by Lux Miller
She gasps and I can’t help but smile and tease, “Oh come on, I’m not that ugly!”
She shakes her head, her voice dropping an octave. “No, you’re not. Not at all…”
I groan as the meaning of her words slaps me like a high school fool that just mouthed off. I’m sitting beside her on the couch, trying to find my bearings to center my mind that’s racing through a thousand possibilities right now. She tightens her hands around mine and murmurs, “Will you teach me to fight?”
I jerk my hands back and shake my head quickly. “Absolutely not. But I will teach you how to defend yourself, because Poppy, if you go back to him, you’d better know how…”
Poppy nods and stands up off the couch, motioning to the floor. “Show me, Storm. Because whether my marriage is over or not, I’m going to have to face Brad again at some point. Show me how to defend myself…”
I stand up off the couch too, my eyes watching her as she pulls the small coffee table across the room to clear out a small area in front of the couch. I motion for her to move, and she does. I gather up the tea mugs and set them in the kitchen, then set about moving the furniture all out of the room so that we’re left with a small square of open space.
“If you’re on your feet, you can run. But if you go down, you have to be prepared to protect the most sensitive parts of your body. And this goes for defending against anyone, not just him. Protect your chest, your head, and your gut. A good blow to any of the three can knock you out and if you’re unconscious, you’re completely vulnerable.”
I get down on my knees and motion for her to do the same. “I don’t know how much of my fight you saw, but only half of what I do is throwing punches and kicks. A large part of it is rooted in wrestling. Because whoever has the upper hand has the advantage.”
She watches me curiously, then drops to her knees across from me. I inhale unsteadily, then ask her, “Do you trust me?”
I lick my lips to wet them and pull my shirt off over my head. “Don’t want to stretch it out of shape. I don’t have a lot of nice clothes.”
Poppy nods and does the same with her own shirt. I swallow hard as it lands on the floor behind her, leaving her in a pair of knit shorts and a sports bra. I glance down at my own attire of gym shorts and hope that I can keep myself under control as I show her the basics of defense. “Are you sure you’re okay with me touching you?”
Poppy levels her gaze at me, “If you can… I won’t stop you, but I’m not intending to let you pin me down.”
She leaps at me unexpectedly and gets her arms tightly around my torso before I can say another word. It was a brave move, but it’s sloppy and I’m easily double her weight. I shake my head and drop my shoulder into her chest, twist our bodies and pin her to the floor easily. “Know your opponent’s weaknesses. If you don’t know them, stall and learn them. Then exploit them.”
She winces from the floor and I move my arms off of her, then offer her a hand up. She takes it and I pull her up to her knees. “What’s my weakness?”
She frowns as she lets her eyes rove over my body. “Besides your head, which I’m not going to get near, you don’t have any. Your legs are strong and flexible, so you could just as easily pull me down with them as your arms if I try to dominate you from above. And if I try to go underneath you and roll you, you’ll just squish me because you’re so much bigger than me.”
I nod, “So you’re tapping out before you try?”
She gasps and crosses her arms over her chest. “I didn’t say I give up!”
Smiling, I drag my eyes down her torso to her legs. I can see the definition of the muscles of her thighs as she sits on her heels. I scoot closer to her and motion to her legs, then run hand over her thigh gently. “Your experience riding horses means that you have powerful legs. Use them!”
She sits there, silent, for several moments and I start to worry that I’ve offended her. Then she nods and scoots across the floor to where I’m squatting. She motions me closer to her with her finger and I oblige, leaning toward her, stretching my back. She closes her eyes for a moment and lets out a low growl, then slides her legs out from under her. She slides her body underneath mine and wraps her legs around my torso tightly, then twists her hips, pulling me off center and sending me crashing onto my side. The girl is certainly tougher than she looks...
I grunt as I try to wriggle free from her grasp, but she tightens her thighs around my waist. I nod, amused. “Shit, that was impressive. I didn’t think you’d be able to take me down. But the real question is - can you keep me down? Or are you just as trapped as me?”
I lay there without fighting against her to give her a chance to think it over. When thirty seconds pass, I drive my elbow down into the cheap hotel carpet and roll us so that, despite her legs still being wrapped around my waist, she’s now flat on her back on the floor with me leaning over her. “You left yourself vulnerable by not having your next move planned. It’s great to take down your opponent, but if you don’t keep them down, you’re going to get hurt…”
She squirms underneath me and I groan as she arches her back. When she relaxes, she slides down my body slightly, her ass rubbing against my shorts. Both of us stop moving when my dick joins the party. “Sorry,” I murmur, “...he doesn’t realize he’s not invited to the party…”
I shove my hand down against my crotch, between us and she gasps. “There shouldn’t be this much tension between us, Storm. It’s just a wrestling lesson.”
SEVENTEEN
Poppy
I nod quickly, taking a deep breath to try to center my thoughts and get them as far away from his muscled body on top of mine as I can manage. He murmurs, “Maybe so, Poppy… but the men I fight don’t grind their asses against my dick, plus I’m usually wearing a cup, so if they do, I don’t notice. Right now, I can’t help but notice.”
