Consumed: A MMA Sports Romance (57 page)

Zack threw me against the door and pinned
me there, finding my lips and kissing me with a desperate hunger that I
couldn’t help but echo, my whole body already beginning to tingle, hot and cold
flashes shooting along my arms and legs. I could feel the hard ridge of his
erection pressing against me as he began to rub up against me slowly, rocking
his hips. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, tangling my fingers in
his hair as I melted into the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth. I hadn’t
realized how much I had been starving for contact with him, how much I had craved
the feeling of Zack’s body and mine together. Even with our clothes still on,
just kissing, I was so turned on and almost overwhelmed by how good it felt. I
nibbled at his bottom lip playfully, evading the probing movements of his
tongue seeking mine, pulling him in to deepen the kiss more and more.

Zack took control, one of his hands moving
up to hold the my head in place while he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth
nipping sharply and then sweeping the rough, wet, wriggling of his tongue along
my sensitive skin. I lost myself in the kiss, uncaring of how much time had
passed, not even caring for the moment if we did any more than what was already
happening. My mind was spinning, my whole body reeling and arching into his
touch as Zack’s hands trailed over the curves of my body: touching and teasing
and exploring me. I felt and didn’t feel the hard door at my back; I was too
absorbed in the feeling of Zack’s body, muscled and hot, pressed along my
front. Zack broke away from my lips and I was panting, shivering, my pussy
already soaking wet. He dipped his head to the side and kissed along the column
of my neck, nuzzling me with his cheek and then teasing me with his lips and
teeth and tongue, finding every sensitive patch along my throat, my neck, my
collar bones, and driving me crazy with the worship of his mouth. I was moaning
out, twisting against the door, struggling to get better contact, to push my
hips down against his. I was burning up, my whole body going tense with need.

Zack’s hands slipped up underneath my tee
shirt, brushing against my bare skin, making the trembling in my arms and legs
even worse as I got more and more turned on by the moment. He began to slowly
pull my shirt up, dragging it against my skin, his fingertips gliding over my
ribs, past my breasts. I put my arms over my head and Zack barely broke away
from my neck to get my shirt over my head and throw it aside, uncaring of where
it landed. He brought his lips down on mine once more as his hands cupped my
breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of my bra, teasing me until my
nipples hardened to his touch, becoming firm little nubs straining at the
satiny material to try and meet his touch. I worked my hands down along his
back and found the hem of his shirt. I tugged mindlessly, distracted by the way
that Zack was touching me, almost unable to think from how turned on I was. I
wanted nothing more than for us both to be naked already, for Zack’s thick,
hard cock to be deep inside of me and for us both to be moving.

I somehow managed to get Zack’s shirt up
and over his head—I could never remember afterwards how exactly it finally came
together—and we spent a few more moments rubbing against each other, pressed
against the door to my hotel room, kissing each other’s lips, throats,
shoulders until I was in such a delirious state of arousal that I wasn’t even
sure I could manage to keep myself upright. Zack lifted me up into his arms and
carried me away from the door.

“Which one is yours?” he asked me
breathlessly, moving towards the beds.

I laughed, shaking my head at the
silliness of the situation. “The one farther from the door,” I told him, barely
remembering. I was sure that Jess would appreciate me not having sex on her
bed—but I would have easily done it without even thinking if Zack hadn’t asked
the question.

Zack dropped me onto the bed and then
climbed in next to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly and then pinning me
against the down comforter. He kissed me again and the world spun around us as
my hands trailed over his back, down along his spine. I kneaded and rubbed
Zack’s shoulders as the kiss got deeper and deeper, as Zack went to work on the
fly of my jeans with hands much steadier than my own. Zack let out a groan as I
worked away at the tight muscles I found by touch in his back and shoulders,
breaking away from my lips to smile at me.

“Just like high school,” he murmured,
before ducking down to kiss a trail along the column of my throat.

