Long Shot: An MMA Stepbrother Romance

by Whitlow, Lexi

  “Please... please...” she whines.

  “There are a lot of things I can do, Nat. But I want to hear it from your lips.” I trail my fingers over her pussy again. It’s neatly trimmed, and I wonder, as I move my fingers up and down over its sweetness, if she did that for me before she came over here. The thought makes me want to explode. God, I know she’s angry, she’s frustrated. And I know that’ll make it even more delicious when she comes on my cock. And she will. But first, I want her to beg for it.

  “Make me come,” she says, her voice soft, pleading. I slip my fingers inside of her again, press my thumb against her clit, circle it until she’s shuddering on my fingers.

  “How, Natalie? Tell me what you want me to do.”

  “I want you to...” She pauses. I see the blush rising over her neck and into her cheeks, and I brush the hair away so I can see it better. I want to feel her embarrassment, to own it. It’s part of the process of her becoming mine, even if she doesn’t know it yet. Even if this was never part of the plan.

  “What Nat? Do you want to come on my cock, or on my tongue... or both?” She blushes hard again, and I have the thought that she’s like a lot of women: no man has ever asked her what she wants, what she needs.

  “Both,” she breathes. “I want it all.”

  I growl and bring my hand to my cock, then I step back and slip off my shorts. Nat looks back at me and inhales sharply when she sees my cock. “Impressed?” I ask and raise an eyebrow.

  “I’m a doctor,” she says, but she’s still blushing. “I’ve seen a lot of—”

  “None like this, and not just for you. Because I tell you what, Natty. You’re a country girl at heart, sassy and quick and clever as hell.” I flip her over and pull her to the cushion of the sofa. In one swift movement, I have her legs spread open and her ass pulled to the edge of the cushion. “You’re not just a doctor. You’re a woman, too. Now what was it you wanted me to do?” I kneel down and spread her thighs further apart, running my fingers over her pussy lips again. She’s soaking wet, hot and slippery, moaning and arching her back as I guide my fingers over her skin.

  “Make me come,” she says. Her voice has a sudden ring of confidence to it.

  “Please? Can you say please for me? That’s what I want to hear.”

  “Make me come, please. Lick me.” She emphasizes the hard consonant at the end of lick, and I chuckle, leaning in closer to her. I plunge a finger deep inside, and it slides in without hesitation. She moans and nearly lifts her ass off the sofa. Bringing my face between her legs, I take her clit into my mouth and suck it gently, flicking my tongue over the top. Her little gasps and sighs are like music, her taste sharp and sweet and all the things I’ve ever imagined she would be. I lick down the length of her sex, replacing my finger with my tongue for just a moment. Natalie tightens her legs around my neck, traces her fingers through my close-cropped hair. Her pussy throbs against my tongue as I lick her, darting my tongue in and out before traveling back up to her clit and sucking it in my mouth again. I swirl my tongue over it until she’s writhing against me, the sounds from her throat primal and raw, like an animal. She arches her back and starts to come against me. At the last moment, I thrust my tongue inside of her once more.

  “Oh shit, fuck...” The stream of profanity coming from her sweet little mouth as she bucks against my mouth only makes me harder. There hasn’t been a woman yet who’s made me come with just the sound of her voice, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Natalie was the first. With a growl, I pull away from her before she stops writhing, and I flip her back over on the couch, ass in the air like I like it. I lean down and grab the condom from the pocket of my shorts and roll it onto my length. She’s still moaning, and now she’s touching herself, still on all fours just like I want her.

  “Jesus,” I mutter. “That’s so fucking hot.”

  “Just fuck me,” she says. Her eyelids nearly flutter shut with lust, and she keeps moving her fingers over her clit. I move behind her and grab her waist, pushing the head of my cock against her slickness. The heat of her entrance almost undoes me, almost makes me lose my mind. But then I come back to my senses and pull her hips toward me, pushing my full length inside her. She exhales, letting all of the air out of her lungs—it’s like a sigh of relief. Maybe she’s been waiting for this too. Maybe through all my idiocy and all the risks I took and all the pain I put her through just to save her from me... maybe it’s all been worthless. Maybe we’ve been headed to this place all along. I start fucking her, slowly, savoring each stroke, each movement where my body collides with hers. I try to be gentle, try to hold back. She feels so fucking tight, completely encasing my cock, that I feel like I’ll hurt her if I fuck her like I want. But then she turns back to me with that look in her eyes again.

  “Harder,” she says, her voice breathy. I grind into her, driving deeper and faster into her pussy. “Oh my God, yes, like that. Keep going,” she says.

  “Touch yourself again,” I say as I bend over and grab her hair, bracing myself against the couch with my other hand. My left shoulder aches, and I know I should be gentler on it, but there’s no way I’m going to let this woman down due to a little discomfort. The sensation of filling her up takes me over, and I keep fucking her hard. I can feel her pussy swelling around my cock, and I know she’s close again. Her release prepped her for this, and she wants it. I can tell from the way her muscles tighten and release in the small of her back. “Come for me. Come on my cock, Natalie.”

