Author's Note: Sorry it's been awhile since I've updated this one. I am down to one chapter typed up. I have a lot written out, but not typed and work has been kicking my ass the last few weeks, so I haven't felt like doing any writing. I'm try though. And this is the absolute longest chapter I have EVER written for ANYTHING! So hopefully the long length and the fact I didn't cliff hang this like I thought about doing and splitting it up into two different chapters, but didn't because I figured I've tortured you guys with cliffhangers enough lately, makes up for the wait. Haha.
Chapter Twenty One
It's been two months since Jon and Chasity had confessed their feelings for one another to the other. Chasity had reached her twenty-eighth week; or sixth-month, of pregnancy. That left her with fourteen weeks, or just three months left in the pregnancy; she was officially in the home stretch – third trimester – of the pregnancy. She was starting to get a bit anxious about the birth, but Jon had managed to keep her mind off of it by helping her keep busy.
Speaking of Jon, he had stayed true to his word and did everything to prove to her she is definitely more than the one-night-stand type of girl. They had yet to sleep together, but between the last couple of WWE tours he had made sure to take her on a couple of different dates. Nothing that was overly romantic or extravagant just dinner and a movie type dates. It was actually starting to drive Chasity insane. She wanted him and he just wouldn't cave and give in; no matter how many sexual advances she made toward him, or innuendos she would throw at him. And pretty soon, due to being in the late stages of her pregnancy, she wasn't going to be allowed to have sex anymore until after she gave birth; and even then, it would be at least two-in-a-half-months after Kaleb was born before she'd be cleared to do so. She wasn't sure she'd be able to last that long. She had to find a way to get Jon to crack, and she had to do it soon, or she was going to grow extremely irritable; more so than she currently was.
At the moment she was sitting in Jon's apartment, all on her lonesome. Jon had gone out earlier, probably to the gym; he'd told her where he was going, but she had been so distracted by her hormones and working on a plan to finally seduce him and force him to crack that she'd completely missed what he told her. In any event, he hadn't returned from wherever he had gone yet. Hopefully he'd get back home soon because she had to get this conversation over with.
As if on cue, her thoughts were interrupted by the closing of the front door. Looking up from her spot she sat on, on the sofa she sighed. There in front of her stood Jon in nothing but a sweat soaked tank top and a pair of knee-length basketball shorts. Go figure. Judging by the gym bag slung over his shoulder, and the remaining sweat coating his body and causing the tank top to stick to his upper body; she had been correct, he had told her he was going to the gym, and he was now returning from his workout without having showered at the gym. He'd apparently done a workout that apparently took two hours to complete, judging by the clock telling her it was eight-thirty and she knew he had left at about six o'clock, for a gym that was a half hour from his apartment.
"Hey, I'm back from the gym. I'm just gonna grab a quick shower, and then we can go grab something for breakfast if you want to," Jon announced before turning on his heel to head for the bathroom to take his shower.
"Why are you torturing me?" The question had left her mouth before Chasity had a chance to bite her tongue and stop herself. She hadn't been intending to have this conversation right now. She was gonna wait until they were eating breakfast, hoping that would defuse any argument because they were in public, but the words were out of her mouth before she could even comprehend what she was doing.
Jon let his gym bag slip from his shoulder as he turned back around, confusion plastered across his face. "Excuse me," Jon questioned. "What are you talking about?" Chasity wanted to take it back; stop the conversation in its tracks, but she knew there was absolutely no way she could do that, so instead she decided to try to avoid the situation all together. Standing up she walked toward the front door.
"You've known for weeks how bad I want you. I haven't made it a secret, but you won't give into me no matter how many advances or innuendoes I make toward you," Chasity said. "Yet, you have no problem walking around in front of me in a tank top and basketball shorts, covered in sweat; which causes the tank top to stick to your skin and become skin tight." Chasity shook her head and placed her hand on the door knob. Jon's face hadn't changed much, but she saw the insinuating information about sweat being a turn on had made him raise his eyebrows a little. "Yes, I have no idea why, it's probably due to the pregnancy, but in any event, you being all sweaty turns me on." Deciding she'd had enough of this conversation she turned the knob and pulled the door open. "And clearly you would rather tease me than give in, and I refuse to continue to allow it, Jon. Pretty soon, I'm going to be too far into my pregnancy to have sex, and then we'll have to wait until Kaleb is at least 10 weeks old; or in laments terms: two-in-a-half months before I'll be medically cleared. So I've decided I'm going home," Chasity yanked the door the rest of the way open. "When you decide you want to take this relationship to the next level, call me," Chasity finished before walking out of his apartment, slamming the door behind her.
