Chapter Twenty-One
I don’t waste any time getting the condom rolled on, then press my knee back to the bed, moving over her. She smells divine, she tastes even better, and my dick jumps again at the memory of her going off against my tongue.
I’m not lying, I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Megan letting go. I’d thought it the first time I made her come, but this time, it was fucking amazing to see.
It’s my plan to keep that look on her face as much as I can.
Though thirty condoms is pretty ambitious. I press a kiss to her pussy. I nearly lost my shit when I saw she was bare through her panties. Not that I would have cared if she weren’t, but being able to see every part of her excited the shit out of me.
Megan is breathing hard as my lips move over every inch of her, my hands following in their wake. I position myself so I’m between her legs, propped up over her with my palms flat on the bed. She looks up at me, her eyes trusting as she waits to see what I’m going to do.
It drives me fucking insane how she is looking at me. I lower so our bodies press together. I’m a big guy. I don’t want to crush her, but feeling the length of her pressed against me makes me almost lose control.
Yes, she agrees to this and yes, she’s into it, but I won’t unleash my full force on her. She deserves to be treated like a fucking queen. We kiss again and I shift my hips, notching my dick between her lips and lightly grinding. She’s so fucking wet I glide through her lips and back again a few times. I’m about to lose fucking control.
Using one hand, I guide the head of my dick towards her opening. Then I kiss her again as I push in, inch by inch, feeling her opening and wrapping around me, welcoming me into her body. I have to pause a couple of times and bury my face in her neck so she doesn’t see me grit my teeth.
I keep moving until I’m fully seated inside of her. She lets out a long, breathy sigh. Her arms are beneath mine and she and runs her nails up my back, then clutches my shoulders from beneath me.
Her walls tighten around me as I thrust in and out a couple of times. Each move has her letting out another small gasp. I take it slow, wanting to prolong this as much as I can, drawing more than halfway out before pushing back in. I keep doing it until she pants harder, her body getting restless, her hands moving all over my back and arms.
My need builds, and I thrust a little faster, a little harder. When she doesn’t react in any other way than she wants this, I pick up the pace, then press my lips to hers. I suck on her tongue and fuck into her faster, all thought of taking it slow going out of the window as she clenches tighter around me, as her nails claw into my back and her hips lift to meet mine.
Her neck tilts back, exposing her throat. I press my face into it, my balls tightening.
“Joey, I’m going to… I’m.. Oh God.”
I nip her earlobe and press my mouth against her ear. “Come for me, Kitten.”
She goes off, her back bowing, crying out as her body ripples beneath me. It’s enough to drive me over the edge and I come hard and fast, filling the condom. I grit my teeth and grunt, cursing as it goes on until my balls are empty.
I can’t fucking breathe. My heart is beating an unsteady rhythm against my ribcage, but I have the foresight not to drop onto her, even though I want to. I can barely keep myself upright. That was so fucking intense.
Pulling back, I check on Meg. Her eyes are closed, her chest rising and falling as hard as mine as she comes down. There is a peaceful, serene look on her face. I kiss her eyelids and then her nose and cheeks.
Her mouth parts for me when I reach her lips and we take our time exploring each other’s mouths, a leisurely roll of our tongues, in direct contrast to how we just fucked and both came.
We can’t stay like this forever. I sit back and take off the condom. Meg’s eyes remain closed, so I go and dispose of it in the trash can by the window. When I turn around, she is watching me. Her eyes trail my body and I smirk at her.
Then I remember who this is and my concern returns. Not as strong, but I need to make sure she is okay with what we just did. I get on to the bed and lay beside her, one hand behind my head, the other resting on my abs, watching her the whole time. She rolls onto her side so she can see me better.
I touch her cheekbone with my fingertips and brush some hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?”
“Better than okay,” she says. “It was perfect Joey.”
I pull her against my chest so her head is resting beneath my chin. We lay like that for a while, just breathing, letting the moment settle over us.
So much for not knowing what it feels like to be inside of her. Right in time for my abstinence to start.
“What’s wrong?” she lifts her head .
I didn’t realise I’d tensed up at that thought, but it’s not for the reasons she might be thinking. When I tell her, she laughs, stacking her palms on my chest and resting her chin against them.
“When does that start?” she asks.
“Three days,” I say with a groan of annoyance.
“Three days?” she bites her bottom lip and looks towards the window. I kinda like the edge of disappointment in her voice.
It makes me feel fucking amazing, then I remember it means I don’t get to do this every fucking day. One taste of her will never be enough. God damn, why did I agree to this fight?
Her hand skates over my ribs and across my stomach. When it reaches my dick, she touches the head, her fingers dancing down the length. It hardens in her hand as she works it up and down.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I say, rolling my neck.
“Yeah?” she asks seductively. I like this version of Meg. I love that she’s showing it to me.
My hips rise so my dick thrusts firmer into her hand. “Yeah.”
“How about this?” she sits up and moves her hand faster.
“I can think of something better.” I arch a brow.
She stops and I don’t hide my disappointment. But it morphs into another grin when she reaches for the condom. I lie still as she rolls it over me and then lifts so that she is straddling my legs. I hold on to her thighs, my eyes heavy with lust as they take her in. Lifting, she reaches behind her, holding my dick steady as she begins to lower on to me.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and I watch my dick disappearing into her, until her thighs are fully settled on mine. I reach up and cup both of her breasts and her eyes pop open. Then she moves, slowly, sensually rolling her hips.
