Mich POV

Italic Underlined is Mich's texts
Bold underlined text is Brandi
Italics are internal thoughts.

Fuck me. What was I thinking?! I had just fucked Jon-in the locker room of this venue, with the door unlocked…with people around! The whole time I could hear people walking by, yelling and talking and laughing. I was just thankful no one had opened the door. I'm sure they heard us, though, we weren't shy about anything at all. My fucking vagina hurts, I thought to myself. God, it was worth it though. As far as size went, Jon was above average, but he wasn't so big he'd rip you in half. He knew what he was doing, too, which was more than I could say for my ex. He never got me off on his own. Just looking at Jon could get me wet. Ugh, I had to stop thinking about this. My jeans would be soaked if I wasn't careful…since Jon ripped my panties yanking them off of me. I had bought them just for tonight, too, a little purple lacy cage-back number from my job. Expensive ass panties…ugh. Okay, Mich…think of something else. Like…fuck, who are you kidding? All you can think about is his dick inside of you. I whimpered aloud. I had to tell someone. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to Brandi.

B…I fucked him…
WHO?!
Jon…
HAHAHAHA! Oh my GOD. YES GIRL! Fuck. How was it? How big was he? Where did this happen?! When did this happen? BISH I NEED DETAILS!

I groaned and started typing a reply to Brandi just as the door open and Jon swaggered in, clad in blue jeans and a black wife beater. He smirked at me, his dimples showing. "Ready?" he asked. I licked my lips and looked him over, finally finding his eyes. He took a step closer and brushed my jawline with his thumb. "You okay?" he asked, tilting my face up so that our eyes met again. I nodded slowly, biting my lip. "You want more…" he stated, as if it were even a question. I nodded again. Jon slid my purse off of my shoulder, took my phone from my hand and sat them both on the couch. He backed me against the wall, undoing his belt. This one was going to have to be quick. I pushed my jeans off as he pushed his down on his hips. He was already – or still – hard. He quickly picked me up. "Legs around me," he commanded. I submitted to his orders, wrapping my legs around him as he pulled me down onto him, hard.

Mich…you getting dicked down again?! Girl…text me in the morning…lol. Get it girl. I want details for real. I need to know EVERYTHING.

I yelped as he did, taking all of him as our pelvises collided. Fuck, that hurt so good. "Relax," he told me, smacking my right ass cheek hard as he thrust up into me. I moaned his name loudly. I could tell it was going to be a long night. I didn't know how many more times this was going to happen, I was sure one more wouldn't be enough. This was just a quickie to take the edge off. He was going to wear me out. I'd never been so horny in my life. I gripped him tighter as he slammed into me again. One more time and I was done for. I dug my black stiletto nails into the backs of his muscular, tanned arms and dragged them down hard. He growled, slamming me against the wall, thrusting harder. I gasped, startled by the force as I came again. I was growing tired, but at the same time, I wanted him to keep going. "Fuck," he groaned, gripping me tighter.

"C-cum…" I coaxed nervously.

Jon and I finished up quickly. He cleaned me up again and we walked across the street to the hotel together. The sexual tension between us was quite apparent. His hand kept grazing my ass and my mind was still stuck on feeling him inside of me. I was so fucked up over this; I hadn't felt this strongly for anyone since Mike…fuck Mike. He was such a piece of shit. He used me to get money, rides, medication, hell, I even paid his phone bill for him for a solid three months. And sex. He used me for sex. I swore men off after that. Thankfully Jon and Mike were nothing alike, but I couldn't help but feel somewhere deep inside of me that all men were the same, especially given that Jon had been brutally honest with me about his past with women. He hadn't been in a real relationship in years. His last girlfriend had cheated on him. She was in the same industry as him, but a valet. After her, he swore of dating women in the wrestling industry. No divas, no knockouts, no announcers. He told me occasionally he'd take one home after a drunken night at the bar, fuck her, and send her home doing the walk of shame the following morning.

Once upon a time I thought I was in love with Mike, and hell, maybe I was…but after a guy writes a song about how ugly and undesirable you are, you kind of lose that feeling. Falling for someone again terrified me. What if I was just another warm, wet spot for Jon to stick his dick? I shook it off, unlocked the room, and let myself and Jon inside. There was only one bed, a plush white king size smack dab in the middle of the room. The entire wall opposite the door was windows, overlooking the city of Indianapolis. It was beautiful at night, all the skyscrapers and tall buildings aglow. It was ice cold outside, so I was thankful for the heater in the room…and Jon. He was so warm. He had dropped his bag by the bed and was turning the covers down. God, I hoped he was down to cuddle. That's all I wanted. My vagina honest to God couldn't take much more of a pounding.

He smiled up at me and patted the bed. "Come on. You look beat," he told me. I sighed a deep sigh of relief. "I am," I replied, pulling off my boots and jacket, finally. I shivered, my feet were soaked to the bone from the melted puddles of ice, snow, and mush on the street between the hotel and the arena. I dug in my bag for a pair of clean socks and pajamas. I yanked the blinds closed and slowly began undressing and redressing quickly. The faster I could get into that bed and get warm, the better. My Texas-loving ass was not cut out for the cold. Apparently neither was Jon, he'd migrated from Cincinatti to Vegas, with a few stops in between. Fuck the cold. Jon was already in the bed when I turned around, in nothing but a pair of sweats and a white t-shirt, his right arm tucked behind his head, left one laid out to the side of him. I crawled in bed slowly. What was I supposed to do? It had been so long since I'd done anything like this. "Come on, don't be shy," he coaxed. I cuddled up to him, feeling the warmth of his body instantly radiating onto me. Fuck yes, I thought, warm cuddles.

