Consumed: A MMA Sports Romance (34 page)

“Ooh, you’re soaking wet, Evie,” Zack
said, his voice low with arousal. I blushed, feeling the heat spread from my
face down to my chest. “God that’s fucking hot.”

Zack shook his head and my moment of
near-humiliation passed; I had never managed to get very wet when we’d had
sex—I had been too nervous to get fully aroused. Another guy I’d been with
since breaking up with Zack had actually thought it was bad that I got soaking
wet when I was turned on. Zack’s fingers pressed against me more firmly and I
writhed against his touch, pushing my hips down, more than ready for more.
Zack’s lips left mine and I almost protested—wanting everything all at once,
wanting to feel him kissing me and touching me at the same time. But his lips
began to move in a trail down from my mouth to my neck to my breasts. Zack
pulled me up off of the couch and unhooked my bra in a quick movement, guiding
it down off of my shoulders and over my arms before tossing it aside. He
lingered at my breasts for a moment again, switching between my nipples,
sucking and licking while he stroked me through the thin fabric of my panties.

Zack’s lips traveled down over the length
of my body, his hot breath tickling my stomach as he worked his way towards his
hand. He nuzzled the curve of my hip, looking up at me with his dark eyes
almost black from lust. I squirmed with impatience when he withdrew his
fingers, finding the zipper on my skirt by touch and tugging it down, loosening
the fabric around my waist. He pulled it down over my hips and along my legs,
letting it fall onto the floor as he rubbed his face against the front of my panties,
teasing me with the heat of his body, the hot stickiness of his breath through
the thin fabric. I bit my lip, throwing my head back against the couch
cushions, trying to keep from being too loud—although I couldn’t say why; it
wasn’t like there was anyone but Zack to hear me. Zack hooked his fingers in
the waistband of my panties and tugged them down over my hips. He kissed the
space between my navel and my pussy, nibbling lightly.

The next moment, he had my panties off
completely, and I cried out as Zack rubbed his face against my pussy, his rough
stubble rasping against my sensitive skin. I whimpered as he parted my slick
folds, lapping against my inner labia while I squirmed underneath him. Zack had
never gone down on me before—he’d gotten me off with his fingers in high
school, and I’d sucked him off on more than one occasion, but he had never been
interested in going down. His tongue moved up and down along my soaking wet
folds, lapping up my fluids, sending a jolt of pleasure through me every time
he came close to my clit. I threaded my fingers in his hair, pressing my lips
together as moans pushed up through my throat.

Zack worked me over with his mouth slowly,
moving from the well of my pussy up closer to my clit, nuzzling against me,
making me writhe from the sensations he brought me. “Fuck—fuck, Zack—god, so
good,” I was saying, words tumbling out of my mouth without any thought behind
them.

He found my clit with his tongue and began
to lick me, flicking against my pleasure center and sending crackling electric
sensation through every nerve in my body. He moved down to the well of my pussy
once more and I groaned in impatience, pushing my hips down to try and get
better contact. I pulled and tugged at his hair, grabbing at his shoulders, moving
mindlessly underneath him. Zack moved his tongue up to my clit once more and I
gasped and shivered, thrashing underneath him and twisting as he brought me
closer and closer to orgasm.

Zack sucked my clit between his lips, his
mouth pulsing around the cluster of nerves, and the next moment I felt his
fingertips playing against my soaking labia, slipping against my skin, finding
their way to my entrance. He plunged a finger into me slowly, pushing past the
resistance of my body. I felt my muscles tightening around him, as if my body
wanted to take him in deeper. Zack plunged it into me gradually, curling it
inside of me, his fingertip brushing against my inner walls. He added a second
finger, making me moan out again while I twisted my hips, for the moment
unaware of anything but how good it felt, how close I was.

“Fuck, Zack—I’m so close. Jesus—so
close—please, please,” I was ready to beg him to get me to the edge, arching up
off of the leather couch, drenched in sweat, my muscles tightening around him
erratically as I got closer and closer. I was moaning and whimpering
uncontrollably, more turned on than I had ever been in my life, my whole body
tingling.

