Challenge: A Contemporary MMA Romance: Oni Fighters Book 3 (18 page)

“You’re sure?”

“Shut up, Sophia, and kiss me.” His fingertips found my nipple and tugged.

It was a sneak attack!

This time, when our lips met, it was much more subdued. This time wasn’t about domineering or proving a point. No, this time was about a long, slow journey; it was about a slow build. It was about feeling close to Seth and wrapping myself in his maleness.

The man could kiss with the best of them, particularly when he put his mind and everything into it, like he was doing now. It was about extracting the maximum amount of pleasure out of every swipe of his tongue and infusing me with every ounce of himself. This was him owning me through a few simple movements of his lips and tongue. It was about pulling me under his spell and him making sure I knew that was right where I belonged.

His lips slipped from mine and he started nibbling a path of kisses across my jaw to my ear. He lightly nipped my lobe before drawing it into his mouth to suck.

“I’ve missed you, Soph,” he whispered and my heart rejoiced.

My hand massaged the solid pectoral muscles of his normally hairless chest. He hadn’t bothered to shave down since the accident. Even the stubble on his face was a little longer than normal. Usually, it was the perfect three or four days growth but he’d been letting it go a week before taking care of it. I couldn’t resist the temptation to thread his short chest hairs through my fingers and tug lightly.

“Mmm, looks like I need to do some maintenance, particularly if you’re going to tug on them like that.” His voice held a hint of humour along with the low unmistakable need.

“Don’t worry about it for the moment. I kind of like these few hairs,” I reassured him.

“I’m not sure I like you tugging on them.” His hand sought my breast and he went straight to the nipple and tugged back in response.

“How about I tug on these.”

My breath skipped. “Oh, yeah, do it again,” I pleaded.

He did as I asked and tingles erupted all through me. I wanted more.

I wanted Seth.

I couldn’t have him.

I groaned in frustration. He’d turned all this against me. I needed more. So much more.

“Getting hot for me, aren’t you, babe?” It wasn’t a question I needed to answer. He already knew me, all too well.

As soon as his hand touched me and his body was against mine, I was a goner.

Totally under his spell.

My hand slipped from his chest and down over the grooves of his abs that weren’t quite as pronounced as normal but ninety-nine percent of the male population would gladly trade up to, if offered to them. That was what happened when an active body laid around in bed.

I tickled my fingers lower until I met the part of him that had been causing him so much grief of late.

As I expected, his cock was hard and jerked at my touch. I gripped him firmly and stroked up and down a few times.

“God, that feels good,” he let out in a straggled breath.

“How good?”

“So good,” he panted.

I leisurely stroked him a couple of more times, before letting my fingers trek lower and cup his balls.

“Feels so much better with your hand,” he groaned out.

“How would it feel with my mouth?”

His response was immediate. “Pure Heaven.”

“Want me to go down on you?” It was on him.

I was done trying to protect him from himself.

It was up to him to decide if he wanted the pain or not.

“Please.” It was as close to begging as I’d ever heard him.

I dragged my eyelids open.

They’d slammed shut before, drugged by the pleasure he was invoking on my breasts.

“Okay, tell me if it hurts too much.”

“Okay.” I didn’t believe him but still pushed the sheet back and slipped down off the bed and positioned myself between his legs anyway.

I ran my tongue along his hardened length and was rewarded by it twitching towards my mouth, seeking more.

I sucked the head into my mouth and ran my tongue around the rim.

“Oh, babe,” he growled out loud and started to follow my mouth with his hips.

I sucked down the length then broke the suction and let his dick pop back against his stomach.

“Huh? Why are you stopping?”

“Move your hips and I stop.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He squared his hips back against the mattress and appeared to force himself to relax.

“Suck me deep, Soph. I need to feel your mouth around me.”

The need in his voice got me on so many levels. Seth might be injured and this might not be the brightest idea but I truly believed in the moment that he needed me to do this as much as he needed his next breath.

He needed me to restore what his accident had stripped away.

His manhood.

I did as he asked and sucked him for everything I was worth. I took him deep to the back of my throat and swallowed slowly.

Painfully slow.

I wanted him to feel every last sensation.

I wanted this to be a new experience for him—like the first time a woman had ever pleasured him orally.

“Ohhhh….” He groaned as I sucked hard and licked my tongue along the underside of his cock.

Over and over I repeated the move, sometimes focusing my tongue on the spot on the underside below the rim of his head—the spot that had him groaning and gripping his hands tight in my hair.

“Please, Soph. Don’t stop. Please, baby, I’m begging you, don’t stop.”

All the while, he kept his hips locked to the bed as I’d asked, so I kept sucking him like the champ I was at giving head.

He was close, so close.

