Chapter Four
Once we were in the back in a little room near the lockers, Paul kissed me again. This time when we came up for air he said, “I missed you.” Those simple three words…and the kiss melted the ice that had begun to gather around my heart.
“I missed you too!” We kissed again and he said, “I’m going to hit the shower really quickly. Will you go celebrate with me then?”
“Yeah, I’d love to.”
I went back out front and visited with my friends who had gathered outside talking. Debbie and Victoria were both giving me the “look.” It was the one that said as soon as we had a chance, they wanted to know what was going on with me and Paul. I felt like I couldn’t stop smiling. Either the electricity in the air had affected me as well, or it was just having Paul back. When he came out front he was dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans and he looked good enough to eat. He draped his arm across my shoulders as he said hello to everyone.
“Great job, man. Where the hell have you been though? We almost put out a missing person’s on you?” Greg was only half kidding. They had all been really worried.
“Thanks. I had some family stuff to tend to. It was last minute.”
“Glad to have you back,” Sam said. “That was…I’m speechless.”
Paul thanked him and then Greg said, “We’re headed to the Sport’s bar, are you two game?”
Paul looked at me and the look that passed between us said it all. He turned back to Greg and said, “Thanks man, but Jessie and I have some celebrating of our own to do.”
We got stopped at least six more times on our way to the parking lot and his truck by people who wanted autographs. When we were finally inside and alone he reached over and pulled me into him and kissed me again. “I missed you,” he said again.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I had to ask.
“I was getting Marie and Victor settled. I’m sorry. It’s just been a hell of a week. I almost skipped the fight but I refuse to let fear of that muscle headed ex-boyfriend of my sister’s ruin anything else in my life. This is my dream and I’m going after it.”
“I’m glad. Does Mitch know you’re back?”
“Yeah. I had some big guys that I know playing bouncers tonight…watching for him. I just talked to one of them; they had to throw him out early in the fight.”
“Oh wow. I didn’t even see him.”
“Good. I hope you never have to see the fucker again. What do you want to do tonight?”
“It’s your night. You pick.” He kissed me again and said, “I want to spend it with you.”
“My mother is at my apartment…”
“That’s okay,” he said, starting the pick-up. “I have a better idea.” He drove us downtown to an area where there were some really nice hotels. I was a little disappointed, I thought he was taking me to some crowded bar or club. Instead, we drove up in front of one of the nicer ones…a five star if I’m not mistaken. He grinned at me and jumped out, handing the keys to the valet. The other valet opened my door and Paul was there to help me out. He handed the valet a twenty and said, “We’ll be staying for the night.”
I stood silently, a little shocked as he got us a room and asked them to have a bottle of champagne brought up. He took my hand and led me to the elevator and once the door slid shut he pulled me in for a sweet, soft kiss. It was all lips and he was looking into my eyes the whole time. I was suddenly burning up.
We got off the elevator onto the fifth floor. The carpeting was so thick and soft that I was actually sinking down to it as he led me to our room. I looked around as he slid the key card in the door. There were Louis IV chairs and Persian rugs in the little sitting area and really nice, expensive looking vases sitting on the glass tables. I followed him into the room and when the door shut behind us he used his body to gently nudge my back up against the door. This time, he really kissed me. I parted my lips and he licked my top one before sliding his tongue in to meet mine. We languidly tasted each other as he ran his hand through my hair. I felt his fingers kneading my scalp gently and then sliding down to my neck. His other hand found mine and he held onto it as we kissed. I felt like I couldn’t breathe and I didn’t care if I died of asphyxiation right then and there.
He slid his hand from the back of my neck across my shoulders. I felt him massage them gently and then move it down along my back. His touch with me was such a sharp contrast to that guy I had just watched fighting in the octagon a little while ago. My head felt like it was going to explode as he kissed me passionately while caressing and kneading my back through my shirt. He found the bottom of it and ran his hand up underneath it. The skin to skin contact made me shudder. His hand found its way back up to my neck and I moaned against his mouth as he caressed me there. His other hand was on the move now, sliding slowly from my hand, up my arm and finally touching the side of my face softly before traveling back down. I reached up and took his face in my hands as we kissed, moving my arms further out of the way so he could have free reign to touch my body.
He let the hand on my back slide down until he found the top of my jeans. I felt his fingers slip just under the waistband and float across my ass. I arched into him because it felt so good. He used that motion to reach down inside the back of them with both of his hands and with a cheek firmly grasped in each one, he squeezed. I squealed just as there was a knock on the door that nearly startled me out of them.