Despite the fact he was in a bit of shock, Jon was able to react quickly. Kicking his discarded gym bag to the side out of his way, he rushed to the door and wrenched it back open, and swiftly ran after her. "Chasity wait," Jon called as she was just about to step onto the elevator.
"No Jon, you've had numerous chances. I can't… no, I take that back, I won't wait around and let you tease me anymore," she called back over her shoulder. Jon reached her just as she was stepping onto the elevator. Wrapping his arms around her protruding waist line he tugged her back so her back was pressed against his sweaty chest to prevent her from getting onto the elevator. Due to the running he'd just done, he had even more sweat coating his body now than he had five minutes before in the apartment. She should be repulsed by it; most people were, but instead she was trying to control the urge to push him up against the wall behind him and kiss him with all the strength she had stored within her.
Chasity attempted to pry his hands from around her waist, but it was to no avail. "Let me go, Jon," she said, barely above a whisper. Jon shook his head.
"No, not happening," Jon announced, tightening his grip a little bit as his clammy palms began to slip from her waist as she squirmed. "At least, not until we talk about all of this." Chasity groaned.
"What's there to talk about? Nothing," she exclaimed. "Despite what you told me two-months-ago, about how you were into me, and you definitely wanted me and you just didn't want to sleep together then because you wanted it to be 'romantic'. Well, news flash, Jon, it hasn't happened," she exclaimed. Realizing she'd raised her voice a little too much she cleared her throat and allowed herself a second to regain some of her composure before continuing.
"We've been out on four different dates since you said that, Jon, and not one of them has been anything I'd consider romantic. And, to top it off, not one of them has ended in either one of our bedrooms," Chasity shrugged. "And I've just entered my third trimester. In about a month my doctor is going to tell me I have to cut out the sex – the non-existent sex – until after Kaleb is born, and once that happens I'll stay banned from it until two-in-a-half-months post-birth," Chasity informed him. "So to avoid any more disappointment, I'm just going to go home." Chasity told him. "Now, let me go," Chasity demanded.
Jon hated that he had made her feel that way, and he knew he had to fix it now or everything he'd worked so hard for with her up to this point would be lost. Loosening his grip on her waist he kept one arm around her middle to keep her from bolting onto the now open elevator as he used the other to grab her hand and began tugging her back to his apartment. Upon entry, he pushed the door shut. "We really need to talk, and I'm not letting you leave here until we do. This whole mess is just one huge misunderstanding," he announced, keeping her exit blocked. "So now that I've heard you out, you're gonna hear me out. So sit," Jon demanded, pointing at the sofa.
As much as Chasity didn't want to she knew they needed to talk, so she sat on the sofa as Jon had demanded. "Not setting up a romantic date yet, or giving into your advances and sleeping with you does not mean I don't want to. Not listening to your innuendos does not mean I haven't heard them, or understood them, or that I don't want you," Jon told her, shaking his head as he talked, as if to add emphasis to what he was saying. "Believe me when I tell you it's taken all my will power not to toss you on a bed and have my way with you whenever we're near one. But the reason I've controlled myself is because I'm afraid the only reason you want me is because of your hormones."
Chasity shook her head and opened her mouth to speak, but Jon held his hand up, silencing her. "Let me get this all out and I promise I will let you respond as soon as I'm done," Jon told her. Chasity closed her mouth and folded her hands in his lips to allow him to continue. "Look, for the first time ever in my entire life I actually want more than just sex in a relationship, Chas, so if that's all you want, I'm sorry, but I can't; I won't because I don't see you as the 'just sex' type."