I tumbled over the edge, hitting my climax
with a shriek that filled my ears, grabbing at Zack helplessly as he continued
to plunge his fingers deeper and deeper inside of me. His fingertips rubbed up
against my g-spot and my climax intensified, shooting hot and cold crackling
fire through my body, all through my veins. Zack didn’t let up for a second, sucking
and licking, devouring me as I gushed around his fingers, writhing and panting
and gasping for breath. It was almost too much for me to take—I felt so good I
thought it might become pain instead. As the last of the spasms began to slack
off, Zack backed away, pulling back from my body as he licked the last traces
of my orgasm clinging to my skin. He slipped his fingers out of me and brought
them to his lips—I only barely, vaguely saw him licking them, grinning to
himself full of satisfaction as aftershocks of pleasure washed through my body.

Zack slithered up against me, kissing me
on the lips desperately. I could still feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing
against me and realized that I had let myself get completely distracted; but I
was still recovering from my orgasm—I wasn’t ready for more, not just yet. I
kissed him back, touching him all over, reaching down to the front of his jeans
to finish the job of unzipping him and getting him naked. I was still tingling,
still feeling hot and cold flashes; fortunately, I realized that Zack didn’t
seem to be in a major hurry to get to the main event. His hands trailed over my
body, oddly soothing, stroking and rubbing in a way that made me finally stop
shaking against him.

“There’s something different from high
school, huh?” he asked.

I laughed and looked up at his face,
shaking my head. “Yeah, I can definitely say with authority that you did not do
that when we were dating.”

Zack shrugged, kissing me on the lips
again briefly. “What can I say? I wasn’t that great a lay back then. Though I
do remember I was able to get you off with my fingers pretty well more than
once…”

His hand slipped up between my legs and he
began stroking and rubbing me, his fingers playing against my still-slick
labia, finding my clit by touch. I was still sensitive—almost too sensitive,
but I didn’t care. It felt so good to have him touching me, I wouldn’t have
stopped him even if I wasn’t entire sure we were all alone. I moaned out,
already starting to get turned on again.

“God, you’re even hotter than you were
back then,” Zack told me, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t remember you
ever being this down—this turned on.”

He rubbed my clit in tight little circular
movements of his fingers, pinching it lightly and sending a shiver of sensation
right up my spine.

“Well then get naked, stupid,” I said
impatiently. Zack laughed and climbed off of me, slipping out of his jeans and
taking his boxer-briefs off with them.

“You want this?” he asked me, wrapping his
hand around his cock and giving it a quick stroke. He wasn’t huge—I wouldn’t
compare him to a baseball bat—but he was certainly large enough, and I saw the
shine of precum on the tip. I nodded eagerly; I did want it. I couldn’t think
of anything I wanted more in my life than to feel him inside of me. Zack
climbed on top of me once more and slipped down between my legs, his hips
pressed up against mine. He was rock hard and hot against me; rubbing along my
labia as he rocked his hips slowly, teasing me. “Tell me how much you want it,”
Zack murmured, kissing along the column of my throat up to my ear.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “Stop
fooling around and fuck me already,” I told him, wrapping my legs around his
waist firmly.

Zack chuckled lowly in my ear and bit my
earlobe, making me gasp. “Say please,” he admonished, his voice full of
amusement. The tip of his cock rubbed up against my clit and I gasped. I set my
jaw; I didn’t want to give in, but my body was full of fire. I couldn’t wait
any longer.

“Please?” I said sweetly, pressing my body
against his. He had to want me every bit as much as I wanted him—he was hard as
a rock. Zack shifted his hips against me and reached down, guiding his cock up
against me. He thrust into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him as he
filled me up, pushing past the tightness of my body. “Fuck,” I said, shuddering
against him.