  She moans, throaty and wild, impaling herself on my cock over and over as she reaches back with her hand to touch her clit. I bury myself inside of her again and again, my balls slapping against her with every movement.

  “Come on Nat, come for me baby,” I say again. I keep pumping my cock into her sweet tightness, crashing into her. I grip her waist with one hand, using the leverage to reach her deeper. I can tell she’s close to the edge, but she’s holding out, hanging on to that idea of herself—the good girl, the one who got away. But I see it now—she never did get away from me. And for once, I’m fucking thrilled. I fuck her harder until she begins to let go. “You’re mine baby, you’re mine… you can let go now,” I groan.

  “Oh God,” she says, her voice raspy. “I’m... I’m... oh fuck…” Her voice trails off, and I slide my hand under her body and cup one of her tits, her fine perfect tits, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her pussy swells and throbs against my cock as she lets out a long, breathy whimper. Thrusting back against me, she comes hard, and I ride her through wave after wave of her orgasm. When she shudders against me, I feel the fire rising inside of me, releasing all at once as I come deep inside.

  I fall against her, kissing her neck, brushing her golden waves over her shoulder. Sometime later, we fall into my bedroom.

  And it’s only when we wake up that I realize she might not have been ready for all of this.

  But here we go. It’s all happening.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  “I’ll let you stay until the fight, Josh, but no longer than that.” I trace my fingers over his bicep. The muscles are firm and tense, like they’re poised to strike at any moment.

  “Yeah, okay,” he says, his face still turned away. “That’s the best thing, isn’t it?” His voice is blank, flat, almost like it’s purposefully devoid of emotion, like he’s hiding something underneath that he doesn’t want me to find. Worry flickers through my chest, making its way down to my belly.

  “What happened last night...” I start, but my thoughts won’t translate to words. Instead, I feel the place where his shoulder separated from its joint, checking for signs of healing, for signs of further injury. He doesn’t flinch, which is good, but the training will slow his recovery. He won’t stop it, no matter what I tell him to do. Even if I let him know I think it’s a train wreck waiting to happen, he won’t stop, he won’t relent. When he explained it, when the pieces finally fit together in my head, I saw the determination in his eyes, saw what he�
��d put at stake.

  But where do I fit in all of this? I’m still not sure. For a moment, heat prickles at the back of my eyes, and tears start to form. I roll away. Josh follows my body and swallows me up in his warmth, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his body against mine.

  “What were you going to say? That it can’t happen again?” Josh brushes my hair away from the back of my neck and kisses me there. “Don’t say that.” His voice, deep and raspy with sleep, vibrates against my ear and sends tingles down my spine. I shiver, and he pulls me in closer. A thrill runs through me, and again, my body is responding to Josh without my consent. I melt into him, let him hold me. There is no response I can give.

  How did I let this happen? I can’t let it happen again, not now, not ever. Josh doesn’t hear that thought—instead, he’s listening to the warmth of my body, and his cock is rising against my ass. Leaning forward, he kisses my earlobe, darting his tongue out to touch its surface. He pulls it into his mouth and bites down gently, and I respond with a moan. His hand finds my breasts, rolling and pulling at each nipple, his rough, calloused flesh biting into the soft skin, heightening my pleasure even though it hurts.

  “Josh,” I sigh, my voice urgent, needy. Heat is already pooling between my legs and my sex pulses with need. My body is waking up from its anxiety and falling hard into arousal, fire coursing through my veins. Josh chuckles, the heat of his breath sending shocks through every reach of my body.

  “Are you wet, Natalie?” He speaks my name with sarcasm, in a tone I haven’t heard since we were in high school. It should disgust me—it should make me think about all the woman he’s practiced these lines with. But hell, the way he says my name sounds dirty as hell, filled with innuendo, filled with all the things we did last night. “Is your pussy wet for this cock?” He pulls his hand away from my breasts and strokes himself. I listen to him as his breath grows faster, and a flush creeps over me.

  I inhale sharply, and my pussy throbs. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, it is.”

  “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” I close my eyes and blush hard. I’ve never had a man speak dirty to me—and if he had, I’m sure I wouldn’t have responded. Sex has always been pleasant, a sweet way to connect with a man, but it’s never been filthy like it was last night. I think of Josh’s words, of his voice when he told me how beautiful I was. His voice right now doesn’t sound anything like that—and nothing like anything I’ve ever wanted. But fuck, right now, my sex pulses with primal need. I reach down and spread my thighs, feeling the wetness between my legs, pulling it up over my clit. It occurs to me then that I want both the man who tells me I’m beautiful and the man who fucks me raw and tells me I’m his. And here he is, all in one person, the man I’ve wanted for my entire adult life.

  Things that seem too good to be true often are, Natalie.

