had every intention of reaping the benefit of all her hard work.
W as he really going to do this?
Mac shot a glance at the woman now lying on her back with her knees bent. Not once had he ever thought about the intimacy that came with this hold. He was an MMA fighter. He grappled. And grappling meant very close contact with his opponent. All he thought about in those moments was what his opponent was going to do to break out of his hold.
Now? All he could think about was Gayle’s legs wrapped around his head.
He wasn’t fool enough to believe she just happened to choose this submission hold out of thin air. She’d picked it on purpose, and again he found himself flamed by the silent challenge she’d tossed at him.
Now that he’d agreed.
What the fuck was he thinking ?
As he inhaled a small breath and released it, he paced back and forth at the edge of the mat.
You can do this. Think of it as just a training exercise.
“All right, first thing you need to know is the triangle choke comes in handy when you’re caught on your back and have your opponent punching you.”
He swallowed but made himself drop to his knees in front of her.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said. “Lance was on his back and his training partner was between his legs. Like this.” She parted her thighs and scooted forward.
Fuuuuck.
He wasn’t completely inserted between her legs yet, more bordered by them, but for him to show her the move correctly, he’d have to get intimately close to a certain very appealing area. His breath locked in his lungs. He’d give his left nut right now to have on a cup. Anything other than her womanly center to rub against.
She’s a dude. Just another guy you’re grappling with.
As he moved his body deeper between her knees, the back of her thighs brushed against the top of his. His chest tightened more.
Focus.
“When your opponent throws a punch at you, his body will come forward,” he explained. “That’s when you grab the arm while wrapping one leg around his neck. Then you grab the shin of your other leg and pull it close to the opposite knee, locking the hold into place.”
“Okay. Come at me.”
He threw a fake jab toward the side of her head. She grabbed on with both arms, lowering him farther. One feminine leg latched around the back of his neck, pressing his cheek to the soft skin of her inner thigh while sliding his forearm straight up the warmth of her mound. Two tempting thighs clamped tightly around his face. She had him locked in.
He expected her to immediately release him. Instead, she tugged the back of his head down a little farther, bringing him closer still to a forbidden area. And he realized she knew more about this hold than she’d let on. He hadn’t told her about holding his head down, which helped keep the opponent immobile. Though he was nowhere close to being in danger of losing consciousness—she didn’t have the strength to do that—he was in all kinds of danger of losing coherent thought.
His face was just inches from her mound. The skin of her thighs burned into his cheeks. And he had the insane urge to break the weak hold and bury his face where she was damn near begging him to go. Then she suddenly released him, and a stuttered exhale shot from his mouth as he leaned back and closed his eyes.
Fuck . He wasn’t going to be able to handle much more of this. He didn’t want this attraction to Gayle. He just wanted the fucking friendship. Why couldn’t he just have the friendship?
“How was that?”
“What?” He opened his eyes. Damn woman was still on her back with her legs spread wide before him. He could strangle her. He shoved to his feet and put some distance between them. “Not bad.”
“My turn.”
“For what?”
“I want to know what it feels like to be in the lock. So wrap those legs around my head, handsome.”
The image of Gayle’s face posed inches above his cock as he put her in the hold had lust slamming through his body and
W as he really going to do this?
Mac shot a glance at the woman now lying on her back with her knees bent. Not once had he ever thought about the intimacy that came with this hold. He was an MMA fighter. He grappled. And grappling meant very close contact with his opponent. All he thought about in those moments was what his opponent was going to do to break out of his hold.
Now? All he could think about was Gayle’s legs wrapped around his head.
He wasn’t fool enough to believe she just happened to choose this submission hold out of thin air. She’d picked it on purpose, and again he found himself flamed by the silent challenge she’d tossed at him.
Now that he’d agreed.
What the fuck was he thinking ?
As he inhaled a small breath and released it, he paced back and forth at the edge of the mat.
You can do this. Think of it as just a training exercise.
“All right, first thing you need to know is the triangle choke comes in handy when you’re caught on your back and have your opponent punching you.”
He swallowed but made himself drop to his knees in front of her.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said. “Lance was on his back and his training partner was between his legs. Like this.” She parted her thighs and scooted forward.
Fuuuuck.
He wasn’t completely inserted between her legs yet, more bordered by them, but for him to show her the move correctly, he’d have to get intimately close to a certain very appealing area. His breath locked in his lungs. He’d give his left nut right now to have on a cup. Anything other than her womanly center to rub against.
She’s a dude. Just another guy you’re grappling with.
As he moved his body deeper between her knees, the back of her thighs brushed against the top of his. His chest tightened more.
Focus.
“When your opponent throws a punch at you, his body will come forward,” he explained. “That’s when you grab the arm while wrapping one leg around his neck. Then you grab the shin of your other leg and pull it close to the opposite knee, locking the hold into place.”
“Okay. Come at me.”
He threw a fake jab toward the side of her head. She grabbed on with both arms, lowering him farther. One feminine leg latched around the back of his neck, pressing his cheek to the soft skin of her inner thigh while sliding his forearm straight up the warmth of her mound. Two tempting thighs clamped tightly around his face. She had him locked in.
He expected her to immediately release him. Instead, she tugged the back of his head down a little farther, bringing him closer still to a forbidden area. And he realized she knew more about this hold than she’d let on. He hadn’t told her about holding his head down, which helped keep the opponent immobile. Though he was nowhere close to being in danger of losing consciousness—she didn’t have the strength to do that—he was in all kinds of danger of losing coherent thought.
His face was just inches from her mound. The skin of her thighs burned into his cheeks. And he had the insane urge to break the weak hold and bury his face where she was damn near begging him to go. Then she suddenly released him, and a stuttered exhale shot from his mouth as he leaned back and closed his eyes.
Fuck . He wasn’t going to be able to handle much more of this. He didn’t want this attraction to Gayle. He just wanted the fucking friendship. Why couldn’t he just have the friendship?
“How was that?”
“What?” He opened his eyes. Damn woman was still on her back with her legs spread wide before him. He could strangle her. He shoved to his feet and put some distance between them. “Not bad.”
“My turn.”
“For what?”
“I want to know what it feels like to be in the lock. So wrap those legs around my head, handsome.”
The image of Gayle’s face posed inches above his cock as he put her in the hold had lust slamming through his body and
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