Brawler's Baby: An MMA Mob Romance (Mob City Book 1) (14 page)

"You're the boss…" I winked.

She smiled at that, her whole face brightening as if I'd made her day, and then spun on her heel and skipped away – almost girlishly, as if for a brief moment I'd lifted all her cares and worries from her shoulders.

I'm going to
.

I counted slowly to a hundred in my head. Time seemed to slow as I waited, my cock still hard with anticipation. I was so hard, I could have counted the time by the thunderous beats of the blood rushing into my cock.

I decided instead to tuck it under the waistband of my shorts, figuring that the last thing I wanted the cameras, and Maya's creepy father, to see was me being led along by an arrow in my shorts. That probably wouldn't be the subtlety she was searching for…

The second my mental count reached the hundred mark I leapt off the gym bench. It took an incredible exercise of mental strength not to run straight for the locker rooms – and specifically, for Maya. But I knew I couldn't.

Stay cool…

The last few days, ever since I'd got Maya into my bed after so many years apart had been an exercise in torture. Sexual torture. I felt like my cock had been hard all week, and each night as I lay in bed – alone – I hadn't been able to resist the temptation to, uh, rub one out. Not that that had done much to lower my libido. If anything, imagining her naked, and all the things I wanted to do to her had just made me even hornier.

It took everything I had to resist sprinting across the gym floor, but somehow I managed it. It wasn't until I reached the stairwell – which was thankfully free from surveillance, that I actually broke into a run.

There was only one thought in my mind now – screwing Maya, and everything else was going to have to wait. I wasn't letting Maya's dad off, far from it, but right now I had more important things to deal with.

I'm going to make him pay. I promise
.

"Hey!" Maya called through a cracked open doorway as I single-mindedly hared past her. "Where are you going?"

Startled out of my revenge fantasy, I threw the brakes on. My feet were forced to scramble for purchase against the slick tiled floor to bring me to a sudden halt. "I thought you said the locker rooms?"

She opened the door, smiling shyly, and my mouth dropped as I realized that she'd stripped down to her underwear. "I did." She said. "But I found somewhere better…"

The massage room was kitted out with colorful mood lighting, and Maya had somehow figured out how to turn it on. The room was dark, and constantly shifting hues of blue and deep purple landed on her body. She was a delicious, sexy kaleidoscope of color, but I wanted more.

I pressed my hand against the light switch. "I want to see you. All of you." I said huskily.

"Don't!" She said nervously.

Again?

"Don't," she repeated, this time in a calmer voice. "I like it like this."

The thought that Maya was hiding something from me once again crossed my mind, but I was so driven by my libido and sexual frustration that I didn't have any spare processing capacity to delve into it.

"Fine." I growled, jumping through the open door and grabbing her beautiful, taut yet perfectly curvy frame. "Have it your way. Like I said, you're the boss."

She could only answer me with tiny, breathy gasps of pleasure as I grabbed her ass cheek and worked my way under her tiny silk thong. I lifted her as though she didn't weigh a pound, and her legs quickly found their way around my body, clasping tight like she never wanted to let go.

I spied a massage table behind her, and I knew exactly why she'd chosen the room. If it was the perfect height for a massage, then I was sure it could be used for… other things.

I felt my cock growing as Maya's soft flesh pressed against it, only the thin nylon of my gym shorts and a tiny piece of silk separating it from its rightful home.

"Fuck," I groaned. "You haven't changed a bit."

She shot me a frightened glance, one that I couldn't even begin to comprehend. It seemed like she thought I was kidding, messing with her, perhaps even taunting her. I didn't understand how she could possibly think that I would do that, but she smothered my mouth with hers and within a second I'd forgotten the look. For now, anyway.

I tore my hand away from her ass and reached up to the clasp that held her bra strap closed, flicking the catch with practiced ease.

"You've done that before," she gasped as I ripped the bra off her shoulders and tossed it onto the floor. I couldn't tell whether she was impressed, or worried – but since her nipples were quickly hardening with arousal, or the cool of the room, or both, I decided that she couldn't be
too
worried.

