Chapter 6 - You, Me & Tequila

Joe could have literally laid there in bed with Alison for the rest of his life. It sounded stupid because he barely knew this girl. After they'd woken up the day of their flight to Pensacola, Florida; nothing was awkward between them like it seemed for most couples the morning after their first night together. Joe was pleasantly surprised they got up and shared a nice hot shower together. Joe couldn't stop his body from responding to her touch as his erection pressed against her flat belly. He hardened even further when she bit her bottom lip before turning around and rubbing her wet naked ass against him.

Clearly it was an invitation that he was going to accept; he would've been stupid to do nothing.

The flight from Georgia to Florida was a quick two hours with no layovers. His mom and dad had met them at the airport to pick them up. Alison was all beautiful smiles as his mom practically hugged the life out of her and his dad lifted her off the ground in a bear hug. she took all of it. He had a large loud family and he really hoped they didn't scare the shit out of her.

Once they got to his folks house his sister Vanessa and Summer were next in line to meet Alison. Vanessa and Summer stole her away from Joe and practically drug her into the kitchen so they could play 20 questions while getting to know her. Joe listened as they laughed and giggled for a good two hours as he sat at the kitchen table with his parents while they drank coffee and caught up.

Joe loved the fact that Alison was getting along with his family. Now he just had to figure out how to convince her to stay at Georgia State until he graduated. He knew the deal. He knew she was going to be leaving at the end of the semester which was in a few weeks. If he could persuade her to stay a little longer he really hoped they could keep in touch. He could tell Alison wasn't born to stay in one spot; she had a taste of life on the road and could tell she was born to travel.

This was definitely going to be harder than he thought.

Later that night, Joe was stretched out on his childhood bed with Alison tucked into his side.

Tomorrow was Thanksgiving.

He had to start making his wish list tonight so he knew what to be thankful for tomorrow; clearly meeting Alison was the high on the priority list. He gently rolled to face Alison before wrapping both arms around her and letting sleep take over.

Her green eyes sparkled like Emeralds, the green was nearly breathtaking and when she smiled...

'Damn it Jon get your shit together!' Jonathan Good scolded himself.

The Dark Chestnut haired woman had been standing ringside for the entire show. The founder of HWA (Heartland Wrestling Association) had decided on an impromptu live wrestling show the night before Thanksgiving in Philadelphia; why...no one would know.

Jon was the first to step up and ask to have a match that night and he didn't care who it was he just had a need for some destruction. He hated holidays and what better way to get your frustrations out then by beating another man senseless.

Jon was always up for a good wrestling match and it was even more fun when his opponent suggested 'the only rule is there are no rules'. Jon couldn't wait for the match to begin. He'd seen the dark chestnut haired girl when he first went out to do a promo and talk shit. Since then he couldn't stop staring at her. From her mile wide smile he was curious if she was down for some Moxley fun. Moxley being his ring name; when he was in character he was practically unrecognizable. Most people couldn't tell if he was being serious or joking when he was in Moxley mode.

Jon was a few short weeks away from being 20, but he still had his ways of getting booze. He figured a bottle of tequila and miss emerald eyes would be a nice cap on the night.

Especially after he gave his opponent a nice beat down. His opponent was a fuckin idiot for giving Jon free reign over the match by suggesting no rules; during an anything goes match - it was literally ANYTHING! He was going to bloody that little fucker and send him to the hospital for the night. He would be sure to watch what kind of stipulations he put on a match against Jon from now on.

From the time Aria had gotten to the small auditorium to when the event started a icy blue eyed hottie kept watching her from behind the curtain that separated the crowd from the wrestlers. She couldn't put her finger on it but there was something about...Jon Moxley that kept her attention on the ring as he talked shit about his opponent.

