Lana grunted as Crank slammed her to the mat again. She was getting mighty tired of him manhandling her ass every time she tried to do anything. Worse, she had the distinct impression he was holding back and going easy on her.
“Remember, when I come at you, you need to use my momentum against me, right?” he reminded her. Again.
“Yeah, I know,” she muttered as he reached down and offered her a hand up. “It just goes against everything I learned to allow you to knock me down. That was stressed over and over. If your attacker gets you down, you’re in deep shit.”
“I understand, but when your attacker is bigger and stronger, than you are, you can’t win in a contest of strength. You use their power against them to take away their advantage, then you go medieval on their ass.”
She giggled. Crank really was a great teacher. He was patient and funny and good at making her failures seem like progress. She was sweating like a horse, but at least Crank had a sheen of sweat as well, and goddamn did that make him sexy. She took her set as he had shown her and got ready for him to charge her again.
This time, dammit, she was taking his ass down.
She licked her lips in anticipation. Of course, she’d said that every time they’d done this, and he was still bouncing her ass off the mat.
“Take a break,” he said as he stepped off the mat. “I’m going to lock the door.”
He walked to the door and locked it. Lana was a good student, fearless and willing to learn, but instincts were a bitch to overcome, and that was what she was struggling with now. She was getting there, though.
She already knew the arm lock he was going to teach her, so he’d shown her how to use her opponent’s strength and momentum against him to take him to the ground. When they went slow, she could do it, but when he pressed her, she fell back on her instincts and tried to muscle him. That wasn’t going to work, and every time she tried it, he put her ass on the ground as a reminder.
Lana was putting aside her water bottle as he returned. Her sports bra was soaked through, and trickles of sweat were running down her bare stomach and face. Crank wanted to lick her clean and felt another stirring in his cock, but he forced the thoughts aside. He’d been involved in some very intimate clenches with his female students, and he had become good at tamping down his desires and not getting an erection. Of course, that was in a class full of other women, and he hadn’t fucked any of them. Lana was proving to be more of a challenge.
“Ready to go again?” he asked as he stepped back on the mat.
She took her set then flicked two fingers on each hand at him, calling him to her. He liked her attitude. He grinned as he stood loose and ready so she wouldn’t know when he was coming for her.
To be such a big man, Crank moved with explosive power and speed. If she could ever handle him, she could handle anyone. As he reached her, she sidestepped slightly, sliding her arm under his and grabbing him up high for leverage, while at the same time, grabbing his wrist with her other hand to control him. She tipped away from him, turning him hard as she fell back, using her weight to change his direction. She felt his balance shift, and they were falling.
Her back hit the mat hard, but she hung on as Cranks weight and speed drove him downward. He landed with a thud that she felt all the way to her bones, but she was already scrambling onto her knees, twisting his arm up and back to apply pressure to the elbow. This was a move she knew and was comfortable with, and she knew the moment his arm began to come around behind him, she had him.
“How’d that feel?” he asked as she pinned him down.
She turned him loose, jumped to her feet, and began to bounce on her toes with her fists in the air as if she had just won a championship fight. She stopped bouncing as her fists came down. “It felt fucking great! I could tell the moment you lost your balance! That’s going to really hurt without a pad to land on!”
“Oh yeah,” he said with a grin, enjoying her triumphant reaction. “They’re going to be slow getting up from that because it’s a hell of a body slam.”
“Can we do it again?”
“Full speed this time?”
She felt herself flush hot, embarrassed that she may have been celebrating prematurely. “It wasn’t the last time?”
He grinned. “That was about seventy-five percent, and I didn’t try to prevent myself from falling.”
“Shit! I thought I had you.”
His smile widened. “What you did would take down ninety percent of the guys you’re going to meet. But let’s see what you can really do. Ready?” He didn’t wait for her acknowledgment or to get set before he charged her.
She squeaked in surprise as he came at her without giving her time to get set. She planted her foot and barely had time to pivot as he came at her. He hit her like a truck, but she rotated as she grabbed his wrist. He landed so hard the mat popped like a thundercrack as she scrambled around to lock him down.
“Fuck, that hurt!” Crank snarled as she let him go. He rolled over onto his back with a groan. He knew it was going to hurt when he did it, but shit!
“You okay?” she asked.
Had Crank landed that hard on concrete, he wouldn’t be getting up, even without the arm lock. He reached up, grabbed her as he rolled, and pinned her down.
“That’s not fair!” she complained.
“No, it wasn’t,” he agreed as he watched her face, and then let her up. “But fights aren’t fair, so let this be a lesson to never let your guard down.”
As he let her up, Lana scrambled behind him and wrapped her arm around his throat in a classic choke hold. Two could play that game.