I nod, understanding what he’s saying. I release my legs from around his waist and he rolls us back over so that I’m now straddling his stomach. “Maybe this was a bad idea,” he whispers.
I shake my head, slinging my hair back over my shoulder as I dig my knees into his sides. Leaning down over I narrow my eyes at him. “Bad idea or not neither of us is pinned, so neither of us is winning.”
He nods and arches his back underneath me. “And you’re not watching all of my weapons, Poppy.”
I frown at him and in response, he sits up halfway and reaches his arms up behind me, grabbing hold of the band of my sports bra. I gasp at first, but then I set my face in stone and twist left at my stomach, then twist the other way sharply. I smirk as my sports bra is yanked over my head, leaving it in his hands as I roll onto my side, in an attempt to get to my back.
“What are you doing?”
I shrug at him as he flexes the muscles in his stomach in an attempt to keep me upright so he can look at my breasts that he just undercovered. A gleam flashes in his eyes as he licks his bottom lip. I shake my hair back out of my face, and I hardly notice when his gaze locks onto the mounds of flesh that jiggle as I do. Groaning, I can feel his cock hardening and he smirks up at me. He knows I can feel it.
Feeling sassy, I retort, “You should really pay attention to all of my weapons too, Storm.”
There’s a growling that rumbles through his chest as he keeps his eyes glued on my breasts, and specifically, the bright pink nipples that harden as the cold air assaults them. He bends at the waist and wraps his arms around my back to steady himself as his mouth captures one of them. I squeal softly as I freeze, my gaze dropping down to meet his as he looks up at my face and sucks on the pebbled nub that’s lodged in his mouth.
I bite down on her bottom lip as an unexpected sensation of pleasure ricochets through my body. I squirm where my legs are still wrapped around his waist and he lets go my breast, then lengthens his body so that he can capture my lips, if only for a brief second. As he pulls back, he demands, “Fight me, Poppy…”
And then it’s suddenly a game of cat and mouse as both of us
jockey for dominance, our bodies rolling across the floor. I unlatch my legs from his waist as I struggle to get out from underneath him, but he keeps my back pinned to the floor with his hands pressing my shoulders down as he straddles my waist. Leaning down to my chest, he slides his tongue along the valley between my breasts. The resulting moan that topples out of my mouth catches me by surprise as the bulge in his gym shorts grows more noticeable.
He continues his journey with his tongue up and over my collarbone, along my neck and finally across my lips, which I part in invitation. When I do, he doesn’t hesitate to barge his way in. Letting go of my shoulders, he brings his hands up to the side of my face, kissing me like the world is ending and he may never get another chance. I twist my body underneath his, bringing my hands up to his back where I drag my nails down along his skin.
To my surprise, I hungrily return the kiss, though my body is still twisting underneath him in a bid for dominance in our fight. Which I gain as I sit up suddenly and snake my arms around his body, grabbing hold of his gym shorts and yanking them down to his knees. He jerks his mouth away from mine and sits up, staring down at me in surprise as I say, “I am fighting you, but I watched how you fought last night and you definitely don’t fight fair, so I’m not fighting fair either…”
As my words trail off, both my eyes and hands land below the belt where his cock has sprung free of his shorts that are puddled at his knees. The muscles in his belly tighten as I wrap my hand around his length with a smirk. His entire body shudders. He stares down at me as I glide my hand up and down his dick. And I can tell it feels good. So good, in fact, that he leans his head back and closes his eyes when I do, temporarily forgetting about our fight.
He barely notices me wriggling my legs out from under him, but when I lock my ankles behind his neck seconds before I let go of his cock, he realizes I watched his fight a lot closer than he thought I did and that I’ve picked up some of his moves. I twist my body and he’s propelled forward, landing halfway on his back and halfway on his side. He growls and turns himself completely onto his back as I try to scurry away. “Oh, no you don’t,” he spits as he grabs my leggings and yank them down. To his surprise, I’m bare underneath them.
“No panties?” He muses at me as I shrug, twisting my body until the leggings slip completely free of my body. Once again, staring at me naked like he’s never seen something so breathtaking.
I glare at him, then cross my arms over my chest. “Didn’t realize there was a chance of someone yanking off my pants…”
The sexual tension in the air crackles as we stare each other down. But neither of us is backing down from what we set out to do. Our bodies clash in a desperate attempt to jockey for the upper-hand. We roll from side to side, our bodies locked together in a twist of limbs. Until he doesn’t recover from a stalemate fast enough and gives me the advantage. I see my opening and pin him on his back, my knees locked to the sides of his face as I hold him down. “Pinned ya…”
Something feral inside of him is set loose as he reaches his hands up behind me and digs his fingers into my asscheeks, tugging me forward. I gasp as he does because he’s yanked my pussy right up against his mouth. He doesn’t wait to ask for permission as he skates his tongue along my slit and I stop fighting him instantly. My head snaps forward and my gaze locks with his as he pulls his hands forward to my hips and digs his fingers into my skin.