Paul grinned at me and whispered, “It’s the champagne.” I moved away from the door still panting and gasping for air. Paul took a bill out of his pocket, opened the door and exchanged the tip for the champagne. He closed it and turned around holding a brass bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne in one hand and two crystal flutes in the other.
“Champagne?” he said. I nodded. I still could hardly breathe and my body was so hot all over I felt like I was about to burst into flames. He took the champagne over to a little table and popped the cork. It hit the ceiling and came back down, striking the top of the table as champagne bubbled out of the top of the gold bottle. He poured two flutes and then sat down in one of the big chairs next to the little table. He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me down into his lap. He handed me a glass and he picked one up. Holding his up, he said, “To us.”
I smiled and toasted with him. The champagne was sweet and smooth and it felt good sliding down my hot throat. After I swallowed it I said, “Is there an us, Paul?”
He looked at me seriously and said, “I’d like for there to be.”
“Will you be able to spend some real time with me now that your sister and Victor are safe?”
“Yes, definitely. I mean we’ll still have to watch out for Mitch. I don’t think the asshole is going away any time soon…but if you’re up for that?”
“I’m up for it,” I told him, honestly. He drained his glass, sat it down and then scooped my butt up in both hands and pulled me in tighter. I dropped my legs on either side so I was straddling him, drained my own glass and leaned in for another kiss. I sat my glass down on the table over his shoulder as my tongue tasted the champagne on his and reveled in the way his hands were caressing my ass. After a few minutes of that I felt the muscles in his thighs flex as he held onto mine and stood up. He pressed his face into my neck underneath my hair and gave me goose bumps as he kissed and nibbled there while he carried me over to the bed. He laid me down and I swear I sunk into it. It was the softest bed I’d ever lain on. I reached up and pulled at his shirt. Taking the hint, he pulled it off. I ran my fingers over the hard defined muscles of his stomach and chest as he leaned over me. My panties were already wet, now they were drenched. I sat up a little and he helped me off with mine. He just stood there for a second looking down at me with hungry eyes before he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Then taking them from the bottom of each leg as I lifted my butt up off the bed, he pulled them off and tossed them onto the pile in the floor next to him. I reached back and unhooked my bra while he slipped out of his own jeans. He had a monster bulge in his shorts that looked like it was aching to be set free. I sat up to help and as I pushed them down he reached down and found my nipples with his fingers. I groaned out loud as he began to twist and pull on them. Once his shorts were out of the way, I grabbed a handful of his erection. I began to stroke his beautiful, perfect, hard cock and playfully explore the space between his legs with my other hand. The whole time I watched his face. He had his eyes closed and the look on his face was pure ecstasy. I slid my hand gently across his full balls and waited for him to open his eyes back up. As soon as he did, I looked into them with mine and guided his cock into my mouth.
“Fuuuck!” he moaned.
My lips slid down his shaft and I’m not sure if they were on fire or if it was his cock, but something was definitely hot. I worked the underside of it with my tongue as I sucked it into and out of my mouth. Paul had his hands wrapped up in my hair and he was moving his hips as I worked my mouth back and forth and continued caressing his balls and the inner parts of his thighs.
He closed his eyes again and groaned my name out in a husky voice. I tipped my head back and took it in until it landed in the back of my throat and then I held it there for a few seconds, letting my throat muscles work across it until he cried out, “Oh fuck, Jessie! Oh God, baby! Please stop…Oh shit!”
I stopped and slowly let him out of my mouth, taking him back in my hand as I smiled up at him. He shook his head like he was trying to believe something and then he reached down and ran his hand through my hair and dragged his fingers softly and so fucking erotically across my lips.
“So sexy,” he whispered, sending a chill down my spine.
He pushed me back then, not quite as gently as he’d been touching me so far. This touch was more hurried…urgent. He lifted me then and laid me down in the center of the bed. Lying down next to me he found my breasts and began to caress them. He kneaded the warm flesh; avoiding the nipples and making me squirm. He leaned in and covered my mouth with his again, kissing me hungrily, sucking my lips in between his teeth until I was aching so badly for him I could hardly stand it. He kissed down the side of my neck, running his tongue up and down the supple flesh there occasionally nibbling across it and down to my shoulder. I had my hands on his back, lightly scratching his flesh with the tips of my fingernails. Every so often I would reach down and find the hard cock that was pressed into my hip and give it a stroke. I loved feeling him shudder against me as I did.
