Page 6 of Going the Distance

His mouth overwhelmed mine with a hot, open mouth kiss. No point playing around, we both knew the goal of what we were doing. Just a few sweeps of his tongue had my shoulders shuddering. Any second now, one of us was going to figure out this was a dumb-as-fuck idea, and I intended to get off before then. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and shoved them to the floor before swinging my leg over his hip and straddling his lap. All of that flexibility training came in handy.

His eyes lit then became hooded as he adjusted me on his lap. He didn’t speak. He didn’t really have to. It had been way too long since I’d been touched. When his hand grazed the bare skin of my pussy, I was almost done just like that. And life was not usually that kind to me in the orgasm department. This was not going to be an all-hands-on-deck situation. This was going to be over before it even started. His thumb moved through my folds until it settled against my clit, moving up, then down, then in little circles that had me seeing stars. Blindly, I fumbled with the drawstring on his shorts until I broke his dick free from its prison. He had been carefully studying my face, but once my hands landed on the smooth skin of his cock his head fell back. We didn’t kiss. I wasn’t even sure either one of us was breathing. Like the classy bitch I was, I spit into my hands and started moving it rhythmically up and down his shaft, adding his precum to the mix as it beaded on the head.

He slid first one, then two fingers inside of me, and started with the same motion. The heat of his skin between my thighs and the smell of his soap was intoxicating. The fact that after however many years of thinking about this man, I was actually straddling his sexy ass had my mouth hanging open. It hit fastand hard. None of thatwill I or won’t Ishit like my orgasms usually did to me. It was just happening. My toes tingled and curled, my thighs clenched around him, and I wanted him to feel as good as I did. As my vision returned to normal, I planted my hands on his shoulders and pushed myself back until my knees hit the carpet. My list of Brock-related fantasies was long, so the idea of crossing not just finger banging but giving head off the list in one afternoon had me licking my lips and sliding the tip of his dick between them.

“Holy fuck, Dani.” His hands landed softly on my head. Like always, I had my hair pulled tightly back away from my face, but he still scratched his fingers over my scalp, urging me on. With the right partner, I actually really liked giving head. Being on my knees before a man but being so firmly in control was erotic as hell. I didn’t want this to be over too quickly. I teased him a little. Only putting the tip in and then sliding it back out. His entire body was frozen in place. Every muscle clenched tight. I felt him relax a little as I continued with my barely there motions. When he opened his eyes, I held his gaze with mine and licked my tongue from the base all the way to the tip. A strangled cry came from his lips, and I regretted the fact that I hadn’t taken his shirt off. Seeing his bare chest heaving as I danced my tongue over his dick would have been a sight to see. Next time.

“Goddamn, I’m going to come if you do that again.”

“Promise?”Who the hell am I?

He huffed out a strangled laugh, then cut it off when I started to swirl my tongue around the head, clockwise then counterclockwise, flicking my tongue over the little seam in the front every time I changed direction.

“Just like that baby, don’t stop.”

I took his instructions seriously, keeping up the same motion and then speeding it up. God, the taste of his sweat, the way his mouth hung open, and knowing I was the one doing it to himhad me shoving one hand between my thighs and circling my clit as I circled his dick. His eyes closed, then flipped open, and he was coming. I swallowed him down, moaning around his cock as my own orgasm hit for a second time. This had to be one of the sexiest experiences of my life, and I didn’t even take my top off.

I leaned against his legs, trying to catch my breath as he slumped on the couch with his cock resting against his stomach. As the post-orgasm high started to fade, reality niggled at the corner of my brain. I was slumped on the floor of my brother’s best friend’s apartment with my pussy out. This was going to be one hell of a walk of shame.

Chapter 8

Brock

Iheard the familiar hello grunt from my best friend and partner. I walked over to greet him, all too aware that his sister had her tongue on my dick just twenty-four hours ago. I was on desk duty, and he was on active duty, but we still mostly worked the same shifts. That meant that five days a week from now on, I was going to have to make small talk with Josh, knowing exactly what his sister sounded like when she came. Worse, I wanted to hear it again. I couldn’t be one and done with Dani. Her determined side, her stubborn side, and her kick-ass side had all caught my attention from the start. Now that I’d seen the sexy side of her, that was it. I was done. She was it for me. I had no idea how to make that happen, though, given my friendship with Josh.

The guilt was terrible. I couldn’t help questioning if I should have told him how I felt before I slid my hand up her thigh. But that ran the risk of him telling me off, and then I’d really have had to pick between the two of them.

Figuring out what to do about Josh was problem one. Problem two was that I needed to get off desk duty so I could watch his back the way he had watched mine so many times. Fuck, that made this whole situation that much worse. I’d crossed a line, and I had every intention of doing it again.