“Storm… what… what are you doing?”
He growls against me as he asks incredulously, “Haven’t you ever had your pussy eaten?”
I shake my head wildly as the muscles in my thighs tighten. “No, God no… why would a man want to eat my pussy?”
He shakes his head, his curls flinging about wildly against the floor. “I can’t believe that prat has never buried his face between your thighs. Why would I want to? Fucking hell, Poppy… because it tastes amazing.”
As he finishes saying this, he plunges his tongue inside me, then drags it up along my clit, where he circles it, laving the tip of his tongue over what’s probably the most sensitive part of my body. My entire body goes rigid above him as a surprised moan tumbles out of my lips. Nobody has ever done this to me before and I don’t know what to do. My gaze darts down to his as he smirks against me, then edges his hands along my hips until they’re resting on my inner thighs. He uses the leverage he’s gained there to pull my legs apart and give him unadulterated access to my center. When he realize I’m not going to stop him, he drops any attempts at going slow and buries his mouth into my pussy, raking his teeth lightly along my clit as he plunges his tongue inside of me over and over again.
I’m mewling above me as he continues to lavish my cunt with his tongue like I’m some kind of delicacy. I jerk away from him suddenly with a gasp. “Stop,” I whisper.
He sighs, but does as I ask. He’s probably worried that I’m about to go flying out of here like he just lit my ass on fire. Instead, I slap at his hands until he lets go of my thighs. I scoot down his body, dragging my wetness along the taut skin of his chest and I shudder as his rippled muscles grind against my cunt. It’s erotic in the most sinful way possible. He’s about to open his mouth and say something when I lift up off of him and turn my back to him, murmuring, “There’s no reason for me to be the only one who gets to feel good.”
He acts dumbfounded by my reaction until I lift my ass up in the air as I lay down over his body. Brad may never have eaten me out, but I’m not completely inexperienced. By the time he realizes what I’m going to do, there’s no way he can stop me, even if he wanted to. I take a deep breath and encase the crown of his cock in my mouth. I swirl my tongue slowly around and flick the tip of it into the indention on the underside where a pearl of pre-cum has materialized. My heart thuds in my chest as I slide my lips down his shaft, enclosing nearly half of his cock inside my mouth.
White-hot pleasure zips through my body like lightning as he reaches up and grabs my hips, jerking me back within reach of his hungry mouth. He delves his tongue inside of me, and I gasp around the head of his cock. Within moments of his constant assault on my clit, my body tenses above him as the slick of my release smears over the bottom half of his face, coating his beard and moustache in a viscous offering. He laps up every bit that his tongue can reach, then resumes flicking his tongue across my swollen clit as my body is wracked with pleasure.
I squirm above him, but his mouth is buried in my pussy and he doesn’t have the chance to warn me as his own release slams into him, his dick pulsing as he spills his seed into my mouth. I don’t flinch as I take him deeper and deeper between my lips until the crown of his cock bumps against the back of my mouth. He digs his fingers into my hips, licking and laving everything between my thighs that he can reach. I milk his dick with my lips as I hold the base of his cock tightly in my hand. I work them in tandem along his length until there’s nothing left to spill and he growls against my pussy, placing a single kiss against my clit as he gently pushes me off of him. I roll over onto my back, gasping for air as I lay there, my eyes wide and my chest heaving. “What… the hell… was that?”
He smirks as he drags the back of his hand over his mouth to wipe away some of the wetness that’s glistening in his facial hair. He glances over at me with a serious look on his face. “That, Poppy… is what happens when two people click on a primal level… and it gets better. The more you know about someone, the more connected you are, and the more explosive reaching orgasms together can be. Poppy, I don’t just want something physical with you, though. I want to get to know you every other way I possibly can…”
EIGHTEEN
Storm
Poppy has been abnormally quiet for the three hour drive through the countryside to upstate New York. I have to admit, I haven’t been here since I was a kid running away from my troubles, but it’s one of the best kept secrets of the Northeast. Right now, it’s mid-June and everything is green with a smattering of every hue of the rainbow in the open fields that line the two-lane highway we
’ve been travelling on for the last hour.
I glance over at Poppy and nudge her, “Penny for your thoughts?” She shrugs, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. It’s been almost two weeks since her husband threw her out of their shared home and she temporarily moved in with me at the hotel in Egg Harbor. But the unanswered question of what she’s going to do when we get back from upstate New York still hangs heavy in the air. I checked out of the hotel this morning.
My contract with the Wonderland casino ended last night with a scary bout in the cage against The Rocket. He’s been fighting dirtier and dirtier as our engagement progressed over the last six weeks and last night, he took a cheap shot at my head. I don’t know how much of my struggle with CTE has become public knowledge, but even I would never intentionally aim for a man’s head - and I damn near invented fighting dirty. He didn’t land the move, but The Rocket attempted a rabbit punch and was instantly disqualified for unsportsmanlike conduct.