“Never let your guard down,” she hissed in his ear. She knew he hadn’t held back that time and she felt powerful and invincible after taking him down.
He grinned. Challenge accepted.
He grabbed her arm and began to pull, but not doing anything else that might hurt her. She was stronger than she looked, and she groaned with the effort of holding him. With her distracted by his attempt to power out of her hold, he tumbled to the side, her shoulder colliding with the mat loosening her grip. With her shoulder against the mat, she couldn’t retighten her grip as he twisted and tucked his chin into his chest. He slipped the hold and continued to turn, drawing her down as he wrapped her up with his legs and tucked her head under his arm to lock her down.
She bared her teeth as she struggled to hold him. He was incredibly strong, but nobody was strong enough to break the hold once you got it secured. She had barely completed the thought before she found herself pinned down on his chest, his legs around her waist and her head stuck under his arm. It pissed her off, and she strained with everything she had, but there was no escaping. She slapped the mat.
He immediately released her, but she was in no hurry to get up.
“Fuck!” she snarled as her head popped up. She had so much to learn. She lay on his chest, panting from her effort to escape. “Teach me.”
“Teach you what?”
“Everything. How you broke that hold. How you disarmed that asshole with the knife. I want to learn. I want to learn it all. I’ll pay you.”
He smiled. “Private lessons? That’s going to be expensive.”
She could hear the teasing in his tone. “I’ve got money. I want to learn everything you can teach me. Please.”
“I don’t need your money, but I’ll work with you.”
She didn’t seem to be in any hurry to rise, so he reached up and pulled her down into a kiss. She responded, moaning softly into his mouth as she bucked her hips, grinding her pelvis into his.
She could feel his cock stiffening under her as he kissed her. She hadn’t planned for this to happen, but taking him down then tumbling around on the mat with him made her blood run hot.
She leaned into the kiss and began to devour him. It looked like he was going to be a one-night stand… twice.
She pulled back from the kiss and watched his eyes for a moment. “Take me home?” she murmured.
He pulled her down again, holding her in the kiss as their tongues probed and danced. Goddamn, this woman could kiss. He rolled over and pinned her to the mat.
“There’s nobody here,” he rumbled as he pulled back away from her mouth.
Lana flashed hot at the thought of them fucking right there in the gym. She was hot, sweaty and already horned up, and the mat was soft and large enough to do some serious tumbling without getting hurt. The allure was too much to deny, and she pulled him down into another kiss as her right hand slid between them and inside the elastic waistband of his pants.
Crank gasped as her hand clamped down on his cock. He reared up and thrust his cock into her hand, growling in pleasure as he ground himself between them.
Having him rear up, his back arching while his face twisted in pleasure, every muscle and tendon of his sculpted body defined as he strained, was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. She tightened her grip on his cock as he trapped her hand between their bodies. He pressed in harder before he dropped to his elbows over her and pumped himself into her hand a couple of times while kissing her furiously.
He rolled again, holding her to him, a hand on the back of her head to protect her, stopping as she came to rest on his chest. She’d released him as they’d begun to roll, so he grabbed her bra and roughly jerked it over her head and tossed it carelessly away. He pulled her down again, mashing her breasts into his chest as he savored her lips.
“Fuck,” she gasped as she broke the kiss, throwing herself backward to land on the mat. He was controlling her, and she loved it. He’d been a slow and gentle lover the first time, but not tonight.
Tonight he was full of fire and was taking what he wanted, manhandling her without hurting her as if he couldn’t wait another moment to have her.
When Lana began to kick out of her workout shorts, he lifted his hips up from the mat and slid his pants off. Then she was, throwing herself over him again and driving him backward to kiss him savagely.
She’d been aggressive the first night, but nothing like this, and her need was revving him up.
They tumbled again as he came to rest on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him as she thrust against him, the feel of his hardness against her pussy intoxicating. He powered up onto his knees, lifting her hips as she tried to steer him into her.
“Take me,” she panted as she clung to him.
“I don’t have any rubbers, but I’ll take care of you,” he snarled as he tried to work himself free.
He was going to eat her out until her fucking head exploded.
She hadn’t even thought of that. “Are you clean?” she asked as he teased a nipple to aching erectness with his tongue.
“Yes.” He moved to the other breast.
“I’m on the pill! Stick that thing in me and fuck me!”
Crank needed no further encouragement.
Adjusting his position, he plunged deep into her, holding himself there as he took her lips again. She kicked at his ass with her heels, and he began to move, driving into her with hard, fast, strokes as he tangled his hands in her hair, clamping her tight with his arms as he gently bit and suckled at her neck.
“Fuck!” he snarled as he tried to pummel her through the floor with his hips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so wound up. He was going to come, and soon, if he didn’t do something. He tried to go to his place, but once again, he couldn’t get there.
