by Claire Adams
I realized I had been holding my breath the entire time, and I expelled the air from my lungs. I looked over at Julie, alarmed, and she took my hand in hers and squeezed it.
Jet was a spectacular fighter and watching him move in rhythm was part of the reason I was so crazy about him. This was surely his calling, and I couldn't imagine Jet doing anything else with his life. Hopefully his dad could see that as well, and would lay off of him. Jet used pure gut instinct and smarts when he fought. He plotted his rounds and flew through them living in the moment.
He was just so focused as he pummelled Curtis, hitting him mercilessly, crushing him in a pool of his own blood. It was shocking just how much blood ended up on the cage floor and nobody blinked an eye. It was just okay for two men to just destroy each other until the bell rang in a round.
Jet grinned as he looked down at his opponent who wasn't about to get back up for more. He looked around at the crowd and there was blood dripping from his eyebrow down to his nose. My heart was beating furiously in my chest, and I feared that I would throw up. How embarrassing would that have been for Jet to have a girlfriend who couldn't watch him fight? His corner was going nuts, and the fight was called.
The endorphins were going through Jet's body at that moment and that would prevent him from feeling any pain. He's proud, I can tell, and driven to push the limits of every fight. I was spent just from watching him and unsure of what was going through my man's mind at that moment. He was strong, handsome, and in control of his destiny. I turned to look around at the crowd screaming for their king of the ring, who just won yet another fight. He had just won the nationals, and he was sitting pretty right on top.
“The winner of the nationals for tonight's fight is Jet! Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner!”
The crowd went wild, and Jet's team rushed into the cage to congratulate him. I tried to ignore the fact that Katie wrapped her arms around Jet in a tight hug.
I turned to Julie who was grinning, and she hugged me hard. “Congratulations, girl, your man is on top.”
“Yes! I guess that means you are grabbing the loser for that pity fuck.”
Julie laughed. “You got it!”
I looked back in time to see Jet leaving the cage and heading back to the locker room. When he caught my eye, he grinned and winked at me.
There was no after party after the fight that time, even though Jet could probably have used the booze. His body looked a wreck, and it always amazed me how these fighters were willing to do those things to their bodies for the sake of being a fighter. He was in a lot of pain from the fight, and there was bruising popping up everywhere. I wanted to touch the bruises, put my mouth against them and make him feel better. I did not like the look of his bruised and battered body. His opponent definitely looked far worse than he did, however; no one ever seemed to get out of a fight unscathed.
I watched silently from backstage in the locker room as his family went up to him and congratulated him on his fight. I didn't think that it was my place to stand over there with him when he was having time with his family. I didn't want to interrupt, especially with his father there. Everyone was gushing and his mother is fawning all over him about his injuries. Moms were like that; she could still be beaming there with pride over her son but the thought of him being hurt in any way probably broke her heart. I giggled as I watched everyone hugging him. Despite their problems, it was obvious they all loved each other. His father patted him on the back, and although he remained straight faced, he didn't say one bad thing about the experience, and I could see that Jet was beaming with pride. He must have loved that his father made the effort to come.
I headed over, and kissed Jet on the cheek, saying hello to all his family. They were thrilled that Jet and I were finally together. I knew his dad had been less than impressed with me coming to dinner that one night as just a friend, even though it really should have been obvious to everyone that night that Jet and I were never just friends. When they left, I began trying to massage the soreness out of Jet's body. I kneaded his skin roughly as he groaned with my effort. I pushed my knuckles deep into his muscles, trying to relieve some of the tension that had built up in his body. I could feel knots all over his body, and I almost wished my mother were there to take care of him. She would do a far better job than I could. She was a truly talented massage therapist; she understood the body and she had a gift for creating healing where no one else could. For her it was definitely a calling. I wish I had developed that same talent in order to help my boyfriend more.
“Maybe you should go see my mother tomorrow; she will fix the knots far better than I can. She really is the best in town, and to be honest, you need all the help you can get.”