His long sleek physique was gorgeous. He was probably around 6'2" maybe 6'4". His cute little ass was being hugged by black wrestling trunks and he had a black long sleeved shirt on covering his arms and torso. His auburn blonde hair was wet and naturally curl at the ends but it was down past his muscled up shoulders. He'd had it pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of his neck. It had been down earlier while doing his promo, but now that she noticed he'd been watching her from behind the curtain it was pulled back.

There was something about Jon Moxley. The presence he had in the ring. The way he carried himself. The words he spoke while doing his promo. Aria had never been enamored by someone quite like him before. He appeared as a grungy not giving a fuck kind of guy. She'd been into jocks and athletes before but now standing in the little auditorium she could FEEL Jon Moxley's blazing blue eyes on her body. She could feel every piece of herself burning up from the top of her chestnut hair to her sneaker covered feet; even to the dampness of the crotch of her panties.

Tonight was going to be an interesting one.

The night before Thanksgiving was never going to be the same.

Aria almost giggled at his smooth like of 'You, me and Tequila; how about a threesome'.

She was pulled from her thoughts as her back slammed against the wall as the door to the hotel room was kicked closed. His lips burned a path down her neck as his fingers pulled and tugged to get her t-shirt un-tucked from her jeans before pulling it up over her head and tossing it behind his back.

Her nimble fingers were yanking at his t-shirt when she felt his popping the button on her jeans before she could even think about anything else her jeans and panties were down around her ankles as Jon's hands slid down her thighs and lifted her; her legs wrapped around his waist as his lips crashed into hers once more.

The rough material of his jeans rubbing against the inside of her naked thighs. She'd finally got his t-shirt off and her naked chest was pressed to his warm chest. He had palmed both of her breast until her nipples were practically cutting into his hands.

Aria watched as Jon tore the security seal off the bottle of tequila with his teeth before he un screw the cap and took a long swig out of it and offered her the same. His right eye twitched as his blue eyes narrowed and watched her take a long drink from the same bottle.

Jon carried her over to the bed as he deposited her onto the bed. He watched as her emerald eyes blinked up at him as he held the bottle above her and poured a stream of the clear liquid down over her breasts as it slid down the valley between her breasts and pooled on her flat stomach.

Jon hovered over her body before his tongue chased after the alcohol lapping it up from her breasts and chest before he puckered his and sucked the pool of tequila from her navel and gave it a lick for good measure.

His hands caressed her milky thighs as he pulled them apart before he dived tongue first into her lady parts. Jon groaned at the taste of her essence. There should've been a way to bottle this shit and take it with him on the road. He hadn't tasted a woman this good before in his life and he had plenty of pussy to compare it too.

He poured more of the tequila down over her public bone but was catching the clear liquid before it hit any of her sensitive parts; it would've burned like a mother fucker had he let it.

Jon had his fill as he stood up from the bed. "Turn over." He demanded. "Face down; ass up." He ordered with his gravelly voice. She had the cutest ass he'd seen as he stepped up and slapped her right cheek and watched it jiggle. A smirk coming to his face when she gasped from the slap. He moved over and slapped the left cheek and watched it jiggle as well.

Jon shed his jeans and boxer briefs as he stepped up and ran his middle finger down her spine before he leaned over and softly bit into the fleshy part of her right butt cheek before giving it a nice slap; then again doing the same to the left side. He could see her juices as they were leaking out of her body, his mouth watered as he knelt down behind her pert ass and once again buried his face in her glistening pussy. Her flavor was all her own.

Aria moaned out as Jon's fingers dug into her fleshy ass cheeks as his tongue dug into her lady parts over and Over and OVER. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her knuckles turned white from fisting the comforter under her as his thumb started rubbing her clit. She cried out as her body was overcome with shutters.

Jon enjoyed drinking all the essence that flowed from Aria's body. Jesus Christ he really needed to re-visit that bottling her essence theory again.