Jon tightened his arms around me and I couldn't help but notice how the muscles in his arms rippled when he did. I smiled softly and placed a kiss on his chin. "Goodnight, darlin'," Jon said. His voice was so gravely and yet, at the same time, soothing. He rubbed my lower back in soft circles and I let out a soft groan. "God, that feels good," I said into his chest. John chuckled softly, continuing the gentle rubbing, moving his hands lower and giving my ass cheek a light squeeze. I didn't mind it, really, but there was no way I could go for round three at that point. It was almost as if he read my mind, because his hands drifted back upward, still rubbing gently at my back. He took a deep breath and I could almost hear the gears turning in his head. He was thinking. Feeling.

"Hey Mich," he finally spoke a few moments later. Internally, I was shaking like a Chihuahua. What on earth was he going to say? "Hmm?" I looked up at him. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes I'd ever seen. I could have honestly stared into them for hours. He licked his lips and took another deep breath.

"So, I wanna talk to you about something," he stated. I rubbed his chest gently. "Go on," I replied. This is going to get really awkward, really fast, I thought. "I like you. You know that. But, like…I don't normally…do these kinds of things. I'm not a PDA, cuddly teddy bear, cookie cutter boyfriend type. I'm an asshole. I use women for sex and throw them out the next morning," Jon rambled on, things he'd already told me before, "but…"

He stopped and took another breath. "But?" I asked, hesitantly.

"I don't want you to think I'm perfect, Mich. I don't want you to get this idea in your head that I'm always going to be this guy. I'm probably never going to remember the anniversary of when we met. I'm never gonna remember your birthday. Hell, I rarely remember my own. I don't normally send girls flowers or chocolates or buy them teddy bears and shit. That's not me. I'm gonna be on the road three hundred days out of the year. I want you to know this isn't going to be a normal relationship. I've never…had a real relationship. Not a decent one where we were faithful to one another. You make me want to be that guy that opens doors and shit for his girl. Like…I don't know, I suck at this, " he threw his hands up, defeated.

I smiled and kissed his cheek softly. "You do not suck at this. And as far as not having a real relationship…I'm right there with you. I've never even been on a real date. I've always just…hung out with my boyfriend or the guy I'm talking to at home or at a sports bar or whatever. It's never been a real date, like where we go out to a nice dinner and a movie or anything. Never. So we're in the same boat. And you don't have to send me cards and flowers and candy and shit. Just send me a text that says good morning. Just like you do every single day. That's all I need to know you're thinking of me. You may not be a typical boyfriend…but I'm not a typical girlfriend. So it's okay. Don't stress. This is new for both of us," I told him, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He smirked at me. There were those dimples I loved so much. I rubbed his cheeks gently.

"You called me your boyfriend," he said. I felt my cheeks go hot. "You said it first," I defended. He laughed, cupped my chin in his hand, and kissed me deeply. God, I loved his lips. They were so soft and they fit perfectly with mine. His facial hair was starting to grow back in, rough and scratchy against my hands that were situated still on either side of his face –that perfect fucking face. His tongue grazed my bottom lip, which he pulled between his teeth. I pulled away, shaking my head. "No, no. I know where this is going," I said, kissing his chin again.

"I think I've worn you out enough, don't you?" Jon chuckled and kissed me again, softer this time.

"No kidding," I giggled. I laid there, quiet, my own wheels turning in my head, thinking. Feeling. There was something so special about Jon that made me want to drop everything and move to Vegas to be with him. I wanted to be there when he came in on his off days, waiting to jump his bones when he walked in the door. I wanted to make him breakfast and watch his matches on TV in his apartment. I wanted to ride the Vegas strip in that big ass black Bronco of his that smelled like leather and sweat. He literally made me want to be the typical girlfriend that you see in all of those dumb romantic comedies. At the same time I wanted to fight it. I didn't want my heart to fucking pound out of my chest when I saw him. I didn't want to deal with my face hurting at the end of the day from how much I'd smiled because of things he would text to me. I didn't want to look forward to good morning texts and good night phone calls. I didn't want to fall in love with him, but I was, I could feel it, and it fucking terrified me. It helped knowing he was scared, too. I could see it on his face and hear it in his voice when he talked about how he wasn't the typical boyfriend. He was terrified to fuck it up, just like, according to him – everything else he'd ever done in life. He'd been so broken down and torn apart. I wanted to fix it. Fuck, feelings are so fucking confusing. I want to fall in love with him and fix him but I'm fucking terrified at the same time. This is so stupid and I hate it, I hate it, I hate it, I thought to myself. I felt a soft rise and fall beneath my head. Jon had fallen asleep at some point of me getting lost in my thoughts.

I reached over and turned off the lamp above our bed before taking off my glasses and cuddling back up to my boyfriend. My boyfriend. That phrase alone was terrifying. I drew a deep breath and snuggled down deep into the covers. Jon tightened his arms around me, but his eyes didn't open. His breathing remained nice and even. He was still asleep, thank goodness. I didn't want to disturb him. He always told me how he never slept. He looked so peaceful, beautiful even. I smiled to myself and placed a gentle kiss on his nose before closing my own eyes and drifting off to sleep.