Rolling With the Punches
Chapter 11
Disclaimer: This didn't really happen. It's fictional.
A/N: A huge thank you to: alibob687 (They really are. They need to get a grip. I also like how I talk about them as if I'm not the one writing this...but anyways, I doubt they'll be able to let go of their childishness any time in the near future ;) It'll be worth it, though. I'm actually writing chapter 27, as we speak lol) and DeeMarie426 (Doesn't it always? They aren't going to be able to control themselves and are gonna get in a world of trouble...and drama...lots of drama). I hope you're all enjoying this still. I hope you know how much I appreciate every single person who reads this. And I'm working on typing up the next couple of chapters, so I could try and update during the week, possibly while I'm at work or something. Anyways, please leave reviews. I love them, and they make me happy. Love you guys XoXoXo
Dallas was home from the bar. She had to admit, it was a pretty good time, even with Jon there. They threw back a bunch of beers, shared some stories, and had a blast. Granted, Dallas and Jon spent a decent amount of time bickering, yet they still managed to make it a good night. While she wasn't going to admit it any time soon, Jon was actually pretty cool to hand out with. He was an asshole…but she could at least tolerate him.
She changed into a pair of black yoga shorts and a white tank top. She took her makeup off and threw her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head. Dallas crawled into her bed. She could still smell Jon on her pillow. She made a disgusted face. While she'd had a number of beers, she wasn't incredibly drunk.
The blaring ringtone of her phone indicated she was getting a phone call. Dallas picked it up from her night table and glanced at the screen. It was Grant. She picked it up.
"Couldn't stay away, Havoc?" she greeted, resting her head on her pillow.
"You know it," the familiar rasp of Jon filled her ears.
"Mox. What do you want?"
"Just letting you know that I'll be at your door in like five minutes. I'm being dropped off on your doorstep."
"Ugh. I'm tired, Jon."
"What the fuck, Dallas? Don't give me that shit. Man up. I'll see you soon," he told her, before ending the call.
She rolled her eyes and sighed. She put the phone back down on her night table, leaving it to charge. Letting out a groan, Dallas got up and headed downstairs to wait for her slightly unwelcome guest. She grabbed her cigarettes out of the drawer in the table next to her front door, along with her lighter. While Dallas didn't smoke often and couldn't because it'd be much too difficult to smoke frequently and maintain her ability to do her job as well as she did, she sometimes found that when she was stressed out and tense, it would help calm her down significantly.
She opened the front door and walked out of the glass storm door, only allowing the storm door to shut behind her. Dallas sat on her porch bench sideways, stretching her legs out in front of her. She pulled a Marlboro Light out of the box and quickly lit it, bringing the lit cigarette to her lips, Dallas sucked in the fumes that made her feel a small amount of relief from everything going on in her life. She immediately felt more relaxed, as she blew the smoke out of her lungs.
The headlights of Grant's car illuminated her driveway. Her friend gave her a wave from the driver's seat, a smirk resting on his lips. Dallas sent a smile in his direction, before the passenger's side door opened. Jon got out and shut the door, as he headed to Dallas.
"Later fuckers," Grant teased, before driving away. Jon headed up the short path from the driveway to the steps that led up to her porch. He headed over to her, while she sat in the cool night air, enjoying her buzz and her cigarette.
"Long time no see," she spoke, a grin pulling at her lips.
"What can I say? My dick loves being buried in that pussy," he replied with a shrug.
"I'm sure you could've found someone else…"
"I'm sure I could've, too, but at least with you, I know it'll be good…and it requires a hell of a lot less effort."
Dallas rolled her eyes at him. "Don't get too attached, Mox."
"Trust me, I would never. Besides the fact that I have no interest in being attached, I'd never be attached to you of all people."
"Good," she said, taking a long drag of the cigarette.
"You know that shit's bad for you, right?"
"When the fuck did you become the Surgeon General?" she shot back, raising an eyebrow at him.
He shrugged and sat at the other end of the bench that Dallas was sitting on. She pressed her foot to his jean-clad thigh. "I figured since Grant was trying to fuck some broad, I might as well give him some space and get my dick wet with you," he explained.
"Anna?"
"What? Who the fuck is Anna?"
"Is that the broad he's trying to fuck?" she clarified.
"Oh…uh…I think so. Sounds familiar."
"That's his girlfriend, you jackass."
"Since when?" he incredulously questioned.
"Like a year ago."
"Oh…well, that makes sense. I feel like he's mentioned that name a bunch of times. Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I've met her," he realized.
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Dumbass."
"Why are you always such a bitch?"
Shrugged, as she flicked the finished cigarette off of the porch, she stretched both of her legs out over Jon's lap. "I dunno. I mean, if we're being honest here, I don't recall ever actually being nice, per se. But I guess after a lot of the shit that I went through, I stopped even trying to be nice. And the shit with Kevin…well, that solidified the fact that I'd never be nice again…and became an even bigger bitch than before," she honestly replied.
"What's your deal? Are you here to ruin his marriage or something?" Jon questioned, though his tone lacked any judgement.
She scoffed. "Me being here has nothing to do with that asshole. The last thing I wanted to do was be anywhere near him. But the WWE came calling. I'm not gonna sacrifice my career and my success for some piece of trash who fucked me over. Fuck that," she replied, a scowl taking over her features.
"Someone seems angry."
"You're damn right I am. I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about me, Mox. And the absolute last thing I'll ever do is fuck myself over for Kevin. As far as I'm concerned, he can go fuck himself."
