loose at the top of the prosthetic. Once the holding, strapping tension of the elastic liner had been released, he was able to just step right out of his prosthetic, just step out as easy as if he were stepping off a step. And in a way, that’s exactly how it worked with him.

  “Does it still hurt?” Mia asked in a hushed voice. “Having the end of your leg pressed down like that all the time?”

  “Sometimes,” he admitted. “But not as much as it used to.”

  “It’s getting better?”

  He gave her a smile. “Every day, babe. Every day it gets a bit better.”

  She nodded, then turned her attention back to his leg. She saw what looked like a beige-brown bandage on the end of the stump. Nick’s hand moved to the material, slid it off the rounded end of his limb.

  “This is called a sock,”
he told her. “I wear two of them, one on top of the other. I tried just one, but it wasn’t enough padding for me. I needed more of a cushion.”

  Mia nodded again, watched as he slipped off a second sock. Now there was a white ‘bandage’ on his stump.

  “This is the second liner,” he explained. “It’s the final barrier between my prosthetic and my flesh.”

  “So you take this off, and I’ll see your amputation?”

  “Yes.”

  “OK.”

  He hesitated. “Mia –”

  “Please, Nick. Show me.”

  He held his breath, grasped the liner and then – in one movement and before he could change his mind – he yanked it off. Cool air hit his heated flesh, and it was both refreshing and terrifying.

  Nick just sat there, staring at his stump, trying to get up the courage to look at Mia’s face. When he finally did, he saw calm and serenity and total acceptance.

  She glanced up at him. “Can I touch you?”

  “Mia,” he began. “You don’t have to…”

  “I know that I don’t have to.” She rested her hands on his thighs but didn’t move them. She tipped her head back and held his eyes. “I’m saying that I’d like to, and I’m asking you if I can.”

  Nick gazed at her, his throat getting tighter with every passing second. He nodded, since speaking was impossible at that moment. She nodded back, then dropped her eyes to his left leg.

  So impossibly gently, she ran her fingers down his leg, ran them over his knee, ran them over the rounded end of the stump. She skimmed his scars, her touch as light and soft as a butterfly, followed the curve of flesh and bone. Her touch was healing and giving and generous, and Nick could have sworn that he felt her love for him just pouring out through her fingertips. She was accepting him in ways and to depths that Nick hadn’t dared let himself hope for – and now that it was happening, he knew that this was what he’d ached for all along.

  God, the gift that she’d just given him. He wondered if she’d ever really, truly understand what she’d just done. The hurts that she’d just healed, the anger that she’d just calmed, the fear that she’d just soothed.

  All with a whisper-soft touch.

  “Mia?”

  “You’re perfect, babe,” she said quietly. “Perfect.”

  To Nick’s absolute horror, tears began to rise. He blinked, blinked again, fighting to contain them, but it was hopeless. And anyway, why was he hiding them from Mia? This was the woman of his heart and as such, he needed to show her his heart. All the time and everywhere, no matter how scary that might be.

  He took a deep, shuddering breath and she heard him. She looked at him now and when she saw the tears running down his cheeks, her face softened even more.

  Mia reached out, stroked his damp cheeks. “I love you.”

  He nodded and a sob broke from his lips. “Mia…”

  Right away, she rose to her knees once more, and took him in her arms as he wept. His arms wrapped around her and he turned his face in to her neck – and he just cried.

  His crying wasn’t angry, she was relieved to see. It wasn’t even really about hurt, or loss, or fear. Yes, it had aspects of all of those things – and no surprise about that – but his tears were overwhelmingly tears of letting go and moving on.

  The best kind of tears, then. The kind that she’d been hoping to see at long last. Cleansing tears.

  When he took her mouth, she hesitated. Just for a second. But his hands rose to cradle her face and his lips became more demanding, more needy. And Mia knew that he wanted to show her how he felt about her.

  For a man like Nick, actions spoke far louder than words… and in so many ways and so much of the time, actions were all that he could handle. So damn often, words eluded him, they choked him, they betrayed him. But his hands, and lips, and eyes, and yes – oh God yes – his cock, never lied. They always, always told Mia Nick’s truth… and the truth that he needed her to know and hear right now was how much he loved her, how desperately he needed her.

  So she decided to let him tell her, in the best way that he knew how.

  Nick felt her give over to him, and he actually sighed in to her mouth with relief. He needed to make love to her, he needed it like he needed air. More than that, he knew that Mia needed it… she needed that closeness and comfort. She’d been on her own and strong for so long now – he wanted her to trust enough to fall to pieces in his arms.

  Again.

  He hauled her up on to his lap and she spread her legs, let them dangle on either side of his thighs. Their kisses were heating up now, getting longer and stronger. Their hands were roaming freely over each other’s bodies, tracing muscles and curves. Nick’s cock hardened between them, pressed in to Mia’s soft belly, and he groaned when she began to stroke him, circling the tip with her thumb with every pass.

