Dances with Monsters(183)

Air expelled from her lungs when her back made contact and her eyes went wide. She let out a breathless laugh and Heath leaned over her, his hands planted on either side of her.

"I guess I failed the test, huh?" she asked throatily, looking up at him. He looked at the fine sheen of sweat on her arms and chest and stomach and licked his lips.

"I accept extra credit," he replied, then dipped his head to run the tip of his tongue up her sweaty throat to her pulse.

She bit her lip and made a noise of pleasure, then grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him down toward her as she lifted herself up on one elbow. Their mouths crashed together and for a moment all Heath was aware of was their lips, tongues and teeth, pulling and pushing, nipping and licking frantically. It seemed they were both on a mission to get into each other's mouths as deeply as possible. She tore her mouth from his and then licked down his neck, her tongue and lips moving lower over his chest as she tasted his sweat. Her hands slid over his back and her nails dug in when he gripped her jaw in one hand and forced her mouth back to his, reaching in deep with his tongue.

He reached down to grip one of her thighs hard, then used his knees to roughly push her legs apart. He looked down into her smoldering eyes before he thrust his hardness right up against her, and she gasped sharply. Most of the sound disappeared into his mouth as he claimed her lips with his own again. He felt her hands gripping and sliding over his sweaty skin and he sucked against her lips before licking down over her chest, lapping up every bit of her sweat he could taste. He dipped his tongue between her breasts and she groaned. She lifted her head and grabbed the side of his face, forcing him to look at her. Lust made her eyes flash urgently.

"I want it now," she whispered raggedly. "In this ring." Before he could move she reached down to yank her sports bra up over her head before moving to tug her pants down her hips until she could get one leg out. The other leg remained inside the corresponding pant leg, shoved down to her knee. Heath bit his lip as she reached for the waistband of his shorts, taking in the sight of her. She wore a white thong and nothing else, and he let her push his shorts down as he lowered his mouth to one breast, teasing the nipple and tasting more of her sweat.

"Heath," she whined softly. "Take them off!"

He grinned against her skin and nipped her breast lightly, making her squeal. He leaned his weight onto his forearms, making a mental note to re-sanitize the ring mat first thing tomorrow morning, and pushed her on her back. She collapsed with a sigh, then grunted softly when he reached down and tore her panties at the waist, pushing them down her thigh.

"Sorry," he whispered in her ear, pulling her lobe between his lips.

"It's okay," she panted back, her legs lifting to press against his sides. "Please. Now."

He used his teeth to grip her throat and pulled himself the rest of the way out of his shorts. He ran his tip along the slit of her opening, shuddering when he felt her immense moisture coating him and making her groan. He thought about teasing her a little more, but then he felt himself throb with need in his own hand, so he pushed one of her legs over his shoulder and lined himself up at her entrance before pushing into her tightness in one rough push.

He still held her throat between her teeth, and felt it vibrate against his tongue when she moaned even more loudly. He nipped down hard to make her squeal again before lifting his head and his upper body. He realized they were in a corner of the ring and she reached behind her with one hand to grip the pole as his hips moved with a mind of their own, slamming into her strongly as her legs tightened around him, one over his shoulder and one around the back of his ass. She brought her face to his chest again, licking the fresh sweat that began to trickle down, her tongue swiping over his hot flesh. He rolled into her deeply and her head tilted back, her lips parting to emit a gasp. Her eyes were slits and she moaned softly with each thrust, trying to keep her voice down.

Heath looked down at her, clenching his jaw. He decided he didn't want her to keep her voice down.

He pulled out of her quickly as her eyes opened wide in surprise, and he leaned back on his knees, pulling her legs from around him and flipping her over. She grunted softly at the rough treatment from his harsh, needy hands, but looked back at him over her shoulder, excitement in her eyes. He drew her hips back toward his, simultaneously pulling her back on her hands and knees, and then entered her roughly from behind. The change in angle and friction caused her to let out a strangled yelp that quickly melded into moans that grew increasingly in volume as he thrust in and out of her. She was glove-tight around him and he filled her to the brim. The ridges of her walls, so thickly wet with her excitement, felt amazing sliding against his length, gripping him and releasing him rapidly as he moved his hips forcefully. His hands moved all over her body, gripping her shoulder, sliding down her sweat-slicked back, gripping her hips for control. He slipped one hand up her back and yanked the elastic out of her hair, freeing her ponytail. She flung her head and her hair spilled down her back. Heath let out a soft grunt and wound one hand into her thick, flowing locks, tugging gently to pull her back deeper onto him. He maneuvered his thighs to make her press hers tightly together and at this new, ultra-tight sensation, he cursed and clenched his jaw tightly.