Hold Her Close

Without giving too many details to Jeremy, I made it so the post-fight press conference is delayed by a half-hour. It isn’t much time, but this isn’t about long and slow. This is about raw and hard and fast.

I smirk up at my fiancé, very intentionally turning and walking away as he watches. Let him wonder where I’m going. Let him get curious.

Under my clothes I’m wearing strappy black lingerie—the kind that doesn’t cover anything and leaves everything accessible. It is for looks alone.

As soon as I hit the locker room, I start to strip. I’m not going to waste precious time with him getting my clothes off. I want him inside me as fast as possible. I’ve been imagining this for months.

I lean against the lockers, waiting, and I don’t have to wait long. The door opens and shuts, and Jon strides in. It takes a moment for him to see me, and in that moment I get a gorgeous eyeful. No shirt, he’s covered in sweat and flushed with victory, his shorts hang low on his hips. My eyes follow the cut lines of his hipbones down beneath his waistband.

That’s what I want.

“Hey,” I say.

He startles, and then does a double take when he sees me standing there in nothing but black lines and lace. I watch his eyes go dark. “You planned this?”

“I had Jeremy push the press conference thirty minutes.”

“Does he know why?”

I bite my lip and shake my head. “I didn’t tell him.”

Jon strides toward me, hands landing on the lockers on either side of my head. “I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

Again, I shake my head. “I don’t want any.”

He bends to kiss my neck, nibbling kisses along my skin until he reaches the strap of my bra. “Really?”

“I just want you.”

Jon pushes his shorts down his hips and steps out of them, already hard, just like I’d hoped. He leans in to kiss me but I dodge his mouth by sinking to my knees in front of him. Before he can say a word, I take him in my mouth, and he rewards me with a groan so raw that it makes me wet.

He’s so thick that I’ll never be able to take all of him, even if I try—and over the last few months, I have tried. On the rare occasion that I wake up before him, I like to wake him up slowly. Rubbing my cheek against his cock, licking softly around the head, watching him grow harder and harder in his sleep until he can’t take it anymore, and pins me to the bed and takes me. This is no exception.

Jon loves my mouth, but he loves being inside me even more. I can count on one hand the number of times he’s finished between my lips. Looking up, our gazes lock and I can see that his eyes are filled with lust. His hand wraps in my hair, suddenly taking control, and I let him. This fantasy is both for him and for me.

I close my eyes, surrendering to the movement of his hips and his hold on me. Tonight I am his victory prize, and he can take me however he likes. He curses low under his breath, thrusting deep one more time before tearing himself out of my mouth.

He has me on my feet and off them again in a second, lifting me and pinning me against the lockers behind me. Cool metal sends shivers across my skin, and Jon curses again when he reaches between my legs and finds that he doesn’t have to push anything out of the way. I’m already open for him and soaking wet, and he takes advantage sinking deep into me with one thrust.

My cry echoes off the tiles of the locker room. I’m not ready and I’m so ready all at once. This is exactly how I wanted him when I imagined this. He’s practically glowing with his triumph, and that same unleashed power is what he uses on me.

We’ve fucked hard before, but it’s never felt like this. Jon slams into me deep and hard, rattling the lockers behind me and driving us both to moan. It’s a frenzy. Chasing pleasure like it’s the thing that’s going to keep us both alive. And at this point, I honestly think that it might be.

Fingers fall between us and he touches me, using my clit to drive me higher and faster. He knows exactly how to do it, having used every spare second that we have to memorize my body and the way that it responds to him. And it still does exactly like it did on the night that we first met. Somehow, he knows how to make my body sing.

Jon drives his cock home, and I fall into a shattering climax, not bothering to keep myself quiet. I scream for him, beg him to give me more, and he does, fucking me frantically until he finds his own release and joins me in pleasure.