by Nikki Wild
“I want to thank you for bringing me with you. I know it’s not something you would normally do.”
“Don’t worry about what I would normally do. All that matters is that you’re coming with me. I’m gonna make sure you have plenty of time to relax. You’ll experience more on this trip than you have in your entire life.”
I let my hands slip under his shirt. His skin was taut over his rippling muscles.
“Is this office… private?”
“Yeah, it’s private. But let me go make the rest of the gym private because I don’t want you to feel self-conscious about your screaming.”
He lifted me off of him and set me down on the desk. His shorts poked out in a tent and I wondered if he was going to doing anything about it before going out front.
It didn’t seem to bother him.
Less than a minute later he was back with the good news.
“All clear,” he said. “Everybody’s out and the door is locked.”
“Even the girls who hang around by the front entrance?”
“They were the first to go. I made sure to slam the door extra hard when they started to complain.”
I tugged his shirt over his head to reveal his incredible form.
“You’re in a hurry today, aren’t you?”
“I need to feel you inside of me.”
“Kick your shoes off and come here.”
I did as I was told, letting him catch me in an embrace at the edge of the desk.
“I think I’m starting to get attached,” I whispered.
“Good. Because I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
My fingers traced over his defined chest while he went at my neck.
“Don’t be gentle,” I whispered.
It was all he needed to turn into a wild animal.
Luke tore at my blouse as I worked nimbly to undo the buttons. I was able to slip it off my shoulders just before he ripped it to shreds.
I reached into his shorts and took hold of his yearning tool. I stroked him eagerly as he shoved a hand down the backside of my skirt and played with my pussy.
Luke slipped one finger into my slickened slit. I felt the blood surge in his cock the second his fingers found their mark.
“Fuck me. Right now,” I pleaded.
He withdrew his hand from between my legs, placing it on the desktop.
“You asked for it,” he said, with a devilish grin.
I felt like nothing could stop me when I was with him
Luke didn’t even bother to undo the hook on my bra, instead pulling it down to my midsection. With forceful hands he spun me away from him and shoved me over the desk.
“I like it,” I groaned through pursed lips.
He yanked my skirt up over my hips and tugged my underwear down to my knees. I waited there, precariously perched over his desk as I listened to his shorts hit the floor.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh at the top of my butt as his raging cock bounced between us. He let it slap down a couple of times against me before grabbing hold and manipulating it against my lips.
He ran the length of my folds with the head, teasing me into near submission. I tried to push back into him but he moved away. letting my wiggling backside chase him.
He took a fistful of my hair with one hand and pinned me to the desk with the other. When he lined himself and entered without using anything to guide his member, my knees buckled inward so hard I almost face planted.
Luke moved against me expertly. I could feel every inch as it slid in and rubbed against my spot. He increased the intensity slowly but relentlessly.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh…”
We created a perfect friction between our parts.
“Ungh, ahh, ahh…”
My moans grew in both volume and quantity as he fucked me harder and harder.
“Oh my gawwww…” I bawled.
He finished me off with a rhythm of powerful thrusts that almost sent me right through the desk.
I came first. My body didn’t know what to do. I tried to scoot free of his weight to let the wave wash over me, but he held firmly.
Luke pounded harder, causing the bursts of pleasure going on inside of me to amplify.
My drenched pussy could hardly contain him as he came to orgasm. He popped free and held himself against one of my butt cheeks as he shot his hot load against my back.
I dripped with satisfaction as he collapsed on top of me.
“That was incredible,” I said, in between pants for air.
“You’re incredible. I thought I was going to break you.”
He slipped an arm around my waist and held on tightly. His hard body felt nice against my soft butt.
“What now?” I asked.
“Now, we shower.”
He got to his feet and lifted me high above his head and over his shoulder, just like he had the other night. I pulled my skirt the rest of the way over my head and was able to kick my underwear off of my foot before he could get me beneath the water.
I tensed as a cold stream hit him in the chest and splashed against my side. I let him lower me down just as it started to warm.
We spent the next twenty minutes washing each other with hot soapy water. It was the first time I’d been able to really take my time with his body. I tried to get to know every bit of him.
Freshly showered, we made our way back toward the locker room. He wrapped me in an oversized towel, then fitted one around his own waist.
“I guess I should find my clothes,” I said coyly.
“Hang on, I have just the thing.”
He ran out front and came back with a set of women’s workout gear. A black shorts and tank top combination that actually fit my style. It was the right size, too.
“Where in the world did you get that?”
“Picked it up for you this morning. Now you can’t tell me you have nothing to wear when I ask you to go for a run with me.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’m running with you. I wouldn’t last five minutes.”
“I bet you would do better than you’re giving yourself credit for. Either way, try them on.”
“What, right now?”
“Yep. And right there. I want to watch.”