  “Tell me what you want Nat, or you get nothing at all.” He reaches over and grabs my hand, pulls it away from my throbbing clit. “And you don’t get to touch yourself—not this time.” He leans in and kisses my neck, nibbling, licking, sucking. He forces his knees between my legs from behind and moves so that the tip of his cock is pressing against the entrance of my pussy. “If you don’t tell me, then I get to do exactly what I want, and I swear you won’t walk for a week.” I think of his hands coming down on my ass, smarting and throbbing as he fucked me.

  “I want you... I want you to fuck me, Josh.” My voice comes out in a sigh, and he chuckles again, pulling my fingers to his mouth and licking off the wetness from my pussy.

  “Are you sure you don’t want me to eat your pussy?” He thrusts against me, the head of his cock strumming over my wet folds and meeting my clit. Everything in my body tenses, cries out to be filled. I shake my head emphatically.

  “No,” I breathe. “Fuck me. I want your cock.” I say the last words firmly, emphasizing the hard consonants, the word erotic and naughty as it falls off my tongue.

  I move my hand down to his cock, placing my fingers over his, stroking it, listening to his sighs. When he entered me for the first time last night, I felt like I knew lust, desire for the first time. I’d had sex plenty of times, not much compared to some other women I knew in their twenties, but what Josh had given me was different. Gentle one moment, rough and hard the next.

  “It can’t happen again, but...” My voice trails off, and I roll back toward him so that the front of my body faces his. I swing my leg over his thigh and keep stroking his cock. He takes his hand away and closes his eyes, panting and groaning softly as I stroke him. A bead of precum appears at his tip, and I move my thumb over it, spreading it around the head of his cock. He moans and thrusts into my hands.

  “Nat, how can you expect me to not want you... not to touch you...”

  “You’ll have to take this moment for what it is.” I release my grip and slide down the bed to kneel between his legs. I’ve wanted his cock between my lips since I first met him, since I first understood that I could bring him pleasure. I’d been thinking about him since them, denying my attraction to anyone who suspected. He was always my stepbrother, always the bad boy who didn’t match anything I wanted. But here, in this bed, we’re just Natalie and Josh, flesh meeting flesh, desire fulfilling desire. We’re not fighters or doctors, or any other label someone might put on us. I stroke Josh faster and bend forward to take his cock in my mouth.

  “Fuck yes,” he sighs, his voice thick with desire. His cock is hard as steel in my hand, the head of it hot and smooth between my lips. I cup his balls in my hand, rubbing the sensitive area beneath as I hold the head of his cock in my mouth. I flick my tongue over the bottom side of the tip, and Josh shudders. I can see a ripple through his muscles, and I imagine the tension of need building deep inside his body. From below, Josh thrusts hard into my throat, and I moan as he hits the back of my throat. I sputter for a moment but I keep on swirling my tongue over his cock, tasting his essence. “Natalie.” He groans my name. “Stop, baby, come on.”

  I sit up, pulling away from his cock. “What? Was I doing it wrong? It’s been a long time...” I wipe my hand across my mouth, and Josh laughs out loud.

  “No, Nat. If you kept going, I was going to come in your mouth.” He grins.

  “Isn’t that good?”

  “Not when I know how wet your pussy is. Not when you’re straddling me, looking like that, no it’s not.” He reaches over to the nightstand and rips open a foil packet, pulling out a condom. His gaze doesn’t leave my face as he slides the condom onto his formidable length. I’m mesmerized, watching his body—even the small movements of his muscles as he slips the condom onto his cock are perfect, full of languid, smooth sexiness. He reaches for my hips and pulls me on top of his cock. I nearly topple onto him, and a blush of embarrassment rises over me. My body still feels wired, pulsing in time with Josh’s, the need deep and insane, like nothing I’d ever felt before last night. But he can see my body, all of it. Time seems to slow down, and I watch his eyes as they travel over me, my cheeks growing hot.

  “Ride my cock, Natalie.” He groans and tightens his grip on my ass, grabbing it and bringing my body forward so that my pussy slides to his tip. I blush hard, my heart beating fast.

  I pause and pull the hair away from my face. “I’ve never—”

  “You did last night.” He reaches up with his right hand and cups my breast, twirling the nipple and sending shocks through my system, straight down to my sex. It is dripping, ready for him, but I’m still frozen.

  “I mean, not this way. I’ve gotten... I’ve gained weight since I went away to school—”

  “Natalie,” he says, looking me in the eye and pulling me down on top of his body. He pulls my hair and brings my face to his, then covers my lips with his, his tongue searching mine out for a brief moment. He pulls my hair gently, and the biting sensation of pain mixes with the excitement coiled deep inside my body. “Don’t ever let me hear you doubt how fucking beautiful you are. Call this whatever
you want—this thing between us—but know that you’re perfect in my eyes.” His hazel-green eyes meet mine and he pulls my hair harder, bending his head to kiss my neck, nuzzling and licking. “Nat, right now this pussy is mine. In this bed, you belong to me. And I want you to do as I say. Do you understand?”