Chapter Five
The next day Greg closed down the gym to the public and they had a huge party for Paul. All of the usual suspects were there and everyone had brought food. Poor Paul was still so sore that standing up was a struggle, but you still couldn’t tell it by looking at him. He’d taken a couple of the pain pills and gone to the party like the tough guy he was. It was fun watching him talk to everyone about the fight. His face was genuinely glowing with happiness. He finally had his life back. Mitch was out of it, Marie and Victor were safe and he was the champion that he deserved to be.
I was picking something that looked like mini-quiches and tasted like little bites of heaven off of Sam’s plate when I felt Paul’s arms go around my waist from behind. The food was suddenly forgotten and I let my body meld back against his.
I turned my head to try and look at him and he kissed me.
That was enough for Sam. “Oh Geez. There’s a cot in the back, you two.”
Paul grinned, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Sam rolled his eyes and walked away as Paul spun me around to face him. I was prepared for him to come in for another kiss when I suddenly realized he’d frozen somewhere along the way. I opened my eyes and saw that he was staring at something over my shoulder and he didn’t look happy about it. I twisted my neck around and saw Marie and Justin standing over by the far wall and embroiled in what looked like an intimate, flirtatious conversation.
“What the hell is that about? How does she even know that guy?” The brother radar was suddenly activated.
“I introduced them last week,” I told him. “You should have seen them; it was like love at first sight.”
“Don’t say that!”
“Whoa, calm down. I was kidding about the love part. But the attraction was definitely instant and definitely mutual.”
“A man is not what she needs right now.”
I laughed, “And just who are you to decide that. How long has it been since your sister was comfortable enough with her life to go out on a date?”
Paul looked like he was thinking that over before he said, “Years. But still…Who is this guy anyways? I just started seeing him around recently…”
“He’s a nice guy. He runs marathons and he’s really good. He wins more than he loses. He’s a vegan; he takes really good care of himself. He doesn’t smoke or do drugs…he speaks highly of his family…”
“You sound like you want to date him,” he said.
“I did make him sound like quite the catch, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you kind of did. As a matter of fact, maybe I want to date him.” I hit him in the arm and even before he winced I realized what I did.
“I’m sorry!”
He laughed and put that arm around me. “It’s fine. I barely felt it. So you think this guy is okay to date my sister?”
“I do,” I said. “You know how much I like Marie and Victor. I wouldn’t say that if I wasn’t really sure that he was a good guy.”
“Fine. I’ll try to keep an open mind.”
A while later while I was joking with Mark I noticed Paul had gone over and was talking to Justin. The conversation seemed friendly but I’d be willing to bet that Paul was listing out the “Rules for dating my sister.” Justin was a good enough sport though that I was sure he wouldn’t take offense.
After everyone ate, Greg and Sam and Jeff and some of the other fighters that we trained at the gym toasted…or more like “roasted” Paul. They told funny stories about things that he said or did over the time they had known him and everyone laughed.
It was a good time, but when Paul put his mouth close to my ear again and said, “Hey sexy, are you ready to get out of here?” I couldn’t say “Yes” fast enough.
Paul drove and when I realized we weren’t going towards either of our apartments I said, “Are you kidnapping me?”
He wiggled his eyebrows and said, “I was thinking about it.”
“Is it still considered kidnapping if I’m willing?”
“I don’t think so,” he said, “But I also plan to do things to you.”
I felt a tingle in the lower part of my abdomen. It had been a while since either of us had been healthy enough to “do things.” “What kind of things?”
“Things I can’t even talk about. There aren’t any words for them…only feelings.”
The tingle turned into a rush of wetness as we drove into the small lot alongside the arena where his fight had been the night before. “What are we doing here?” I asked him.
“Things,” he said with a grin. He got out of the car and came over and opened my door. “You’re my captive, remember? You have to do what I say.”
“Okay, but if you’re planning on breaking into this place, and we get caught, I revert right back into a victim.”
“Coward,” he said, taking my hand. He led me towards the side entrance, stopping at a thin door that had a sign that said, “Custodial Staff” on it. He knocked and it was opened by a small man with dark hair and a mustache.
“There’s the champ!” he said, clasping his hands on either side of Paul’s face. He noticed me then and said, “Hello young lady.”
“Hi.”
“Mario, this is Jessie. Jessie, Mario. He’s our link to this place so you don’t have to worry about the SWAT team busting in on us.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jessie,” Mario said.
