Page 33 of Darkened Truths
Over the years that’s changed, especially by letting women into the school. Around here, the women mostly study survival, money laundering, and business. It’s the reason Ava’s here. I didn’t like the idea of her coming to Pointebreak, not with the hardened men who attend, but the idea of her being able to fight and defend herself won me over in the end. Mikhail likes that she’s here because then he doesn’t have the deal with her right now. She’s a pawn, like most women here. I know she’s going to be married off some day and I won’t be able to protect her in the same capacity. She needs to know how to do that on her own.
If I close my eyes and think back to this weekend, I swear I can still smell Riley. It could also be from the pair of panties sitting next to me. I groan when they reach the mats, just as I predicted, and know I’m going to be in for the show of a lifetime.Her lithe form is lying out on the mat, breathing hard from the exertion of the run. I bite back a groan and try to focus on the cameras and not my sexual fantasy of her tied in that position as I cut every inch of clothing off her.
“Alright, Hellcat, show me what you’ve got. Try to pin me,” Wes says as he pats his chest. I can’t see her face in the camera, but her hesitation tells me everything I need. She knows she can’t win against him, but she’s stubborn enough to try, anyway. She runs toward him and dips her shoulder, aiming for his gut. He easily grabs her waist and lifts her, tossing her onto his back. He gives her ass a playful slap, and I groan when she squeaks in surprise.
“Again,” he announces as he places her down.
She huffs. “I’m not going to be able to knock you down, Wes. I don’t even know what I’m doing. You haven’t shown me anything.”
“I want to see your fighting style. Pick out things you’re doing well and things we can work on. Try whatever feels right.”
Again and again she tries to knock him over, to no avail. I’ve got to give her credit, though. She tries different moves. Anything she thinks will work. Growling, she turns away from him, a hand on her waist as she lifts the top of her shirt to wipe the sweat from her brow. She’s frustrated. Even through the camera, I can read her body language.
Me:
Stop thinking with your dick and teach her something, asshole. She’s not learning anything.
He picks up his phone, reads the message, and smiles up at the camera—at me. He knew I’d be watching, so it’s no surprise.
He tosses his phone on the mat and focuses on Riley again. This time, he focuses on giving her tips and teaching her how to take down an opponent who is bigger than her. It would still be a challenge, because most men around her have at least fifty pounds, if not more, on her. Dip low, focus on the legs, and if that doesn’t work, go for the eyes, nose, and throat. That’s the aim. She needs to stay on foot because if she gets pinned in an actual fight, that’s it. She needs to use unique skills without having the height or strength of a potential opponent. They practice over and over. She’s breathing hard and I know she’s going to be sore tomorrow.
My hand moves slowly up and down my aching cock. Watching her attack repeatedly has got to be one of the most erotic things to watch. She drops her shoulder and reaches out for his legs and finally pulls him down.
“Yes!” she shouts with excitement, and I can’t help but smile at her.
Good job, Luna.
Wesley lifts his hand and when she tries to help him stand, he pulls her down and rolls them so she’s flat on her back under him. He cradles the back of her head and brackets her legs with his own, pressing her down into the mat.
“Once your attacker is down, run, don’t stick around.”
She drops her head back and groans, her chest rising and falling rapidly in defeat. “What happened to your jaw?” She touches the subtle bruise Wesley got from Julien and he pins her hand down above her head to the mat, ignoring the question.
I’ve always enjoyed watching others, and Riley is definitely my porn of choice. I can’t stand it any longer. It has been pure torture watching them. I pull my dick free from my shorts and wrap my fist tightly around the base, squeezing the tip as I slide it back down again. Over and over. The pressure rises and falls as I edge myself, not willing to give into the climax. Needing totorture myself longer. Wesley stays on top of her and when he lowers his lips to hers in a kiss, my hand speeds up. I imagine I’m there instead, on top of her, kissing her, smelling her. Those whimpered moans for me, and not for him.
Fisting her panties in my other hand, I bring them to my nose, smelling her as I jack myself. I’m out of control and I don’t like it. I don’t want to be like this. Her breathy moan fills my ears, and I look at the camera again, anticipating seeing them naked, but they aren’t. She wraps her legs around his waist and digs her short nails into his back. He’s feasting on her and her hands explore every inch she can reach. I’m recording this session and I know this won’t be the only time I watch it. He dips his hips into her and I speed up when her moan of pleasure reaches my ears. I can feel my orgasm at the base of my spine growing in intensity.
He drops his head to her ear and whispers something. She turns her head to the camera and stares at me. She doesn’t speak it out loud, but mouthsDaddyat the camera.That stupid fucking name. The nickname that’s going to be my undoing. I can’t keep her close to me after that. Iwanther so damn much and I’m no good for her. Wesley bites her neck and when she bows her back, I come all over myself, her eyes never leaving mine.
SEVENTEEN
RILEY
Ibreak out in goosebumps as I watch the camera. Wesley bites the juncture between my neck and shoulder and I writhe in pleasure, my orgasm washing over me in waves. I can’t help the moan that escapes. Wesley said Zander was watching, and it’s like I can feel him—his anger. Yet, that’s what helped push me over the edge, knowing Zander was watching us this whole time. Wesley presses his weight on me, forcing my hips to stop undulating. I whimper, wanting more. He’s still hard as a rock between my thighs. When I reach down between us, wanting to help him the way he did me, he stops me.
“Come with me this weekend,” Wesley murmurs in my ear.
Furrowing my brow, I look up at him. “Where?”
“Contend. There’s a fight and I want you there with me.”
He gives me one more chaste kiss before extracting himself and helping me to my feet. I should be grateful that our little makeout session didn’t turn into more. Although he made me come, so I guess it was a bit more than making out. We’re in a public spot and I’m sure students will get up soon enough.And Zander’s watching. Except Zander is why I want to continue. As soon as I found out he was watching, I became soaked. Thingsgot more heated from there, and obviously stopped with my happy ending.
What is wrong with me? Two men? Is one not enough? Maybe Julien is right, and I am becoming the campus slut. I’m not going to lie, though. I feel like the bragging rights would go a long way. The women around here fawn over the Kings, and that girl on the first day said she’d love to have all three. I shake my head at the thought. I’m being silly and need to get my hormones in check. There’s no way it will happen.
My nipples are so hard that even my sports bra can’t completely hide them and I know Wesley notices too. I roll my neck and ignore the dirty thoughts running through my head. I stretch my arms overhead and Wes takes one in his hand gingerly.
“You’re bruised.”
