I grinned up at Lach, a challenging expression on my face. “You ready to tap out?”
He chuckled, and I could feel the vibration of it in the connection between our bodies. “Tap out? I dunno if ye’ve noticed, Snow, but I’ve got ye pinned.”
“Yeah.” I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth. “But sometimes being on the bottom isn’t such a disadvantage.”
As I spoke, I rolled my hips against his, hooking my legs around his waist and pressing into his ass with my heels, making his cock grind against my core. I felt him thicken and harden against me, and the low groan that fell from his lips made my clit throb.
Fuck, yes.
“Oh, ye think ye can still win this, do ye?” he asked, his voice shifting to a low rasp. “And how exactly do ye plan to do that?”
“Like this.” With a grin, I trapped his arm and rolled us again. But this time, I didn’t stop moving. Using the momentum of our roll, I flipped around, grabbing his leg and putting it in a lock.
The big man grunted in surprise, then hissed and tapped out when I tightened my hold.
“Never let down your guard, Lach,” I reprimanded as I released him. My tone was teasing, but a tendril of fear unfurled in my belly. We’d been pushing each other hard this whole session, and although neither of us would say it out loud, I knew why.
We were scared.
We were worried for each other.
A sudden swell of emotion gripped my chest, and I got to my feet, brushing off my pants. “I think that’s enough for tonight. Let’s go.”
I stepped forward to help him up, but as he grasped my hand, Lach gave a sharp tug, throwing me off balance as he pulled me down on top of him. Then he rolled us, pinning me with his large body as his green eyes blazed down at me.
“Never let down yer guard, lass.”
His voice was low, and the way he was staring at me made my blood heat. For a suspended moment, we just stared at each other, thick tension building in the space between us.
Then we moved at the same time, our lips crashing together in a kiss that was almost as violent and raw as our sparring session had been. My teeth clacked against his, and I felt a sting of pain as I cut my lip, but I hardly paid attention to it. My tongue was sliding into his mouth, tasting him, battling with his own tongue, as my hands raked over his body, tearing at his clothes as if I hated every single stitch of fabric he was wearing.
We rolled again, then again, our joined bodies moving restlessly over the floor as we fought to get closer to each other, pulling off articles of clothing so desperately they almost tore.
When we were finally naked, skin to skin, Lachlan didn’t waste a single second. Settling me onto my back, he spread my legs and drove inside me, plunging balls-deep in one hard thrust. I arched against him, scratching at his back as he fucked me. My hands moved down to his ass, digging into the firm muscles as they contracted with each thrust.
“Fuckin’ hell, Ari. Why weren’t we doin’ this the whole time?” he muttered, his words almost incoherent as need overtook him.
I shook my head, not able to formulate a good answer. There wasn’t one. This was what we should’ve been doing all this time. Fuck training. Fuck sparring.
This was all I needed.
Lachlan set a punishing pace, slamming into me hard and then grinding his hips against me before withdrawing and thrusting in again. Sweat dotted his brow as he lifted one of my legs, resting my calf against his shoulder to give him a better angle to thrust deeper.
“I love the way ye squeeze my cock. I love the way ye drive me fuckin’ mad, sweetheart.”
He kissed me again, but our lips kept breaking apart from the force of his thrusts, and finally, he rose up onto his knees, hooking both my legs under the knees and lifting my ass off the floor. I was completely at his mercy in this position, and it allowed him to go deep and hard, making pleasure spike through me like a drug.
Whimpering and gasping, I grabbed my breasts in a firm grip, squeezing and massaging them, tugging at my nipples and pressing my boobs together, all the while keeping my gaze locked on the man above me.
He was so fucking dominant and powerful, holding me up as he thrust inside me, his thick cock stretching me just to the point where pain met pleasure.
“Lach…” My eyelids fluttered as I fought to keep hold of my sanity, of my consciousness. “I’m gonna… oh fuck, I’m gonna…”
Before I could finish the sentence, an orgasm crashed into me like a runaway train, making my toes curl and my pussy clench around Lachlan’s cock. He shortened his strokes, driving into me with shallow jabs as my inner walls tightened and convulsed. He rode me through it, letting my body come down from the high before he pulled out and slid back in slowly, filling me completely.
“More?” he murmured, his gaze capturing mine.
“Fuck, yes.”