***A/N***

Italics are Jon's texts. Bold are Jon's thoughts.

Italic underlined are Mich's texts.

I actually posted chapter two before I should have...should've made it all one chapter, but I didn't...here ya go. Enjoy smutty goodness ;)

xo

Mich smiled, leaning in closer and pressed her lips to mine. I couldn't help but let out a soft groan. I'd been craving this for months. My memory served her no justice. Her lips were so soft, like velvet or silk or one of those other expensive materials. She knew what to do with them too. She made her way from my mouth, up my jaw, and down my neck slowly. I hoped no one else decided just to walk in, especially one of my bosses, because there was very little stopping me from ravaging the girl on the floor of that locker room. After weeks of teasing me with photos and dirty text messages, we were finally alone. I ran my hands up her back underneath her shirt. I could feel her shiver. "Here?" she asked, her voice quiet.

"Why not?" I countered, locking my lips around a freckle on her chest. She whimpered softy, running her hands through my hair, took a shaky breath and titled my chin up so our eyes met. I smirked at her and kissed her chest again. "Fine," she whined. I chuckled and pushed my hands further up her back, unhooking her bra clumsily. She unhooked the buckles on my vest, yanked it off of me, and threw it to the side, followed by the black t-shirt I had on underneath it. I felt myself tense up. I wasn't sure how she was going to react to all the scars on my back. She ran her hands down my chest, and my God, her hands were soft and warm against my skin. I relaxed a bit, still kissing on her chest, biting and sucking as I did. I wanted to mark her as mine; no one else's. "Jon," she whined, having trouble unhooking my belt. "Relax, darlin'," I told her, chuckling softly in her ear.

"This would be so much easier…not sitting in a chair," she said, scratching her nails down my arms. There was a couch across the room, not very big, but it would work. "Hold onto me," I instructed her. She wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders and I stood, holding her by the ass cheeks and carried her over to the couch, tossing her on it gently. She looked up at me, her blue eyes traveling slowly from my waist to my own eyes. I probably looked like I was ready to devour her, and I'll be damned if she didn't look like she felt the same way looking at me. It had been a long time since I'd felt this way about a girl; like she was more than just a pretty face and a warm place to put my dick at night. There was something about her that just made me want more. I smirked to myself, unhooking my belt, slowly pulling it through each loop. God, I couldn't wait to get her out of those clothes. I'd only seen her naked in pictures. She was so insecure about herself and so hesitant to send me pictures of herself that weren't just regular selfies, or whatever they're called.

I chuckled to myself as I remembered the first time she and I had a sexual conversation. We were texting back and forth on a Saturday night. I was in California and she'd just gotten off of a long shift at work. We were just barely three or four weeks in to our texting relationship, still trying to get to know one another. Twenty questions had gotten stale, so I picked a new game for us to play.

Truth or dare, Jon? Really?

Really, Mich…truth or dare?

Dare.

I dropped my belt on the floor and slowly began unlacing my boots. Mich stared at me, whimpering and wriggling on the couch. She was getting impatient, I could tell, but I'd make it worth the wait. That I was sure of.

Jon? Mich had texted me, as I still hadn't replied.

I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

I dropped my right boot on the floor and began on the left.

Can I change my answer? She asked me. I remember laughing when I got the text. There was no way I was going to let her change her answer.

Nope.

Mich plead with me back and forth a few times to let her change her answer. It was like she knew what was coming.

"Jon, please," she plead aloud as I dropped my left boot to the floor. I smirked and shook my head. "It'll be worth the wait, baby girl. I promise," I unbuttoned my black cargo pants slowly. I got some kind of sick enjoyment out of watching her squirm in anticipation.

Fine…what's the dare?

I dare you to send me a photo of you…right now. No makeup, just…exactly how you are right now.

Jon…I'm naked. I'm in the tub.

Even better.

You know I hate my body.

I'll love it for you. Come on. Show me yours, I'll show you mine.

You drive a hard bargain, Jon Good. Okay.

Before I dropped my own pants I gave hers a tug. "Off," I said, gruffly. She obliged, quickly, I might add, shimmying her jeans over her hips and down to her knees. I grabbed them by the ankles and yanked them the rest of the way off. I was anxious to see if photos did her any justice at all. What I liked about Mich the most was that she wasn't fake in any way. She wasn't like most of the girls I hooked up with, in fact, she was the total opposite. Most of the girls I found myself in bed with were thin girls, busty blondes with daddy issues, a craving for attention, or just straight up whores, let's be honest. They say men are attracted to women that remind them of their mothers, what can I say? But not Mich, no. She was curvy, with thick thighs and a great set of tits. Sure, she had a tummy on her, which was her biggest insecurity, but God, I thought she was the most beautiful thing. She had long, light brown hair that touched her ass when she'd let it down, bright blue eyes that matched mine, and freckles everywhere. Irish blood, she claimed. I believed it. Her skin was just a few shades darker than Sheamus, but just barely.

Fuck, you're so beautiful…I texted her after she sent the photo, finally.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," I told her, crawling over her, my hands running up her thighs. I kissed the insides of them gently, my hands resting on her hips. "So you've told me," she replied. Her entire body was trembling.

Your turn. Truth or dare?

Truth.

