5 Rounds (The Fight Game, #1)

by Nikki Castle

“Thong, too, you little tease,” I growl. “I want to see all of you. I want to see you make yourself come while I fuck your mouth.”

“You have the sweetest fucking mouth,” I murmur against her skin. “You have no idea how pissed I am that we waited so long to start doing this.” I sigh dramatically.

I swallow roughly and shift my hips, subtly trying to ease the ache of my hardening cock. Unbelievable. I just came two minutes ago and she's already making me want to go again.

“That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard.” I'm still chuckling when I reach over and tug her hair to get her attention. “Not that your blowjobs aren't the definition of wow-worthy, but I'd much rather tell you I think you look beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock. Not 'wow.’”

The craziest part is I enjoyed the non-sex just as much as the sex. It’s been a very long time since I’ve wanted to talk to a girl after an orgasm high died down, yet tonight I actually found myself looking forward to it. That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy her blowjob or the times we had sex. Because in all honesty, I don't even think there's a word for the level of mind-blowing that our sexual chemistry is. I could probably fuck Remy for the rest of my life and never get tired of her little moans, or the way she feels coming on my fingers. I meant it when I told her we weren't going to stop this anytime soon—days later and I still can't stop jerking off to the thought of fucking her.

we spent hours just hanging out. Hours. And the craziest part is, I don't know which I want to do more of: fuck her or talk to her.

“Remy…” His voice cracks on my name. And with it, cracks my resolve. Suddenly all the games, all the power moves, everything that makes our relationship as vicious as it is, disappears. Suddenly, I couldn't care less about whether or not he has power over me, whether or not he'll consider this me surrendering to him. I've been lying to myself about how much I want him near me anyway, and right now it's obvious that I'm not the only one. He's clearly just as desperate as I am. Just as powerless. And in this moment, the game of who's in control disappears, and we're left with only each other and the unbearable heat between us.

Without a word, Tristan reaches under my thighs and lifts me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, our kiss never breaking. He turns and walks us to his bedroom.

“Fuck, Remy, you make me so goddamn crazy for you,” he mutters. I can’t even find the energy to be surprised at that because right now I feel exactly the same way. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t start fucking me soon. But he must sense my desperation because in the next breath he pushes inside. I gasp as he fills me completely.

I love that I can feel how turned on he is through just a kiss.

I don't think sex with Remy will ever not blow me away. The chemistry between us is like a pull that clearly neither of us can resist. We fit so perfectly together that it actually makes me angry that we waited this long to start doing this.

The sex isn't even on the forefront of my mind anymore—I just want her.

“You're mine,” I growl against her lips. “Your pleasure belongs to me.”

quickly unbutton her jeans and yank them down her legs. I lean down to pull them the rest of the way off. When I stand back up, I grab her behind the thighs and lift her up against the wall. Her legs wrap automatically around my waist. Fuck, it's like our bodies were molded for each other. They fit together so perfectly, so easily. Nothing ever feels awkward or uncomfortable. It’s like our bodies know each other, even after such a short amount of time.

I don't want to fight it anymore. I realize I like spending time with Tristan. I like asking him random questions, and watching fights together, and lying in bed after sex. I like that he's so much more than everyone thinks he is, and that he only shows that side of him to a few people. I like the way his brain thinks. I like how protective he is of the people he loves. I like the way we fit together, both during sex and after. I like him. And I want more.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he says quietly. My heart jumps into my throat. It's beating so hard I'm scared he'll hear it, and I focus on reminding myself to breathe. I can barely catch my breath under his intense stare. He steps closer still and rests his hand on the side of my neck, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. He studies me for another heartbeat, then gently pulls my lips to his. The kiss is soft, and timid. It's like he's exploring me for the first time and trying to figure out what to make of me. It only lasts for a moment before he pulls away and gazes down at me again. “Why does it feel so different with you?”

cheek. “Don’t ever hide from me,” he whispers simply. Everything around us, everything before and after this moment, fades away until it feels like the world is frozen and it's just him and I standing there, lost in each other. Nothing exists but this moment and his truth. His words, his gaze… I can't remember how to breathe. He breaks the moment by stepping forward and kissing me as softly as anyone has ever been kissed. His sudden tenderness brings tears to my eyes, and I wrap my arms around his neck and will them not to fall. I’ve never experienced this level of affection from anyone, let alone someone as hard as Tristan—I’ve never felt it down to my very bones. Between his words and this kiss, I feel my heart swell with happiness.

