Fighting for Everything: A Warrior Fight Club Novel

Sucking and licking at her throat, he stalked down the hall toward her bedroom. “No. I want you under me.” In her room, he went right for her big bed with all its pretty blue and yellow covers and pillows. Standing beside the bed, he laid her out, the weight of his upper body coming down on top of her and making him grind right against the delicious heat between her legs.

  “Oh, yes,” Kristina said, her hips thrusting against his.

  Nearly frantic, he fumbled at the buttons to his jeans. “Need in you.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Promise I’ll take care of you.” He shoved his jeans down around his thighs, freeing his cock against the satin of her panties.

  Kristina moaned. “I know you will.”

  “Fuck, need you. Need you so much.” He tugged her panties off, then took himself in hand. Standing between her spread thighs, he rubbed his head against her entrance, feeling her wetness, spreading it around. He wished he could go slower, savor, linger. She braced her feet against the edge of the bed and pushed, trying to impale herself on him. “Shit. Condom,” he said. Resisting the urge to plunge forward was almost painful.

  “On birth control. Now, Noah.”

  On a groan, he was inside her, sinking deep, finding home. Fucking hot and tight and perfect. And then he was all the way there, buried deep, as deep as he could go. Just like he’d been yearning for. Only the reality was worlds better than anything his imagination had been able to conjure. It was so good it sent him flying.

  He came down over her as much as the position allowed, his hands curling around her shoulders.

  She cried out, her hands clawing at his back. “Holy shit, you’re big.”

  “You okay?” he asked, the comment making his balls heavy and sending an urgent demand to move down his spine.

  “So much more than okay,” Kristina said in a breathy, awed voice.

  “Then hold on,” he said, hips moving as he anchored himself to her. Slower at first, but quickly faster, deeper, harder. He could’ve roared out at the goodness of it. But it wasn’t enough.

  Going upright again, he tore off his shirt, then braced his fists snug against her sides, holding her hips as he gave her everything he had. She grasped his wrists and held tight, arching her back on each sharp thrust, making his mouth water for her breasts. The room filled with the sounds of sex—the slap of skin on skin, rasping breaths, needful moans.

  “So fucking pretty,” he rasped. And God, she was. So beautiful beneath him, open to him, accepting him into her heat.

  “Noah,” she cried, her hands squeezing his wrists tighter.

  Hips flying, grinding, surging against her, he swallowed hard, loving the sound of his name on her lips. “What, baby?”

  “Need you.” Her head thrashed, blond hair sprawled out all around her. Like a fucking angel of mercy.

  “What do you need?” He pulled a hand free from hers and circled his fingers between her legs. “This?”

  Kristina almost came up off the bed. “Yes.”

  Hips flying, he moved his fingers harder, flicking them over her sensitive nub until he found just the thing that made her cry out the loudest, that made her stomach muscles clench the hardest. “Yeah,” he said. Except watching her chase her pleasure squeezed at his balls. It had been too long. And he needed her too much. And she felt too goddamned good. “Fuck, Kristina. Not gonna be able to hold back.”

  “Don’t,” she whispered. Heavy-lidded and heated, her blues eyes looked straight inside him. “Don’t hold back with me.”

  Her words were what did it. Heat lanced through him and then his orgasm was kicking him in the back, driving him into her even harder. He gripped her hips, lifted them off the bed, and brought their bodies together once, twice, three times.

  Noah came inside her on a deep-throated groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said as his release rocked through him. His body stilled as the squeezing pulses ended, and he held himself all the way inside her.

  “God, that was so good,” Kristina said, a flush on her cheeks.

  Pulse rushing behind his ears and under his skin, Noah stroked his fingers from her knees to her core, and from there up to her breasts. And back again.

  “It was, but it was only the beginning, Kristina. From here on out, it’s gonna be all about you.”

  Kristina swallowed hard. She was breathless, boneless, and overwhelmed by the reality of what was happening. She might’ve suggested it—pushed for it, even—but that didn’t make it any less mind-blowing.

  She just had sex with Noah Cortez.

  And it was freaking amazing. He was freaking amazing. The way he moved. The way he filled her. That incredible expression on his face when he came, like he was shattered and put back together again all at the same time.

  “All about me?” she asked.

  Nodding, Noah withdrew from her, and she missed his presence inside her immediately. “If I only get one night, I want to learn everything I can about you. What makes you moan. What makes you writhe. What makes you come the hardest.”

  His words rushed heat over her body. It pooled between her legs, where arousal still had her wet and needy.

  “This time, I want to start at the beginning,” he said, pulling her into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and taking her face in his hands. Noah kissed her, softer this time, but every bit as deep, and maybe even more intense for the slow intimacy of it.