  “Mia,” he muttered in to her mouth. “I’m not gonna last if you do that.”

  “No?” She kissed him, slow and hot. “So what do we do with this instead?”

  “Will you ride me?” he asked, his request more of an order. “I want to see you above me, angel, see my cock moving in and out of you.”

  “Oh, yeah.” She smiled up at him, stroked his rough cheek with her fingers. “You know I love being on top.”

  He lay back on their bed, his large hands on her hips. “Do I need to use something?”

  “No,” she whispered, positioning herself above him, his steely length in his hand. “I’m still on the pill.”

  “Awesome,” Nick grated out. “‘Cause I’m about to die if I can’t get inside you.”

  “Well,” Mia purred again, stroking herself with his cock, letting him slip in an inch, then sliding him out. “We can’t have that.”

  “Mia…”

  Her name was almost a warning, but she didn’t choose to heed it. Instead, she teased him the way that he’d teased her earlier: small touches, soft rubs, letting him in to her slick heat – just for a second – then pulling up and away. Over and over, she stroked him along her soaked slit before drawing back, running her fingers over his swollen tip. And after about two minutes of this, Nick was begging, begging the way that she’d begged just moments earlier.

  “Fuck, babe,” he gasped, trying to pull her down on him. He threw his head back in to the mattress, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought to stay in control. “I need to feel you… I need to fuck you. Please Mia. Please let me in.”

  “Well, why didn’t you just say so?” she said.

  “Enough,” he snarled, done playing. His fingers dug in to her hips, pushing her in to position. “Now, babe. Take me inside now.”

  “Your wish is my command,” she breathed. “Even if you are super-bossy.”

  She was so drenched, so ready, that he slid in with no effort at all. They both cried out, then froze, stared at each other silently. Her palms were flat on his immense chest, bracing herself, and his hands cupped her curvy ass, pushing himself as deep as he could. Silent, panting, they just savored the fact that he was fully seated inside her and they were now as close as it was humanly possible to be… they were one body, one being. They were one.

  Without a word, Nick sat up and gathered her in his arms. He mouthed gentle kisses down her throat, cherishing her, marking her. Mia was surprised when a sob shook her body, and Nick took her chin between his strong fingers, forced her eyes up to his.

  “Hurts?” he grated out. “I’m hurting you?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “I’m just – I’ve missed this so much. I love you.”

  His face softened almost impossibly. “I love you too, Mia. I’m never leaving you alone with anything, not ever again.”

  She smiled at his words and he responded by rolling his hips. She gasped, tears forgotten now, and he grinned.

  “Do that again,” she commanded. “H
arder.”

  Nick did as she said, and she arched her back, her hands planted behind her on his thighs. He ducked his head and sucked her nipple in to his eager mouth, tongue flicking over the bud. She groaned, bucked, took him deeper.

  Nick slid his hands back to her ass, started to lift and lower her on his cock. She moved with him, lifting and lowering herself on her knees, taking him deeper in to her body with every plunge down. He rubbed against her clit with every slide in and out, and she dug her nails in to his strong legs, holding on for dear life as he pounded in to her without mercy, fucking her like his life depended on it.

  Maybe it did, though. Maybe she was his life.

  “Nick,” she said, her voice pure, shrieking need. “Nick… more…”

  Beyond speech, he grunted and pushed himself as high and deep as possible. Mia gave a strangled cry, her back arching more, her tousled curls now tumbling over his legs, tickling his skin.

  Losing control and not even caring, Nick fisted her hair in his hand, pulled her down farther so her head was almost on the floor and he could see between their bodies. He watched his cock slam in and out of her sweet pussy, saw her breasts bouncing with every savage thrust.

  “Damn, yes,” he groaned, his eyes nailed on where they were joined, watching himself take her over and over. “Yes, Mia… so fucking gorgeous, babe.”

  Mia shut her eyes, almost dizzy from the pleasure he was giving her, her body needing more of what he was giving her. In this moment, she knew as keenly as she ever had that she was always going to need Nick, and that she’d always need what only Nick gave her.

  He was it and everything for her… he was the last man that she’d ever know or need this way.

  From far away, she heard herself pleading with him over and over, heard herself saying please please please, saying it like it was a prayer of deliverance. That was when Nick slipped his hand to her hot little button and with his usual perfect aim, he hit it in just the right way, with just the right amount of pressure.

  And Mia exploded; she just detonated on him. Convulsing and calling his name the whole time.

  Her orgasm gripped his cock in hard spasms, and he groaned and gave himself up to his own intense, gut-ripping release. His climax was so fucking good that it was almost painful, but it was the best pain that he’d ever known, and it was a pain that he’d kill to know again. He wanted to know it every single day of his life, and he only wanted to know it with her.