"You don’t use it, ya lose it, girl." I replied quickly, with a broad, cheeky grin plastered on my face.

If she was worried, she hid it well, by pressing her naked chest against my unclothed torso. I could feel her hard nubs against my pecs, and something else…

"You've got goosebumps," I said with surprise.

She looked at me and rolled her eyes. This was the Maya I remembered! "Goosebumps?" She said with a hint of frustrated exasperation. "You get me naked, with my legs clamped around your waist, and you're worried about goosebumps?"

"Fair point," I muttered.

If you want to play it that way, believe me, I can play
.

I decided to kick things up a gear. I grabbed the thin silk string that held her tiny thong around her waist, wound it around my little finger for second, then closed my fist around it and ripped it off her body.

"Hey!" She said. "I –."

I didn't wait for an answer. I pressed my mouth against hers and kissed her forcefully. She wasn’t interested in wasting time complaining, and she melted into the kiss without hesitating.

I felt her fingers on my back, felt my skin tingle as she stroked her way down to the waistband of my shorts, and then felt as without a second's thought, she pushed them downwards. Gravity took over, and they fell around my ankles. I kicked them aside.

"No boxers?" She whispered, her face half an inch from mine.

"They just get in the way," I joked. Kind of joked, anyway, because it was kinda true.

She glanced down and I saw her eyes widen as she saw the size of my cock. "Can I touch it?"

"Trust me, lass," I growled. "
You
can touch it whenever you want."

She didn't wait another second before reaching down, her tiny hands closing around my cock with delight. I wished I could see more, but the fading bluish hues that filled the room gave me barely enough light to see Maya's outline, her curves, the shape of her breasts and the way her chest rose and fell with her breath.

"Fuck. I don't have a condom," I swore. I could have kicked myself. It wasn't like me. I usually carried one everywhere I went. After all, you never know when you're going to get lucky…

"It's fine," Maya said.

With any other girl, that would have been enough for me. I was pretty sure I didn't have a kid kicking around out there, though I guess you can never be a hundred percent sure. All I knew was that no baby mama had ever come tracking me down looking for child support – and it wasn't like I live my life under the radar. If they had, I'd have treated the kid right, even if I wasn't sure their mothers would.

But Maya was different from just any other girl. She was my first, the best, and there was no way I was going to make her do anything that she didn't want to.

"Are you sure?" I asked uncertainly. "I don't want you –."

"I'm sure! Jesus, what does a girl has to do to get laid around here?" She asked, fondling my cock. It was the kind of catch twenty-two that could drive a man crazy, and it was having that effect on me.

I had to close my eyes, because if I’d looked at her, even in this dim half light, I knew I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.

"I'm just playing with you, I'm on the pill," she said,

That was all the encouragement I needed. I didn't even bother saying a word after she gave me the go-ahead. I pushed her backward and felt my knees, so my head was barely a couple of inches from her pristine pink pussy.

"Jesus, Maya," I groaned. "Don't do that to me again. I was
this
close to cracking!"

I didn't give her a second to respond. I left my hands nestled in the little creases of skin where Maya's legs met her hips, and dove between her legs, blowing lightly against the slit that lay between them.

"Hold my hands," I ordered. I felt her hesitation as she tried to get enough blood back into her brain to understand what the hell I was asking her to do.

"What?" She croaked.

"Just do it."

Her fingers brushed against mine, and then held on tight.

"Good girl," I said. "When it feels good, squeeze and I won't stop. Got it?"

She squeezed my hands. I didn't wait for another sign, because I knew my cock would never forgive me. It was throbbing uncomfortably between my legs, and I felt an almost unstoppable urge to stand up, drag her back by her legs and enter her.

But I could wait. I wanted Maya's slit to be hot, wet and ready for me; I wanted her to beg me to take her; I wanted her to be putty in my hands. I still remembered her body, how she responded, what she liked. I was going to give her the best god damn lay she'd ever had.