  His tongue probed and explored, twining with hers. His hands wandered over her warm skin, stripping off her bra and lingering over her breasts, her nipples. He shifted closer, and she stroked her hands down the outside of his thighs, making her realize his jeans still hung around his legs. Feeling the roughness of the denim was when it really hit Kristina that neither of them had gotten all the way undressed before he’d gotten inside her. And for some reason she found that so freaking hot.

  Noah ran worshipful kisses and playful nips along her jaw to the soft spot behind her ear, the spot that always made her melt and moan.

  “Mmm, I’ll have to remember this,” he said, his breath caressing her ear and making goosebumps spring up all down her neck. He nipped along her neck to the tendon that sloped down her shoulder, his fingers plucking at her nipples, making her gasp and squirm. “This, too.”

  Kristina shivered at the sensual promise of his words. But a part of her ached, too, because he wouldn’t need to remember the list of things that made her hot and wet if they weren’t going to do this again, would he?

  No. No thinking. If this is all there will be, live in the moment and memorize every second of it.

  Yes. Live in the moment. That’s exactly what she’d do.

  “Want to feel all of you,” he whispered against her throat. “Want to taste all of you.”

  How would she ever unhear him saying things like that? His lips chased the question away as they found her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He held her there with his teeth and drove her mad with a series of hard, fast flicks of his tongue that had her gasping and whimpering. “God, Noah.”

  “Say it again,” he said.

  She stroked at his hair, and then gave in to the urge to press kisses there. “Noah.” Kiss. “Noah.” Kiss. “Noah.” His hair was soft against her mouth and smelled like soap and sunshine.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, kissing down her belly. He stepped out of his jeans and lowered himself to his knees, then ran his hands roughly from her breasts down her belly to her thighs.

  All the pain she’d seen in his dark eyes earlier was gone now, replaced by a sexy determination that had her stomach flipping and her heart panging in her chest. He pressed on her stomach, and she reclined a little.

  Noah pushed her knees apart and stroked soft, teasing fingertips down the insides of her thighs, and Kristina was one hundred percent sure she’d never seen anything sexier than Noah on his knees between her legs. His gaze dragged down her body like a physical caress. His hands ran upward again and skated over her core, his thumbs dragging lazily over her clit where they
met in the middle.

  Kristina gasped at the too-brief contact. “Oh, God,” she whispered.

  “I want my mouth on you. You good with that?” The look he gave her was so damn sexy. Hungry. Daring her to say no.

  Of which there was absolutely no chance. She’d only had one boyfriend who seemed to enjoy giving oral sex enough to allow her to enjoy it, too, so her heart was a freight train in her chest just imagining Noah’s mouth. On her. She nodded. “I dreamed of you doing it.”

  “Did you now?” He scooted closer, a smug smirk played around his lips. “And how was it?”

  “I woke up before you—”

  Noah licked her, just one swipe of the flatness of his tongue over the top of her sex.

  “Oh, Jesus,” she said, her breath exploding out of her.

  “Tell me what you like,” he whispered, running hard flicks of his tongue all around her lips, making her flinch and thrust her hips. His arm clamped down around her lower belly, and his fingers opened her to him further.

  “Anything,” she rasped. “Because it’s you.” The words were out of her mouth before she really thought about how they might sound.

  It’s just sex. Just sex. Just sex.

  But Noah only made a small sound of satisfaction in the back of his throat, and then ran more of those firm, flat licks over her clit. Kristina’s eyelids wanted to fall shut to let her bask in the riot of sensations his mouth was causing, but seeing him between her thighs, his mouth on her pussy, was too erotic to look away from for even a single second.

  And Noah gave her no reason to question whether he enjoyed doing this. He absolutely feasted on her. Sucking. Flicking. Licking. The wet sounds of his mouth combined with these crazy sexy little moans of pleasure he made to form a soundtrack she would no doubt hear in her dreams for a long, long time to come.

  “Oh, God, Noah. Oh, God.” Kristina couldn’t control the little whimpers spilling out of her throat, the increasing volume of her breathing, the strain of her leg and hip muscles trying to push herself against his mouth.

  In a sudden movement, Noah lifted her thighs over his shoulders and hiked her hips off the edge of the bed, and then he clasped his hands around her lower belly, making her core a prisoner to his mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth and then flicked his tongue against it in a relentless demand that she come. His dark eyes stared up her body and bored into hers, the silent command so freaking loud that her head was spinning and her heart was hammering and sensation was whirling lower and lower in her body, collecting, building, until—

  Kristina cried out as her orgasm crashed into her in wave after wave of pulsing, bone-melting pleasure unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She fisted her hands in the blanket beneath her and arched her back, her body utterly at the mercy of Noah’s mouth.

