Beast: An MMA Stepbrother Romance (11 page)

“Yes, I want it.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that so I know not to do anything inappropriate.  We wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Emma looks at me with pleading, almost frustrated eyes, and gives into her lust.  “Yes, I want your
cock
!”

“Wow, Emma, you’ve got a dirty little mouth, don’t you?  I think you need to clean up your act.”  I reach over to the nearest shower knob and twist it, turning on the water.

“Why don’t you start by stripping off that little black dress of yours and stepping into the shower?”

I walk Emma to the edge of the water, pulling her hand out of my shorts and guiding it down to the bottom of her dress.

“I’ll stand over here and watch.”

Emma looks back at me, hesitating as she pulls her dress halfway up her ass.  Then, she turns around so I can get a better view as she pulls the dress over her head.  Dressed only in her bra and panties, she walks over and hangs the dress from the nearest dry showerhead, and then looks dead into my eyes as she strips down to nothing.

Her panties come off first, giving me an amazing view of her curvy ass as she steps out of them.  Then, she reaches up and unhooks her bra, letting her tits fall out of the cups and revealing the most perfect, kissable nipples I’ve ever seen in my life.

It takes every ounce of discipline in my being not to pounce on Emma, but I want to see her squirm a little more first, so I smirk and point to the running shower behind her.

She shudders, goosebumps rippling across her pale, naked skin, and then she takes a couple steps back into the running shower…and then jumps back out again.

“It’s cold!”

Emma reaches for the hot water knob, twists it, and then gets back under the running water.  Then, when she looks back at me, I hook my thumbs into my fighting shorts and peel them down, one inch at a time.  Emma’s lucky she’s underneath a shower, because I’m pretty sure she starts drooling once I get my cock out in the open.  By the time I kick the shorts completely off my legs, Emma’s mouth is hanging open, and her fingernails are brushing against her thigh like she’s about to start touching herself right there in front of me.

That fucking does it.  I can’t take it anymore.  I need to get into this fucking shower and nail Emma up against the wall
now
.  I step under the water with every intention of lifting Emma up into the air and fucking her until she screams, but when I get close, she drops down to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth instead.

Holy shit.  I didn’t even have this in the fucking gameplan, but Emma’s going to town on my shaft like a seasoned pro.  Instantly, I stop in my tracks and shudder as she takes me, her hands running up and down the muscles in my legs until she grabs my ass and uses it to get herself deeper.  I look up into the running water and put my hands down on her head, running them through her wet hair and stroking her cheek, showing my gratitude and encouraging her to go faster.

But I probably shouldn’t.  The feeling of her perfect lips running up and down my shaft combined with the scrumptious little noises she’s making are going to make me fill her sweet little mouth with come if this lasts much longer.

“Emma, Emma, Emma.”  I pinch her ear between my finger and my thumb, and she looks up at me with wide eyes.  “How are you ever going to get clean if you keep acting so dirty?”

I put my hands on her cheeks and pull her off my cock, drawing a long, low moan of protest from her lips.  Then, I put my hands under her armpits and pull her to her feet.

“You didn’t have to stop me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“I wanted…to taste you.”

I smirk.  “There’ll be plenty of time for that later.  Right now, we need to get you clean.”  I reach behind Emma and grab a bar of soap from a rack underneath the showerhead.

Emma’s nipples harden into swollen little pebbles when she notices the soap in my hand.  Those are definitely the first things that need to get cleaned.  I take the soap and rub it gently across her tits, getting them nice and lathered up before I rub it in with my hand.  Then, I bring my soapy thumbs down to her nipples, washing them in slow, hard circles and then rolling them between my fingers.

Once Emma starts to squeal my name, I know it’s time to start cleaning the rest of her curvy body.  I take the bar of soap and run it
everywhere
:  under her arms, across her back and stomach, over every inch of her ass, and then, finally, up and down the insides of her thighs.  There’s one spot I’m avoiding, though, and as soon Emma looks like she can’t get any hotter for me, I get down on my knees and bury my tongue inside her.

