Coming back after his match the big blond was all fired up, I caught his eye as he came back through the curtain. The slight motion of his head as he glanced at his locker room was immediately understood, I nodded and handed him a towel and water then headed back to the locker room. Reaching up under my skirt I quickly removed my panties knowing they were going to get ripped off in the heat of the moment if I didn't.
As soon as Jon came back from the interview he was giving he was going to be wild. He'd just earned a chance to go after the intercontinental belt at the pay per view Sunday. He was going to be bouncing off the walls and I was the one that was supposed to settle him down. I'd been his assistant for six months and for the past three months things had been very personal between us. The door in the outer area swung open, Jon came in, bouncing on his feet impatiently waiting so he could lock it. Once the door was locked he came around to where I was, his belt undone and undoing his jeans.
"Great match!" I smiled as big arms surrounded my waist and I felt that wicked tongue trace from my shoulder up my neck before a suction kiss briefly hit a hot spot on my neck.
"Thank you. Sorry, can't wait this time." He murmured as he reached to free himself as I pulled the back of my skirt up and tucked it in my waistband then grabbed the edge of the sink. The big man behind me moaned softly as his unleashed thickness brushed my body. Just knowing that he wanted me from the signal out in the hall I was wet and ready for him, he could get to me so fast and damn it he knew it too! Always he checked to see if I was ready.
I felt his throbbing cock eager against my backside as he reached around me again, long fingers slid between my wet folds. Kissing my neck, chuckling he teased me briefly, checked to see how ready I was for him. Rubbing my sensitive areas rousing me more, helping my body feel good.
"That's my baby, always ready for me." Jon pulled his hand back, positioned himself and slid in deep. Both of us moaned as his thick girth filled me. "F**k you feel so damned good!" Whispering in my ear he licked around my lobe making me shiver as he sucked it into his mouth briefly as his hips flexed. "I swear when I'm buried in your pussy, holding you tight, this is sheer heaven." The moaning ginger blond began to pump hard into me. He wasn't the only one feeling good! The man holding me, f**king me hard, was my dream come true.
Soft moans filled my ears, soft whispers as a big hand slid up my top and landed on my breast. Caressing gently, teasing my nipple until it was stiff then rolling at it and plucking as he nibbled his way down my neck. Hanging on tight to the sink as the sound of skin slapping filled the air. Jon was crazy about us doing it doggy style and rarely let an opportunity pass. Actually, any time he could get a piece of me he went for it. I was clueless as to why he was crazy about my body, I sure didn't think I was that special, in any way. God knows there were tons of women that threw themselves at him. Since the day I began working with him though, he didn't touch anybody else.
Hearing the escalating excitement in his noises as he pounded wildly, then the feeling of his body beginning to tense up as he began to climax.
"Oh God baby! Cumming!" I felt him bite down on my long braid to keep himself from yelling out. Several more hard thrusts, and he slowly relaxed. With a soft groan then a sigh as he released my braid. Jon rested his sweaty face on my shoulder. I heard him softly thank me as I was turning my head to kiss his cheek. That long wicked tongue of his snaked out to invade my mouth, turning a little, I delighted in the deep kiss he began. Stroking his cheek as he still held me tight until he was calm enough to go shower, he slowly pulled away, kissed my lips, nuzzled my neck and with a nip pulled back to go strip for his shower.
Tidying myself up, putting my clothes and hair back in order I watched my beautiful boss moving in the hot spray of water, his body flexing, water rolling of the sculpted muscles as the lather of the sexy smelling body wash made me feel desire for him all over again. I looked around the locker room and made sure all Jon's things were by his bags save the clothing he had just shed. Grabbing them and dropping them into a laundry bag I set out the remaining clean clothes for him to choose what he was going to wear for our flight back to Las Vegas and his home.
Watching Jon scrub himself dry with a towel I thought what a lucky woman I was to see this man day in and day out. Granted it was tough to see him the morning after a wild match. After 6 months I still often felt like a fan girl at times. Not bothering to wrap a towel around himself as he approached Jon looked into my face and pulled me up against his big body, a gentle kiss grazed my forehead
"Are you okay baby?" His hand lifted my face to look up into his, I smiled and nodded. Big blue eyes looked me over.
"I'm just a little tired Jon." I stood up on my toes to kiss his lips. Touching his forehead to mine gently, he hugged me tight.
"When we get home tomorrow we're not leaving the apartment for two days and you are resting. We can order from the delivery service." Trying to contradict him at the moment would have started a fight, the last thing I wanted then, I nodded. After he picked out the clothing he wanted I packed up the rest. Several minutes later we were walking to the rental car and packing up. I slid into the passenger seat and lay back in the seat while Jon went to sign some autographs. Watching for a couple minutes I smiled, he was so damned good with kids. He spent maybe 15 minutes or so with the happy fans then jogged to the car to get us to the airport.
Dropping off the rental, being taken to the airport, dropped off and heading in to be checked in was something we pretty much did on auto-pilot. At first it was rough on me, not having traveled much before I worked with Jon, after five months of traveling it was routine. Aware of Jon watching me closely tonight, or I should say closer than normal, I kept as relaxed as possible. On board the plane I sighed in relief as I settled into my seat. Jon stowed our carry-on luggage then sat beside me picking up my hand, and twining our fingers together leaned to kiss me.
"I heard that!" He looked me in the eyes. I nodded and smiled.