He covered every inch of the top of my
breasts in kisses, reaching up to pull the cups down. I gasped as he latched
onto my right nipple with his lips, sucking and licking, sending jolts of
electric pleasure seemingly straight to my pussy, making it wetter and wetter,
making my inner muscles tighten convulsively with need. I lost all ability to
think, trapped in a world of sensations as Zack finally finished opening my fly
and then tugged my jeans down over my hips.

I kicked them the rest of the way down
from my knees, desperate for more contact between our bodies. I wrapped my legs
around Zack’s waist and pushed my hips down against his. I was soaking wet, my
whole body needy for him, my hands touching everywhere I could reach. Zack
groaned as I rubbed myself against the hard ridge of his cock in his pants,
gasping and shuddering as the friction bloomed right on my clit. He began to
rock his hips up against mine, rubbing firmly against me, and I felt myself
soaking through my panties, getting closer and closer to orgasm just from the
friction.

“God I’ve wanted you so much,” Zack
murmured against my breasts, nuzzling against me before he brought his lips up
to mine once more. He pulled me up just a little bit and reached around to my
back, his hands trailing against my already sweat-slick skin to find the clasp
of my bra.

I had no idea of how it happened—time went
away—but then I was completely naked in his arms, rubbing my pussy against him
as we moved together; at some point Zack’s clothes had fallen off, too, sent
away to some corner of the room where we might never find them. He reached down
between my legs and started to stroke and rub me firmly with his fingers,
pressing against my clit and then retreating, torturing me with constant,
teasing sensation. I twisted and writhed underneath him, wanting more contact,
wanting to feel him inside of me—and then his fingers were, plunging deep into
my pussy, rubbing along my inner walls to find my elusive g-spot as his thumb
swirled in tight little circles around my clit.

“Fuck—Zack—Oh, god…Zack, please,” I heard
my voice but didn’t think of the words that were tumbling out of my lips as he
worked me with his fingers, twisting and curling them inside of me, dragging
them along my tight, wet inner walls. I shuddered against him, crying out as he
brushed my pleasure center.

I had to hold onto him very tightly; my
whole body was shaking, my arms and legs seemed to have no bones in them at all
as Zack began to drag his fingertips against my g-spot again and again,
swallowing down my moans as he kissed me. Every muscle in my body tensed and
released erratically, my body flexing around his fingers as if it didn’t want
them to ever leave. I threw my head back against the pillows, my fingernails
digging into his shoulder, into his back, as I hit orgasm all at once, pleasure
coursing through my veins, sensation lighting up my nervous system. Zack
murmured praise, encouragement in my ears that I could barely follow, while
wave after wave racked me, pleasure intense it might have been pain. He finally
began to slow down as the spasms began to abate, continuing to rub my clit but
barely thrusting his fingers inside of me as my moans of pleasure began to slow
down and then stop.

I lay there underneath him, panting, and
my heart racing for a long time. My mind was a haze of pleasure, tingling
electric aftershocks working through every nerve of my body. “Oh my God,” I
said, as my breath started to return to normal finally. I shook my head,
smiling like an idiot but not caring in the slightest. “I had almost forgotten
how good you are at that. It’s not fair.”

Zack chuckled lowly, and I opened my eyes
in time to see him bring his fingers up to his lips and lick them clean of my
fluids.

“I’ll have to make sure that you never
forget it again, then,” he told me with a little cocky grin.

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “I can still
get you off in ten minutes or less with my mouth and don’t you forget that.”

Zack kissed me and I could taste myself on
his lips and tongue—I was surprised by how much I liked it.

“Evie, I will never, ever be able to
forget that,” Zack told me, kissing me on the lips again. “It is absolutely
seared on my memory—I may have actually gotten off to it a few times while we
were apart.” Zack’s hands moved over my body slowly but steadily, caressing and
exploring my curves.

“Good. I should show you that again
sometime.” Zack grinned, beginning to rock his hips against mine, letting me
feel how hard he still was. “Is that a hint?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No. No, it’s not a hint. I’ll be more
than happy to be reminded about how good you are with your tongue later. Right
now, all I want is to be inside of you.”

