Chapter Ten

Danica

Present Day

J onathan dances in front of me, dancing lightly on his feet in a taunting manner. He has gotten several good jabs in, but then, so have I. Focusing on my breathing, maintaining an even rhythm, I just notice the subtle shift of his footing and manage to swerve to the left, missing his gloved fist as it aims for my jaw. I counter his punch with a kick to his side, forcing him to dance away from me, a few steps backwards towards the rope border.

I grin, now in a much better mood than when I first arrived this morning. Jonathan returns my grin with a knowing smirk, and I quickly loosen my gloves, dropping them to the ground. Without giving him a chance to move, I sprint to his corner and jump up, wrapping my legs around his waist and grabbing his neck, my mouth connecting with his in a heated kiss.

He holds me easily in his arms, one hand running up my back before reaching up and grabbing my ponytail, firmly pulling on it to pull my head back. Neck exposed; he runs his tongue from the base of my neck up to my ear before nipping gently at my lobe. His other hand, helping hold me up, squeezes my ass firmly and I moan at the feel of him. I can feel his cock pressing against my pelvis, and I squeeze my legs more tightly, grinding into him and eliciting a groan in return .

Letting go of my hair, he brings his hand around to my front, lightly squeezing my breast over the fabric of my sports bra before trailing his hand down my stomach, to the elastic waistband of my shorts. His mouth connects with mine once more as he moves his hand to my thigh, sliding up, underneath the leg opening to squeeze my ass and run his fingers along my seam. Our tongues intertwine in a tangled frenzy and he nips lightly at my lip before setting me down.

Making quick work of it, I discard my shorts and bra, all the while watching the floor show as he slowly raises his shirt over his head, exposing his rock-hard abs and the happy trail that I know leads to a large, rock-hard dick.

His grin is cocky as he watches me, watching him. And then I see him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing as he takes me in. Completely naked, my toned body has a light sheen of sweat after our vigorous training session, wild curls escaping out of what had once been a tightly pulled back ponytail.

“God damn, woman! Wow!”

“You just gonna stand there staring, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” Arching my brow, I give him a look and that is all the encouragement he needs before once again stepping over to me and lifting me up into his arms.

Our mouths move together, breaths heavy as I wrap my legs once more around his waist and run my fingers through his hair. Breaking free from the heated kiss, he trails light nips down my neck and across my chest before taking my generous breast in his rough hand and sucking my nipple into his mouth. Waves of pleasure course through me, rippling down into my core as the tightness starts to build.

He grazes his teeth lightly over the tight bud before releasing it, and I suck in a sharp breath at the cool air on my sensitive skin as his mouth moves languidly to the other side, making sure to give generous attention to my other breast as well. “Pants. Off. Now.” The words are a gasp, escaping my lips as I pull firmly on his hair, drawing his head up and bringing his attention back to my face.

“You want this fucking cock, Ellis? Want this dick to fill you up and pound you until can’t fucking walk straight?”

I groan. “God, yes. I need you to fuck me. Hard. Now.”

My words of affirmation are the consent he needs, and mentally I roll my eyes. I know how cocky he can get when I demand his dick, but damn if it doesn’t hit the spot-on days like this.

Still holding me firmly with one arm, I can feel him reach down with his other hand and slide down the waist of his athletic shorts before he readjusts, shifting me so that my exposed pussy is grinding on his rigid length. I can’t contain the soft moan of pleasure that the sensation elicits, and I pull hard on his hair once again, signaling him to resume.

Grinding his pelvis into mine, he takes my nipple back into his mouth, sucking hard as he shifts his hips, grinding into me until my slickness is coating both of us. Leaning my head down, I lick a bead of sweat that is trailing down the side of his face and he groans, the vibrations sending tingles throughout my body.

With a slight shift of my hips, I tighten my core, and pull away just enough so that his cock juts out between us before pulling my hips closer once more, burying him deep inside me. The connection causes us both to inhale sharply, and the hand not holding me, squeezing my ass, reaches around front to pinch and twist my nipple while he continues to suck on the other side. Hips pumping into mine, wave after wave of shivers tingle down my spine at the intense pleasure.

I can feel it building within me, but I need something. I need more. Letting go of his hair with one of my hands, I twist away slightly, giving just enough room for me to fit my hand between us. I reach down, sliding my fingers through my slick curls, and start to play with my nub, sending chills coursing through me. My other hand slides down from his hair and holds tightly against his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

The pumping increases into a frantic frenzy, and my nails dig in so tightly that I am sure they are drawing blood, even as his fingers leave their bruising mark on my ass. Widening his legs, Jonathan adjusts his stance as he holds me up, and the new position hits deep, rubbing just right against my g-spot and I feel the explosion as it courses through my body. With a shout, my nipple pops out of his mouth as he explodes inside me and drops gently to his knees, never letting me go or severing our intimate connection.

With a gentle push against his shoulders, I force him to lean back until he plops against the mat and I am straddling him as I sit on his hips. Leaning over, I place a quick peck on his lips before lifting off his still hard cock and rolling off and lying close, though not technically cuddling, on the mat. We lay there for several minutes, hearts racing as we both try to catch our breaths, me on my side facing him, as he continues to lay on his back.

Turning his head, Jonathan grins over at me before turning closer and smacking me playfully on the ass. “Ice cream?”

I sit crisscross on the couch, spoonful of ice cream between my lips, wearing one of Jonathan’s shirts that is way too big for me. He sits beside me, his large, muscled frame taking up too much space on the expensive couch. Everything in his penthouse apartment is expensive and fancy, quintessential millionaire bachelor-pad style. Dark, clean lines with exposed beams, and steel accents. Not dissimilar from my brother Caleb’s style of decor in his place back east, in fact. What is it with rich bachelor men and their similar taste in style?

Reaching over, he playfully nudges me with his spoon. “Out with it, Ellis.”

With a grimace, I narrow my eyes as I look over at him. Before I can bite out a reply, I am cut off.

“Don’t even try some smart-ass remark with me about how it’s nothing. I know you baby girl. Your head wasn’t in it today while we were sparring, and you were triggered. You don’t get triggered that easily anymore unless something is wrong. Something’s clearly bothering you, so spill.” He cuts me with his shrewd gaze, and I shift uncomfortably next to him. It’s really not fair how easily he can read me.

Resigned, I let out a sigh. “What are you doing next Saturday?”