Seth may have been in an accident but I knew his body as well as I knew my own. He was about to come.

And I was terrified for him.

How much would it hurt?

I released the pressure on my mouth and let him slip from my lips.

He sucked in a ragged breath and his eyelids popped open.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he demanded in a pained voice.

I looked him in the eye. “This is going to hurt, you know?”

“No more than you stopping. I don’t care. Make me come, Soph, like only you can.”

Seth’s words were like a whip to my back and a boost to my heart all at the same time.
“Make me come, Soph, like only you can.”

His wish was my command.

He’d asked for it…

I took his hard cock in my hand and stroked its length before replacing my hand with my mouth. My fingers trailed lower and cupped the heavy sack below.

Deep and deeper I dipped, relaxing my throat the whole way. If he was going to experience pain, then I wanted to make sure he experienced the maximum pleasure I could give him at the same time.

I swallowed long and deep and he growled like an animal about to attack. “That’s it, babe. Deep like that. So good.”

I pressed my tongue to the underside of him and slipped it back and forth as I worked my mouth up his length before sucking him deep again.

“So close, Soph. Keep going,” he urged.

His flesh was hot and slick beneath my hands. The musky smell of turned-on male was thick in his groin.

I sucked harder and licked my tongue—firm and hard— just like I knew he loved.

“Ahhh, I’m there,” he cried and I felt the first hot spurt of semen hit the roof of my mouth.

His hips started to jerk and I grabbed them in both hands and pushed them firmly into the bed as I sucked as strong as I dared. I wanted the pleasure of the release for him. I just didn’t want him to feel pain. I sucked and swallowed every drop of his release until finally a long pained groan broke the air around me. It was a sound that carried equal parts ecstasy and agony.

I held him tight through the long ride, and gradually reduced the pressure and insistence of my mouth until finally I let him go, to relax back into the bed—spent.

I gave him one last lick and planted a soft kiss to the head of his cock before I looked up to survey the damage.

How bad was the pain?

For once, his expression was unreadable.

“You okay?”

A slow smile spread over his lips.

“Best blow job ever.”

I chuckled. “I guess you can stop worrying now.”

“I guess, I can.” It was the lightest I’d heard his voice since before the accident.

M
y pelvis was aching
and I was sorely tempted to relent and pop a couple of pain pills. But I’d been off the juice for days. Cold turkey.

I didn’t want to rely on the evils of the pills.

I didn’t want to be like my dad. The only things in his life that were good came out of a bottle, apparently.

I’d experienced good, better than good.

Fuck, I’d just had it so good—I’d found God, the Apostles, and the damned Holy Grail and I’m telling you now it’s not some dried up old casket—it’s Sophia’s mouth.

Pure heaven right there with my dick buried deep in her hot, wet mouth. I could die right now a happy man.

What the fuck was I on about? I wanted to experience that mouth time and time again—always, forever.

Sure, this wasn’t the first time she’d sucked me off. But by God, it was the first time she’d sucked me off like that, like she was trying to send me into orbit or something.

“How’s your pelvis?” she asked, snuggling in beside me.

I didn’t want to speak. I was still so caught up in the moment.

She pushed up on her hands and stared at me, worry etched across her face. “You said you were okay.”

“I am,” I assured her. My hips were aching like a bitch but I wouldn’t have swapped that orgasm for anything. That was about the best release I could ever remember.

“Did that hurt something?” she asked tentatively.

I let out a long sigh. “A little but I’m not complaining.”

There was a long silence between us.

“You know now.” She didn’t need to say anymore. She understood. “Maybe now you can give yourself a break and allow a little more time for healing.”

“Maybe,” I said offhandedly, not believing the word even though it had just slipped from my mouth.

“You lying hound!” She accused. “You haven’t even recovered from your last orgasm and you’re plotting the next one.”

“Guilty,” I admitted with a grin. Yep she was dead set correct.

“Not going to happen, buddy. You know the equipment still works, so now you can stop worrying. We’re not doing this again until you’ve had a little more time to recover.”

“God, you’re a tough customer Sophia. What if I want to get you off?”

I watched that beautiful mouth of hers open, then close in surprise. “That’s different.”

“Of course it is, and by the way, I believe I owe you an orgasm.”

“I’m not keeping score,” she flipped back quicker than a lightning strike.

“You might not be, but I am.” No way was I going to leave my woman wanting. It wasn’t my style at all. A woman didn’t leave my bed, scratch that, Sophia didn’t leave my bed until I’d wrung every ounce of pleasure out of her.

