Bull: An MMA Stepbrother Romance (6 page)

He slammed to the mats and paused as he caught his breath. “That was excellent. I knew you had it in you.” 

“How did I do that?” she said, perplexed.

“Leverage,” he said as he rose to his feet. “I mean, strength has a lot to do with it, and you are definitely strong for your size, but I am twice your weight. The only way to even those odds is with leverage. You had a good, strong, low base. You had me over. Once you pull one leg like that an unbalance me, I’m going down like it or not.”

“That’s...amazing. I want to know more,” Lisa said as she again found herself interested in the power of what he was teaching her.

“I know, it’s cool, huh?” he said. “I love it when people see the power of this stuff. Do you remember your guard position?” 

“Yeah, I think so,” she said.

“Alright. Show me,” Jake said.

Lisa laid on the mats awkwardly. She opened her legs to him expecting him to kneel between them and get in her guard.

He didn’t.

Instead, he just looked at her. She grew increasingly uncomfortable being on display with her legs spread for him. The discomfort turned into arousal as she imagined spreading herself for him. “Uh, are you...don’t you–”

“Don’t I what?” he asked. “Don’t I get into your guard?” he said as he watched her spread before him.

Lisa brought her legs together, embarrassed.

“No,” he said a little louder than she expected. “Don’t do that. Spread your legs again.” His words were cold, like orders. Commands.

Lisa was both ashamed and aroused. It was a confusing jumble of emotions. Why was he doing this? Was he toying with her? She couldn’t tell, all she knew was that she liked it.

She looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze, but she did as he said and spread her legs open wide for him.

“That’s good,” he said as he stood there watching her on display. With every passing second her arousal grew and she felt the slick juices between her legs begin to flow. The Lycra pants were black, at least he wouldn’t be able to see any wetness. She almost wished he could.

He cleared his throat. “Good. I want you to have good muscle memory for that position.” He kneeled between her legs and Lisa had to suppress the urge to sigh as he pulled her small body into his. He pressed his hips into hers. The pressure on her mound made her head spin.

“Okay,” he said. His breath seemed jagged, uneven. 

Was she imagining that? Was it her breath? Her heart thumped in her chest. A sudden lightheadedness washed over her and she was grateful to be laying down.

“Um, yeah, the guard,” he stammered. “Um, from here, yeah, you’ve got your triangle. But you can also do an arm bar.”

He again put his right arm around her throat as if he was going to choke her. He tightened his fingers and she felt him squeeze. The pressure felt good. She felt powerless beneath him.

She felt an almost imperceptible change in his hips as he continued talking to her. The pressure made his hips grind further into hers and made her burn between her thighs. It was becoming too much. She needed some kind of relief. She adjusted her hips and tightened her legs around him, trying to put pressure on just the right spot. A little pressure there, a little friction. It would quell the burn, it would feel so good.

“Lisa?” Jake said as she snapped out of her delirium.

“Uh, what? What did you say?”

“I said grab my wrist with your left hand.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said as she struggled to regain focus. 

She reached up and grabbed his thick wrist. If she moved just an inch, maybe two, she could drag his muscular forearm across her left breast. It would brush across a nipple. It would feel so good. Just a little friction.

She adjusted herself beneath him, trying to make it look like she was finding a way to get comfortable. It created just enough space for her to pivot her chest. She pivoted and his forearm dragged across her breast and over her nipple. It sent a shock of pleasure straight to her core and almost pulled another moan from her.

She looked at him to make sure he hadn’t noticed. 

“Okay, with your right arm, grab the back of my right triceps.”

She threw her arm over his and grabbed a handful of his massive triceps muscle. The tips of her fingers traced the bulging horseshoe shape as she squeezed. 

“Good,” he said. Now pivot your hips out and swing your left leg in front of my face and lock your two legs together.

She pivoted and locked out and Jake tumbled to the mat. They were now laying with their backs flat on the mat at a right angle to each other. Her legs were over his chest and he had  extended between her legs. She held his wrist with both of her hands near her face. His massive triceps muscle pressed against her mound. His forearm was between the globes of her breasts.

“That's perfect,” he said. “From here you can bridge your hips up. If you push your hips up to the ceiling, and hold my arm close to your chest, you can bend my elbow backward and break it. You will force my arm to bend the wrong way. It’s called an arm lock or an arm bar. Try it.”

Lisa held his arm close to her chest with both hands and pushed off the mat with her feet, bridging her hips up. She felt her hips beginning to put pressure on near his elbow, forcing his arm straight. 

But the pressure on his elbow joint was not what she noticed most. It was the pressure his arm was putting on her mound. It sent an electric shock straight to her core as she hit just the right spot. She could hump her hips ever-so-slightly up and down. It would rub her right where she needed it.

She gave her hips the slightest extra movement back and forth and put friction right on the button. Each rub sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

“Good, Lisa,” Jake said. “Press harder up.”

She bridged her hips up to the ceiling as hard she could, dragging his arm over her mound.

“Ahhh,” he groaned as the pressure on his arm became pain. He tapped her thigh three times and she lowered her hips back to the mat, releasing the pressure on his arm.

“Good. Again,” he said.

Yes....

She bridged up, again drawing his arm over her mound and putting friction right on her magic spot. The friction was the only thing that could stop the burning between her legs.

“Yes, Lisa,” Jake said. “Memorize this motion. Again!”

She lowered her hips back to the mat, dragging the back of his arm as hard as she could across her mound. She bridged again. Relaxed. Bridged. Relaxed.