What the fuck is wrong with you? he raged at himself, frustrated that Lana made him want to go off like a high-school kid.
“No! Don’t stop,” she begged, struggling to hold him inside of her as he fought his way out of her embrace, but he was too strong.
Finally free, he flipped her over and dragged her ass up so that she was on her knees. He settled between her legs and slammed into her again before he reached around her and pulled her upright. He clamped her to his chest with an arm just below her throat, and she twisted her head around to find his waiting lips.
He held her to him, their tongues locked in an intimate dance as he thrust into her slow and easy to give himself a chance to recover from his near orgasm. He’d thought he’d stopped early enough, but having to fight his way out of her passionate embrace as she kept trying to fuck him had almost pushed him over the edge.
She could feel her orgasm coming, and it was going to be epic. She began to keen softly as her pleasure rose within her, setting her body alive with tingling pleasure. He seemed to sense her rising need and settled back, dragging her ass down with him. She looked behind her as he settled low over his legs, his arms behind him on the mat as he began to thrust into her with long powerful strokes. She’d never had a man in this position before, and he was pressing into her at a new angle, his cock pleasuring her in a way she’d never experienced before. She adjusted her position, and he began to hit her just right.
Lana gasped then slammed her ass down, pushing hard against him as he strained against her pressure, forcing himself as deep as possible.
Crank could feel her fluttering around his cock, but she made no sound, a slight quiver in her muscles the only visible indication she was caught in the throes of orgasmic bliss. With an explosive gasp, she flung herself forward and lay on the mat, curled in a fetal position, before she relaxed with a smile.
She opened her eyes, and his lips were there. She pulled him down, desperate to taste him as she steered him between her legs. He entered her again and began to fuck her slow and easy.
“Fuck…” Lana sighed as he continued his slow strokes. “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.” She looked at him and giggled. “The lessons… can we work it out in trade?”
Crank smiled at her. This was such a bad idea, but he didn’t care. “I think we can work something out.”
“Good.” She watched his face as it began to harden. He was so damn sexy, she wanted to feel him inside her every chance she got.
It was a bad idea to get involved with a man suspected of breaking the law, doubly so since she was a cop, but he could twist her up like no man before him. The allure of danger around him, the fact that she could be fucking him one day, and arresting him the next, made the sex dangerous and exciting.
“Shit! You’re going to make me come again,” she said, and he responded by driving into her with more enthusiasm, his face twisting, and his breathing becoming harder.
Their gazes locked, and she could feel her rapture forming. It had been years since she’d felt a man come inside of her, and she wanted to experience it now.
“Come with me,” she begged. “I want to feel you come.”
He grunted. He was just hanging on, but he wanted to give her another orgasm. “I’m going to come,” he grunted. “You’re going to make me come.”
The strain in his voice was intoxicating, and her climax drew near. “Don’t stop. Make me come,” she breathed. She watched him as his face twisted in sweet agony.
He reared up on his hands and drove into her furiously as he battled his body.
“Fuck!” he cried, losing his control, burning in rapture as he forced himself to continue fucking her, trying to push her into the abyss.
His bark of pleasure, the bliss on his face, how his muscles coiled and twisted under the skin, the feel of him splashing into her hot and wet, it all combine to sweep her way, tumbling her into the maelstrom of orgasm. She held his strong arms as her breathing stopped, her back arching as her head drew back, pushing her breasts skyward.
He collapsed on her, burying his face in her neck as he gasped and panted, an occasional shudder passing through him. As he held her, he felt the tension pour out of her body as she relaxed with a long sigh, her arms going around him and pulling him down. He settled more fully onto her, taking her lips into a long and sensuous kiss.
She sighed out of the kiss—satisfied and content. “I needed that,” she whispered.
He took a deep breath and sighed too. “Likewise.”
“So you’ll do it?” she asked. “Teach me?” she added to clarify what she meant.
He pecked her on the lips. “Sure. But we can’t do this every time. There’ll be people around.”
“Maybe on Sundays?” she asked, her voice light and lilting.
He snickered. “Maybe.”
She grinned, and then slapped him on the ass. “Get off me. I need to go.”
“We’re done training, but don’t you want to go another round?”
She raised her head and kissed him real quick. “I think you’ve pounded on me enough for one night, and I have work in the morning. I can’t spend all night working out… as much as I might like to.” She paused then pulled him down. “But one more kiss before I go,” she murmured.
He took her lips and began to slowly work his hips.
She sighed. “Stop it… before I change my mind. This place have showers?”
“Yeah. In the back,” he said as he pulled out of her.
“Wash my back?”
He grinned. “It’ll be my pleasure.”