I felt his hands running down further across my body. He slid them across my stomach and down to my mound. I lifted my hips up and when my breasts were suspended in the air, he finally took one of them his mouth. I cried out as I felt his hand begin rubbing my mound while he simultaneously sucked on my nipples. He moved across to the other one and began to flick it with his tongue. I was moving against his hand, urging him to go further. I needed to feel him touch my clit. If he didn’t do it soon, I might scream. He brought his other hand up and pinched and pulled on one nipple as he sucked on the other.
“Oh God, Paul!” I breathed out as he continued his expert assault of my body. He began licking me, stopping to leave a kiss every inch or so, licking the underside of my breasts and causing my whole body to convulse. His hot tongue licked down to my belly button and after torturing me there for a few seconds, he continued on down to the top of my mound. As he moved his sexy face down between my legs I reached behind me and found the pillows. I propped my head up so that I could watch him. I didn’t want to miss a thing, he was so fucking sexy.
I watched as he slid his hands underneath my ass and pulled my panties off. Then sliding one hand under me again, he lifted me up to meet his lips. He used his tongue to trace my folds gently at first and then he actually sucked one of my outer lips into his mouth. I had to turn my face and bite down on the pillow then to keep from screaming. When he released that one and did the same to the other a cry did escape my lips. I was moving my hips, wanting more but he continued to sweetly lick me around my upper thighs and the outside of my pussy until I finally took the back of his head in my hands and pushed him into me. He finally took my clit in between my lips and began to lick it. I was squirming and moaning until he bit down on it. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was crazy erotic enough to almost send me hurtling through the roof. I cried out again, hoping that the walls were thick enough that the neighbors weren’t getting an earful.
He delved into my pussy with his tongue then, running it all over and giving my clit a lick each time he moved up or down or across. I was bucking my hips when suddenly I felt his tongue against my clit again and a finger at my entrance. I pushed down with my hips so he would enter me and when he did I experienced a full-body shudder that almost felt like a seizure. I was moaning and mewling as he slipped in another finger and began to work them in and out while never taking the pressure off of my clit with his tongue. I swear to God, I thought I was going to die. I had never experienced anything that felt that good before and unless it was this man, doing this very thing, I doubted that I would again. I was on the verge…I felt like I was dangling over the edge of the cliff and the tsunami of an orgasm was just about to knock me over when he stopped. I moaned, loudly. He looked up at me with a grin and then with one long, slow, final lick he moved his head up again and began to crawl up my body. He paused just long enough to slide on the condom that I hadn’t even noticed him taking out of the wrapper and then he kissed me hard on the lips. I licked my own juices off of him, loving the way they tasted on him. While I was doing that, he was lining his body up so that the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. I clenched my teeth and drew in a sharp breath as he pushed into me gently. I lay still, as much as I wanted to bear down and force him to move the rest of himself inside of me. He teased me, pushing halfway in and then pulling back out, sliding the head in and taking it out. I took it as long as I could before finally grabbing his ass in both of my hands and driving him into me. He moaned that time and I felt his hard erection slide across my swollen clit as he moved it in and out of me. He started out slow, increasing his pace as he went along with me prodding him slowly from behind. I was ready to come again. I started thrusting my hips up faster, taking him in deeper. I felt the muscles in my pussy clench tight…just as he pulled out of me again. I growled that time. “You’re killing me!”
I felt him smile against my skin. He was already headed back down between my legs and I felt like I was going to cry…right up until I felt him cover my clit with his mouth. He began licking it again, hard and fast. I was making noises that even I didn’t recognize and I swear it would have felt so fucking good to just scream at the top of my lungs.
“Oh God Paul, stop baby! Fuck me, please! I need you back inside of me.” I was surprised I had the air to get all that out. He didn’t make me ask again thank God. He moved back up and buried his cock deep inside of me. This time he fucked me hard. Our bodies slapped against each other with each one of his thrusts. I was groping his ass again and moaning and mewling against the side of his face when suddenly I couldn’t take it one more second. Even if he pulled out this time, I was going to cum.
"Oh Paul…oh damn! Oh fuck!”
He began pumping even harder, and then suddenly while he was buried as deep inside of me as he would go I had the most incredibly powerful orgasm of my life. In the middle of it, I felt all of his muscles go rigid and the hard cock inside of me swell and grow harder. I swear I had just died and this was what heaven felt like.
I felt him move over to the side and when he slid out of me I shivered violently. I body suddenly felt like it was missing a part of itself. He reached down and deftly swept off the condom and then hung over the side of the bed to deposit it in the trash can there. He lay back down on his back and reached over to pull me up on his hard chest. I laid quietly, feeling and listening to the constant beating of his heart against my own. My hair was a tangled mess and I was covered with sweat.
He kissed me on the side of my face and said, “You’re beautiful.” I shuddered again.