I stroked my hand down the length of her body. Her firm muscles rippled beneath my fingers. Sophia had the magnificent body of a female athlete. It was hard lines and soft curves all rolled into one and I thought it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I wanted to get her off. The thought that she had been resorting to using a toy to satisfy her needs while I’d been out of action gutted me and turned me on at the same time. I was fine with the toy as long as it was me who was teasing her and playing with it. We could do it together but I hated the idea it was a substitute for me because I couldn’t satisfy her.

The more I thought about it, the more determined I became.

I wanted to see her come. I wanted to hear her call my name. I wanted to taste her on my tongue.

My fingers slipped over the curve of her hip, down over the hard round globe of her arse cheek, and along the crack of her most intimate area.

As soon as I delved a little deeper, my fingers found the hot wet evidence of her arousal. Sophia could pretend all she wanted that she wasn’t turned on. I knew better.

My woman was hot and wet and waiting for me to take her over the edge.

I stroked my fingers gently up and down her slit. She shivered in my arms and groaned a little into my neck as my index finger glanced over that hot bundle of tingly nerves.

“Mmm, missed you, Seth,” she panted into my neck.

“I know, babe. I’m here now, let me get you there.”

She went to push my hand away, but I resisted. “You should be resting. I only did what I did so you would stop fretting over nothing.”

I let out a low chuckle.

Sophia was right. Coming like that was sure a load off my mind in more ways that one! I’d half convinced myself the equipment was broken. Nope, not the case. It may take a little while until it was back to the full working order I expected but it still worked and well.

“Your turn, Soph. Why don’t you come ride my mouth for a bit? I want to taste you.”

Before she had a chance to protest, I started easing my way down the bed. This was the easiest position for me. I could comfortably lay flat on my back and eat her delicious pussy pain free. That was a winner all round, to my way of thinking.

She was hesitating—worried, no doubt.

This pissed me off. Before the accident, if I’d said the same, she would have been riding my mouth like the Goddess she was in the blink of an eye. I didn’t want her holding back her own pleasure because she was worried about me.

“Come on, Soph. I want this. I need to give you pleasure, too.”

Whatever I said must have registered, she started to move carefully up and over my shoulders, her long legs folding into place beside my ears.

Even though she’d just showered, the scent of her was enough to intoxicate me. I loved her smell always but when she was turned on…and my girl was definitely turned on.

I grasped her thighs tight in my hands and drew the tip of my tongue slowly down her naked pussy.

Regardless what she might have been saying at the moment, Sophia was a woman who loved sex and displaying her sexuality for me. Her perfectly waxed pussy was just one of the little things she did for our mutual pleasure.

Her breath caught as my tongue delved deeper and began to lap at all the sweet essence of her. I didn’t realise just how much I’d missed the tangy sweetness until the first drop hit my tongue.

I urged her to spread her thighs a little more and lower down a fraction. I wanted to be surrounded by her, it had been much too long.

“Oh, Seth, that feels so good.” Yeah, for someone who hadn’t been keen to risk anything sexual with me, she sure had changed her tune as soon as my tongue hit her pussy.

I slipped a couple of fingers deep into her centre as I set the tip of my tongue to work on her clit. She writhed against me, seeking more, then started to pant and thrust her hips hard against my face.

A few seconds later, she screamed, “there right there Seth,” before promptly dissolving in orgasm all over me. The taste of her release intensified on my tongue and male pride swept through me.

I may be beaten the hell up but I hadn’t lost my touch!

I could still make her scream.

She fell forward against the mound of pillows and I turned my head and nipped at the inside of her thigh.

“Ouch,” she shrieked and vaulted from the bed, somehow hardly moving it at all. Her face was full of sexy outrage.

And I couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped from my throat.

The outrage on her face turned to determination. “Just you wait, Seth Harris. I’m going to let you get away with that one because you’re injured, but don’t think I’m not keeping a tally if you’re going to do stuff like that. I will get you back with interest.”

“I can’t wait.” And that was the truth. “I’ll gladly take whatever you dish out. Particularly if it’s of a sexual nature.”

“You’re impossible. Do you think of anything else but sex?”

I purposely made a big deal of considering the question. “Rarely.”

“Impossible.” She stood at the end of the bed looking like a Goddess and Warrior Princess all rolled into one.

“Come back here, babe. I want another cuddle.” I patted the bed beside me. Her eyes narrowed and I knew she was wondering if I had further carnal motives. “Just want to be close to you—promise.” She started to move. “Although, I’m glad you’re still naked.”

“Seth!” she gritted out but kept moving towards me. This time, she settled down beside me with a lot less trepidation than before.

Her head was back on my shoulder and her hand lazily stroking my chest and abs.

For a long while, we didn’t say anything—just enjoyed the closeness of being together.

Sophia finally broke the silence. “How badly did it hurt?”

Trust Soph to ask this.

“Umm, it was intense,” I offered, hopefully noncommittally.

