Fighting for Everything (Warrior Fight Club 1)

Noah’s fingers petted her hair, sometimes soft and encouraging, sometimes pushing her to go faster or take him deeper. She loved the feeling of him guiding her, showing her what he liked. Soon, his hips were movi

ng in an almost desperate way and deep, guttural sounds spilled from his throat. “Stop, stop,” he rasped. “Don’t wanna come like this.”

“Why?” she asked, already anticipating drinking him down.

He waved her toward him. “Want you to ride me, baby.”

There that was again. It was funny that Kristina had possibly never adored a nickname more given that, when they were younger, she despised it any time Noah would boast or brag about being two years older. But, baby. Yeah, she freaking loved hearing him say that. To her.

Pang.

Stop it.

Kristina released his cock and crawled up him, and Noah helped her shift her legs to the outside of his hips. Butterflies whipped through her belly at the feeling of his cock nudging against her core again, but it was different this time. Gone was the urgent rush of their first time. Now, it was like Noah wanted to study every moment, savor it, draw it out. He gripped her hips and pressed her down, forcing her to grind against his cock.

She cried out as her wetness coated him and their tight press and shift created the most delicious friction.

“You look so good over me,” he said in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, his gaze flickering from her face to her swaying breasts to where his cock slid between her lower lips. “Knew you would.”

Oh, God. She loved and hated that he’d said that. Loved it because it was freaking hot and not a little sweet. Hated it because how was she supposed to keep this about just sex when he said things like that?

His hand reached between her legs, urging her up. He gripped and centered himself beneath her opening, then guided her down with a hand on her hip.

Kristina took him inside her on a moan, loving the overwhelming feeling of him filling her, stretching her, invading her. When she’d taken him all, she braced her palms on the firm plane of his stomach and slowly lifted herself back up again. Just long, slow strokes that made both of them moan and pant.

Noah stroked his hands over her thighs, her belly, her breasts.

“I want you to use my body to get off,” he said, cupping his hand behind her neck and pulling her in for a wet, claiming kiss. “Whatever you like, however fast or slow, I want you to come on my cock.”

His words licked over her skin like a blow torch. “God, Noah. You feel so good,” she said, her hips shifting so that her clit dragged against where they were joined.

“That’s it, baby. Use me.” One hand still holding her neck, the other gripped her hip again, helping her move. They were so close that she felt his breath on her face, and his gaze absolutely blazed up at her.

Looking at Noah, it was almost as if she’d never had sex before. Because staring into the eyes of the man who knew her better than any other, with whom she had a nearly life-long history, while she took him inside her body—it was the most intimate and intense experience of her entire life.

Heat and emotion rushed through her in equal measure. Affection. Red-hot desire. And maybe something more. Something she couldn’t let herself think about right now. Wouldn’t.

“Oh, God,” she cried, throwing back her head and breaking that suddenly too-close connection. Lifting and lowering, she moved faster and grinded herself against him harder. Her breasts bounced, and Noah shoved her closer to the edge by pinching and sucking at her nipples.

She was totally and utterly overwhelmed, overloaded, overcome by sensation. By everything. By Noah. And then she was right there, hanging on the edge until she could barely breathe.

“Oh, I…I’m gonna—”

The orgasm shattered her. Just ripped her into a million floating pieces.

“Fuck, yes,” Noah said, suddenly lifting her hips enough that he could hammer up into her.

Dizzy, Kristina collapsed forward, her arms bracing her above Noah as he fucked her through the clenching spasms of her orgasm.

He banded an arm around her back and flipped them over. And then he pinned her legs open with his thick arms and her body down with his tall frame and his greater weight and fucked her so hard and so fast that all she could do was hold on and take everything he gave her. And it was so freaking good that she came once more almost immediately. She cried out into his ear, and he turned and pressed a wet kiss against her cheek.

“Can’t get close enough,” he rasped, his hips flying, his arms slipping free of her legs and curling under her shoulders.

The sentiment behind those words, the needful, yearning tone, the relentless, demanding friction of his hips…Kristina came again, a longer, drawn-out release that stole her breath and made her clutch her arms and legs around him.

“Don’t want it to end,” he rasped. “But you feel too fucking good.”

Kristina’s brain was in a whirl. From the orgasms. From the frenzy of Noah’s body. From the fact that she just thought she heard him say that she didn’t want it to end.