Page 65 of Star Crossed
Jules never had time to recover; Romeo pinned her to the mat before she could rebound. His big hands wrapped around her wrists, holding her immobile. If Jules really wanted to fight, she could have, but she was still very much in tune with him as sensei and if he wanted her flat on the mat, she honored that.
“You did good.” Romeo’s eyes held her attention like twin emerald flames as his gaze ran over her face.
“Yeah?” she wheezed, still fighting for breath after her fall.
“Amazing,” Romeo confirmed, his gaze still holding her captive. “I can see why you were on the Olympic team.”
Drenched in sweat, panting from the exertion, she let out a broken laugh. “I don’t think I fought that well on the Olympic team.”
“I’m sure you did,” Romeo said confidently. He released one of her hands to cup her face, his thumb rubbing over her bottom lip. “Thank you for giving this to me. I needed it. You make me remember what I used to be.”
“What you used to be?” Jules asked, breathless for a different reason as he continued to caress her lips.
“Centered. Calm,” Romeo whispered, making it sound like he was confessing something dark. “Less bitter anda lotless angry. Karate used to be my only escape from the regret until I met you.”
“Tell me what happened to make you so angry,” Jules asked, her heart aching from the pain in his voice. “Why are you bitter? Why’d you stop playing by the rules when you’reso goodat them?”
Romeo kissed her instead of answering. His tongue swept in, tasting her, captivating her, and Jules forgot the secrets that still welled up between them. A prison record, a connection to the mafia that was evident to anyone who knew what the last name Moretti represented. Jules knew his brothers were related to and likely involved on some level with the powerful crime family, but none of that seemed to matter right now.
Not when Romeo was over her, still radiating that focused power she knew for a fact he’d never used in MMA. His matches in the cage were different, coming from a dark, furious part of his soul where anger fueled the fires and ego hungered for defeat.
Clay would have never been able to take down the fighter over her now. With his elegant speed and graceful movements that came from the desire to push and guide, rather than beat his opponent. This man was untouchable. A rare, purer side to Romeo’s soul that resonated deeply with Jules and tapped into something within her she hadn’t known existed until now.
Surrendering to him was easy. Jules let him guide her in their lovemaking just like he’d guided her with the sparring. Their usual rash passion was replaced with something more deliberate and humbling as Romeo stripped off her gi and helped her out of her sports bra and panties.
Then he stood up in front of her, slowly untying his belt, and Jules couldn’t resist. She got up on her knees and took the belt out of his hand, laying it over her own uniform before she splayed her hands over his muscular chest, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady, dependable rhythm of his heartbeat. She parted the white cotton material as she pressed her lips to his stomach, worshipping the man he should have been if life hadn’t made him bitter and angry.
She forced his gi top past his shoulders and then down his arms. She tossed it aside, still kissing and licking his beautiful olive skin. He wore judo pants with the elastic waistband, and she wanted to tug them down to reveal his cock straining for freedom, but he didn’t offer and she didn’t ask. Her arms wrapped around him, holding Romeo to her as she loved him, but still she waited for him to give her what she really wanted to taste and savor.
Romeo fisted her braid, making her stomach clench as she moaned against his navel. He pulled something out of the waistband of his pants, holding it between his fingers, the packet glinting gold under the lights:a condom. Jules moaned again, her body clenching instinctively when she thought about him rolling it on that thick cock and fucking her.
Then he pushed at his pants, forcing them past his hips, and Jules forgot everything else as she eagerly tugged them down, wanting him as naked as she was. He was commando, and she couldn’t hold herself back. She swallowed his cock hungrily, stroking him and taking him as deeply as she could.
Romeo let out a low growl, his hold on her braid tightening. Jules let him guide her movements as she sucked him, submitting to him when she hadn’t for others. She’d always enjoyed doing this, tasting a man, teasing him, controlling his pleasure, but it was different with Romeo. She respected him. She loved him. His pleasure was important to her, and if dominating her like this turned him on, it turned her on too.
It more than turned her on; it drove her wild.
Jules was so aroused she couldn’t help but slip a hand between her legs, desperate to ease the throbbing ache. All the while she sucked him, letting Romeo force her to take him deeper than usual. Both of their limits were still being pushed, the envelope split open by the connection they shared. Everything took on a surrealistic, red haze. The sexual hunger colliding with the endorphin rush that came from extreme physical exertion, making Jules feel euphoric as she knelt in front of Romeo and got off on pleasuring and serving him.
She was moaning, the sound of it muffled by his cock, and Jules realized she could come just like this. As if sensing it, Romeo tugged her braid, forcing her to release him. She growled in complaint, reaching for him, but he fell down to the mat with her and grabbed her hand when she fought to touch him.
His eyes were vibrant, commanding, brooking no argument, and Jules bit her lip rather than complain. Then he brought her hand to his mouth, his gaze still holding hers captive, and sucked on the fingers she’d been touching herself with. Her breathing was harsh and irregular, and she was almost dizzy with the rush of need as she watched him relish her essence.
Romeo released her fingers with apop, his gaze darting down to the mat. “Put it on me.”
Jules followed his gaze, finding the condom he must have dropped. She snatched it up and used her teeth to open it.
He fell back in seiza position once more, his ass resting on his ankles as he offered his cock up for her. Jules rolled the condom on and then crawled onto his lap. Too hot for him to down her enthusiasm, she boldly grabbed Romeo’s dick and guided him inside her.
Her mouth fell open, a silent moan trying to fight its way past the pleasure as he slowly stretched and filled her. It felt so incredible that Jules couldn’t wait until she was fully seated on him before she started rocking her hips, craving the friction of their bodies moving together. Romeo’s wide palms were on her back, holding her, supporting her as she rode him.
Jules threw her head back from the rising bliss, and Romeo dragged his tongue up the long line of her exposed throat. Then he used his hold to force her farther back, exposing her tits. Jules found her voice then, gasping from the electric shock of pleasure when he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his teeth tugging lightly. With his cock buried deeply inside her, she flattened her hands against the mat and let him feast on her tits, still a slave to his will.
Jules was sweaty and light-headed with the bliss, breathless from the teasing as Romeo’s mouth relearned her body, running from her nipples to the curves of her breasts and back up the sensitive arch of her throat. He licked and tormented until Jules thought she’d die with the need to come.
With Jules tinkering on the edge of insanity, Romeo’s warm breath moved up to her ear, his voice low and edgy with desire as he asked, “Do you want it?”
“God, yes,” she moaned.
