Chapter 40 Jon
JON
One Month Later
Frankie, the owner of Frankie’s Gym in Paramount, already created a social media page to document the progress of the new PEW training facility. As the primary local investor, he’s adamant about being transparent of the build, and how it will help Paramount grow.
I send Margeaux the most recent video Frankie filmed of an excavator moving dirt from one spot to another. Before I can pocket my phone, it’s lighting up with a string of sexy texts.
Beautiful <3: I’m feeling a little dirty this morning, Doc.
Never more thankful to have an evening shift at the hospital, I roll onto my back, giving my firming dick a slow rub.
When I was with Nicolette, I was subjected to watch an endless stream of romantic comedies, and period romances.
I didn’t mind. Some of the stories were sweet.
I always balked at the movies where long distance was part of the relationship.
How couples would struggle to keep the fire alive, their schedules would slowly pull them apart- distract them.
Eventually, they would have this culminating discussion about how their love wasn’t strong enough to bridge the distance between them.
Beautiful : Mmm… I woke up so wet, Doc.
I suppose those movies created a subconscious sense of worry about being long-distance from Margeaux, especially with our relationship so new, and all the crazy shit that we experienced together.
Margeaux hasn’t let the distance become an issue.
This woman is opening my mind and world to the joys of phone sex, sexting, nip pics, dick pics, sexy voice memos, and so. Much. More.
Beautiful : My pussy won’t come unless she hears your voice.
Fuuuck. This woman is driving me crazy. I fumble my phone in my one hand while I continue to palm my dick.
We’re also spending time getting to know more about each other and making plans for the future.
Our future. I can’t believe there’s going to be a training facility for the PEW here, in Paramount.
I almost leapt out of the bench I was sitting on when she told me.
Construction on the new training facility is already starting.
It’s just a giant dirt lot right now, but I see the potential.
She answers the video call before the first ring finishes. She’s in her bed, her hair spread all around her pillow like a dark halo, my naughty angel. Her eyes are still heavy with sleep, and her cheeks are pink as soon as my face pops up.
“Mmmm…Yes. I miss your face,” she says, tracing her free hand along her collarbone and licking her lips so that I can get the tiniest peek of her tongue ring.
“I miss you riding my face, Beautiful.” I’ve definitely gotten more comfortable with dirty talk. One big thing I learned about making a relationship work– long-distance relationships in particular– is keep talking, and don’t be nervous to say what you’re thinking.
“Yea? You gonna let me ride your face when I see you tomorrow night?” Her voice is breathy and so fucking sexy.
“Fuck yea. You can do anything to me, Beautiful. I’m all yours,” I say, shoving my hand in my boxers and grabbing my aching length.
“Show me. Let me see what I do to you, Doc.”
I angle the camera down and push my boxers down. My dick slaps against my lower abs, pre cum already seeping from the tip.
“Fuuuck! I love your cock, Doc. I want it.” She throws her head back and her hand disappears.
I spit on my hand to alleviate some of the friction. I’ve invested in a giant bottle of lube for these calls, but it’s out of reach.
“It’s all yours, Beautiful. Ohhh!”
“Yes, Doc. Rub that dick for me. I wanna see you come everywhere.”
“You gonna make a mess with me, Beautiful? Where’s your hand?” I grit, working my hand slowly up and down my dick, trying to last longer than two minutes.
“What do you hope I’m doing with it?” she asks, giving me a teasing smile. The tiny piercing above her upper lip glints under the morning sunlight coming in through her window.
I hope she’s playing with her pierced tits.
It’s no secret at this point in our relationship that I’m infatuated with her boobs, her nipples, the piercings.
I’m drooling just hoping for it. She lets out a sultry laugh and shows me where her hand is.
On her bare stomach, drawing little circles around her belly button.
I can just see the underside of her boobs. The soft curves teasing my eyes, making my dick drip all over my hand.
“Show me your tits, Beautiful. I bet your nipples are so hard right now.”
A slight tilt of her hand, and I see her soft, round tits. Her dark, pink nipples are pointing straight at me. I sit up and focus harder on her stiffened nubs.
