Fighting My Bully: A Queer MMA Romance by Amanda Meuwissen

Author:Amanda Meuwissen [Meuwissen, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amanda Meuwissen Books
Published: 2024-01-12T00:00:00+00:00

CORBETT

Fred didn’t ask me about anything else, didn’t bring up our kiss again, just did warmups and said he was ready to spar.

I had so screwed everything up.

But he wasn’t lacking in focus or motivation anymore. Much as I wanted to put some thought into his accusations of Rudy somehow being responsible for Odae’s issues of late, which was serious if it was true, I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the game of fly-by sexual harassment Fred kept trying to taunt me with.

Every hold or grapple or mount was accompanied by a not at all subtle—or professional—grope of my ass, huff in my ear, or press of his backside into my crotch. By the end of the first ten minutes, I was throbbing at half-mast, fighting like hell to keep from growing so hard that I could have leg swept Fred without a limb.

He hissed at a rashly made grab I made at his right forearm, and I instantly recoiled to apologize only to realize the trap I’d fallen for, and the next thing I knew, I was flat on the mat.

I gasped from the knock of the wind from my lungs, then again when Fred mounted me and purposely rolled his hips. It was so intentionally sexual that my breath stayed stolen, and I lay beneath him without any thought of a countermove. He flipped me while I was in my stupor, getting me into a rear mount, and shit, having Freddy Bard molded against my back, grinding his dick into my ass like he’d mount me for real right there in the yoga room, prompted a moan so loud that I was certain the rest of the gym had to have heard it.

“You’re so hot.” Fred breathed against my neck. “Whoever thought… I could make Corbett Jahns moan.”

“F-Freddy…”

“It’s Fred, remember?”

“Sorry—”

“But you can call me Freddy. Just you. If you stop pretending you don’t want this. I never thought I could like hearing someone else say it again, but fuck, I like it when you do.”

Fred twisted my head around and kissed me. He was still grinding forward, painting the crease between my clothed cheeks with the upward spring of his cock. His hand on my hip kept me where he wanted me as he plunged his tongue between my teeth, and then his hand started reaching center.

Voices alerted us to someone approaching, and before they caught us, we were just two fighters locked in a grapple, which was nothing strange in a gym for MMA.

They didn’t pay us any attention as Fred jumped to his feet and yanked me up after him, pulling me from the yoga room with both our dicks bobbing tellingly in our thankfully loose shorts to… where? The nearest place was the office, but someone might be in there, which I tried to explain as Fred dragged me down the hall.

“Fred, wait—”

He didn’t try the door, just slammed me up against the wall opposite it and crowded into my body like the rabid chihuahua I adored.

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