"Then, why the fuck is he showing up at your hotel room?"
"I don't know. Who the hell is he to give me shit when I'm trying to get laid? Who I fuck is none of his business. It's none of anyone's business, actually. I'm a grown ass woman. I can do whatever I want…or in this case, whomever I want."
"I agree with you on that one," he told her.
"You better not let everyone know that we fucked," she warned.
"Why the hell would I tell anyone?"
"I dunno."
"I'll probably tell Joe, though."
"And I'll tell Saraya, but that's it."
"Fair enough. You better not tell Kevin because the last thing I need is an angry ex-boyfriend showing up at my hotel room."
"Why the fuck would I tell him?"
Jon shrugged. "Attention? I dunno why you bitches do these things."
"I'm trying to not speak to that asshole ever again."
"Good."
"Why? You afraid of him, Mox?" Dallas teased.
"No. I just don't want him losing his shit. Plus, if he did that, word would probably get out about us, and that's the last thing I need."
"Us? You make it sound like we're a thing."
"I mean, this is a fucking thing. Not like…we're…dating or some shit," he replied.
"Just to make it clear, Mox, if I haven't made it clear enough, I would never, not in a million years, date you."
"First of all, quit fuckin' calling me that. Second, you'd never be lucky enough to date me. I'm fuckin' awesome."
"You're full of yourself."
"And you're a bitch. Now, can we fuck? Or what?"
A smirk pulled at her lips. "Fine."
The next morning, Dallas opened an eye, feeling the sun on her face. The evening's activities quickly flooded her thoughts. They went two rounds the night before…or more accurately, in the wee hours or the morning. Turning her head, Dallas expected that Jon would be gone. Relief flooded her when she saw that the other side of the bed was, in fact, empty.
The last thing that she wanted was to deal with him more than she already had. Her body felt sore, which was a nice change of pace. Her voluntary dry spell had lasted a few months. She couldn't deny how much she really enjoyed getting back into it. She remembered quickly why she enjoyed sex so much, in the first place. She loved taking care of that primal need.
"Morning sunshine," Jon's voice rang out.
A groan escaped her lips, as she sat up. The naked man walked into her bedroom. "What the fuck are you still doing here? I thought you left."
"Nope. Just had to pee."
He climbed back into the bed. "So, you look well-fucked. You're welcome."
"Shut up," she muttered.
"You seem pretty bitchy for someone who was begging for it last night," he shot.
"Just because I enjoyed fucking you doesn't mean that I enjoy hanging out with you or even want to at all."
"You'll live."
"I have shit to do today, you know."
"Like what?"
"I have to go to the gym," she started.
"What a coincidence. So do I," he replied.
"Are you gonna start stalking me or something? Is this like when someone feeds a stray dog, and the dog follows them around everywhere?"
"Did you just call me a dog?"
"I would not call you a dog. That'd be an insult to dogs everywhere," she quipped. "And I like dogs. I don't like you."
"That's alright. I really don't like you either." He paused. "It just sucks that you're such a good fuck."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'm gonna have to deal with you every time I want to get my dick in there," he pointed out.
"If it's such a problem for you, you can go find someone else to fuck."
"Nah. For whatever reason, I enjoy fucking you. You're pretty tight for a slut."
"Such a lady killer," she sarcastically shot. Dallas glanced at his hardening dick. "Does bickering with me turn you on, Mox?"
Jon smirked at her. "Guess so," he replied, pulling her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He grabbed his dick and rubbed it against her core. "Apparently I'm not the only one," he commented.
She shrugged, a mischievous smirk on her face. "Guess not," she nonchalantly spoke, before impaling herself on him.
"Ah fuck," he growled.
Dallas brought her hands onto his shoulders, biting onto her lower lip. She began riding him quite enthusiastically. Jon's hands held onto her hips.
"Now this is how I like waking up," he commented.
"You have an amazing dick," Dallas moaned.
"I know," he cockily spoke, eliciting a glare from the woman on top of him.
Dallas pushed him from a seated position to laying down on her bed, resting her palms on his chest, as she began picking up the pace.
Jon's eyes rolled back in his head. "Shit," he groaned.
Dallas's body was already sensitive from the previous day's multiple, thorough fuckings. She was enjoying every second of their actions. There was something about Jon that turned her on. While his personality left much to be desired, he was a skilled man in the bedroom…and in the airplane bathroom.
"I'm already close," he breathed. "Fuck. You're so fuckin' good." He brought his thumb onto her already sensitive clit, wanting to bring her to her own release. While Jon wasn't completely interested in making her orgasm, seeing as he couldn't care less about her, when she came with him inside of her, it was a feeling unlike any other.
"Fuck Mox," she growled, inching closer and closer to her own release. "So fuckin'…"
And suddenly it hit her. Her fingernails gently raked down the skin of his chest, as her body was not being supported by her two arms that were quickly feeling like spaghetti. Jon pulled her body down against his, as he thrust up into her, as he began cumming inside of her.
The pair remained in that position until they caught their breath, when Dallas finally rolled off of him. He turned onto his side. "That is the only reason I'm willing to tolerate being anywhere near you," he spoke, still breathing heavy.
"Ditto."
His eyes took in the sight of her naked body. "You're really hot. I don't know if you know that or not, but you are. That body is made for fucking."
She rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Mox."
"What?! That was a compliment."
"I know. Just…stop talking. Your voice is starting to irritate me."
He gave her a look. She rolled her eyes.