The soapy water from Emma’s stomach runs through my hair and down my neck as she grabs the back of my head and pushes me harder against her.  I think she’s just as surprised at this as I was at her sucking my cock, but I’ve been dying to know what she tastes like ever since I met her.

And now I know:  she’s fucking delicious.  Emma’s hands push me further into her hard little clit, and I oblige, wrapping my lips around it and pushing tight little circles into it with my tongue.  It doesn’t take me very long to find out exactly what Emma likes, and once I do find out, I do it harder and harder until her screams bounce off the shower walls.

I smile against her flesh, reaching towards my shorts for the foil packet in my pocket, pulling it out, and ripping it open.  Once I’m sheathed, I look up at Emma, who’s staring down at me with pure lust in her eyes.  After a few seconds of eye contact, I pounce, jumping to my feet, wrapping Emma’s legs around my waist, and holding her against the wall, where I can slide every last inch of myself inside her.

Emma’s eyes are wide with shock before I’m even halfway inside her.  By the time I’m all the way in, she’s moaning my name and bucking her hips against me as hard as she can.

Well if that’s what Emma wants, then that’s what she’s going to get.  I hold her tight against the shower wall and start thrusting into her like a piston.  I start out hard, and then I get deeper and deeper inside her, losing myself in the feeling of her body grinding against mine and the water of the shower trickling down between us.  As I get deeper into Emma, I can feel her body heating, up, ready to explode again.  When it does, I go with her, shuddering and running my hands all over her body as I reach my climax.

Fuck.  I’m spent.  That was more intense than the actual fight.  At least we’re already standing in a running shower.  We stand there for a couple seconds, letting the water run over our bodies.

“Let’s go back and find Gina.  She’s probably looking for us by now.”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here before someone notices that there’s a punching bag in front of the door.”

Emma insists that we be as dry as possible before we leave, so that no one else will know what we were doing.  Then, as we leave the mostly empty arena, she takes my hand.  “I hope you know the way back to Sinners, because I
definitely
need a drink.”

Emma seems confused about how to treat me, looking at me one second and then looking away the next.  I just hope she doesn’t think this is the end.  Because as far as I’m concerned, it’s just the fucking beginning.

Chapter 15:  Emma

Ugh…my mouth still tastes like whiskey and it feels like someone’s sitting on my brain…I pull the covers over my head and curl up into a little ball.

It was definitely a mistake to try and match Gina drink for drink last night.  She’s been to college parties, and I’ve probably never had that much alcohol, ever.  Memories of laughing way too hard at the bartender’s jokes and drunk texting half the people in my phone float through my mind, and I try to shoo them away so I can get back to sleep.

That’s when I remember the other thing that happened last night.  The thing with Caleb.  You know, the thing where I let him fuck me in a locker room shower?

I start to burn down between my legs as I remember how it felt, but I’m also super mad at myself for ever letting it get that far.  If I thought he was insufferable before, he’s going to be totally insane now that we’ve had sex.  He’s going to stop at nothing to make me his again.  And again and again and again.  I have no idea how I’m going to last a whole summer working with someone like that.

Wait…work…oh no!  I pull the blanket off my head, brain protesting the sudden movement, and check the time. 

10:30!?

For some reason, I went to bed thinking today was Saturday, but it’s definitely Friday, and I’m definitely two and a half hours late for my internship.  I bounce out of bed and start pulling together an outfit for work, trying to ignore the mother of all hangovers throbbing in my head as I throw my clothes on.  

Twenty terrible minutes later, I stumble through the doors of the PoodleMatch offices, totally out of breath, and that’s when I remember that nobody actually does anything here.  Half the office is in the break room having a chess tournament, and the other half are sitting at their computers not looking particularly busy.

Still, what if someone got matched with a piece of furniture and Caleb was at the gym?  I’d be the only one who could go get him.  Of course, I’d like to think I have more uses than that, and besides, it’s just not professional to come in two and a half hours late, especially when you got the job through a personal connection.  The cartoon poodle on the wall looks like it’s judging me.