“The pleasure or the pain?”

“Both. The pleasure was off the scale, the pain was also pretty intense. I don’t regret it though.” And that was the truth. I’d needed to know. Now I could relax. I had my answer.

“Do you want some painkillers?”

“Mmm, I’ll be fine. The pain’s going away. It was just intense while the muscles were spasming.”

“Fancy that, just like Dr. Wilkinson predicted. Guy might have known something.”

“Smart arse.”

“Why won’t you take the pain killers. You barely touched them in the hospital as much as the nurses and doctors tried to push them onto you?”

Sophia was slipping into territory that I didn’t go into with anyone. Hadn’t gone into. Could I? Did I even want to?

“My dad was addicted to them. Took his life with them.”

“Oh, my God!” I gasped in shock at his words. I never expected that. I would have expected it to be something to do with healthy living or fighting or something. Not that.

“I was only four when it happened. I found him in his studio with the pills and a bottle of scotch beside him.” Seth’s voice was flat and hollow, as if he was trying to tell it without letting any of the emotions it no doubt evoked come in to play.

I squeezed myself closer, tighter into his torso. What did you say to something like that? I certainly couldn’t think of anything right now to make it sound or feel better.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

He shrugged. “Shit happens, I guess.”

Then, I wondered something. “Was that when your relationship broke down with your mum?”

Seth didn’t answer immediately, rather he clenched his jaw and I figured he wasn’t going to answer.

“It was the start of it. Mum couldn’t cope with being by herself. She immediately went out and found herself another guy—problem was, that guy didn’t want me.”

There was a level of bitterness and hurt in his words that was unfathomable. “They got married shortly after my dad died and, from then on, mum did her best to keep me out of the house at all times.”

That confused me. “How could that be? You were just a little kid, weren’t you?”

“Four when he committed suicide. Five when she remarried. And you’d be surprised how easy it is to get a kid out from under your feet when you have the money to do so.”

Money to do so. Then, I remembered his mother—perfectly dressed, groomed and accessorized. Yeah, that fit.

“As soon as I was old enough, which was pretty well straight away, she had me at sport from the time I left school in the afternoon, until dinnertime. Which I always ate in the kitchen, then it was off to bed. She ate later with him.”

The “him” came out in the same tone you would have used if you’d just stepped in dog shit.

My heart ached for Seth. It was so clear. He’d been a lonely little boy that had just lost his father and then his mother had seemingly deserted him to her new “love.”

“It was even worse when Rachel came along. Don’t get me wrong, I love my half-sister but I know I also resent her at the same time.” He scruffed his hand through his hair and tugged at the short strands. “Fuck, I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this. I never talk about this shit. Ever.”

“Maybe that’s exactly it? Maybe you need to tell someone. I’m touched that it’s me, Seth. You can tell me anything. I’d never betray you.” As I said it, I knew I meant every word.

“Thanks, Soph, and I trust you, I guess, otherwise I wouldn’t have told you.”

I could have chosen to be hurt by his words but instead I chose to take them as he intended. It took a lot for Seth to trust. That was partly why he’d shied away so strongly from relationships and kept everything on the superficial, I was sure.

There was still a lot more to this story, I was almost positive, but I wasn’t going to push him if he wasn’t ready to tell me more.

“It can’t have been easy.”

He shrugged as much as anyone can lying down with another person lazed against them. “I survived. It was easier after I meet Xander and Dane. The first few years sucked. We moved around a lot. I was always having to change schools and sports.”

So much more became evident then. I’d lay good money that’s when he’d developed the easy-going jokester type personality. That was his ticket to fitting in when he’d moved time and time again.

“Where were you born?” For some reason, I’d always assumed he was a local boy.

“Melbourne. Then we moved to the Northern Rivers of New South Wales when I was a baby. Dad was big into art and, apparently, that’s where the strongest art community is. When he checked out, mum moved us straight back to Melbourne and we bounced around down there for a bit until my step-dad moved us up to be closer to his family on the south side of the city.”

“You mean the Brisbane city, just up the road?”

“Yeah. My step-dad’s parents had a farm that they cut up into housing blocks over at Chandler. Made a good whack of cash off it. God knows that’s what my mother was after. That’s all she ever wants—money. They live in a big joint over there at some estate. I’ve managed to avoid it for the last few years.”

The bitterness in the way he referred to his mother was telling. There was some deep rooted resentment there.

I didn’t want to comment on that, I’d only be going by assumptions anyway.

“That sucks.” What more could I say? It was true. It did suck. “I guess you’re not looking at changing the status quo with your mum?” I don’t know why I asked him. I guess it just seemed so awful that he was estranged from his family.

“Nope. Mum made her intentions towards me clear very early on.”