He laughed. “No, your hands are what I need.”
I smiled. Standing behind him, I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard him say. He talked to me in a way that made me feel like a queen, that no girl would ever take my place.
“Oh, is that right?”
“You have no idea. Your hands make me feel amazing in more than one way.”
I blushed as I watched Julie approach. I knew the ways in which he was talking about, and I enjoyed those ways just as much as he did.
“Congrats there, Jet, on the fight. You put on a pretty good show. How are you feeling?”
“Thanks, Julie. I feel pretty roughed up, but that's all part of it. At least I won.”
“Yeah, well, thanks for inviting me. By the way how well do you know your opponent?”
We all laughed together. She laughed about taking him home for some pity sex, and Jet said the guy would probably be in too much pain to participate. I loved Julie, and couldn't wait for her to find a man. He would be one lucky guy, that was for sure.
“Okay, I'm heading back to the apartment, are you sticking around here for a while?”
I nodded. I wasn't sure what Jet was up to, but I would tag along with whatever he was doing.
We waved as she disappeared from the locker area.
“Julie is a pretty cool girl; I like her.”
I smiled. “Yeah, she's the best. She makes me laugh so hard. I really think she was serious about the pity sex.”
He laughed.
“So how come you didn't want to go out and party with everyone? You could probably use a stiff drink right now.”
“’Cause I feel like a disaster and I can't think of anything that I would rather do than hang out alone with you tonight. Besides you can do more benefit to my body than any pain killer could.”
I giggled. I loved the way that he talked to me, but what I loved more was the effect that I seemed to have over him. My body, my hands, and my words--he seemed to live off of them all, and it made dating him that much more exciting.
“So what do you want to do tonight, then?” I continued massaging his muscles in the hopes that I would relieve some of the pain in his body. There was no doubt about it; he would be one sore boy tomorrow. It would be hot baths and Thai balm rub downs for a few days. But it was very important for his body to heal properly to avoid injuries. If he pushed himself at all right now, he could cause an injury that he originally didn't have and that would be a mistake for him.
“I think I want to hit the school hot tubs for a bit; the heat should relax my body significantly. Why don't we grab a couple of beers from the cooler and head over there together?”
“Jet, I don't have a bathing suit here,” I whispered. I blushed immediately at the thought of going in there with him, without a suit. I had never done anything like that before, and it embarrassed me. I wasn't a sexy girl, so the idea that I would strip down before him sounded deeply erotic.
“Baby, you don't need a suit. No one will be there and I'd like to see you naked and wet.”
I could not seem to stop blushing around him. Yup, I knew that had been exactly what he was thinking.
“Come on, Natalie, live a little. I am sore as hell, and the tubs could really help out a lot. Not to mention I wan
t you there with me. Let's get some beers and go.”
He went in one of his teammate’s coolers, grabbed four beers, and put them in his gym bag. I laughed as I watched him do it. The guys always swapped and shared their beers, so Jet knew that the guys wouldn't care. They would probably offer him the whole cooler for his pain and suffering. He grabbed some towels out of the locker room cupboards, picked up his gym bag, and slung it over his shoulder. We left the locker room, and as we made our way to the hot tub room, he received tons of praise from people who stopped him along the way. There were still a lot of people just milling around the arena after the fight. Even after the lights went down there was still excitement in the air and buzz about the fight all around us.
We got to the hot tub room and true to his word, there was no one else in the room. He locked the door behind us to make sure that we would be uninterrupted. He put his bags down, and dug around for two of the beers he brought. He cracked them open and handed me one. The room was hot and steamy around us, and the chill of the beer was refreshing as I took a drink. As I took a long pull on the beer goose bumps broke out all over my arms. He put his hands on my arms and rubbed up and down in an attempt to warm me up, not that I need warming, given the temperature of the room. It felt nice, though, having his hands on me. He felt good no matter what he did to me.
“The beer is good, isn't it, Natalie?”