Jon finally pulled his face from the apex of her thighs and stood up he gave her right ass cheek a nice slap for good measure before he pulled her from the bed then pushed her chest against the wall. His erection pressed against her pert ass. Jon started to kiss, nip and lap at her neck and ears as his hands danced across her stomach. Aria knew much more of that and she wouldn't be leaving the room much less the state before the night was over.

Oh Sweet Jesus!

Aria put her hands over Jon's and guided them up to her breasts. Jon took the hint and paid them some attention, he slowly massaged them and was getting some deep seated moans from her at the same time she could feel his erection pressing against her bottom and would every once in a while move her hips a little to brush up against him, it caused him to suck in his breath; he knew she was playing with him.

Jon moved to the side slightly keeping her facing the wall as his right hand slowly traveled back down her spine and over her sweet ass, until they made their way between her thighs and could immediately feel how aroused he'd made her just from the little tongue action he'd given her. He cupped and kneaded her bottom. "I couldn't help myself cause it was just right there begging me to touch it." His voice rasped out. Jon slowly turned to the side where the waist high dresser was and bent her over the dresser.

"Hmmm bent over huh; that's a new one…" Aria stated with a smirk on her face.

Jon kissed her neck and ear. "Darlin', you haven't seen nothing yet…" Jon bent over with her back tight against his chest, he kissed along her spine and down by her ass. Jon teased her wet center with his erection and then slowly slid into her, pushing past her slick folds, stretching her to accommodate himself.

Jon gripped her right hip with his right hand before he pulled both of her hands behind her back and held them with his left. He started thrusting in and out of her; Jon groaned as her tightness gripped him like a velvet glove.

"Jon..." Aria whimpered before she moaned as the dresser rocked back and forth under her torso; just feeling him going crazy inside of her was making her senses reel…In one fluid motion Jon released her arms as he gripped the back of her knees and lifted her and carried her back to the bed. With pure adrenaline rushing strength he climbed up onto the bed on his knees and walked all the way up to the headboard before placing her on her knees and he started thrusting in earnest.

"Jon..." She whimpered once again. Aria's hands went to the headboard gripping it for leverage as Jon drilled into her body. Aria's eyes rolled into the back of her head once more as Jon's right hand disappeared at the apex of her thighs and she actually felt him push his middle finger into her core along with his erection as his thumb started rubbing her nub.

"You like that you dirty little girl? Huh? You like my dick and finger fucking that tight pussy baby. Jesus Fuckin Christ you're so tight. I have never fucked such a tight pussy before." Jon groaned as he continued to piston in and out of her body.

Aria could feel both of their impending orgasms coming soon and it wasn't too far behind that feeling that Jon thrusted a couple more times and then sank all the way into her body as they were both pushed over the edge and off the cliff "JON!" She felt him explode inside of her body as she shattered all around him.

Jon grunted as his dick deflated and slipped from her body. He fell to the space next to her on his back as he panted trying to catch his breath. "Jesus Christ I shouldn't fuck so hard after a wrestling match. I'm going to give myself a fuckin heart attack."

Jon watched as the emerald eyed hottie sank down into the mattress next to him. He lifted his head. "Are you trying to kill me?" He asked as he reached for the half full bottle of tequila while leaning up a little more to take a swig out of it. He handed her the bottle and watched as she moved around until she was on her knees next to him. She tipped the bottle up and took a LONG drink before she smirked down at his prone body.

"Not yet Moxley...Besides there would be more bloodshed." She poured the clear liquid down over his chest and stomach as she straddled his pelvis and leaned over and began to slowly lick the alcohol from his skin. the salty taste from his sweat and the tequila was almost like the PERFECT shot. "If only we had some lemons."

Jon's dick came to life as he felt her core rubbing against him. "If we keep this up I'm not going to give a shit about the tequila."

"Oh I can take your mind off the tequila." Aria smirked as her tongue tongued to lick and suck every part of his naked torso.

"I sincerely doubt that darlin'." Jon chuckled as he folded his hands behind his head and let her continue with sweet torture.

"Wanna bet?"