Everything about this girl had me head over heels. I hadn’t gone to the same high school as Dani and Josh had, but the city wasn’t that big, and Josh and I were friends. I knew Dani had gone through hell with kids teasing her when we were in school. She had grown to almost six feet tall by the time she was twelve or thirteen, and anything that wasn’t exactly the norm was fair game to kids that age. Going through that could have made her bitter. It could have made her cruel. Instead, she used it as fuel to pursue martial arts. Talk about a kick-ass woman. How could I not develop a crush on her? The fact that she kept at it well into adulthood showed a kind of commitment and determination that I admired.

Add to all of that the fact that she has long silky-looking hair, badass tattoos, and a sexy, sculpted body, yeah, I was smitten.

I had the career I wanted, even if I was stuck at a desk in the short term. I had great friends. I loved the little city where I lived. I wasn’t sure how I felt about having kids, but I had my cat to drive me crazy, and that was enough for me for now. I didn’t even mind being single, except that I had already known the woman I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. If it wasn’t for her, I could have just stuck with the single life and been happy. Knowing what we could have and not going after it was a special kind of torture. Since I’d gotten injured, it was hard to keep convincing myself that not being with her was for the best. Life was short. Everyone knew that, but the day-to-day routine of work, washing dishes, buying groceries, and binge-watching TV shows made it easy to forget that. What was that saying? The days are long, but the years are short. Yeah, I think I understood that.

Would going after her have me losing my best friend? I wasn’t sure.

Up until now, I hadn’t been willing to find out. My mindset had changed since the accident. It had really changed since she’dmade it clear that the attraction wasn’t one-sided. Did she want something more than just physical? She hadn’t said, but I was damn well going to find out next time I saw her.

Luckily for me, she had texted to move our next training session to my place. I wasn’t stupid enough to think that she did that just to ride my dick. Although a man could dream. If I knew her at all, she was torturing herself thinking about what it would do to Josh if he found out we’d fooled around. I also wondered if she was hoping that our little heavy petting session would turn into more. God, I hoped it would. The fact that sucking my dick got her so hot that she rubbed one out while she did it told me something. As much as I thought I knew about Dani, there was more to discover.

Chapter 9

Dani

Iforced one foot in front of the other as I approached Brock’s apartment. He probably thought I just wanted to fuck, but what I really needed to do was talk. We couldn’t just pretend that what happened last session didn’t happen. We also couldn’t keep doing it without talking about what it all meant, given that I was his trainer, and he was partners with my brother. I also really couldn’t imagine a world where that was the only time I ever got to touch him that way. This was all just too complicated, and I needed to talk it out before I went crazy. As hard as it was to put on my big girl panties and knock on Brock’s front door, that was exactly what I was doing.

I was officially eight weeks out from my fight. As hard as I had worked over the last month, things were ramping up now. Nate was on my ass about every drop of water I drank, every gram of protein I ate, and every minute I spent sparring and sweating. Shit was getting more and more real with each passing day. Preventing Brock from becoming a distraction wasn’t easy.

I bounced on my toes while I waited for him to answer the door. I’d either had too much coffee this morning, or I was more nervous about this than I’d let myself believe. On the one hand, I was a grown-up. I was twenty-eight years old. I had hopes and dreams that I worked towards. I could handle this. On the other hand, my palms were so slick I could barely hold my waterbottle. I didn’t know if I was going to bolt or jump on him when he got to the door. The door swung open, and as it turned out, I didn’t do either one, I just stood there and gaped at him, feeling the color rise in my cheeks.

He’d had that butterfly-in-the-tummy effect on me since we were teenagers. If anything, it hit me harder today.How could he make a simple t-shirt and shorts look so fucking good?At least he was dressed for a workout. I’d half expected him to be so presumptuous about why I was coming that he would answer the door naked. I wouldn’t have minded the view, but it would have made it way harder to talk.

“Hey, Dani, come on in.” He moved back so I could step into his living room, and I immediately went to the couch to pet Sarg. He was adorable but also a great distraction while I got my shaking hands under control. He lowered himself onto the couch next to me. “I guess we need to talk.”

The fact that he thought so too, just made my heart a little more his. I turned towards him and nodded. Sarg jumped down between us on the couch, rubbing his cheek against my knee. I had thought a lot about what I wanted to say to him. Had spent the last few days figuring out exactly how I felt. Brock was hot. There was no denying that when he first caught my eye, that was the reason. He was fucking sexy, and the years of building muscle at the gym and the addition of his police uniform had just added to his appeal. If it was only my vagina that wanted him, I could move on and walk away. But it wasn’t.

He’d managed to keep a sense of humor despite doing a dangerous and stressful job. He wasn’t intimidated by the fact that I was tall and strong and practiced getting punched in the face. Most men’s egos would never let them admit that I was too much for them, but I’d had more than one guy get a good look at me in the ring and suddenly think we should see other people. Brock would be ringside at my fight if I asked him to, and he’dfuck me like I was his woman after. I knew he would. I wanted to confirm he would. Assuming he wanted me the way I wanted him. He was brave and strong but also okay with me being those things too. Me being big didn’t make him feel small. That was such a rare quality that I wanted to grab hold of it with both hands.

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