He wasn’t huge, but he was definitely big
enough to make me feel almost uncomfortable full for a moment as he pushed in
until our hips were flush. He stopped for a moment to kiss me on the lips
before he began to rock his hips once more, sliding out and pushing back in in
a steady rhythm that I fell into immediately. This wasn’t like any of our times
before—even though I knew that Zack had loved me when we were dating in high
school, he hadn’t had any technique, no way to know how to hold back and savor
the feeling.

I pushed my hips down to meet his thrusts,
touching him everywhere I could reach, kissing him everywhere I could, dragging
my lips against the skin of his neck, along his shoulders, back up to his
mouth. I felt his muscles flexing under his hot skin as he began to pick up his
pace gradually, thrusting harder and just a little faster into me. He shifted,
and his cock rubbed along my inner walls, seeking my g-spot, his pelvis rubbing
right up against my clit with every movement of his body. This was way better
than I could have imagined—it was hot, both of us dripping with sweat as we
moved together; it felt so much better than any of the sex we’d ever had
before. I wrapped my legs around him tighter, rubbing my body against his,
pushing my hips down in counterpoint to his thrusts.

Zack began to move faster and faster,
almost pounding into me, and to my shock I felt the pleasure mounting faster
and faster, like a knot deep down between my hips, tightening with every thrust
of his cock deeper into my body. Zack brushed up against my g-spot and I cried
out helplessly, my nails digging into his shoulders, my whole body tensing for
a moment before I melted into the pleasure. I was panting, struggling to take
deeper breaths to try and hold back my own orgasm—I wanted to feel Zack come
inside of me, I wanted to feel that moment when he reached his climax and
emptied into me. In the back of my mind I realized that I should have insisted
on a condom, but it was already too late—I couldn’t make myself break the mood
by stopping him, and anyway, he was already deep inside of me.
Get tested later,
I reminded myself
while I still had the ability to think. But as the sensations got more and more
intense, I lost all ability to think or even worry about it, moving with Zack
on instinct, falling into his rhythm. I could feel his cock twitching inside of
me, feel him getting tenser as we both got closer and closer.

Just when I thought I would get my
wish—that Zack would hit his climax and come, filling me up with his heat—he
stopped, resting his head against my shoulder and shuddering. “Fuck, Evie,” he
said lowly, his whole body tight with tension.

“Is something wrong?” I tried to pull his
face around to look into his eyes. He shook his head, chuckling.

“Nothing is wrong except that I can
usually last for hours and you’re about to get me off in minutes,” he said,
pulling himself up and kissing me hungrily. He slipped out of me and I tried
not to feel disappointed.

The next moment he twisted and shifted on
top of me, moving around and falling onto the couch. He maneuvered me on top of
him, holding me by the hips, pulling me up against him.

“Ride me, Evie—I want to watch you.”

I blushed; I had experimented a little bit
since Zack and I had broken up, but I wasn’t entirely expecting that shift. I
swallowed, feeling nervous without knowing why. I could still feel his cock,
hard as a rock, pressing against me. I straddled his hips, sitting up on top of
him and looking down into his pleasure-hazed eyes as I reached between our
bodies. I wrapped my hand around his cock and, as payback for how he had teased
me before, I stroked him a few quick times. He felt good in my hand, hot and
thick and full, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer—I was right on the edge.
I guided him up against me and sank down onto the length of his cock slowly,
throwing my head back with a moan as he filled me up.

I began to move my hips slowly, rocking
and twisting them, balancing on my knees with my hands on Zack’s shoulders. He
was watching me—I felt his eyes on my body and wondered just what he was
seeing. I felt my breasts shaking as I picked up the pace, unable to help
myself, pivoting and shifting my hips as I rose and fell on him. He felt so
good—I couldn’t hold back the moans that left me, and in a matter of moments
Zack was moving too, thrusting up into me, his hips colliding with mine, his
cock driving deeper and deeper inside of me.

“Fuck—yes—god—Zack!”

His hand moved down from my hip and
slipped between our bodies. He found my clit with his fingertips and began
stroking and rubbing me with every movement between us, sending shivering hot
and cold tingles of pleasure through me that made it impossible for me to do
anything other than speed up, throw myself down on him, faster and faster.