Chapter 10
Nate
Iwas prepared for Liz to say she’d left our training for any number of reasons.
Maybe she hadn’t liked my teaching style, or the price had been too high.
Maybe she had a stomach ache or I smelled bad.
What I hadn’t expected was for her to confess she couldn’t be in a room with me without wanting to get naked.
Every lesson I had suffered through; she had been suffering right along with me.
She just didn’t have to worry about a hard-on giving her away.
I was game, she was game. Fuck it, let’s go. We’d both earned a little release.
The moment my lips hit hers I knew I’d made the right move.
In the dim glow of the living room lamp, she fisted her hands in my t-shirt and pulled her chest flush against mine.
Her hair was damp from her shower, and she smelled like my favorite body wash.
Her mouth moved, hungry and desperate and I was already hard.
I’d been watching the way her jeans hugged her ass since she’d gotten here so I slid my hands over it and squeezed.
She gasped into my mouth and wrapped a leg around my hip.
I reached out to the arm of the couch for support.
No slow burn tonight. I picked her up and she wrapped her other leg around me and locked her ankles behind my back.
The heat of her core burned into my stomach.
The strong muscles of her thighs hugged my torso, and I couldn’t wait to have them locked around my face.
That would have to wait until we got to my bedroom.
No way was I getting balls deep in Liz without a locked door between us and my child.
I tossed Liz onto my bed, her petite frame bounced on the mattress before she rested back on her elbows.
Fuck, she looked good there. Exactly as I had pictured it so many times.
After locking the door behind us, I went right to my bedside drawer, throwing a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube onto the bed next to her.
I hadn’t been with anyone since my divorce.
I hadn’t wanted to. Now that I found someone who wanted me as much as I wanted them, I planned on making up for lost time.
Liz examined the bottle of lube with the packaging still intact. “I love a man who comes prepared.”
“And I love a woman who comes on my fingers, my face, and in every position imaginable.” I crawled my way over her body and nestled my face in her neck. “Is that you?”
She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, digging her fingers into my muscles as my mouth moved over her bare neck.
“Let’s find out.” She pulled a move I had taught her in the gym only days before.
She hooked her leg around mine and flipping me so I was flat on my back, and she straddled me.
I was so hard it hurt as she rocked back and forward, grinding against me through too many layers of clothes.
I’d had exactly this fantasy, in exactly this position many times.
The real thing was so much better. She was an enticing mix of soft curves and hard muscles. Strength and surrender.
Let the games begin.
I’d been in the gym world my whole life but never been with someone who was too.
It was a novelty to have someone with strong, honed muscles that matched my own move me around.
To have someone want me so badly that they’d pin me, bruise me, and use me to get off.
She’d been dreaming of me, fantasizing about me, probably touching herself when she was alone with my name on her lips.
I wanted to make every one of those scenarios come to life and blow her imagination out of the water.
My competitive streak was a mile wide, but I was happy to let her take the lead. Whether I won or lost, I still won.
“You need to be naked.” She pushed her weight back onto her heels and shoved my shirt up and over my head.
As I was wrestling to get it off, she was already at my feet.
Every muscle in my core tightened as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of my shorts and freed my cock in one swift motion.
I wouldn’t call myself a shy guy but lying fully naked while Liz studied me like I was a breakfast buffet, had me squirming. I wanted to let her look her fill, but the more heated her gaze became the less I could sit still.
“Hey.” I caught her chin between my thumb and fingers. “My eyes are up here.”
She laughed lightly and crawled up my body. “Yeah, but your eyes can’t hit my g-spot now, can they?”
“Neither can my dick if you don’t take your pants off.”
She lined up her core with mine, moving just enough to start friction exactly where I wanted it.
The rough denim of her jeans abrading the sensitive skin.
Her mouth was next to my ear. “Every time we were working out at the gym, I had this fantasy of you using all your jiu-jitsu moves to pin me down, strip me naked, and fuck me. Hard.”
“I thought being held down scared you?” There was a mood-killing sentence if I’d ever heard one.
This was important. Here I thought she would want to be the one in charge, but I could roll with whatever got my girl off.
I was eager to make her fantasy come true, but only if she was sure she was okay with me taking control.
She pulled back so she could look me in the eye.
“It does, but not with you. I know you’d be doing it with me, not to me.
I know you’d want to make me feel good, not control me.
” She rolled her hips to emphasize her point, and my breath caught.
“You’re so fucking strong, but you don’t use it against people outside the gym.
Once I figured that out, I got comfortable with training with you. I knew you were nothing like my ex.”
I paused, which took no small amount of willpower. “Are there any other things that would trigger—”
She shook her head. “It was mostly just threats. Fuck, Nate, I don’t want to think about him. I just want you. I promise I’ll say something if I want you to stop.”
That was all the confirmation I needed. I hooked my leg around hers and pulled the same move she had until she was flat on her back, and I was the one in control. I took her mouth with mine, claiming it, sliding my tongue over hers until she made a contented noise in the back of her throat.
In the ultimate test of her trust in me, I pulled a manoeuvre she hadn’t learned in class. It resulted in her being completely at my mercy.