Jason looked like he was about to bolt us out of here. However, he thumbed over the handlebar for some time. It was as if he was letting all the anger and tension out through some fort of ritual. Finally, he turned over to me and spoke. “I’m sorry about that, Jessica. I should have ignored those men and got you to safety. It’s just the things they said about you and Karen…”
I remembered hearing that his girlfriend had died of an overdose. “I understand it must have felt you had opened an old would.”
“I didn’t mean to lose control,” he sighed. “But no one deserves to have something like that said to them. Those racist assholes-“
I smiled at his sensitivity. “It’s alright, Jason. It was pretty impressive how you took them all down without even breaking a sweat.”
Jason shook his head in modesty. “They were as drunk as much as they were out of shape. I’ve seen ten year olds who fought better than them.”
“It was amazing to see you fight,” I praised. “I never thought I would ever hang out with a great guy like you. Those old high school friends of mine were jealous back at the Shot Glass.”
“Well, it’s been one wild night,” Jason replied. “I should take you home-“
“Actually, Jason,” I began, struggling to find the right words. “Could we go to your place?”
Jason raised an eyebrow. “My place?”
My gaze dropped to the road ahead of us. “I didn’t plan on retiring for the night so soon. I want to get you know you better…”
I had to admit that I was stunned at my words. I would never be so bold with such a request. This confidence was alien to me. I wasn’t used to talking so directly with a man when it didn’t involve science.
I had been a bit of a wallflower during my teenage years. I wasn’t pretty or well-connected like the popular girls in high school. Now, I felt like a real woman. I just prayed Jason didn’t refuse this request. It meant a lot for the MMA fighter to shower me with his attention. Yet, I desired something more intimate.
“Come on, let’s hit the road,” he answered, hitting the ignition. “We’ll go to my place.”
I broke into a grin which my helmet somewhat hid. “This is going to be fun.”
About twenty minutes later, I followed Jason into the elevator of his apartment complex. I felt somewhat relaxed with him next to me. I had always these big plans for the summer. Now, I just wanted to enjoy the moment with this handsome stud.
Once we got into his rather lavish apartment, I wondered what to do. I didn’t have much of an idea on what to do. Nevertheless, I wanted to payback Jason for protecting me.
“Jason, this place looks amazing,” I said, marveling at his style furnishings. “Beating up people for a living must pay well.”
“It’s not that big of a meal ticket at the local circuit,” he replied. “The promoters make most of the money. I’ve seen a lot of fighters, big time and small, end up going broke by spending more than they earned. They bought fast cars and partied when they should’ve been training. I didn’t want to end up like them. I decided to build a home… and maybe share it with someone if the day ever comes.”
I honestly didn’t know too much about Jason. The man was a bit of an enigma. However, I knew enough. He had suffered a great personal loss. I wanted to help him forget it for even the briefest of moments.
Still, I didn’t feel nervous. The whole encounter from our initial meeting and our nightclub date was orchestrated by my mother. Now, I wanted us to take ownership of our relationship.
We sat down and began to get know each other better. I learned that Jason had graduated last year with a master’s business and financing. I didn’t know why this surprised me since he came across as a very intelligent man. He had originally planned on starting his own gym one day but he wanted to take a break from fighting for now. I could tell the death of his friend had affected this decision.
I tried to dodge the delicate subject as to avoid reopening an old wound. However, the topic of Karen soon came up. It was simply unavoidable. “Jason, could we talk about Karen?”
Jason gave me a half-smile. “I knew this would come up sooner or later.”
“Sometimes, solving a problem was best done by facing it head on.”
He seemed impressed with my statement. “Is that a famous saying by a philosopher, Jessica?”
“No, it is how I study for my do-or-die midterms.”
He laughed. “Okay, Karen was my girlfriend. No, she was much more than that. I grew up with her.”
I leaned forward in interest. “Was she the girl next door?”
“No, even closer,” he answered. “Remember how I told you how a man named Sam raised me?”
I nodded. “He taught you how to fight.”
“Karen was Sam’s daughter,” he revealed. “At first, I thought of her as a sister. We got into the fights in the backseat of the car. I bought her ice-cream with my allowance. I fended off any boys from asking her on a date. After her father got sick and died, I took care of her. That’s when our relationship got more intimate.”
“You loved her.”
“More than that, I wanted to marry her,” he said, his stoic lips betraying a smile. “I wanted to spend the rest of the life with her. Karen always hated I followed in her father’s footsteps and became a fighter. For her sake, I was willing to stop fighting and pursue a degree in business for a regular job. I loved to fight… but if tearing out my heart meant I would win her heart, then it would be worth it.”
“What happened next?”
