Chapter 25 Jon
JON
Anger is not an emotion I experience regularly. In fact, I’ve surpassed anger. I wish I were only feeling angry right now. I’m one more sentence away from exploding with white hot rage.
“I found my phone, and it had enough battery left for me to call a ride share back to the dorms,” Margeaux says.
She’s telling me everything like she’s reading a fucking recipe.
She’s barely showing emotion. “I showered for a long time. Threw out my clothes from that night. I cancelled brunch with Jacky. Told him I was sick. I spent the next week in my dorm, skipped classes. Becca wasn’t returning my calls. ”
Every instinct in my body is telling me to reach out and hold this woman who has been so strong for longer than she should have been. I keep my hands at my sides. I won’t touch her again until she tells me to.
“I survived finals. Went home for Winter break. My parents and Jacky kept asking why I was acting off and being so quiet.”
“What’d you tell them?” I ask. I’ve been silent since she started telling me this story.
She shrugs, flopping onto her back on the bed. “That I was just burnt out from playing volleyball and being in school full time. That I just needed some time to rest. It was a total lie, obviously,” she says looking up at me.
Her dark hair is in a messy bun; loose pieces are falling around her face and the small piercing above her upper lip is reflecting the low lamp light in the room.
“I went back to campus in January. The first thing I did was schedule a meeting with my volleyball coach. I quit the team. There was no way I could keep playing. I couldn’t look my teammates in the eye after what happened.
And Becca was ignoring me like I had the plague.
I got sick just walking through the courts to speak with my coach. ”
“Margeaux…” She holds her hand up, not letting me finish my sentence.
“I went into town to find someone to talk to. I found the name of a support group for women who were assaulted. As I was walking around trying to find the address, I stumbled across a gym where men and women were slamming into each other, flying over the ring, and just owning life. I signed up for a membership the next day. Wrestling’s been my life ever since.
” Her smile is so bright and genuine. She’s not pretending to be happy. She is happy.
I nod, taking in everything she said. “So, you never told anyone about what happened?” I ask, needing to confirm this.
“Nah. I tried telling Becca a few times, but she ghosted me. And after I quit the team, none of the other girls bothered to check in with me. So, I saw their true colors. If they were really concerned about me they would have asked me what was wrong, not make me feel worse about quitting a sport I used to live and breathe.”
She’s got a point there. It’s tough being in your early twenties and navigating social circles. That doesn’t excuse how her teammates dismissed her and left her in the hands of a psychopath. Speaking of…
“What happened to that asshole?” I feel my jaw bones ready to crack from how hard I’m clenching my teeth. I can’t even bring myself to say his name.
“Don’t know. Don’t care. That chapter of my life is over. I have no interest in revisiting it,” she says as she rolls onto her side to face me for the first time since she started talking about this awful part of her past.
I relax a little knowing she doesn’t have contact with that guy anymore.
Some serious feral, protective emotions are building up inside me; I’m getting overheated just picturing a younger Margeaux, feeling helpless, and out of control.
I understand why wrestling is so important to her.
She reclaimed control of her life through the sport.
She was an amazing athlete when she played volleyball, and now, she’s even more impressive.
She’s strong, and inspiring. She’s a role model for young girls.
“You’re truly amazing,” I tell her.
“I know,” she says playfully.
“What else do you know?” I ask, feeling a little playful myself.
She presses up to her knees; the small sleep shorts she’s wearing show off her leg tattoo beautifully.
The bright colors and shapes on her arms draw me in more.
It’s like watching a fire, fighting the urge to wave my hand over it, knowing it will burn, and I’m too curious to find out how hot it is. Margeaux is the hottest of fires.
“I know you’re not going to be here for very long. When do you have to fly back to Paramount?”
Ugh. Reality. Nice to see you again. Not.
“Tomorrow morning. I have plenty of vacation time saved up, but it’s difficult to get time off. My specialty is competitive. The more time I spend with patients, the more I learn,” I ramble. How does this woman turn me into such a blathering idiot?
“Hmm. So you came here to check up on me, then leave?” She presses her lips out into a pout, and she looks so fucking gorgeous. Why are we talking? I should be letting this woman use my face as her new favorite chair.
“I saw that letter and…I didn’t think. I got on the first plane and wanted to see that you were okay. I care about you, Margeaux. I know we don’t know each other very well, but that doesn’t change how I feel.”
She leans over and kisses me; her hands find their way into my hair. The feeling of her tongue ring against my tongue has my dick rising to attention.
“I think we’ve done enough talking, Doc,” she rasps against my lips, her eyes are closed, and I can see the pulse point on her neck beating harder.