At least my hangover’s going away.  By the time I make myself a cup of coffee in the break room, I’m almost 100% again.  No one’s said anything to me since I walked in, which is good, and I have a feeling the best way I can make up for being late is by making myself useful somehow.

I poke my head around the corner, see Caleb walking around the office, and immediately duck back into the break room.  I definitely don’t feel like interacting with him yet.  I mean, I’m not sure I’m going to have a choice, but…can’t I at least finish my coffee?

I start watching him again, just to make sure he’s not going around asking for me.  God, even the nerdy programmer girls here can’t stop checking him out.  Every female eye in the room is locked straight onto him.  I wonder if he’s hooked up with anyone here?

Wait, what do I care?  I want him to stop trying to get into my pants, right?  Since Caleb has a near-telepathic ability to tell when I’m thinking about him, the best thing I could do is focus on something else.

Dylan, the co-manager, just got destroyed at chess on the other side of the break room.  As he’s making his way back to the office, I stop him.

“Hey, did you get that bug worked out?”

“Yeah, it was a pretty simple fix; it was just terrifying when it happened.”

“Yeah, it was crazy.  By the way, is there any way you can put a copy of PoodleMatch Mobile on my phone?  I’m looking for a way to make myself useful, and I feel like it might help if you got an outside perspective on the app before you launch.”

Dylan flashes a knowing grin at me.  “Alright, sure.  Test it out.  Totally for research purposes.”

“It is!  What, you think I’m just going to use it to match myself with guys?”

Dylan shrugs.  “Use it for whatever you want.  I’m just warning you, though:  it’s a really good dating app, but you can’t message your matches yet unless you have a special version, so you’re probably going to fall in love with some guy and have to wait until we launch to talk to him.”

“I’m willing to take the risk.”  Dylan gives me a don’t-say-I-didn’t-warn-you face and takes my phone, bringing it back a few minutes later with PoodleMatch installed.

From the way Dylan looked at me when he brought my phone back, I can tell he thinks I’m just going to use it to find cute guys, but honestly, I’m just bored and trying to be helpful.  It didn’t even occur to me to take it seriously.  I mean, I’m going off to college soon!  This would be the worst possible time to find my perfect match.

Besides, I doubt this program is really all that great.  I mean sure, it matched up my mom and my stepdad, but I highly doubt a computer can look at my browsing history and use it to find me a soulmate.  My prospective matches are probably going to be hilarious.

I open up PoodleMatch, click on the button that says “Find My Perfect Match!” and watch as a poodle dressed like Cupid flies around my phone screen with a bow and arrow.

After about a minute of loading, the poodle shoots a heart-shaped arrow into a cloud, and a guy’s picture falls out.  I swipe the screen a few times and get a couple more pictures of him.  He seems pretty cute, but kind of boring.  He likes to surf.  A poodle head pops up at the bottom of the screen and tells me his favorite book is Pride and Prejudice.  And for some reason, it looks like I could message him if I wanted to…

“Really?  Him?”  I squeak as an unmistakably huge arm wraps itself around my waist.  Crap.  “He doesn’t seem like your type.  Definitely too skinny.”

“Caleb!”  I whisper, “You can’t just look over my shoulder when I’m on my phone.”

“I can when you’re using company property without my permission.  Do you have any idea how fucked you’d be if anyone else caught you doing this?”

Caleb reaches his hand out for my phone, and I reluctantly give it to him.  “Holy shit, the messaging is turned on.  If you messaged this guy, he could leak everything to our competitors.”

“I wasn’t going to message him, I was just…testing it.”

I look up at Caleb, doing anything I can to try and stop blushing.  If I wanted things to get back to normal after what happened last night, then I’d gotten off to the worst start possible.  The worst part is, Caleb knows exactly how awkward this is, and he loves every second of it.

“Twelve hours later and you’re already online dating?  Am I that bad a kisser?”

“Caleb!”  I look over towards the programmers playing chess at the other end of the room.  I don’t think any of them heard, but that doesn’t exactly make me feel any better.  “We can’t talk about this here.”

Caleb’s eyes light up like a hungry tiger’s, creating a very unwelcome heat down between my legs.

“What did you just say?”  he asks.