“I loved her… but she deserved better,” Jason answered, tears welling in his eyes. “She was smart, beautiful, and wanted to help people. She needed someone better than some dumb fighter who practically lived in his gym. Karen had a bright future ahead of her. I broke things off a year ago. She went abroad and I dived into the MMA scene. It was selfish of me but I just loved fighting too much.”
“You said she volunteered for Doctors without Borders.”
He paused for a moment before answering. “She wanted to be a doctor and help people. While still in college, she joined Doctors without Borders and fly to Africa and the Middle East. At first, I was scared to have her leave me, especially to such a dangerous place. But Karen was like her father. There was nothing stopping here when she put her mind to it.”
“It sounds like she was selfless.”
“However, being around so many sick people can be painful,” he continued. “When she came back, Karen felt depressed seeing so much pain. She felt she hadn’t done enough to help people. I didn’t suspect anything was wrong with her. Between college and preparing for MMA fights, there wasn’t enough time for me to be there for her. At the time, I was about to start negotiating a contract with the UFC.”
“Wait, you mean the Ultimate Fighting Championship? The one on television?”
He nodded. “My knockout wins attracted a lot of attention. This included the UFC and a lot of marketing companies looking for a strong leading man. Some were willing to offer me a five-year contract worth millions.”
“But you’re still on the local circuit. What happened?”
“With me focusing on my glory, Karen was sad and alone,” Jason said. “She was vulnerable and got in with the bad crowd. They got her hooked on drugs and made her steal morphine from the hospitals she volunteered at. However, it wasn’t enough for them. She needed more.”
“Oh my God!”
“One day, Karen came to me asking for money,” he continued, the tears following like rain. My eyes watered as well. “I didn’t think anything of it at the time. I was making more money than I knew what to do with. I thought everything was good and nothing could ever hurt me. I gave money to Karen after she told me she needed it for school. I was so blind to her pain. I didn’t see how much weight she had lost… or how the spark was gone from her eyes.”
I took him in for a hug. “I’m so sorry.”
“The next day, Karen died of a drug overdose,” Jason s
aid with a grim tone. “It was my fault. I may not have pulled the trigger… but I gave her the loaded gun. I was too focused on fighting and entering the big leagues that I lost track of the things that mattered. I promised Sam I would take care of her… and I failed.”
I kept holding him. “It’s okay, Jason. I’m there for you.”
Although I had feared it would cause him pain, Jason seemed to be happy about talking about Karen. We moved onto talk about the good times with her. She seemed like such a kind, intelligent woman who died well before her time.
He looked so very handsome as the pent up words and emotions poured out of him. His dark hair shone under the light like spun silk. His skin had glow to it as if he were lit by moonlight. At that moment, Jason had such an unearthly beauty.
“Thank you for talking with me, Jessica,” he said with a heartrending smile. “It’s getting late. I should get you home before your mother gets upset. I don’t want to end up giving up a few extra pints of blood during a checkup because I broke her daughter’s curfew.”
I didn’t plan on leaving just yet. “Actually, I’d like to stay longer. Could you show me your room?”
Jason smiled at my answer. He began leading me to his bedroom “Having you here is a nice change of pace. It beats watching UFC all the time with my gym buddies.”
“Jason, I really enjoyed being with you,” I said in all honesty. “I’d like to see you again in the future. I understand if you’re not interested since my mother pulled this on you-”
Jason didn’t answer. Instead, he made me sit down on the edge of his bed. Then, he began to take off his shirt. My eyes watched unblinkingly as his exposed flesh came into view.
His body was just too perfect. His muscles were sharp and defined with the overall look looking sleek and sculpted. He was as big as you can get while having bewildering speed and reflexes. I could even make out the outline of his considerably large manhood within the fabric of his jeans. He was just as aroused as I was.
Needless to say, I felt rush a blood to the inside of my legs. “Wow…”
“I’ve been so long without a woman,” he sighed, sitting down next to me. There was an animalistic desire in him that was kept in check by his other emotions. He was afraid to hurt me. In turn, he was afraid to get hurt. “It’s been months of nothing but pain. But you’ve stopped all of that…”
“Forget about the pain, Jason,” I replied, trying to steady him with a hand on his chest. “Focus on me, Jason. Let me inside… you don’t have to fight this time.”
The next minute was a blur.
He tugged at my shirt as I tried to get the jeans off of him. I managed to get it off of him as he stripped my torso of clothing. We had all of these emotions holed up in our bodies. It was like unwinding a toy car. For him, it must have been a championship fight won with love instead of violence.
We had taken the time to understand and know each other on a personal level before this physical encounter. I could sense a conflict within him. Jason was deciding if he could move on from the memory of Karen and enjoy the comfort of another woman or not. Yet, our mutual desire was much too strong for us to have any doubts.
He planted his lips on mine with same grace and intensity he had in his fighting. The kiss was primal and so fierce that it completely robbed my lungs of air. I had never been kissed like that before in my entire like. It was like he was sharing a part of his soul with me through supernatural act.