I took the tank top off the hanger and held it to my face. I loved the way new clothes smelled. I pulled it down over my head. It fit snugly.
“Perfect,” he said. “Now the bottoms.”
This man had just taken me on his desk, then showered with me, but for some reason I was still nervous to dress in front of him.
“The way you put clothes on is sexier than the way most women take them off.”
He knew just how to give my confidence a little boost.
I stepped into the black spandex jogging shorts and pulled them up over my butt. They felt good.
“You look like an athlete now,” he said. “I like it.”
“I hope so, if feels like I hardly have anything on at all.”
“That’s the point. It lets you be free in your movements. That’s important when you’re working out.”
It was my turn to watch him as he slipped into a pair of jeans and collared shirt that he had hanging on his door.
“My place or yours,” he asked.
“You have the time?”
“I’ll always have time.”
Twenty
Luke
I hurried through the house trying to gather all the stuff I’d need for the trip. My team handled the big stuff – the wardrobe, the swag, the training equipment.
I liked to travel light but there was a lot of shit to take care of in preparation for these press tours. I’d done a couple in the past, but none were this large in scale.
The most import part was the training equipment. Headgear, Thai pads, stuff like that was too hard to find and replace on the road so you had to make sure to bring it.
Then, you needed posters and headshots to sign for all the organizations that wanted to get a piece. Most of the
time is was for the non-profits to use in their fundraising auctions.
It was all a pain in the ass. But it was a necessary evil. And I couldn’t wait to see the look on Bria’s face when she experienced it. It would be a lot of lights and cameras and pushy journalists and it was set up to be a bit of a shock for her. For as much as she acted like she was uncomfortable by my fame I could tell there was a part of her that was excited by it.
I made one last sweep of the house then set the alarm. I grabbed my duffle bag and headed off to pick her up.
We had a commercial flight to Miami but from there on it was all private jets. The owner of the organization liked to make sure his top fighters went places in style and I wasn’t about to complain.
After Miami we were scheduled to go up the east coast. We would do an event in Boston and the New York before jumping on a plane to hit San Francisco and L.A.
The final stop was in Vegas. We’d hold the last press conference before the fight in the very hotel and casino where it would take place two weeks later.
I turned into the parking lot by Bria’s condo. She was waiting by the front door, bouncing on her toes.
She ran up to the car and hopped in.
“What’s up, darlin’. You look good today.”
“You too! This is gonna be SO awesome. I didn’t know what to do with myself this morning when I got up and remembered I didn’t have to go into work.”
“It’s the life for you now babe, wait until you see what I have in store for you.”
She looked so hot in her little outfit. I wanted drag her inside really quick and fuck her brains out. If we hadn’t been cutting it close with the flight already I would have done just that.
“Thanks for sending the service for my bags, too,” she said.
“Yeah, you look like a girl who packs a lot of clothes. I didn’t think everything would fit.”
She gave a quick look toward the back seat and told me I was right.
I stomped on the accelerator and cranked the wheel. She squealed along with my tires as we rocketed toward the airport.
When we pulled up at the passenger pick up/drop off lane I had to pry her hands off my junk. She started working me through my pants somewhere along the expressway. I was convinced she was trying to make us crash.
“Not here, tiger. Remember, this car sits low to the ground. People can see us.”
She gave a shy smile and slid out of the car.
“I know what I’m doing.”
“I bet you do,” I said.
“Wait to see what happens when we get on that plane.”
Twenty-One
Bria
I had never made it through airport security so fast in my entire life. It was like the rules didn’t even apply to us. Me, Luke, and his entire entourage passed through without any hassle at all. We were ushered through a special line as soon as we arrived. The TSA agents seemed more interested in trying to get a picture than anything else.
The public relations lady who had been waiting at the curb led us to a restricted room right near our gate. It was the type of place I’d always suspected of existing. A quiet area, that is, where celebrities and other high-profile people were allowed to relax and wait for their flight without the stress of over-eager fans.
“Luke, this is… I haven’t experienced anything quite like this. It’s interesting to see how the other half lives,” I said.
“This,” he said, “is nothing.” A hypnotizing little smirk played at the corners of his mouth. My palms started to sweat just from the look.
“You’re going to have more fun over the next two weeks than you are ready for.”
“Than I’m ready for? I don’t know quite how to take that.”
He gazed down at me with a confidence that even he couldn’t seem to contain. A passing fan from inside the terminal saw him through the cracked door and shouted his name. His eyes never left mine.
“Bria…”
Luke’s voice trailed off as he let the smirk come to its full form.
A woman in the back corner of the room was staring at us impatiently — probably one of the superfluous hangers on who needed to validate their existence by getting some time with him.
“Excuse me, Mr. Greer,” she started.
“Just a minute,” Luke’s strong voice cut her off. I could sense her shrivel further into the corner. His attention stayed focused on me.