“Ah, fuck, yes,” I growl. “That’s it, fucking ride me, Kitten. Take my dick.”
Her eyes widen and I realize I just got a little more talkative than I did the first time. But she clenches around me and presses her hands against my chest, lifting and lowering faster, rolling her hips harder.
She liked it. Fuck yes.
Reality soon comes knocking at the fucking door, as it so often does.
We spent the whole night together, then after breakfast, we returned to her room to get ready to leave but ended up in the shower, with me holding her pressed up against the tiles, grinding into her so hard I think a few brain cells exploded.
She talked and laughed a lot more on the way back to New York and invited me up when we got back to her place. She has a very comfortable bed, I can attest to that.
Then she needed to get ready for work, so I offered to drive her. It was like neither one of us wanted to separate from the other. I’ve never fucking felt that with any woman before. But Megan is different.
She is fragile and vulnerable, but I have never known a woman as beautiful or strong.
I’m looking forward to seeing where she works, even if she has been a little quieter since we got back in the car. I hope it’s not because she thinks I’m going to judge her for where she works. I’m about to point out that Angelina has a restaurant and there is nothing wrong with working at one when my phone rings.
It’s Sam. He rarely calls. The last time he did was to give me the fucking awful news about Jenna and Meg. Shit, is something wrong?
“This will just take a second,” I tell her.
“That’s fine,” she smiles and looks back out of the window.
I don’t like how her hands are twisting in the skirt of her uniform. God, the last thing I want her to do is think there is anything wrong with what she does for a living .
“Hey, what’s up?” I’m about to tell him I’m not alone, but he barrels on without even greeting me.
“Have heard what that fucker has done?” he snaps.
Megan flinches and I turn to her. Sam is a good guy, but he can be abrupt. I’m not sure how much she had to do with him when she used to come to the gym. Sam rarely hangs around where people are just there to work out. He made an exception for Jenna because he saw her talent and he wanted to nurture that. Plus, Jenna is outgoing and friendly, and I suspect she cajoled Sam into helping her rather than him voluntarily doing it at the start.
There is also no need to ask who he is talking about.
“This isn’t a good time, Sam.”
“Then why the fuck did you answer the call?”
“Because I thought it might be important.”
“This is important.”
“Nothing to do with that is important. It can wait for me to get to the gym.”
“That’s because you have no fucking clue what he’s accusing you of.”
That gets my attention. I glance at Megan and mouth ‘sorry’. She mouths back that it’s okay. We’re nearing the block her restaurant is on.
“Just give me five minutes and I’ll call you back.
“You better. This is going to affect your career.”
“What? How?” All thoughts of hanging up are forgotten. Hell, I barely even notice Megan in the car with me now.
“He’s just accused you of doping.”
My hands tighten around the steering wheel. “He what ?”
“Yeah, important enough for you. Get your ass down here. Now.”
“You can’t fucking think he’s right,” I snap back.
“Of course I don’t, you moron. But we need to deal with this right now. I got a lawyer coming in and a guy from the fighting commission. So get your ass down here. ”
“Yeah, I’m on my way.”
Sam hangs up. I glare through the windshield. That fucking asshole. I don’t answer to his bullshit remarks so he goes full throttle and tries to destroy my career?
“Fuck,” I slam my hand into the steering wheel.
A sharp inhale reminds me where I am. Fuck. I turn to Megan. Her eyes are wide as she watches me, losing my shit.
“Jesus, sorry. I’m… That was just an overreaction.”
“It’s okay,” she shifts in the seat. “He’s talking about Marris?”
I forgot she knows all about that prick. I don’t want to talk about him with her. I need to get to the gym and find out what the fuck is happening. I will have to prove to everyone that I’m not taking performance-enhancing drugs. My fighting license could be suspended until it’s cleared. Not only that, but I could also lose endorsements.
Not that there is any evidence. Nor have I ever taking any fucking drugs.
But perception is sometimes greater than reality. People are quick to jump to conclusions and decide without knowing the full story. Just putting this question mark over my integrity is potentially going to fuck me up the ass.
I have the sudden urge to kill that little shit.
Megan touches my arm and again I have to snap out of the spiral.
Being around her right now is crazy. I am not capable of holding back the shit storm in my head at hearing Marris has sunk this fucking low. She doesn’t need to see that.
“What are you going to do?” she asks, her voice quiet.
I shake my head. “I don’t know.” I scrub a hand down my face. “My team will have a plan but…”
“It’s alright. Here, the restaurant is just across the street. You can let me out here and get to the gym to sort this out with Sam. ”
I’m too distracted to hear the tone of her voice. But I nod and pull over so she can get out. She pauses, half in, half out of the car.
“It’ll be okay.”
“I’m not so sure,” I say.
Not because it’s fucking true, because an accusation like this has the potential to ruin everything. People won’t trust me, even if I prove I have no drugs in my system. That doesn’t mean I haven’t in the past. That doesn’t mean everyone will not question every fight I’ve ever won, scrutinize every move I’ve ever made.
Megan has no way of knowing all of this, but I don’t want to drag her into it. I’ve just had the best two days of my adult life and in the blink of an eye, it’s like it a distant memory.
My life just fucking imploded with one phone call.