He presses my stomach back down as he kisses the inside of my thigh. Then he reaches for the straps of my thong and slowly pulls it down my legs. And just like before, he stares at me—stares at my naked body spread in front of him. Stares like this is the first time he's ever looked at me. He leans down to gently kiss the inside of my knee. “You're beautiful,” he whispers again, his eyes twinkling with awe, as if he can’t get over the fact that in this moment, I am his.

I gasp at the sudden explosion of pleasure. Tristan’s been able to get me off from the very first time we slept together, so it shouldn’t surprise me that I just came so quickly, but something feels different now. It’s like we’re completely in sync—like we’ve eliminated any remaining barriers between us. My orgasm is a result of allowing myself to be completely vulnerable and open with Tristan.

I realize suddenly that I trust Tristan unconditionally. Maybe I always have. That thought drives another wave of my orgasm through me.

“Tristan,” I breathe. Nothing else, just his name. “I know,” he whispers, just as I did, and slides inside me. I gasp, my hips bucking off the floor and my nails scratching down his back. He growls at the feeling and starts pushing harsh kisses against my neck. His thrusts are agonizingly slow and deep. I tilt my hips to meet each one, silently begging for more. I've never understood the concept of making love. I've never seen sex as anything but a physical expression of passion and I can't understand how it could be slow and emotional. Sex is about orgasms, which are brought on by friction and touching—not slow motions and declarations of love. But in this moment, I know I'm as close to making love as I'll ever be. I don't think about my feelings for Tristan or what we might mean to each other, but I'm intoxicated by our closeness. This position, the way he's caressing me so gently… it's making me feel a passion and connection that I've never felt before. And for a moment, I even enjoy his slow, careful pace.

As his hand traces the tattoo on my ribs, I nuzzle deeper into the side of his neck. My fingers slide up his chest to gently run along his collarbone. And the moment feels so comfortable, so complete, that neither of us spoils it with words. We lie there, wrapped in each other, watching the light from the windows dance across our bodies. And before long, we've both drifted off to sleep.

Subconsciously I've known for a while that my feelings for him were growing, even though I fought them. But I've seen so many new sides of him this past week that I don't think I could've stopped myself from falling even if I tried. The asshole that I thought he was turned out to be a front—just a small part of him. In reality he's everything I could ever want in a partner.

“Remy,” he mumbles as he reaches up to touch my cheek. “I'm here,” I say, stroking his hair. “I'm right here. I just went to grab a blanket and some pillows. Here, lift your head,” I instruct softly as I slide one of the pillows under him. But he ignores it completely and wraps his arms around me in a crushing embrace. He rolls me over his body until I'm on the other side of him, pulled tight to his chest. His face is only an inch away from mine. He strokes my hair gently, his eyes never leaving mine. Then he leans forward to kiss me softly. When he pulls away there's barely enough room for our breaths to pass between us. His forehead is pressed to mine and I can tell he's already falling back asleep. Just as his eyes flutter closed, I hear him murmur, “I need you…”

Last night changed something for both of us. I should've already realized my feelings for him were growing but everything happened so fast that I wasn't sure until last night. I don't know what that actually means for us, but I do know that I want to try for something with Tristan. I'm not sure where he stands with his feelings but last night proved that he at least cares about me. The sex was too emotional for it to just be sex. I could see in his eyes that he felt something.

How could I say I love someone when I would pick my career over them any day of the week? Except… except that's not true. I know I need to be selfish if I want to be the best in the world but right now, in this moment, I feel like I would walk out of a packed arena with a title fight on the line if it would get me Remy. I would pick her every second of every day and every week. Because I'm completely, desperately in love with her.

Remy is my perfect match. The sex just opened the door to our chemistry.

“I think the secret is finding the right person,” she answers without taking her eyes off her husband. “I think if you wait for the person who makes you so happy that you can't stand to be without them for even a minute, who you love so much that it makes any problem thrown your way worth fighting through—then everything else fades in comparison. Everything else will work itself out because you've found the other half of your soul and nothing else matters. You've already achieved the main purpose of life.”

The right words don't exist in this world to express what he's silently begging me for. So, I answer the only way we know how to communicate: I kiss him. I press my lips to his with a broken sob. He responds instantly and wraps an arm around my waist to pull me tight against his body, his other hand fisting in my hair. Our kiss is passionate and hungry. It feels like we've been physically starved of each other.

A large part of me is still in shock that she picked me—that she loves me.

For a moment, all I want to do is stare at her. I want to absorb every single detail of this night. Tonight is the night she became mine, and I want to make it one we’ll both remember.