Chasity couldn't believe that's what Jon was worried about. She locked eyes with him and shook her head. "This isn't all pregnancy hormones, Jon." She took a deep breath and held it for a second before letting it back out. She never thought this secret would ever come out. She figured it would be one of those things that she'd take to her grave with her. Of course that was when Jon had disappeared from her life and she figured she'd never see him again. But now he was back in her life and it was clear it was going to have to be revealed. "Guess it's time to confess," Chasity admitted. "Do you remember all those 'drunken' encounters we had back in high school," Chasity questioned. Jon furrowed his brow and silently nodded his head. "Well, I have to admit I wasn't as drunk as I led you to believe I was the day after each encounter. At least, not for all of the encounters, anyway," Chasity began pushing herself further back onto the sofa to get a little bit more comfortable.
"I remember our first time together. We were at one of those random high school parties Sami use to throw whenever his parents went out of town and we'd both had quite a bit to drink, but you were far worse off than I was; although I think you may have had more than alcohol, while I had definitely stuck to just alcohol," Chasity admitted. "Anyway, you initiated that encounter. I thought about stopping you because I knew you'd never remember it due to your inebriated state. But after you took my t-shirt off and quickly unhooked my bra, you started kneading and sucking on each of my breasts and all thoughts of stopping you were gone. I convinced myself not to stop you because it felt really good – no, scratch that, it was well beyond good; indescribably good - and I figured it would be the one and only time we'd ever be together, and I had wanted you sexually for a while; I just did a good job of masking my feelings apparently. Anyway, that's why I went along with it," Chasity revealed. "The next day when you woke up and had no recollection of what happened, I just let you assume we both were clueless because it seemed easier; less drama ensued that way."
As the high school encounters she could remember continued to roll through her mind Chasity sucked in another breath before continuing with her confession. "I also remember our fifth encounter. I wasn't really in a drinking mood that night, so I had only had one glass of wine at the insistence of Sami; who told me it was a party and I had to have at least one drink. But you had drank at least five beers; maybe more, and you may have done God knows what else. I'm honestly not sure because I wasn't really paying attention to you. I had been talking to Sami's flavor of the week," Chasity informed him. "Anyway, point is, you were completely trashed," Chasity informed him. "I remember sitting on the sofa in Sami's living room and you came over to me and sat beside me. Sami's current flavor had gone to find him and you and I began talking," Chasity shook her head. "I can't for the life of me remember what we were talking about, so it was probably something stupid because I'm sure with as trashed as you were there's no way it was an intelligent conversation," Chasity recalled. "However, I do remember you were massaging my thigh. Next thing I knew you somehow wound up kissing me," Chasity informed him. "Eventually, you decided you wanted us to have more privacy, so I allowed you to lead me to one of the spare rooms in Sami's parent's house and soon the heavy make out session progressed and you started taking off both our clothes. I hadn't been able to get our first time together out of my head, and I couldn't remember the three times between the first and this encounter, so I never even thought about stopping you this time. I wanted you just as much then as I did during our first encounter, so I - once again - just let it happen," Chasity confessed as she suddenly fell silent again.
Jon was dumbstruck. He never expected her to confess any of that. As much as he wanted to be mad at her for hiding that from him for so long, knowing that her feelings now weren't only in due part to her hormones made him a little excited. "Why didn't you tell me all of this before now?" Chasity shrugged.
"I didn't know how you'd react, and I didn't want to lose you," Chasity admitted. Jon finally pushed himself off the door; where he'd been standing since dragging Chasity back into the apartment to talk, and walked toward her.
"I can assure you, you're not going to lose me. I know I was drunk during all of those encounters, but you have no idea how much I wish I could remember just one of them. I've thought about all of them since we bumped back into each other and it kills me that I was that fucked up during each encounter," Jon admitted. "I can confess that the reason I got that messed up in the first place is because I wanted you and I had no idea how to tell you, so I tried to block it out by getting completely fucked up and hoping I'd be so bad I'd just blackout," Jon told her and chuckled. "Obviously that's dangerous around you because clearly, each time it failed. When I had designed that plan it was to keep me away from you, but all it apparently did was push me straight to you instead." Jon admitted. "I guess the saying is right when it says 'the truth comes out when you're drunk' because despite the fact I can't remember the encounters, I am glad I ended up with you and not some random skank that was there."