  “Stop, stop, I’m gonna die,” she rasped. Absolutely sure of it. But not at all unhappy that this was the way she’d go. Receiving pleasure from the man she—from Noah.

  He released her, and even that made her whimper and writhe. “I’m gonna hear you do that again and again before this night is over,” he said, his voice full of gravel.

  She wasn’t sure she’d survive it. Body or heart.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kristina clamped down hard on the concern about her heart. She was having fun. So much fun. And she was fine. They were fine.

  Noah pressed kisses against her inner thighs that made her laugh, then he slowly eased her legs off his shoulders and slid back up her body, dropping more kisses here and there as he moved. It was so damn sweet and affectionate that it shot warmth through her chest. Kristina pushed that reaction aside, which was easier to do when she felt the hard length of his cock drag against her thigh and settle between her legs.

  She reached down and wrapped her hand around him. “Mmm, look what I found.”

  “What’s that, baby?” he said, nuzzling her breasts, her neck, her lips.

  Gah! Baby! There was that term of endearment again. Did he even realize he said it?

  He kissed her, chasing the question away, and the taste of herself on his lips was so damn sexy. Really, what could be sexier than a big strong man willing to get down on his knees to give a woman pleasure?

  “Your cock,” she whispered, the word sending shivers over her skin. She stroked him, root to tip, root to tip, enjoying the little catches in his breath and flinches of his stomach muscles. “All hard again.”

  “Your fault,” he said, his expression playful and full of challenge.

  “Aw,” she said. “Well maybe I should help you out with this little problem.”

  His brows slashed down. “Little?”

  Kristina laughed. “I already complimented you on your size.”

  He smirked. “That shit doesn’t get old.”

  “Good to know.” She smiled, a new desire blooming deep inside her. “Well, given how big it is, I have to wonder whether I could take all of it in my mouth.”

  Noah’s eyes flashed red hot. “Fuck, hearing you say things like that…” He shook his head.

  “You might like seeing me do it even more.” She waggled her eyebrows as his gaze narrowed. “Lay down,” she said, patting the bed next to her.

  He devoured her in a deep, slow, needful kiss, then slid off of her and rolled onto his back.

  Kristina shifted to her knees and paused for a moment, just looking at Noah Cortez lying totally naked and mouth-wateringly aroused on her bed. He was all warm, olive skin with cut muscles and dark hair. Beautiful. Sexy. So damn masculine. Every inch of him.

  Never had she thought she’d see this. And she refused to let herself waste one moment of their time together worrying about it coming to an end. She felt a little like Cinderella at the ball—she knew the clock would strike midnight and her beautiful glass carriage would turn back into a pumpkin—which meant she had to cherish every second of her prince while she had him.

  Noah scooted up on the bed, and Kristina crawled to kneel between his thighs. Scars marked his skin here and there, and she didn’t want to imagine all the things that had caused them, all the things that had hurt him. Because tonight was about pleasure—not hurt, not worry, not tomorrow.

  Gently, Kristina grasped the hard muscle of Noah’s thighs. She ran her hands down to his calves, staying away from his feet because she knew he was deathly ticklish there, and then she stroked upward, passing by his twitching cock to smooth her palms over his abs, his chest, his throat. The change in her position had her stretching over his groin and her nipples dragging over his length. Noah groaned and his hands cupped her breasts. She peered down, loving the look of his big hands massaging her. She leaned down further, causing his cock to nestle into her cleavage. She used her hands to press his together, inviting him to squeeze her flesh around his length.

  “Fuck, Kristina,” he rasped. His hips jerked in shallow pumps, and the feeling and sight of his cock sliding between her breasts had her instantly wet again.

  She bowed her head as far as she could and stuck out her tongue, swiping it against his head on each upward pump.

  Noah groaned at the contact, which made Kristina need him in her mouth right then. She pulled herself free from his grasp and slid back, dragging her tongue down his whole length as she moved. Kneeling, she fisted her hand around his thickness and bathed him with her tongue, getting him good and wet, loving the feel of him getting even harder in her grip.

  “Looks so good,” he rasped.

  She cut her eyes to him and swirled her tongue around his head. His face was a mask of pleasure and anticipation, and Kristina didn’t want to make either of them wait another second. Her eyes on his face, she opened her mouth and sucked him in deep.

  “Jesus Christ,” Noah bit out, his head jerking back. A hot thrill shot through Kristina’s belly, driving her to take him deeper, and deeper still. He folded an arm behind his head, making it so he could watch her, and that drove her on, too. She settled into a rhythm that alternated slow and deep sucks that
buried him as far into the back of her throat as she could take him with faster bobs of her head that she matched with the stroking of her hand.

  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 moving 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.