I could feel myself starting to get turned
on again; I was already soaking wet from my first orgasm, and as the last
aftershocks of pleasure glittering along my nerves began to abate, I was nearly
ready to go again. I kissed Zack hungrily, reaching down between our bodies. I
wrapped my hand around his thick, hard cock and began to stroke him slowly, not
wanting to work him too hard—I wanted him inside of me as much as he wanted to be
inside of me, if not more—but wanting to tease him the way he’d teased me. Zack
groaned, breaking away from my lips to bury his face against my neck as I
rubbed the tip of his cock with my thumb. He thrust into my hand, rocking his
hips in time with my touch, his body going tense against me.

I brought him right up to the edge, paying
attention to every detail—how his cock twitched between my fingers, how he
moved, the sound of his moans—and then I backed off, chuckling at his
frustrated groan.

 
“You were the one who said you wanted to be
inside of me,” I told him playfully.

Zack pulled himself up and shook his head,
smiling in spite of his obvious frustration.

“Okay, that’s fair,” he said.

He shifted down between my legs and
brought his hips up against mine. He began to rock, and I shivered as his hot,
hard cock slipped between the slick folds of my pussy, rubbing up against my
inner labia and my clit. He turned my teasing around on me, tormenting me with
the sensation of his cock pressed against my most sensitive flesh, rubbing and
gliding, sliding in the midst of my slickness until all I could think about was
how much I wanted him inside of me. Finally, we both seemed to agree at the
same time that torturing ourselves was just no longer fair. Zack pulled himself
up and reached down between us, guiding the top of his cock against my labia.

He thrust into me slowly, letting me feel
every inch of him pushing past the feeble resistance of my body, deeper and
deeper into my pussy. I shivered—he felt so good; so hot and hard and perfect
inside of me, I almost couldn’t take it. Zack and I began to move together
almost at once, kissing each other hungrily. I pushed my hips down to meet his
thrusts, flexing my muscles around him. Tingling hot and cold waves of
sensation shot through my body, pleasure building up inside of me with every
movement of Zack’s hips as he filled me up over and over again, pulling almost
all the way out before thrusting into me once more. I wanted the slow pace to
never end—but I wanted it to speed up all at the same time, as more and more
friction built between our bodies. I wrapped my legs around Zack’s hips, trying
to get a better advantage, desperate for as much contact as I could get.

Somehow, Zack shifted against me, and then
every movement of his hips pressed and rubbed against my clit, his cock buried
deep inside of me. He kissed my face, my neck, and my shoulders—everywhere his
lips could reach, and I echoed his worship, kissing and nipping along his
throat and the line of his jaw. I tasted his sweat on my lips, the sweetness of
his mouth. We started to speed up gradually, and I explored Zack’s body with my
hands as well as my mouth, trailing along his back and shoulders, reaching down
to grab his firm ass tightly. I was getting closer and closer to orgasm every
moment and forced myself to hold back; I had already hit one orgasm for the
night—it was Zack’s turn to go first, I told myself firmly.

But Zack seemed to have other plans. He
reached down between my legs, holding himself up on one arm as he found my clit
by touch. I cried out as he began to stroke me in counterpoint to his thrusts,
rubbing in tight little circles that drove any ability at self-control
completely out of my brain. I moved mindlessly underneath him, moaning and
crying out, holding onto him desperately. I couldn’t take any more—in a matter
of moments, it seemed, I was grabbing at him, my nails digging into his skin as
his name left my lips again and again and again. Wave after wave of pleasure
crashed through me in the span of a few heartbeats, shocking and jolting
through my nervous system.

A moment after I hit my orgasm, Zack
reached his own climax, and I felt his cock twitching inside of me, felt the
sticky-slick flood of his orgasm shooting into me. We moved from sheer
momentum, continuing to twist and writhe together until the very last waves of
pleasure began to ebb. Zack collapsed against me, his face buried against my
shoulder, as we both panted and gasped for breath. For a long time, I was content
just to lie there, feeling the weight of Zack’s body against mine. I drifted,
tingling all over, my breath gradually slowing and my pulse returning to
normal.