By the time he was done his confession Jon was standing directly in front of Chasity, and he had finally decided he was done deflecting this relationship down a dead end road. Grabbing her hands he tugged her to her feet in front of him and gently kissed her lips. Chasity felt Jon's tongue sweep across her lips and allowed him entrance. As their tongues dueled for dominance Chasity moaned. Realizing where this was headed, Chasity pushed away from him and stepped back. "No. I can't do this, not if it's not going to go anywhere. I'm too sexually frustrated to ignore my hormones anymore; especially after the talk we just had," Chasity told him. She once again walked away from him as she headed to the kitchen, but Jon was hot on her heels.
She had gone to the kitchen to get something to drink and was standing in front of the counter, a pitcher of ice tea in her hand an empty glass sitting awaiting her to pour the liquid. Jon walked up behind her, gently turned her toward him and took the pitcher out of her hand, placing it back in the fridge before turning back towards her. Throwing the romantic idea he had envisioned for their first time together out the window, he cupped both sides of Chasity's face and pulled her into an intense kiss, only breaking it when both needed air. Dropping his hands down to her hands he took both of her hands into his and began walking backwards, tugging her hands to coax her into following him.
Chasity wasn't sure where Jon was leading her, but everything in her was telling her to just let him take control; at least for now. Silently she allowed him to lead her and before she knew it they were standing in the doorway to his bedroom. He was still walking backwards, clearly watching her face for any sign of hesitation, but Chasity did her best to keep her face even keeled. Once he reached the center of his room, he finally stopped walking and pulled his still sweat-dampened tank top over his head. Chasity quickly glanced down toward her feet to try to keep the temptation from taking her over. If he was teasing her, pregnant or not, she was going to kick his ass. "Hey," Jon called, softly before hooking his index finger beneath her chin and lifting her face to force her to lock eyes with him. "Why are you looking down at your feet?"
Chasity hadn't even heard his question as her eyes racked over his now naked torso. Subconsciously she licked her lips, but she was quickly pulled back to reality when Jon; who had now loosely wrapped his arms around her expanding waist line, palms of his hands flat against her ass, pulled her flush to him; well as much as he could with her belly in the way. "I asked you a question." Chasity shook the cobwebs from her head and tried to remember what he had asked her.
Jon could tell she was distracted and had no idea what he had asked her, so he tucked his finger under her chin again and tilted her head up to look directly into her eyes. He posed the question again. "Why are you looking at your feet? Isn't this what you wanted? If not, tell me and we'll stop. I'm not forcing you into anything."
Chasity once again licked her lips subconsciously before clearing her throat. "I… I'm nervous," she admitted. Jon chuckled.
"Nervous about what?" Chasity shrugged.
"This whole thing. It's not that I don't want it, I'm just afraid if we do this and either of us dislikes it…"
"Not likely, and you know it," Jon cut her off. "We've done this before; more than once, whether we can remember all the encounters or not they happened, and the fact it happened more than once tells me we liked it or. Drunk or not, we wouldn't have kept doing it if we disliked it. Remember, the truth comes out when you're drunk" Jon rationed with a playful wink. "Now, be honest with me, are you sure you want this? If you do, I'm willing to chuck the whole romantic setting idea out the window; at least for now. If not, say so now, and we'll stop. But you need to speak up because I'm not very good at reading minds."
Chasity thought about it for what felt like hours, but in reality was only a couple of minutes before she finally nodded her head. "I'm ready, but I have to admit I haven't had sex since the encounter you witnessed back at the strip club, so I'm not sure how my body is going to feel or react to anything sexual." Despite the ugly memory she'd just brought up, Jon managed to put a smile on his face.
"We'll just take it slow," he told her as he leaned in toward her and placed another kiss on her lips; only this one was a little more intense and held a lot more meaning than the ones from the living room and kitchen.
