22. Valerie
Ican barely breathe as I come down from the high. AJ kisses my inner thighs as I pant, and I move my hands from his hair, wondering what the hell we just did.
I have never done anything like that before in my life. I have never gotten on my knees for a man; I have never had such an experience where I wanted someone so much I would drop my pants in a place like this. But that is exactly what I have done. Two nights in a row. I am becoming a hussy and I love it. I laugh at myself, at how in less than two days AJ has already surpassed every man that has come before him. Literally and figuratively.
AJ looks up and is about to say something when there is a loud thump at the door. I jolt in surprise, and AJ scowls before kissing my thigh again and lifting me from the bed, pulling my jeans up.
“Sweetest damn pussy I ever tasted, sweetheart. Bathroom is in the back. Go make yourself decent, because I don’t want any other fucker looking at you like this but me,” AJ says roughly, his eyes a little less intense. I swallow harshly and give him a nod as I walk past him, grabbing my handbag and shutting the bathroom door behind me.
In the small space, I am able to take a breath and gather my thoughts. My body still hums in a post-orgasmic swoon, my legs weak, my heart racing, and yet I have never felt better. His hands on my body felt like they were always meant to be there. He is strong, possessive, and takes what he wants. I’ve never felt so desired, so sexy, so needy. I look at myself in the mirror and stare at my reflection. My hair is everywhere, my lipstick smudged a little, but considering what we just did, it is surprisingly not too bad. I get busy trying to look presentable again, not needing anyone with a cell phone camera to be taking shots of me like this. I tie my hair into a loose, messy ponytail with the hair band I keep for emergencies, and I grab a wet wipe in the room to delicately clean up my lip line before adding fresh lipstick and a bit of powder. Checking my cell in case the girls have texted me, I see the flash of a notification from socials. I hesitate before deciding to get it over with and click on it.
Hanging on the rough side of town with losers is where you belong, such a trashy dirty whore. This time, the message is from valisaslut. I take a deep breath. These messages seem to know where I am and who I am with, and I don’t like it. But there is not much I can do at this stage, so I delete and block, steadying my nerves. The noise from AJ opening the main door and what sounds like scores of people now walking in and talking pulls me back to reality. I quickly spray some perfume and put everything back in my bag, before opening the door and walking out, trying not to look like I had the most insane sexual experience of my life. I stop short. There are people everywhere.
His friends and mine are on the lounge talking, AJ is sitting on the massage bed where we just were, and a man who looks to be a trainer stands behind him, massaging his shoulders. His eyes meet mine, and he flicks his head at me, calling me his way. I walk over, not wanting to be anywhere else, and his eyes don’t leave mine the entire way. The way he looks at me has immediate flames licking my skin and my underwear grows wet again.
“You alright?”” His voice is low and gravelly as his large hands find my hips, and he pulls me to stand between his legs as the masseuse continues to work his shoulder. My hands land on his thighs, my fingers lightly scratching his skin.
“Never better,” I say with a smile, and his lips quirk in return.
“Good. How did you get here?” he asks.
“I drove,” I tell him. It isn’t usual that I drive myself places anymore, but last night and tonight have been exceptions.
“You drove?” he clarifies, his eyebrows rising.
“Yeah, my car is out front.”
“Jesus. You drove to this shit end of town, to a boxing match, in your G-Wagon?” He looks at me like I am crazy. Maybe I am. “You and I are going to need to have words about that,” he mumbles.
“Believe it or not, but I am capable of driving myself places. Besides, I like the beast,” I say, thinking about my car and rolling my shoulders back.
“You drive me crazy, that is for sure. So, your place or mine tonight, sweetheart?” he says, and I suck in a sharp intake of breath. His hands flex on my hips, like he is holding me from running, but I don’t move. Instead, I lean more into his hold, not wanting to leave at all.
“Excuse me?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. A smile threatens to form on my face as I look at him.
“You didn’t think that was all we had for tonight, did you? The fight is over now.” His face is serious, his eyes challenging, reminding me that his rule of staying away from sex before a fight is no longer valid.
“But you just were in a boxing ring! You’re sore, aren’t you?” I ask, looking at his shoulder, at the masseuse who is doing a good job of ignoring our conversation. I see the bruises on AJ’s face, the redness of his knuckles. He may have won, but his body is still beaten.
“Not that sore.” His hands flex again. I feel like this is a test. Like he is pushing me to the edge again to see if I am, in fact, all in or if I will crumble and run home to my father.
“I need to drop the girls off,” I tell him simply.
“I’ll meet you at your place, then,” he says. “Text me when you are on your way home, and I’ll head over.” He looks for any hesitation on my face, but there is none.
“Okay,” I say, smiling. I like his self-assuredness. He knows what he wants.
“Okay.” His hand grabs my neck, and he brings me to his lips. I kiss him slowly, and I almost melt at how sensual this kiss is. It is different from before. His hold on my neck is possessive but not tight. But I want it to be. It is like he is wanting everyone to see, to show everyone that I am his. As he pulls back a little, his hold on me remains firm, our foreheads nearly touching. “You like it when I grab you like this?” he asks quietly, his eyes thinning, looking at me with interest.
“I do. A lot,” I tell him as I swallow, my throat moving under his fingers. I hear a deep rumble of satisfaction from him as the crowd behind me comes back into focus.
“Okay, we get it! You two are so fucking hot I want to join in, but can we go now, please!” Simone yells, and I pull away, laughing. AJ growls, and as I step away from him, he slaps my ass, making me jump.
“Drive safe,” he says as the girls grab my hands and we all walk out, leaving all the sweat and testosterone behind us, along with my good girl image.
But I don’t care because the stupid grin on my face is the most genuine I have ever had in my life.