With each thrust up and down she put delicious pressure on her spot as she used his arm to quell the burn in her pelvis. 

“Harder, Lisa,” he encouraged. “You have to crank it hard. Put your back into it. You have to strain. My arm is thick and strong. You’ll have to use your whole body to break it.”

Lisa bridged her hips up again and felt the muscles of his arm spread her lips open between her legs. The Lycra of her pants stretched into a sheer barrier that was barely separated his skin from hers.

“Ungh,” she moaned as she strained her splayed mound up against his arm.

“Release it!” he said.

She lowered her hips to the mat.

“Thrust!” he said.

Again she thrust her hips up and moaned as the beautiful friction eased the burn. The relief was short-lived. It only served to make the burn that much hotter.

“Again!”

She released and thrust, moaning louder.

“Pull hard! Use your whole body!”

She released and thrust her hips up even harder. She moaned her pleasure, no longer caring if he thought her moans were from the struggle of effort. 

She repeated the motion. The burn was growing. The only release was the friction, that perfect friction. She was almost there. She closed her eyes and savored the sensations that coursed through her.

She held his arm close to her chest and once more lowered her hips to the mat and thrust them hard up to the ceiling. She moaned as his arm dragged over her clit and pleasure exploded through her body. Wave after wave of pleasure emanated from her core as she rocked her hips up and down. 

“Ungh,” she moaned as she timed the rocking with the waves of pleasure. In her mind, the arm between her legs became his cock, and it wasn’t between her legs it was inside her. All the tension in her body released as the waves cascaded over her. They flowed from the depths of her being up and down her spine to the tips of her fingers and toes.

For a brief moment, everything was a blur. The cold reality of the situation soon dawned on her as she came down from the fog of bliss. She still held his arm in her hands and still had her hips thrust to up to the ceiling. Had she just...she couldn’t even think it. How could she have let this happen?

She opened her eyes and dropped her hips back to the mat as she looked at Jake. His mouth was open in an expression of pure shock. That broke the dam. Tears of shame erupted from her eyes and spilled down her face. She turned away from him and stumbled to her feet.

“Lisa!” Jake called to her as she ran as fast as she could for the door.

“Lisa, come back! Lisa!”

She threw herself into the crash bar of the gym door and spilled out into the street. Her tears flowed as heavy sobs racked her body.

She didn’t know where she was going. She just knew it had to be as far away as possible and that she had to get there as fast as she could.

Jake

Chapter 8

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Jake laid in his underwear in the soak tub, dizzy from the heat, trying not to think of Lisa. He checked the clock. It had only been three minutes since the last time he had checked. Still seventeen minutes to go. Fuck!

The image of Lisa grinding her little pussy on his arm popped into his head for the umpteenth time. God, she was so fucking hot, with those little bookish glasses she wore, and that messy bun she had her hair up in. From the first moment he had seen her at her mom’s house he could barely get the thought of her out of his head.

She looked so innocent, so proper to the rest of the world, but Jake had been right. He had known it from the start. There was a sexual dynamo lurking inside her and he had managed to pull it out. She had just needed the right...teacher. She still had so much to learn.

And the sounds she had made when she came. God! He had never heard something so fucking hot. It was so obvious how she had tried to cover her moans to make it sound like she was straining hard against his arm. The harder she pretended to strain, the hotter her sounds became.

He felt his cock hardening and he shifted in the tub. Cole was helping through his weight cut and coming in and out of the bathroom where Jake was soaking. Jake sure as hell didn’t want Cole walking in on him and seeing a raging boner.

His mind wandered back to Lisa again. She had made herself cum! She had actually ground her tight little pussy against his arm until she popped. He felt a heat in his arm where her pussy had rubbed and he subconsciously stroked it with his other hand. He smiled as he thought of her humping her little body against his arm, moaning as she came. It was still hard to believe it had happened.

His smile faded as he remembered the look on her face when she had opened her eyes. That look of panic, fear, and shame. The tears seemed to come from nowhere, they just erupted. He didn’t know tears could form that fast. The memory shot a pang of longing into his heart. He wanted nothing more in the world than to just hold her right now. Hug her, tell her it was his fault, that she shouldn't be ashamed. 

He had hurt her. Always the idiot. He had known what he was doing all along, had got her all worked up, had encouraged her, pushed her. Hell, he had practically made her cum. Every time she bucked her hips he had ground the back of his arm into her soft pussy mound. He did it over and over until his arm had splayed her pussy lips open and found her delicate little clit. When he felt her lips part under the sheer material he knew he had her. Her wetness leaked through the material and had coated his arm. He was sure she would stop, but she kept going, and he kept grinding his arm into her as she made her cute moans of pleasure.

His cock had become rock hard as she ground on his arm. He kept expecting her to look up and see it, but she had lost herself in the moment. She just kept humping her sweet pussy on him.

And as the jackass he always was, he had made her cry. Fuck! He thought after she came they might share a good laugh about it. What an idiot. It had felt like he was making progress with her. As always, he just had to go and ruin it.

“Dude, hand me my phone,” he said to Cole.

Cole got Jake’s phone off the table and brought it over to him.

He unlocked it and went to the Messages section and brought up Lisa’s entry. Still no answer. He scrolled through. He had sent so many unanswered texts going back the last several days. He had apologized, told her it was his fault. He had begged for her to come watch his fight. Nothing. Not a single response. No sign she had even read them.

He did what he could to shake thoughts of Lisa from his head. Now was not the time to think about Lisa, much less to lust after her. Now was the time to focus on giving this Beast motherfucker a quick execution on Saturday night.