Smash_ A Stepbrother MMA Romance(47)

She’d throw the door open and drag me inside, begging me for it. And once she got down on her knees and said please, I’d push her over all the way and lick her pussy from behind until she was screaming.

I began to jerk myself, thinking about plunging my cock deep into her soft little cunt, fucking her rough and hard from behind. I knew she’d love it, knew she’d beg me to fuck her snatch hard and deep. I’d slap her ass, leaving a handprint, and pull her nice thick hair until she made that gasping moaning noise that drove me inside.

I could see her coming hard, her whole body shaking as my cock thrust deep into her, pounding and plunging into her tender spot. I wanted her hips to buck back against my cock, greedy for every thick inch.

My brain was buzzing with thoughts of fucking her rough and hard as I jerked myself. I swore I could hear her moaning softly inside the room.

And then I caught it, my name, barely a whisper but definitely a moan.

That sent me over the edge. She was in there rubbing her clit and moaning my name, and we both knew it. The orgasm rocked my body, and I came right then and there, my hand working up my length.

I put my forehead against the cool wood of the door.

What the fuck was wrong with me, jerking off in the hallway like some fucking pervert?

And then I heard it again, my name, moaned out loud.

I smirked to myself as I went to the bathroom to clean off.

I didn’t see much of Alexa the next morning.

I was itching to track the waitress down, but I had promised not to make any moves without her input. I figured I could wait at least a little bit longer before I did anything. The waitress didn’t know we were looking for her, and besides, I’d been missing a lot of training time.

So I hit the gym. Three hours of hard work was exactly what I needed. I craved the sweet exhaustion of a solid workout, wanted my muscles to be sore and tired. Hard work could clear my mind, get me in the zone to really get my shit done.

I was just finishing up when my phone started ringing. Normally I wouldn’t answer in the middle of a workout, but it was Ronnie. I hadn’t heard from him since my fight.

“Ronnie,” I said, answering.

“Hey, man. How’s things?”

“Things are good. Just doing a workout.”

“Damn, sorry I interrupted.”

“No worries, brother. What’s going on?”

“Got a little question for you,” he said, sounding a little tense.

“What’s the matter?”

I leaned up against the mirrored wall, breathing deeply, getting my heartrate under control. I could tell something was bothering him already, but I had no clue what it could be. Did he know something about the blackmail?

No way. That just wasn’t Ronnie’s style. Plus, he was probably my closest friend, though I didn’t have too many of those left.

“It’s about Trent.”

I let out a breath. “That fucker.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“What is it? Just fucking spit it out already.”

“Yeah, well, he heard about your fight the other night.”

“Good.”

“He wants a match, man.”

I laughed, a thrill running through me. “That’s fucking awesome!”

Ronnie let out a noncommittal grunt. I had no clue what his problem was, but I couldn’t have been happier. Trent had been having some success lately, which meant he would be a great match for me. He didn’t need to fight me since I was technically below his level still, but I knew that I had the skills to take him on.

“I think it’s a bad idea, man,” Ronnie said.

“And why the fuck would you think that?”

“Fucking think about it, man.”

“What’s there to think about? Trent is a piece of shit cocksucker, and I want to beat his ass in front of everyone.”

“Yeah, that’s all well and good, but that’s the problem. You’re too emotional when it comes to him.”

“I’m not emotional. I just don’t like the guy.”

“Didn’t used to be like that.”

“Yeah, well, it is now.”

Back in the day, I used to spar with Trent regularly. We were friends, maybe not best friends, but I liked the guy. We trained in the same gym and worked with the same coach, and so we were around each other all day every day.

But Trent was a hothead, even more than I was, if that could even be believed. He went off all the time, like a fucking psycho, when things didn’t go his way. Actually, he was like a little baby throwing a temper tantrum.

But that wasn’t what bothered me, not really. True, he was annoying, and it pissed me off that he could get away with acting like a spoiled little bitch sometimes. That alone wasn’t enough to make me despise the guy, though.