Chapter 2: Hotel Bar Confession
It’d been an exhausting couple of days: performing at WrestleMania (unfortunately in Saudi Arabia but there was nothing to be done about that and thankfully marked the end of the awful deal as the Saudis were giving up on their sport/entertainment washing), flying back to America then performing again on RAW where I won my first Championship on the main roster, winning the Intercontinental Championship from Bronson Reed.
I got a text from Sabrina congratulating me on my win but that was driven from my mind when I got back to the talent hotel. I’d planned a quick nightcap before bed, so I dropped my stuff in my room and came back down to the bar. I saw a few of the talent milling around but one in particular caught my eye: Liv Morgan. I’d actually found it easier being around her since this FWB situation with Sabrina Carpenter began but Liv still had a place in my heart. But that wasn’t why I noticed her, it was the fact she was sitting at the bar alone and wasn’t her usual bubbly self. Then I noticed her eyes were red.
“Gionna? Are you ok?” I asked her (Gionna was Liv’s real name).
To my surprise, she tells me the whole story of finding out her fiancé has been cheating on her for a couple of months but that she hadn’t confronted him yet. I order us two more drinks and tell her the guy was a cunt and I’d always thought so although didn’t say anything to her because I didn’t want her to think I was just jealous. And it wasn’t just that at all, he always struck me as a wanker and a lot of her friends agreed, but again hadn’t said anything to her because they didn’t want to upset her (not that I told her that, she didn’t need to hear that now).
“Do you still like me? The way you told me you did last year?” She asked me suddenly after a sip of her drink. I didn’t answer immediately but I already knew the answer.
“I do, Gionna. I think you’re beautiful, and funny, and kind. I’ve tried to get over you, I’ve even got myself a fuck buddy, but the truth is I still fucking love you” I admitted honestly.
“A fuck buddy huh? Anyone I know?” She asked with a slight laugh, wiping her beautiful blue eyes.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. But she’s nothing to do with wrestling” I replied secretively.
“Well…….how would you feel about fucking me?” She asked quietly, so only I could hear.
“I……what? You want me to……really?” I asked in surprise. She was technically still in a relationship after all.
“If it’s good enough for him, it’s good enough for me. And I know you’ll give me a good time” Liv replied. I couldn’t say no, I just couldn’t. So I gave Liv my room number (she was sharing room while I wasn’t), downed the rest of my bourbon and told her to follow me in 5 minutes.
A few minutes later, Liv knocked on my hotel room door and I let her in, locking it behind me. Liv shrugged off her leather jacket and threw it aside, leaving her in a white tank top, jeans and a pair of trainers. It was simple but she looked so sexy. She stepped towards me and I wrapped my arms around her, lent down and kissed her. Her lips were
Her lips were warm and willing, parting instantly beneath his, and she made a small desperate sound in the back of her throat. His hands slid down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him, and he could feel how hard she was breathing. "Jake," she gasped against his mouth. "Don't stop." His hands slid under her tank top, palms mapping the warm skin of her back, and she arched into him like a woman starving. He walked her backwards until her shoulders hit the door, pinned her there with his hips, felt her grind against the hard ridge of him through her jeans.
"Been wanting this so long," he breathed into her neck, dragging his lips down to her collarbone. "Years, Gionna. Fucking years."
"Then stop talking and take something off." She grabbed the hem of her tank top and peeled it over her head in one motion, no bra underneath, her tits spilling free, nipples already stiff in the cool air of the room. Jake's mouth went dry. He'd imagined this a thousand times and every version had been wrong. The real thing was better.
He bent and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking, tongue circling, and she gasped and shoved her fingers into his short blonde hair, holding him there. "Fuck, yes. Jake. Don't be gentle with me. Not tonight."
He popped the button on her jeans with a rough tug, dragged the zip down, slid his hand inside her soaked panties. She was drenched, her clit swollen and hot under his fingertip.
"Oh my God," she moaned, bucking against his hand. "He never made me this wet. Nobody ever made me this wet."