“You got new jewelry?” A set of polished silver bars, with a rounded, sparkling white jewel on each end.
“Mmhm. A little nip glitter for you, Doc. You like?”
“I fucking love! Fuck, Beautiful. I’m gonna come just from seeing them.” I feel pathetic saying it, but I can’t help it. We’ve gotten so good at turning each other on in just a few minutes. I’m powerless to her confident and sexy energy.
“Come for me, Doc. Please. Let me see it.”
I quicken my pace as I jerk myself, and even fondle my balls on the up strokes.
“Fuck, Beautiful. I’m about…I’m coming! I’m coming! Ohhhh!!! Ahhh!”
Hot streaks of cum splatter all over my stomach, chest, and hand. I’m a panting mess and can’t focus my eyes on any one spot.
“Mmmm. I can’t wait to taste you again. Tomorrow. I gotta run to training now. Love you. Talk to you later.”
Before I can say it back to her, she hangs up. Leaving me a sweaty, cum-covered mess. I’m so going to get even with her for this.
My plane lands in Kentucky, leaving me with an hour to get to the location that Margeaux sent me.
My ride share is able to get me just outside the arena, where the crowds are huge.
People carrying posters. Fans dressed in shirts with their favorite athletes’ faces on them.
I join the masses, making my way to the entrance.
Security guards wave me through metal detectors, inspect my backpack, and pat me down thoroughly.
I show my ticket to the usher, who double checks it.
He waves for me to follow him, and he hands me off to another guy with a black shirt that says “VIP Crew” in white lettering on the upper right corner.
“Follow me, sir,” he says. This guy is easily a foot taller than I am and has more muscle than a rhinoceros. I pull my shoulders back as if that’s going to make me any taller.
I follow him down aisles and rows filled with screaming fans as they watch a match between two male wrestlers, I don’t know the names of.
They look young. Margeaux told me these events start with the rookie wrestlers, to see how they handle a crowd.
Watching a match in person is nothing like watching it on TV.
The entire atmosphere is palpable. The energy is charged with something electric and unsettling.
My muscles tense, making me want to jump over the guard rail and join these two guys in the ring.
Even though they’d toss me out within seconds.
I watch three more matches, consume two beers, a small carton of popcorn, and make friends with the dozen other VIP crowd members around me.
I tell them I’m here specifically to watch Margeaux, but don’t want to say I’m her boyfriend.
Margeaux hasn’t made any public announcement about our relationship on her social media, and she told me it’s to give her some aspect of privacy.
Also, after my incident with Becca, I’m certain Margeaux is just as protective of my safety as I am of hers.
The match we’ve been watching for the last ten minutes has come to an end. The MCs of the night announce a ten-minute break before the next match. Looking at the program, my nerves start thumping and twitching. This is Margeaux’s match.
The longest ten minutes of my life finally come to an end. The lights dim. The entire arena is shaking as speakers blast the song “Reckless” by Papa Roach. The crowd is on its feet, screaming. Grown adults and young kids are holding up signs with Margeaux’s face on it. My Margeaux.
I join in and cheer with them all as the woman, who is more miraculous than anyone I could have dreamed of, makes her entrance at the top of the ramp.
She stops, holding her arms out to the side, letting the bright purple and blue neon lights behind her illuminate her from behind.
Her dark hair is past her shoulders yet still showing off the bright ink on both her arms. She’s in a black halter top that looks like a sinful combination of leather and latex.
She’s in matching bottoms that show off the bottom half of her ass.
She wouldn’t be able to contain those amazing globes if she tried.
All the time she’s spent in the gym the last few weeks have made her legs even stronger and more tantalizing.
Her leg sleeve looks beautiful under the lights.
Just as the song hits the chorus, and Jacoby Shaddix starts screaming the words, “Cause I’m reckless!
I’m a reckless son of a bitch!” Margeaux jumps onto the side of the stands and starts to climb up, driving the fans wild.
People reach out for her to touch their hands, give high-fives. She’s a fucking star.