The moonlight from the windows is spilling across her face, illuminating her wide eyes and swollen lips. She looks at me with a love so raw, so complete… that for a moment, I can't get enough air to my lungs. I cup her face with one hand and rub my thumb across her cheek, over her lips. I stare at her in wonder. She lifts her hand to run it through my hair. When she fists her fingers at the nape of my neck and pulls my face to hers, I kiss her with every ounce of emotion inside of me. I kiss her until we're breathless and panting.

“Tristan,” she gasps. In her agony, she digs her fingernails into my shoulders. “Please, I need you. I need you inside me right now.” I shudder at her words, and I know in my bones that she feels the same desperate need to be close to me as I do. As I have since the night she first stayed in my bed.

“Remy…” I murmur against her lips, my thrusts never slowing. I feel her smile against me. Her hands run over my shoulders to cup my face, and she kisses me gently. “I know,” she whispers. Just like last time. Except now, we can say what we didn't know or couldn't verbalize last time. “I love you,” I say. I tell her with my words, my kisses, my body. I tell her everything I should've told her the night we spent here.

A single sob breaks from her throat. Her legs tighten around my waist and she wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair. She grips me tightly as she tells me, “I love you. So much.”

My heart explodes with happiness at her words. This is how it should've been a few weeks ago. We should've known that this thing between us was more powerful than just sex—we should've recognized that something bigger tha...

I've never thought about whether I believe in soulmates, but I just know that she’s it for me. If these last few weeks taught me anything, it's t...

The sensation of finding my pleasure at the same time as Remy is unlike anything I've ever felt before. The feeling of wanting to be as close to her as possible is one thing, but experiencing the epitome of pleasure—brought on by our chemistry and love for each other—is the most incredible thing I've ever felt. I tighten my grip on Remy as we ride out our orgasms, wishing this would never end and knowing I'll be addicted to this feeling for the rest of my life.

“I should've known this was something the first time we had sex,” I remark thoughtfully. “I never knew it could feel like this.” She smiles, her fingers tracing the shell of my ear and running lightly down the side of my neck. “I didn't either. I didn't think chemistry like this existed.” She pauses as something occurs to her and a grin splits her face. “Although, I have to admit, I'm glad you're this good at fucking because we definitely wouldn't have gotten together if you weren't. I would've ditched you after the first time. And if I counted correctly, I think it took us 5 rounds of sex to fall in love.”

cup her cheek and gently caress her skin with my thumb. “I was miserable, too,” I tell her softly. “I don't ever want to feel that way again. I don't ever want to be without you again. Please tell me I won't have to be.”

“You and I will never go through that again. It's you and me. That's it. We're it.”

“I think I'll punish you in the bedroom this time,” I growl as I kiss up the length of her neck. When I reach her earlobe, I circle it with my tongue before nipping lightly. “Tristan,” she whimpers, and it's such a sweet sound that I wonder if it will ever not make me want to fall at her feet and give her the world.

“I want you naked and on your knees. You have one minute. Go.”

“You're so fucking pretty when you beg,”

“Fuck,” he hisses as he grips the back of my head. “You're so fucking good at that. Take me all the way, baby.”

“Look how wet you get when I'm rough with you,” he murmurs appreciatively. “You're already drenched and I've barely even touched you.” His hand slides over my other cheek. “Tell me, is it being spanked that makes you so wet? Or having your mouth fucked? Or is it knowing that I'm about to take your ass?” Another slap lands on my skin.

“I'm not usually one for teasing but I can't quite get enough of the sounds you make when you're this desperate for me.” His fingers continue at the same slow pace. “I knew the first time I fucked you that we would be the perfect match in bed. Our chemistry is too good. I get off on the power, and I know your strong, independent personality begs to give up your control to me when it’s just the two of us like this.”

“Oh God,” I whimper, realizing he just spit on me. He spreads the wetness around and inside of my ass, even as he continues to slowly fuck me. “I love that you're so wet right now,” he murmurs thoughtfully. “I don't even need to use lube on you. You just came so hard that my dick is already drenched from you.”

“You take my cock so well,” he murmurs, his fingers continuing to fly over my drenched cunt. “I've been thinking about how you'd look in this position since the very first night I fucked you. You look just as hot as I thought you would.”

“How does it feel, baby? Do you like my cock in your ass?” That question is what ruins me. This whole thing is so taboo, his words so vulgar, that a rush of heat immediately runs through me and demands more of it. I arch my back with a moan and press my ass against him, taking the last inch of him inside. “Fuck,” he hisses.