Breaking apart when they needed air, Chasity stepped away from Jon and slowly pulled her top over her head, leaving her upper body covered by nothing but her bra. Drinking in the sight of her standing there in a pair of boy shorts and her bra was turning Jon on more than he had been before and the desire to throw her onto the bed and have his way with her was stronger now than it ever had been before. Swallowing hard, he regained a little bit of his self-control as he stepped closer to her and expertly reached behind her to unhook her bra without looking.
As her bra slid of her arms and exposed her chest, Chasity immediately attempted to cover herself up. She suddenly feeling self-conscious about her body under Jon's watchful eyes. But he quickly caught her hands in his. "Uh-uh, don't go getting shy on me now," Jon chided. He took a couple minutes to let the sight of her standing in front of him naked from the waist up sink in. The sight was so mouthwatering it had him licking his own suddenly dry lips now. Deciding he was sick of waiting for this any longer, he gently pushed against Chasity's shoulders, forcing her to lay back on his bed. Pushing her hands above her head, he used his left hand to pin her wrists in place as he reached out with his right hand and slowly began running it down her body until he reached her baby bump. "You're absolutely beautiful, Chas. Never forget that," Jon whispered as he softly caressed her swollen belly.
Chasity was still a little nervous. She was finally getting what she wanted but she wasn't sure this was how she wanted it to happen. Looking at Jon she watched him sink to his knees into the mattress on either side of her; her wrists still pinned securely above her head by his left hand. Leaning forward he placed soft, gentle kisses against her stomach before he began to leave a trail of kisses up her body until he reached her lips where he placed another fiercely hungry kiss; once again only breaking it when the need for air became too much.
Chasity's head was spinning. Thus far he had done everything right, but they were still only in the early stages of this and she wasn't sure how she should be feeling. She was snapped from her haze when she felt Jon's fingers pulling at the waistband of the maternity boy shorts she was wearing. Lifting her hips a little she watched as he tugged them down her legs, and subsequently, off her body. Chasity sucked in a deep breath as she watched him teasingly drop the discarded shorts on the floor behind him. She now remained in nothing but a pair of panties.
Jon eyed Chasity as she laid on his bed in nothing but her tiny, barely covering anything, panties. She was absolutely breath taking. He knew she didn't believe that, but no matter what she thought or said, it was true, and it was now his job to prove it to her. Right here, right now. The time for wasting was long gone, so he released her wrists and used both index fingers as he hooked them into the waist band of her panties and pulled down as he locked eyes with her. Getting them to her feet he slowly pulled those from her body as well; leaving her lying completely naked before him. "This is your last chance to stop me, Chas. Once we start it's going to be nearly impossible for me to stop, so if you don't want this, say so and stop me now."
Chasity quickly weighed the pros and cons at warp speed in her head. She couldn't find one legit reason to stop him. Not after everything they'd poured out to each other today. Several silent minutes passed before she finally nodded; the doubt from earlier totally out of her mind. "I'm positive about this, Jon." She could tell by the way he was still frozen he was searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation from her, but there was none. She was finally absolutely ready and willing to do this.
Everything after that seemed to speed up. Chasity wasn't sure how she'd ended up lying on the bed with Jon hovering above her placing gentle kisses on every piece of exposed skin, but at the moment she didn't really care, either. All she cared about right now was reaching the state of euphoria that had evaded her for far too long now.
Jon was alternating between sucking and kissing each of Chasity's breasts when he decided he wanted to add a little more to the equation as he slipped his right hand between their bodies and slid it south, quickly finding her most intimate pleasure point. Applying gentle pressure he listened to Chasity gasp in surprise before a moan tumbled past her lips. "Ahh..J…Jon…"
The rest of Chasity's sentence died on her lips as her raging hormones mixed with the pleasure Jon was inducing with his fingers and she lost complete control of her body. She felt the pleasure rip through her as she white knuckled the sheets and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was so lost in the pleasure she hadn't even realized she was moaning Jon's name.