“Thank you. It’s good to meet you too.”
I watched as Mario put a silver key into Paul’s hand and said, “Just be gone before Sadie gets here at six. She’s a grouch. Drop the key in the mail slot before you go.”
“Thanks Mario,” Paul told him. He took my hand again and we went over to the big side door. Paul opened it and we stepped inside. It was pitch black inside and the air smelled like left over stale sweat from the night before. Paul flipped a switch on the wall behind us and the lights came on. The place looked a lot bigger without all the bodies crammed into it. The smell was still lingering, but everything looked shiny and clean. He led me over to the octagon and opened it up. “After you,” he said. I stepped inside and he stepped in after me.
I looked around and said, “I’m not sure this is the best place to be with the champion. You might have a flashback or something and want to defend your title.”
He used his body to press me up against the side of it and said, “That’s why I brought you here. I wanted to teach you a few moves.”
“Wow, I’m honored.”
“You should be,” he said, “I am the champion after all.”
I twisted out of his grip and lifted my leg, tapping him on the butt with it. “Take that, “champion.”
“Oh that’s how you want it to be, huh?” he said with a grin. “Put those fists up; let’s see what you’ve got.” I put them up and he put up his and we danced around, throwing fake punches at each other until he finally grabbed my arm as I threw one and pulled me up against his chest. With his mouth inches from mine he said, “Admit that I’m the champion.”
I giggled and said, “Do I get rewarded for being a good girl if I do?”
He moved his hips slightly and I felt his erection press up against my stomach. “I was hoping more for the bad girl,” he said before he brought his lips crashing down onto mine.
When we came up for air I told him, “You were amazing yesterday, just in case I forgot to tell you.”
“I’ve been inspired lately,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly before leaning down and kissing me passionately once more. I ran my tongue across his full, sexy lips and when I got to the split in the corner he winced.
“Damn! I’m sorry, I forgot.”
“It’s a beautiful kind of pain,” he said. He put his lips on mine again and as his tongue slipped back into my mouth; his hands ran down my back and cupped my ass. He squeezed and massaged it as his tongue explored all the caverns of my mouth. He began to move it in and out, slowly and as he did, I sucked on it. I felt him moan against my lips and he used his hands on my cheeks to pull my pelvis in tightly against his. I could feel his erection straining to get out and I couldn’t wait to set it free.
I slid my hands up inside the back of his t-shirt and ran my fingernails gently up his back as I slid his shirt off. My body was tingling with excitement as I felt his hot skin pressed up against me. I kissed his chest and ran my tongue across the smooth hard muscle while my fingers continued to explore the muscles across his back and shoulders. I felt his hands on my skin underneath my shirt and my breasts spilled out against my shirt as he undid my bra.
He pulled it all off of me in one swoop and then pulled me back up against him. I shuddered when I felt my hard nipples against his hot skin. He brought his hands up and cupped my breasts while he slid his tongue back into my mouth. He began kneading them and rolling and pinching my nipples. I moaned into him and while he pinched and pulled on my nipples I moved my hands down and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I broke our kiss and pushed them down, taking his boxers with them. He slid a condom out of his pocket before I had them out of his reach. When I got them down as far as his lower calves he slipped out of his shoes and stepped out of them. The entire time, he had my breasts still held firmly in his hands.
I stood back up and took his hard cock in my hand. As I stroked it gently he leaned down and put his mouth back against my ear and said, “Having sex with a smokin’ hot babe in the octagon has always been a fantasy of mine.”
“Hmm, well then by all means, let’s take care of that fantasy right now.” I let my hand run down his shaft and between his legs, squeezing his balls gently. Then remembering his ribs I slid my hand gently up his side and said, “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Oh baby, I’ve never been more ready.” His voice was deep and husky and his cock was jerking against me. I wasn’t going to argue with any of that. I slid down to my knees on the mat underneath us and looking up into his eyes I caught the head of his cock between my lips and I heard him take in a sharp breath as I began to suck on it gently. I let him slide in a little deeper each time before letting it slide back out and starting over. I had my hand wrapped around the base of it and I continued to squeeze and stroke and massage his balls as I sucked, eventually taking it all it until the head of his engorged cock was throbbing in the back of my throat. He moaned loudly and wrapped his hands up in my hair. He started moving his hips more urgently, guiding my mouth with his hands in my hair as he did. I licked and sucked as he pumped his hips until he let out one last loud groan and in one swift motion he pulled me back up to my feet. He kissed me again and then taking my hand, he led me over to the corner of the cage. He kissed me again as he unbuttoned my jeans and then he slid his lips down and let them find one of my swollen nipples as he pushed them and my panties down. When he got them down as far as he could reach, I wiggled out of them so that he didn’t have to stop what he was doing. After I stepped out of them he moved his mouth over to the other one and used his tongue to lick and rub and press against it. I felt the wetness begin to ooze slowly down between my thighs. I suddenly felt his fingers stroking the tops of my thighs, playing softly in the silky wetness there. He brushed his hand softly against my pussy as he did, causing me to bite down on my own lip to keep from crying out.