“I just want you to think about one thing on this trip. I want you to figure out if this life is what you want. If you can handle the fans… the media… the pushy fucking trip planners,” he said with a nod back toward the lady he’d just shut down. “I think we can have a great time together...”
He didn’t wait for an answer. I stood there with my mouth slightly agape as he turned and went to deal with whatever she needed.
What did he mean ‘if this is the life you want’?
It was the closest he’d ever come to mentioning any sort of commitment. I knew he was into me but in the back of my mind I always assumed it would fade. Guys like him didn’t just fall into relationships. To be fair, I couldn’t really say I’d ever met anyone like him. It was a stereotype, I guess, but he seemed to break the mold.
We were allowed to board the plane first. Everything about this was a breath of fresh air compared to my nightmare flying in and out of Ohio.
The flight attendant brought us hot towels and took our drink orders before the rest of the passengers were even finished seating.
Occasionally, someone would recognize Luke as they walked down the aisle toward their seat.
“Go get ‘em, Luke!” or “Big fan!” seemed to be the most common greeting. One guy even stopped traffic to take a selfie with him.
Luke handled it graciously for the most part. I could see, though, that interacting with fans wasn’t his favorite thing.
“Cost of doing business,” he whispered through pursed lips.
“You’re a good sport,” I laughed. “And you’re pretty good at faking a smile.”
The flight attendant returned with our drinks shortly before takeoff. The murmur amongst the other passengers was beginning to quiet as they settled into their routines. The notion that a celebrity was on board caused a bit of a ruckus at first. People whispered to each other and craned their necks to catch a glimpse of him.
“He’s a fighter?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve heard of him.”
“I think he’s the champ.”
And so on.
But people’s attention spans are short and before long they seemed to get over it. I took a sip of my cranberry vodka.
“Bit early for a drink, isn’t it? Especially for a lawyer.”
Luke was swilling a small cup of ice water in his fingers. He always had water with him.
“Paralegal,” I corrected. “And you obviously don’t know too many lawyers.”
I lifted the armrest that separated us and scooted closer to him.
“Besides, you told me to relax on this trip, didn’t you?”
“Hey, it was only a question,” he said, raising his hands in front of him. “I don’t want to get on your bad side when your sober, let alone drunk.”
“Shut up,” I said, nudging my way under his arm.
The plane took off right on schedule. As we gained altitude, gravity pulled me closer to him. The fresh scent of his recently showered body drove me wild. He smelled like soap with a hint of mint leaf. There was also a bit of a fragrance from the oil he’d been rubbing into his new beard. It was something woodsy and it blended perfectly with the rest of him.
I couldn’t stand to keep my hands to myself any longer.
I pulled the blanket from the small compartment in front of me and threw it over our laps. Luke absentmindedly pushed it off of him as he read something on his phone. When I tossed it back over him he seemed to catch my drift.
My hand slid up his knee and found his waiting tool half way up his thigh.
I was still rubbing hi
m through his pants when the flight attendant came back to check on us.
“Can I get you two anything else?”
“No, we’re fine.”
I cupped his balls and I thought I heard his voice waver.
“Are you sure? Maybe I can bring you another drink, miss.”
“Sure, I’ll have another one,” I said. Luke’s cock was like a steel beam beneath his pants.
“Hey, when are we allowed to get up. To, you know, use the bathroom,” he said.
“The captain should be turning off the fasten seatbelt sign any time now,” she replied.
“Great. Thank you.”
A bead of sweat formed above his brow. He was trying desperately not to move around in his seat.
I tugged the zipper of his jeans down and worked my hand inside.
“So, I heard a rumor that you were some kind of professional boxer or something. Is that true?”
She would NOT leave. I couldn’t pass on the opportunity to amuse myself.
“Uh, yeah, something like that,” Luke said, uncomfortably.
He was full and strong in my hand. I stroked him slowly under the cover of the blanket.
“Well, this might be unprofessional but I’d like to take a picture with you.”
“Okay, sure, as soon as we land-”
“Great!” She whipped her phone from her back pocket and started fiddling with it.
When she looked away I reached up to lick Luke’s ear. He squirmed and I settled back into my position before she turned back to face us. I tightened my grip and increased the speed.
“Here we go,” she said, kneeling in the aisle and leaning in close.
“Here we go,” I whispered under my breath.
Luke gave me quick glance as if to say ‘you’re gonna pay for this’ then looked back just in time to see the camera flash.
“Say cheese!”
“Got it? Good. And please don’t forget my girlfriend wanted another vodka cranberry.”
“Sure! I’ll be right back with that.”
Apparently satisfied, she skipped down the aisle and behind the heavy curtain.
“You have to be out of your mind. You know how close you had me to shooting a load right in the middle of that picture? I don’t even want to know what my face looked like.”