The kiss fueled our desire to rid ourselves of clothing. Unzipping the side of my skirt, he revealed my bare legs. My panties soon followed. The signs of my arousal were apparent upon the undergarment and I wasn’t one bit ashamed of it.
I returned the favor by opening the clasp of his jeans. Then, with a show of force, I violently yanked both jeans and boxers down his toned legs. Soon, Jason was as nude and beautiful as a classical Greek statue. As he had crafted his art, his art had crafted his body into a beautiful frame of muscle.
Freed from his boxers, his cock stood erect like a monument. I could tell he wasn’t even up to his full size. With my tongue, I licked my lips as if I was about to eat a five course meal. I hard rarely been the sexual aggressor but Jason was all too enticing for me.
The first thing I did was wrap my mouth around the blooming head of his cock. Then, I plunged his erection all the way down until my lips met the base of his crotch. His pubic hair rasped against my face and tickled my nose. Resisting the urge to sneeze, I got used to the feel of his shaft inside my mouth.
I looked up and smile the expression of arousal on Jason’s face. He seemed lost in the moment and barely moved. Releasing him from my mouth, my hand came up to hold his long, thick shaft. I began pumping him with short, powerful strokes as my mouth lavished his head. A groan of approval was all I needed to hear.
Jason felt primed to blow. I could tell he was an experienced lover who could hold his seed long enough to please any woman. However, time away from a woman’s touch had given his cock a hair trigger. His hands held the back of my head as I bobbed and sucked him. After a few minutes, I sensed his impending orgasm. The powerful muscles of his abdomen began to expand and contract.
That’s when he practically exploded.
The first load flew directly down my throat. I backed off just enough that only the head of his cock remained in my mouth. My hand frantically stroked him as if to coax every last drop out of him. He was a fire hose putting out a forest fire.
I was that fire which burned with red hot intensity and passion.
Wave after wave of hot come erupted out of him. I swallowed as much as I could and as quickly as I could. However, he built up a massive cache of his seed. Soon, it began pouring out of the corners of my mouth as Jason continued to spurt inside of me.
I moaned as he blasted away at me. My eyes were tearing up from the intensity of the situation. Eventually, his orgasm subsided and he fell onto his bed. All the while, he cradled my head with his hands. Only his light breathing betrayed the physical toll my fellatio had taken on him.
I made a loud smacking sound when I let go of his cock. Getting up, I sat down next to him as I caught my breath and cleared my mouth. “I guess I should have expected that. Hell, I’m wet from just sucking you.”
Regaining his composure, Jason smiled at me and palmed my breast with his hand. “I should return the favor. How about round two?”
I returned his smile and lied on my back. A groan escaped my lips when he squeezed the flesh of my breasts. His fingertips pressed against my erect nipples. “If that’s what you want...”
“I do.”
He punctuated that statement with a kiss. His tongue speared past my lips. I moaned happily and kissed him with matching fervor. Breaking the kiss, Jason parted my legs and repositioned himself between my spread knees. I felt his nose brush against my throbbing clit.
For a moment, I was taken aback by the situation. During our date, I had always fantasized about the two of us pleasing each other as best we could. I’m sure any red-blooded woman would have done the same. Hell, I’d even imagine having sex with him in a variety of acrobatic positions. Nevertheless, I didn’t fantasize much about being the recipient of a skilled act of cunnilingus.
And Jason was incredibly skilled.
It didn’t feel like he hadn’t been with a woman for months. His tongue was making up for lost time. My lover practically spelled out the entire alphabet with the tip of his tongue. The slow teasing was pushing all my right buttons. For all my squirming, it wasn’t until he began forcefully probing my pussy that my quiet girlish whimpers became loud, womanly moans.
Suddenly, Jason pushed my legs back until my knees touched my breasts. With my ass exposed, I felt his tongue trailed down to the area between my slit and rosebud before going all the way up to my throbbing clit. We hadn’t even fucked yet and I was going insane from just this. The man was putting all his skills on the table and it showed.
I quivered and shook until I came. I unleashed my nectar ont
o Jason’s face as his tongue trailed the entire length of my slit. My legs shot out and hooked around his neck. I was a noose pulling him in closer as I thrashed about in bed like a mental patient.
Another orgasm overtook me. “Ah! Oh, God!”
We became a heap of limbs and naked flesh. Jason moved my body so that I pinned him down on the mattress. With my hands placed on his shoulders, I swung my breasts low above his mouth. “Okay, you win this one. How about round three?”
Jason gave his approval through a series of soft kisses upon my breasts. In response, my hand reached down to his cock. He elevated it to a vertical position. Between his kisses and my anticipation, I was nearly trembling in excitement. It felt like an eternity for both of us.
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