Cheater. Do you really think I'm beautiful? And that's not my truth question. It's just a question. My truth question is…how big are you? I'm bad at this…

Mich rubbed me through my boxer-briefs, her bottom lip in between her teeth. I groaned, feeling her soft, warm hands on me. I was anxious to be somewhere else soft and warm. I reached down and pushed her panties aside. Soft, warm, and wet; perfect. She closed her eyes, arching her back and pushing herself against my hand more.

How about I show you instead?

Mich dipped her hand into my underwear and began softly stroking me. She didn't need to – I was already hard, but her hands felt like they were crafted for that very purpose.

….okay…show me…

"Off," Mich commanded, pushing my underwear off. I'd already pulled hers off too, accidentally tearing them on one side. I made a mental note to buy her another pair. They looked like the expensive kind; like she'd bought them to wear just for me. She was as anxious to see what I was packing as I was to see what was hidden underneath those clothes. I removed my fingers from between her legs and brought them to my mouth, sucking them clean. "Jesus Christ, Jon," she whined loudly. I smirked and kissed her hard, tugging at her bottom lip with my teeth. She arched up again, a soft moan escaping her mouth. Her body was practically begging for more.

"Tell me what you want," I instructed her. She stroked me once more. "I want you inside of me. Now," she nipped at my earlobe. I growled and pushed her hand away, pushed her legs apart hastily and rubbed the tip of my cock against her entrance. She was so wet and eager for me. There was no time to think about protection. I slid into her slowly, both of us moaning and groaning with pleasure as I did. "Tight…fuck," I groaned, finally as far in as I could go. Mich hadn't been with many guys, in fact, I think her grand total, including me came to two. She was almost innocent, pure, wholesome…and there was something about her being all of those things that just made me want her even more. I almost wanted to corrupt her. She had a freaky side to her, she knew enough to know that much. She'd expressed several times her desire to be roughed up. I remembered one of her fantasies she'd told me about one night over the phone and ran my hand up her torso, between her breasts, and rested my fingers lightly around her throat. I didn't want to hurt her, especially being this was the first time anyone had done this to her. She gave me a nod and I tightened my fingers ever so slightly as I continued thrusting in and out of her. She was so wet I kept slipping out, losing my rhythm. She swiftly grabbed my dick, putting it back into her. I tightened my grip around her throat as she shook underneath me.

I was getting slow and sloppy, I could feel myself getting closer and closer. Sweat was beading on my face, dripping down onto her chest. I moved my hand from around her throat and held her hips tightly. I deepened my strokes and she got tighter as I did. The room was filled with grunts, and groans and moans and the sound of skin slapping skin. "Jon," she barely managed to whimper my name as she came. I growled and pulled her hard against me so I could feel her throbbing around me while I was still inside of her. "That's it baby. Cum for me," I ran my thumb across her lips and thrust into her hard. Fuck. That was it. There was barely time for me to pull out before I came the hardest I had in a while. I felt like fourteen year old me who had discovered if I positioned the antenna just right on my tv late at night I could get really grainy skinemax porn to come through. I panted, collapsing on top of her. She stroked my head gently, panting and shaking still.

"God…" Mich swallowed hard, having finally caught her breath. "Pretty much," I laughed, pushing myself off her, looking her over. We both needed a shower, but it would have to wait until we were settled in a hotel room. I was usually a drive straight through kinda guy, but with her around, I wanted as much time with her as possible. We were bound to be the last ones leaving the arena aside from security and the stage crew. The least I could do was wipe her down. "Stay here," I told her, picking up my black shirt and walking to the bathroom. It was all I had, and there were more in my bag. I wet the shirt with warm water and wrung it out before making my way back into the room where she was waiting, exactly where I'd left her.

I slowly began wiping the sticky mess off of her gently with the shirt until she was clean enough to pull her jeans back on. She picked up her bra and fastened it around herself, pulled on her t-shirt and slipped on her shoes quietly. I dressed myself quickly and quietly, wondering if I'd done something to upset her. Maybe she was just thinking. I seemed to be pretty A plus at fucking up relationships, but I didn't want to lose this one. If there was one thing I knew, it was that I really wanted this girl in my life. I slowly walked up behind her, rubbing her left hip with my hand. She smiled softly over her shoulder at me, her cheeks still flushed. "You okay?" I asked. She nodded, slinging her purse over her shoulder. "Tired?" I asked, taking her hand, lacing our fingers together. Mich nodded again. "Yeah. I have a room," she replied. "Let me just…grab my stuff…give me five minutes. How did you get here from the hotel?"

Mich told me she walked, explaining that the place was just across the street. I was certain the guys had already left by then, so I told her to hang tight and I'd walk with her. "If I can walk," she mumbled, blushing. I laughed and smacked her ass playfully, then placed a kiss on her cheek before walking out to get my things. I grabbed my luggage and pulled a shirt on, an old worn-out shirt from the indy promotion I worked for before my WWE days, and went back down the hall to find my girl. My girl. I could really see myself being down for more than just sex with this one. She was more than a piece of ass. I shook my head at myself. I honestly never thought I could have any feelings for a girl that weren't strictly sexual and I damn sure didn't think I'd ever be willing to commit to a real relationship, but she had me totally convinced that I could. I was. I was completely willing to be exclusive to her as long as she was willing to do the same for me.

***end Jon POV***