Expelled

by Claire Adams

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 painkiller 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 rubdowns 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 want 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, goosebumps 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 needed 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 the 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 started 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.

  “That was incredible, Jet, thank you.”

  “No, thank you. My God, that was so hot.”

  I leaned back in the tub and picked up my beer, taking a long, refreshing pull on it. I closed my eyes and couldn't remember the last time I had felt so good. I knew it was all thanks to my handsome, MMA fighter boyfriend.

  Chapter Six

  Jet

  “Come on, man, what the hell is this? I'm killing you. When are you going to step up to the plate here?” I couldn't stop laughing the whole time I was giving Kyle the gears. It made it all the better that he was a poor loser. He usually lost his shit at some point and stomped out of the room. It was only a matter of time. Kyle usually only liked playing video games with people he could beat, and I wasn't one of them.

  “What are you talking about? I'm doing just fine, and I'm pretty sure I've been killing more zombies than you have.”

  I turned to Kyle when he said that. “Are you joking right now? It's been Slaughterhouse 5 because of me, and you have been dying left and right. There is blood everywhere, and none of it is mine.”

  We had been playing The Walking Dead game on the Wii U for just under an hour while we were slugging some beers. I wasn't a huge fan of the Wii U system, but I loved the TV show, so it was fun to get in there, work with familiar characters, and really kick some zombie ass.

  That night was the perfect night to just sit there and vegetate in front of the TV. I was still really sore from my fight, and I didn't have any desire to be out partying. Playing games seemed like the perfect evening in, and it was stress-free. I was determined to take it easy for the next little while, and allow my body and mind to heal themselves. There was always the next fight to prepare for, and as long as I took care of my body, then I would never have to worry about injuries or wrecking my body to the point where I could no longer fight. I could also eat whatever I wanted for the time being until training started for the next fight. We had ordered a huge meat lover’s pizza, and my mouth was watering just waiting for it to get here.

  My phone chirped, and I paused the game to check to see who it was. A smile formed on my face when I saw it was from Natalie. I answered the call, “Hey Natalie, what's up?” God, I loved the sound of her voice.

  “Not much, I was just wondering what you were up to. I'm kind of bored and thought we could get together.”

  “Just playing video games with Kyle. We're about to play Call of Duty, I think.”

  “Oh cool. Can I come and play? I mean, as long as I'm not interrupting some male bonding thing.”

  “You want to play Call of Duty? Seriously?” I raised an eyebrow at Kyle, who just laughed.

  “Yeah, why not?”

  I laughed. “I just didn't take you as that kind of girl. But sure, you can just hop over whenever you want. We'll be waiting to kick your butt.”

  She giggled. “Okay, I will be there soon.”

  I clicked off the phone. “Natalie is coming to play. If you can believe that.”

  Kyle laughed. “That should be interesting.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it. The girl surprises me every day. Most girls cringe at the idea of playing games, and mine is heading over to play COD.”

  We switched game systems and got ready to play Call of Duty. It was time to say goodbye to the zombies and try our hand at something a little more challenging. Kyle went in the kitchen to grab some snacks and refresh the beers. There was a knock on the door, and I went to answer it. Natalie was standing there, looking as beautiful as ever. She walk
ed into the apartment and headed over to the couch, where we were playing games. Just as I was about to close the door, the pizza guy walked up. I ran to grab my wallet, paid for the pizza, and closed the door. I brought it to the table and opened it up. It smelled fantastic, and it was layered high with meat. Steam was rolling up from the pizza, which made me pretty happy; it was nice and hot―ready to eat. I pulled out plates and some paper towels and started piling the pizza high on the plates.

  “Kyle, grab a beer for Natalie, too, okay?”

  “Sure, how are you doing Natalie?” Kyle asked her.

  She looked up and smiled. “I'm great, thank you.”

  We all settled down on the couch with snacks, beer, and a boatload of pizza.

  “I hope you're not a vegetarian, Natalie.”

  She laughed. “Not a chance.”

  We all sat there quietly as we scarfed down the pizza. Bellies were getting full, and it wasn't until the plates were empty that we started conversing again.

  “Now Natalie, I know you can kick my ass at darts and pool. But this one is a whole new level, and you are about to get you butt whipped.” I winked at her.

  She laughed with both eyebrows raised. “Okay, hot shot, let's go then.”

  Kyle got the game started and signed us in. We got the gear and characters needed, and began playing. I looked over at Natalie, and she was looking at the TV screen as intently as she did when she was painting, like she was on a mission. That look worried me, because she did so well with her art that I wondered if it was that focus that made her so powerful at everything she did. The girl was a mystery; there was no doubt about it. It was all part of why I liked her so much; she went after what she wanted, and dammit, she usually got it. Whether she wanted to believe it or not, she was fearless. How many times had she already gone up against me and won, no matter what? She knew she could beat me, and she went for it, regardless of how intimidating I could be in everyday life. She was relentless, and I admired that a great deal.