"I know, I'll be fine once we're home." Caressing his stubbly cheek, I felt a fierce blush hit when he sucked my fingers into his mouth briefly. "Behave!" I whispered, a giggle escaping me as he stuck his tongue out at me.
"Never!" I stifled my laugh, and let his hand wrap around mine. Fifteen minutes later we were able to stretch out in our seats, I closed my eyes and thought about my friend beside me, my lover, and my boss in actuality. The big hand holding mine held firm to mine, his fingers caressing mine. A moment later a soft whisper hit my ear.
"You do realize I'm gonna f**k you silly when we get home to make sure you are good and relaxed for our days off?" Blushing and giggling I settled down to rest.
**I got hired to essentially be an assistant and well...a baby sitter of sorts, a handler, if Jon would allow it. Jon was a fast rising star with a disregard for doing things the company way, little patience and ADHD. I was someone he had met and we got along well. I had been an assistant to a bunch of people in the film industry and when it was time to go film a movie one of his bosses (who had me as a P.A.) suggested since the film company would give him an assistant anyway, why not pick someone he knew? When he was done with the film he could keep me on or use someone new.
Jon was a very private person and was very standoffish when it came to social media. I had the five weeks of filming to try and get him to be a little open to the subject. Prior to heading off to film we sat down somewhere in the bowels of the arena they were wrestling at that night to talk about the whole deal. Jon was very uncomfortable with having someone around him 24/7, someone that would be doing so much with and for him. I soothed and explained while working for his boss Paul, my main job was to bring him his coffee the way he liked it, when he wanted it. I was a trained masseuse who wound up working on a sore shoulder of Paul's frequently and other body aches.
While on set I was the one in charge of his trailer. Meaning no one could get in there unless I let them, the laundry person, the maid, the catering /craft people. If he had friends or family coming I let them in and made sure they were taken care of. I took care of mail, email and messages. I took care of things or not at his whim. Errands, shopping picking up meals... Jon listened solemnly, I mentioned he was wanted to get more active with social media, and I understood he didn't like the subject at all. He made the cutest face then.
So we talked briefly and he surprisingly conceded that he would have me around him than someone he didn't know. He laughed when I pulled out the 5 page sheets I had all my clients fill out, and he filled it out. In the opening statement on it I had written none of the information would be shared in any way unless someone else was to purchase needed items for him and I made a promise to each client to never talk about anything personal of them. That seemed to put him at ease, and I know he had talked with Paul so I was in the clear.
That night Jon hurt his shoulder and the medical staff sent me in to work on him. Sitting in a chair, sore and cranky he looked startled when I came in, I told him I had been sent to take care of him so he would get used to me. I spent half an hour working on his shoulders, making him very relaxed and sleepy. I drove him to the Hotel and saw him to his room and left him my number in case he needed me. The doctor said there was a chance no matter what we did he would get cramps that needed more massage. At 2:45 a very shy sounding voice called my number, his voice tight with pain. I was at his room in moments. His buddy Joe still asleep as I settled Jon in a chair and worked on him with a different oil, the big blond so sleepy I had to help him from the chair to his bed. He was snoring softly before I got out the door.
The next morning I saw Joe before I saw Jon. I was heading over to check on him. The big Samoan greeted me with a big smile and said he'd heard I'd been helping his buddy and that Jon was much better this morning. He knew I had come in during the early morning to help Jon. As we were talking Jon came out of their room. His face lit up and he greeted me with a big hug and a kiss to the temple.
"I take it you're feeling better."
"Hell yeah!" He grinned. Pulling me with them, we went to breakfast. Jon insisted on paying for my meal and from that point on I pretty much hung out with him. Later that night after a few hours drive to the next arena with Joe and Jon, I did warm up massages on both their backs and shoulders and worked on them both after the show. It was insane backstage because of it being a pay per view. My being there helped take some pressure of the other masseuses. I was not looking forward to the next night. I had heard what was going to happen and I didn't like it.
Jon was going to receive a 'serious injury' that would put him out of action for awhile. Thus explaining his absence during filming. Back in the hotel room I worked on both men briefly, then retired to my adjoining room. I lay in my bed thinking of how Joe had spoken to me candidly earlier. It was obvious to him that Jon was okay with me now, he gave me his number in case I had trouble working with his complex buddy. He asked me to take good care of him, he said I would understand that soon enough.
The next night I gave them both back rubs prior to the show, then watched the segment that put my heart in my throat even though I knew it was rigged. Jon being 'curb stomped' through cinder blocks and loaded onto a stretcher. Joe's big hand landed on my shoulder.
"He's okay," Joe murmured. I nodded. My stomach still lurched as they brought Jon back on the stretcher. Then undoing the straps allowed the animated blond to sit up and bounce off of the stretcher. Looking at me with a concerned look, he asked if I was okay, because I was pale. I blushed and nodded. Two hours later Jon and I were at the airport, on a plane and our way to the filming location. Four hours after that we were picked up in a limo and taken to the Hotel we would spend the night in.
That was interesting, we both realized at the same time we had beds in the same room, he was calmer than I was, Jon, being himself couldn't resist teasing me about my blushing. Thank God I had decent night clothes with me. I gave him a massage and then we both collapsed into bed, tomorrow we would go on set and get introduced to those we would work around. We would get his trailer assignment and I would set it up and he had wardrobe fittings. It would be a busy day for both of us. **