I want her so bad. I don’t understand why she wants me. What could I possibly offer this woman?
“Am I just a fun time for you?” I ask, hating myself for killing the mood, but I need to know. I want to protect this woman from dangers she’s perfectly capable of saving herself from. I need to know she has some sort of feelings for me, even if it’s on the smallest of scales.
“You asking if I like you, Doc?”
“Don’t play games with me, Margeaux. I’m here.
I’m showing you what I want. Just tell me if I’ve been reading this entire situation wrong.
” I’m feeling so insecure, and it’s so selfish of me to make this situation about me, after Margeaux just allowed herself to be completely open and vulnerable.
“I just need you to tell me directly. You won’t hurt my feelings. I—”
She covers my mouth with her hand.
“I like you, Jon. I don’t talk about my traumatic life experiences with just anybody. You’re one of the few men I’ve felt safe with. I don’t feel the need to keep my guard up around you. You work with sick kids, for God’s sake!”
My body’s natural response to cringe at the mention of a higher power is clearly noticed by Margeaux.
“Uhhh. What did I say that struck a nerve?”
I look down at my lap. Yup. Boner effectively gone. And the good Lord just keeps on taking from me.
“Sorry. God and religion are a sore subject for me. It’s not an issue if you believe in a higher power.
I just…I let go of any religious beliefs a long time ago.
” I’m hoping she doesn’t ask about it, and we can just go back to what we were doing before.
I have twelve hours before my flight back to Paramount.
I’d rather not spend that time digging up my childhood.
“Can’t say I believe in God. We went to church growing up, but I don’t have the discipline to keep up with it. I like the idea of an afterlife filled with ice cream, puppies, and all my favorite people, though. Is that too much for you to handle?”
I let myself laugh and relax against the headboard.
“That sounds perfect, Beautiful.”
She smiles, runs her fingers through my hair, keeping it messy, and gives my lips a soft kiss.
I won’t waste another moment without this woman’s body on mine. I grab her hips, and she squeals as I lift her up to my lap. Her long legs frame my body.
“I need a midnight snack first,” I tell her as I shimmy down until I’m lying flat on my back.
“Oh. Fuck yes! You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about your lips on my lips, Doc.” She lifts her hips and tugs off her sleep shorts, exposing her smooth pussy to me. Fuck, she’s so fucking beautiful. My mouth is watering, dying to taste her again.
“I need a snack too, Doc. I’m hoping for something on the salty side.” She flips around, showing me her round, full ass.
“You sure this is okay? We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I say, needing her to know sex is not expected after the emotional confession she trusted me with.
“You have three seconds to lick my pussy before I smother you, Doc. I’m begging. Please.”
The warm metal of her tongue ring flicks the tip of my dick, and I groan into her pussy. Fuck. I think I love this woman.
She tastes so good. I lave my tongue around her clit, learning that she loves when I play with it.
She moans around my dick, her lips stretched wide around me. She pops the tip out of her mouth and rocks her hips back and forth over my face. This is Heaven.
“Fuck, Doc. I love how you play with my clit. Mmm. Imagine if I had a piercing down there for you to play with? Mmmm…Would you like that, Doc?” she moans as I fuck my tongue into her pussy.
I groan at the idea of her perfect pussy having a piercing. I feel my dick get even harder and pre cum trickles down my shaft.
I thrust my hips up, searching for her lips, and she gives them to me, sucking me deep into her mouth.
I dig my fingers into her full ass cheeks, spreading her wide for me to get deeper inside her. Her fluids drip into my mouth, and I feel my dick on the brink of gushing into hers.
“Come for me, Beautiful,” I pant between her legs.
Her thighs tremble around my head. She moans as she slides her lips up and down my dick. This is the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten. She comes back up to my crown and I feel her tongue ring all around my sensitive tip.
“Jon!”
Her pussy spasms around my tongue, squirting her juices into my mouth.
“Mmmm. Mmmhmmm.” I swallow her down, savoring her taste.
She works her hand around my shaft. I’m so hard. I’m on the verge of coming. She works her hand and mouth in opposite motions. She’s milking me for all I’m worth, and I want to give her everything.
“Oh, fuck! Margeaux!”
My dick throbs as I come in her mouth and she hums around me. I feel her tongue stroke me as she devours me.
We both flop on the bed, laying in opposite directions. I kiss her ankles, deciding she’s the only being I want to worship.
“Still feel like this is a bad decision?” she asks me between heavy breaths.
“Terrible. But it’s the best decision I’ve ever made,” I say.
“Me too.”