I leaned forward and licked her slit from top to bottom, feeling tremors of pleasure transmitted down through her hands to mine. She pressed her knees inwards involuntarily, but I let go of her hand briefly to grab them and push them back, spreading her legs so that I had complete access to her at her most beautiful, her most vulnerable.

She moaned, resisting my touch, and I felt my cock jerk with anticipation at the sound. I licked her again, this time from bottom to top, and the resistance melted away. Another gasp escaped her lips as she writhed beneath my tongue.

"Jesus, you're wet," I muttered with surprise. I pulled one of my hands away from her embrace, brought it to the slit between her legs and extended my index finger, tracing it around the soaking wet lips of her pussy, feeling like a king as I realized how completely I controlled her right now.

Maya gasped as I slowly pushed my index finger inside her tight slit. She thrust her hips forward, desperate to feel me – any part of me – inside her, but I pushed her back. This was happening my way, my rules. She was going to have to wait.

My finger inched inside her, gliding smoothly against her slick pussy. Fuck, she was so god damn wet, all I could think of was how fucking good she would feel around my cock. I dug my finger in until it was entirely buried between her legs, until my knuckle was nestled against her wet, pink flesh.

"Oh God," she moaned.

"Just call me Conor," I smirked.

She looked down at me, rolling her eyes, but as she did so, I bent my head over her open legs and wrapped my lips around her engorged clit. I couldn't see her face, but I imagined her eyes rolling back in her head as I sucked on the tiny bundle of nerves.

Her back arched, and she naturally thrust her pelvis outwards, but I kept on sucking, almost letting my face ride her bucking pussy, and kept rolling my tongue around the nub until she moaned yet again with sheer, unadulterated delight.

"Fuck me, Conor." She groaned. "Jesus, I need to feel you inside me. I'm this close!"

Not yet
.

Maya tried to sit up, and tried to pull my head up from between her legs, but I resisted – and I was far stronger than she'd ever be. I buried my head between her legs and held on tight with my lips. She stopped protesting the very second I next caressed her pussy with my tongue, lifting my lips from her clit for the briefest period of time to pay attention to the rest of her beautiful slit.

Maya didn't stop wanting me to fuck her, she just couldn't get her tongue working long enough to beg for it. I knew what I was doing, I'd done this a hundred times, maybe a thousand, and I knew there was no way she'd be able to resist me – not for long. She was breathing at the speed of sound, desperately screaming for air as her jaw opened and closed reflexively to the beat of the electric waves of pleasure flooding through her body.

I'm doing this
, I thought with pride.
She's going to come, and it's all because of me
.

I dragged my finger in and out with her, paying special attention to that spot just beneath the surface of her perfect, soft, shaved skin – the spot that feels like rubber. She squirmed as I pressed against it, and every muscle from her toes to her stomach clenched as one.

"Oh God," she choked, speaking like she was fighting against her own body just to make herself heard. "I'm going to come!"

I kept my finger probing at her g-spot, and re-doubled my tongue's efforts on her clit. I crooked my finger up and down in her, keeping the same motion, the same speed, the same everything.

Suddenly, Maya grabbed my hand like she'd just remembered it was there, grabbed it and held on tight. "There!" She yelped. "Right there!"

I swirled my tongue around her clitoris, around and around until I thought it might get dizzy, and Maya clamped her legs around my head. She was making little yelping sounds, like she was going to come at any time.

She grabbed my hair, pulling my head up her body and surprising me with her strength. "No," she gasped. "I'm not fucking coming without you inside me."

Now
that
was the kind of order I could get behind.

My cock was easily as hard as it had ever been, and I didn't need asking twice. Maya grabbed it, sighing with happiness as she felt my hard meat between her hands. They were cold for some reason, and they felt like ice around my cock, but only because it was boiling hot.

"Put it in me." She begged. "Please."

I did as she asked. She was so wet that I was three inches in before I knew it.

"Wait," she said, biting her lip. It was the fucking sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Hell, she was the fucking sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Right then I felt like I could have stayed there for ever.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said. "I just need to wait, you know, to get you all in."