He pressed me up against the cold metal support beam and I did let out a little cry of surprise. “Sorry,” he said with another sexy grin.
“Don’t be,” I told him. “I’m so fucking turned on right now.”
I felt him still smiling as he covered my mouth with his and let his fingers move up from my thighs and stroke the outer lips of my pussy. “Mmm! You’re so wet, baby.”
“You do that to me,” I told him in a breathless voice. I felt him shift his body and he kissed me hard and passionately as his fingers magically rolled the condom over his sweet cock. Then suddenly his wet fingers were back on one of my breasts and the head of his cock was pressing against my wet opening. He pinched my nipple with his thumb and forefinger and pulled his head back so he could look into my eyes as he thrust himself all the way inside of me. I cried out again, this time in pleasure and not surprise. I clung tightly to his shoulders and arched my back as he pumped in and out of me. He was still twisting and pulling on my nipples and it all felt so good that I actually began to feel dizzy. My fingernails were digging into his broad shoulders and my lips found his neck and sucked the supple flesh there in between my teeth.
“Oh fuck baby! You feel so good,” he growled. He was moving fast, thrusting hard, and slamming his body into mine. I wondered about the pain but I was so consumed with pleasure and he seemed to be in the same place that I was, that I assumed the adrenaline and endorphins were taking care of it for him. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming out with pleasure each time his hips slammed into mine, pressing me up against the corner of the cage as he drove into me and we both took what we needed from each other.
I could feel myself nearing the edge. I clutched him tighter and moved my own hips faster as I told him, “Oh god, Paul. I’m coming baby! Oh fuck!” I groaned out loudly as my pussy muscles clenched down on his hard cock and the orgasm claimed me. I shook against him, clenching and unclenching and feeling my juice spill out over him. His cock became more slippery with each thrust until at last I felt him beginning to grow and swell and he began to plunge in even harder and deeper until he let out one long growl that sounded like it came from some kind of primal center deep inside of him.
I was still coming in aftershocks and he kept moving, as his cock emptied out, twisting and pulsating inside of me sending live shocks of electricity shooting through my veins.
”Fuck, Jessie!” He leaned his body into mine, pressing me further against the cage. He was still slowly moving his hips, gently moving his cock in and out of me as we both took our time coming down from our high. “You’re amazing.” he breathed out just before his cock slipped out of me.
“Mmm, you are,” I said. I giggled then.
“What’s so funny?” he asked. He had his forehead pressed to mine and I could feel the warmth of his breath. I loved it.
“I was just thinking, “I fucked a champion.”
He laughed, “You fucked him good too baby. Mmm! So good.” He slid his tongue out and ran it across my lips and said, “Guess what?”
“What?” I asked, finally feeling like my breath was finally under control.
“I found the cure for my pain…sex with you…the cure-all.”
“I’m so glad I could help,” I said.
He pulled his head back and looked at me seriously then as he said, “You know I won a lot of money the other night?”
“Yeah,” I said. I knew a lot of money was involved, but I had no idea how much “a lot” was in this case.
“I want to take you somewhere. I want us to go on a vacation together. You get to pick where…anywhere you want to go.”
“Well, not anywhere…”
He cupped my chin in his hand and tilted my face up towards his as he said, “Yes baby, anywhere. I brought so much drama into your life and instead of running the other way you faced it like a champ and helped me through it. I want to pay you back for all of that…so anywhere baby.”
Still joking…kind of, I said, “I have always wanted to go to Barcelona.”
“Then Barcelona it is,” he said. He kissed me again and the truth of the matter is I didn’t care if we ever went any further than right where we were at.