Jon watched Chasity's body writhed in the pleasure he was providing her as her first orgasm ripped through her body. He hadn't thought it was possible for his erection to grow any harder than it was, but his body was currently proving him wrong. He quickly removed his hand from Chasity's body as she slowly began to regain her senses and come back down to earth. His initial plan was to allow her to remove his boxers; giving her a little bit of control in this encounter, but he couldn't take the fabric rubbing against his cock anymore. Pushing himself off of the bed he swiftly rid himself of the offending article of clothing.
Chasity finally completely regained her senses just in time to see Jon free himself from his boxers. She eyed Jon's erection and gulped. He was bigger than she remembered; and he was definitely larger than the other guys she'd recently been with. Jon returned to the bed and hovered over her, placing a kiss against her lips he quickly broke it and positioned himself between her legs better. "You ready," Jon questioned. Chasity slowly nodded.
"Yes," Chasity said. With that one word her confidence showed for the first time in the entire encounter.
That was the only confirmation Jon needed as he slowly eased his way into Chasity's body. He stilled once he was completely in, allowing her time to adjust to his size. Obviously she wasn't a virgin, but Jon could already tell she was still pretty tight; meaning she hadn't had a ton of sex in her life. "Let me know when you're ready."
Chasity savored the feeling of Jon finally being buried deep inside of her again. She knew despite her earlier orgasm she still wasn't going to last long once she gave Jon the green light, but she couldn't keep him waiting forever. "Before I let you go, I have to forewarn you, I'm not going to last all that long." Jon smirked.
"No worries, neither am I. I haven't even moved yet and I already know you're going to be super tight, and given I haven't had sex in a while, well…" Jon's response trailed off as Chasity returned the smirk he'd given her.
"Alright, enough talking, more action," Chasity said, finally giving the green light, as she leaned up to kiss Jon as she slowly moved her hips causing Jon to groan.
That was all it took. Just a slight movement of Chasity's hips and Jon couldn't hold back anymore as he thrust deep inside her. Chasity moaned as Jon managed to find and hit her g-spot almost immediately. She dug her nails into his back as he did it again. She felt her abdominal muscles begin to tighten again and her body began to spaz as Jon placed another strong kiss against her lips, shoving his tongue into her mouth to battle with hers. Their tongues dueled as Jon reached down between their joined bodies and pressed his right index finger against her clit.
Chasity slipped over the edge into bliss at the same time as Jon. They broke the kiss as the moans that were caught in their throats finally broke the barrier as they ripped from each of their mouths just as their respected orgasms ripped through their bodies.
After several long minutes of bliss they began to return to their senses and Jon placed a kiss on Chasity's lips, only this one wasn't as heated as the previous ones had been; it was more romantic, with a gentle and sweet feel to it. Jon broke the kiss after a few seconds and chuckled as he felt a light thump against his ribs. "I think we disturbed Kaleb's nap," he said, finally withdrawing himself from her body and adjusting his own body to lay beside her as he laid a hand against her protruding stomach, where Kaleb continued to show his displeasure for the interruption to his nap. "That feels so weird," he quietly chuckled once again. Chasity laughed.
"You think it feels weird from your perspective? You should feel it from mine. It seriously feels alien-like." Jon laughed.
"Are you sure he's not an alien?" Jon shifted away from her when she playfully whacked his bare shoulder.
"Yes, I'm positive."
"Okay, if you insist," Jon joked, before placing another chaste kiss on her lips.
They fell silent and stayed that way just enjoying feeling Kaleb's movements. Chasity snuggled deeper into Jon's chest as she began to doze off. Exhausted from their earlier fun she forgot they hadn't gotten breakfast yet, but at the moment she wasn't that worried about food; she needed sleep. Realizing this, Jon tugged the blankets up and placed a gentle kiss on her temple as he covered them up and returned his hand to rest against Chasity's stomach as he closed his eyes, deciding they would take a nap, shower, and then go get something to eat. Jon rubbed slow, smooth circles on Chasity's stomach and as Kaleb relaxed and dozed back off beneath his hand, Jon did the exact same thing, slipping into a dream world with Chasity snuggled in his arms, finally satisfied and content.
Author's Note: Sorry if the sex scene sucked. They are SUPER hard to write; which is why I don't do many of them. lol
R&R are, of course, lovely! :)