Chapter 15
H orribly bad.
So bad I’m currently doubled over and cupping my balls.
Once I’d assessed and established she had a good base of fitness as a starting point, I thought starting with MMA basics like push kicks to strengthen her legs was a good idea. However, I hadn’t anticipated her repeatedly missing the bag and kicking me instead. I also didn’t account for how distracting the sight of her in a dark grey sports bra and matching shorts would be. All I can think about is how perfect her tits are, how good they would look in my hands, and her ass…fuck, it deserves to be worshipped. By me and only me.
“This is a waste of time. We’ve been at this for ages, and if anything, I’m getting worse.” Sighing, she flops back onto the mat and looks up at me. Standing above her, I have the perfect view of her cleavage. Shaking off that thought and thinking with my other head for a minute, I brainstorm for a way to get things back on track.
“How about we try something different and circle back to this later? There’s a jiu-jitsu move called the full guard. It’s a solid imitation of the position that asshole had you in back in that alley. But instead of letting me pin your legs, you’ll wrap them around me to break my hold,” I explain, and she nods her consent. This move is going to put us fucking close, and my cock twitches at that thought .
With a deep breath, I instruct her to shuffle over and slowly lower myself between her legs. The moment she wraps her legs around me, both of us freeze from the contact. After a nod from her to continue, I gently place my hand around her throat, and I can’t ignore the hitch in her breath or her lustful dark eyes. Fuck, does she want me as much as I want her?
I can practically taste her arousal in the air. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I continue, “Now, try to rotate and dislodge me.”
As I talk her through it, breaking it down step by step until she can piece it all together into one swift movement, I try to forget how tightly we’re pressed up together, but that’s a losing battle, so instead, I just try to make sure she doesn’t feel my hard cock against her.
Once she masters the move, pinning me down with a triumphant look, I pant out, “I think that’s enough for one day.” She’s currently perched on top of me and the heat between her legs against my stomach is absolute torture.
For a minute, she doesn’t speak or move, just presses down with her hips, brushing against me, and I can’t help the slight thrust of my hips any more than she can help the slight grind of hers. The tension between us is so thick I feel like I’m choking on it. I’m seconds away from spanking her ass for being a tease, when all of a sudden, she gasps and leaps up, mumbling something about a shower and dashing out of the room.
“Fuck,” I groan, letting my head fall back in frustration. I reach into my shorts and squeeze my neglected cock.
Sorry buddy, looks like it’s just my hand for now.
* * *
One cold shower and two pizzas later we are curled up on opposite ends of the sofa with a bottle of vodka open and our mixers of choice, Fanta for her and Coke for me.
“Want to play an icebreaker game?” I shift to see her better.
“What, like twenty questions? Is this high school orientation day all over again?” She teases as she downs her drink and offers to refill mine.
Taking it from her, I say, “Sort of, but instead of the boring shit, we could use it to dig deeper and get to know each as more than just Abigail’s friends or this whole new makeshift roommate vibe we have going on.”
“Hmm, that’s a valid point. Sure, why don’t you go first then?”
“If you could go back in time, what year would you choose and why?”
“Like the year as a whole?” At my nod, she continues, “Probably third year of high school. It was carefree, just gossiping with Abbie about boys and enjoying life.” I can’t help but wonder if I ever featured in those conversations.
“That’s super sweet, Cora. Your turn now.”
Blushing, she asks, “What’s your biggest fear?”
“Going in with the big guns, huh? As cliche as it is, probably all my loved ones dying or being tortured in front of me. That or never getting a chance with my dream girl,” I hint, hoping she catches the deeper meaning, then I ask the question I’ve been dying to know the answer to, “Would you give a cheater a second chance?”
“That’s heavy. And for the record, no second chances for cheaters,” she declares. The look of utter contempt on her face reassures me that that fuckface won’t be an issue going forward. “Good girl,” I mummer as I reach for a refill, topping her as I wait for her next question.
“Do you remember your first kiss? If so, how was it?”
“Pass.” No way in hell is this the moment I tell her that no girl ever lived up to her and therefore I haven’t had my first kiss yet. Or my first anything. Now isn’t the time to tell her that I saved all my firsts for her and her alone.
“What do you mean pass? Passing wasn’t in the rules! If you’re not going to play fair then we need a timeout on this until you will.” She pouts and I wonder if she would be so quick to pout in front of me if she knew how hard the act of defiance makes my cock. But she’s not ready for that conversation. Soon, but not yet.
Instead, I smirk and say, “I’ll hold you to that. By my count, I still have eighteen questions to cash in on.”
We end up spending hours just chatting and catching up as we finish the bottle of vodka between us. Cora’s been looking at me with the softest expression that’s begging to be kissed all night, and goddam if this girl isn’t testing all my willpower right now. Despite the chick flick playing in the background, our focus is entirely on each other, the air thick with tension.
Going from seeing her every day at school to having to stalk her socials or bug Abigail for bits of information here and there was hell, but it was better than dragging her into this and risking her safety.
At some point, she drifts off, and as I prepare to leave her to sleep, she mutters, “Please don’t leave, everyone leaves me.”
Hearing those words, I can’t bring myself to go. Stripping down to my boxers, I lie beside her, vowing silently that nothing will make me leave her—not now, not ever. Again, this is a problem for future me.
For now, I’m just going to enjoy the feeling of her in my arms. Where she belongs.