“Yeah, it's so cold; especially in here, it seems colder.” I took another sip, enjoying the bitter taste that ran chills up and down my spine. Or maybe it was Jet causing that sensation in me.
“Are you ready to go in, or are you still shy?”
I laugh. “Well, you first.”
He shrugged and set his beer down. The guy was definitely not shy, and had no issue with dropping his drawers, so to speak. He only had on fighter shorts and a T-shirt to begin with, but he stripped those items off so quickly it was as if he never had them on. His body was absolutely beautiful. He always looked fantastic naked. He was just one of those guys who should be naked all the time. He was the kind of guy you always saw in those calendars that you were sure just had to be Photoshopped because the sculpting was done to perfection. He was fit in a way that made me want to just touch his muscles. To grab them and squeeze them, to find out if I could bring any pain to something so hard. His abs were sculpted in the perfect six-pack and his arms were my favorite part. He was strong and looked so strong. I could never quite stop myself from looking at his cock. It was arousing to me, and just the sight of it could send my heart beating in a crazy way. He was a beautiful man, and his cock was no different; it just completed an already perfect package. And the pleasure it had brought to my body was something I could write a book about. Maybe that was why I grew warm at the sight of his cock. All then memories of all the pleasure it had brought me. My eyes went back up to his, to see that he had been watching me looking at his cock, and he had a smile on his face. I blushed again, knowing he could probably read my thoughts at that moment and he had liked them.
“If you keep looking at me like that, Natalie, you're going to make me hard, and then you will be in trouble.”
I grinned. I wasn't sure what it was with Jet, but no other guy I had ever dated had talked to me in that sexy, arousing way. I wasn't sure why; I would never have been opposed to it. But guys had never talked dirty to me ever, and I wondered why. Was I just not the kind of girl that guys looked at and wanted to say dirty things to? Maybe guys never saw me as a sex symbol, not in the sense that I could possibly have any power over any of them. I liked the fact that one look from me could harden up Jet's cock. I liked that idea a lot. And he aroused me just as much by the things he said to me. Things that no other guy had ever dared say to me.
“Is that really all it would take?” I whispered.
“You would be surprised how little it would take. You're smokin' hot, Natalie. Getting the chance to sleep with you is enough to make any guy happy. You should know that. Most guys would kill to sleep with someone like you.”
“You really think I'm hot? God, I've never thought of myself like that. Certainly I'm attractive, but hot?”
“Ahh, yup. No doubt about it, Natalie, you are a very pretty girl.”
I smiled and went to him, kissing his mouth softly. I continued to kiss him, because his mouth was hot and wet and tasted wonderful. I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. He, too, had a power over me, and I was perfectly comfortable with him having it.
“Now strip, beautiful. This is the moment I have been waiting for all night.” He got up into the hot tub and slid himself into it. The steam was rising up around him and he turned to watch me. He had a look of anticipation on his face that made my heart skip a beat. I slipped off my sweater and fumbled behind me with the clasp of my bra. I was worried that I would not be able to get the bra undone, I was so nervous. I released my breasts from it and tossed the bra on the floor. He smiled as he looked at my breasts, and his gaze became more heated. I undid the button on my jeans and zipped them down. I slipped out of my jeans and stood there before him in a pair of hot pink lace panties. I had been shopping recently, and had decided I wanted to buy a few more scandalizing pieces for Jet to discover. I put both of my thumbs in the sides of my panties and slid them down. I had just gotten a Brazilian wax that day, so my pussy was fresh and soft for him. I could tell he was surprised, but very pleased, with the waxing that had been done to my pussy.
“Wow, you look incredible. How am I not supposed to be constantly hard around you? Just take one look at you. You drive me crazy, Natalie. What am I going to do with you?”
I smiled as I passed him both beers, and climbed into the hot tub with him. The water was hot, a little too hot for me and I looked at the controls and decided it could stand being a few degrees cooler. After I adjusted the temperature, I slid all the way in, and made my way over to Jet. I sat down beside him and took a drink of my beer. It was warming up quickly due to the temperature in the room, but it was still chilly enough to be delicious, and I guzzled down half of it. Jet leaned back into the water and groaned, allowing the heat to ease away the pain he had in his muscles. It was a great idea for him to have been there. The hot tub would provide far more relief than any bathtub would. The heat was more intense, and it would soften up the tension in his body. Jet opened his eyes and put his beer to his lips as he downed the rest of it. “I'll grab the other beers.” He rose up out of the water to do so, his hard, sculpted ass before me as he moved toward the edge of the tub. I leaned toward his ass and bit one of his cheeks softly before leaning back in my seat. I was so shocked that I had done it; usually I wasn't that brazen in the bedroom, but I had just had the urge and decided to follow my instincts. And it sure paid off to do so. He turned around with shock written all over his face, and I started laughing.
“I can't believe you just bit me, and on the ass, no less.”
“You loved it.”
He grinned from ear to ear. “You bet your ass I did, but when I return you're really going to get it.”
I winked at him and he hurried out of the tub and went to the gym bags. When he got the beers, he cracked them and returned to the heat of the tub, handing me one as he sat down. I was happy to see that they were still quite cold despite the heat in the room. I drank up the rest of the first beer and set the bottle in one of the cup holders near the tubs. I wasn't sure if the university condoned drinking while in the hot tub, but they sure had the cup holders for it. Everything in that school was of the highest quality, and the whole room of hot tubs were spared no expense. I took a sip of my new beer as Jet turned toward me, with a heated look on his face. His hand found me first as he grabbed hold of my ass and squeezed it. I moved toward him, and our mouths found each other naturally, as if we were meant to find one another. The heat between us at that moment was just about as hot as the steam coming from the hot tub. Our tongues mingled together as Jet slid a finger inside me. I gasped as his fingers pumped inside me repeatedly. It felt so good that I s
tarted to feel a little dizzy.
“Does that feel good, Natalie?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
His tongue went back in my mouth and I sucked on it. I couldn't wait anymore and foreplay wasn't a big concern of mine right now. I straddled Jet, feeling his fingers come out of me. I replaced those fingers with his cock as I rode him slowly. I moaned as I arched my back, pushing his cock deeper inside of me. He leaned his head back as I rode into him, grinding his cock into me. I bounced on his cock faster as he moaned my name over, and over again. I liked facing him and being so close that I could see the pleasure washing instantly over his face. I rode into him with my mouth on his neck. I kissed him and bit into his flesh, while I continued the rocking I was doing on his cock.
“Oh Natalie, you ride me good. You feel so good. I can't get enough of you.”
I continued to ride him, and watched as he took pleasure from my pussy. He impaled me, and I had never felt better. I needed him inside me; he completed me in a way I had not experienced before, and I physically needed to have him pleasure my body. He was the perfect size and he fit me like a glove. He was hitting my G-spot perfectly, and I cried out with every thrust into him. As I ground up against him, I could feel my orgasm building. And just when I thought I was going to lose control, he took hold of my hips, and thrust me into him harder and faster. I cried out with excitement. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, and I screamed out as an intense orgasm gripped my body and didn't let it go.
“Jet, can you please fuck me from behind. I really liked it last time,” I moaned out the words as I continued to ride his cock.
He smiled, pleased with my request. “Natalie, you can have anything you want, whenever you want it.”
We changed positions and I leaned my elbows against the edge of the tub as he came up behind me. When he pushed his cock inside me I thought I would lose my mind. It was insanely deep and every time he thrust into me I lost myself. It was a wonderful feeling to lose yourself but at the same time to feel completely found. I moaned, feeling very wanton with him inside me. He pushed in harder and faster, until I was screaming out his name. I could barely stand so much pleasure, and when another orgasm ripped through me, he followed suit and filled me up with his cum. I leaned against the tub exhausted but very satisfied. Having him inside me felt incredible and I always hated when he pulled out of me. I moved toward him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss.