A/N: Thank you to nikki1335, too much drama 1225, ThatGirl54, ChelleLew, justkimmy, Tammy, Sasha, benova13, CFierce116, ItsGbruhh, Guest, Bharm, ItReignsJustice-619, Alisi824, DeeMarie426, princessreigns, Brie's Mode, LuxuriaVanitas, Shield316, IRENELOVE83 and Violet Craine for the reviews. LMAO IRENELOVE83 wanting details of all five rounds with Jasha, you dirty, dirty girl. ;)
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Rolling his blue eyes, Jon pointed his fork at the iPad propped on the table between himself and his buddy Joe. "Rollins, calm your girlfriend down," he spoke into the screen.
Joe laughed and took a bite of his toast as the raven-haired, green-eyed woman in the iPad screen clapped her hands happily. Colby sat beside her, pulling his two-toned hair into a ponytail. "What? She's happy for Joe, let her be," he said.
"Look at you, can't even stand up to your girl," Jon mocked, snickering when Colby promptly flipped him the bird.
"Shut up Good," Lauren chastised, returning her attention to the Samoan. "About time you and Sasha patched things up, Joe. You two belong together. I was going to come over there myself and knock some sense into you both."
Joe chuckled. "No need for that, babe. It's all good between us now."
"And you love each other! That's so damn sweet," Lauren gushed, oblivious to Colby rolling his eyes behind her. "I'm so glad things are working out for you, big man. It's been a long time coming and you deserve every bit of it."
"Thanks, L. So what are you and Mr. Idiot doing? Hanging out at home?" the Samoan asked.
"Yep." Colby sighed and looked over his shoulder into the room. "We got somewhere to be in about half an hour but right now I'm still trying to pack for tomorrow."
Jon groaned. "I haven't even started," he stated, biting off half a sausage link. "Hey Joe, think you can get Sash to help me again? Last time she packed my suitcase in ten minutes."
"Hell no," Joe quickly dismissed him, "Do it yourself. Weren't you coping before she came along?"
"Yeah. But she's so much better at it," the younger man tried to reason.
"No."
Lauren laughed and checked her watch. "Well guys, we'd love to stay and chat some more but we need to get going," she said. "We'll talk later, Joe. Give Sasha a kiss from me. And no tongue for God's sake."
"You're no fun," Joe winked at her, right before she stepped out of the frame.
"Where's my kiss?" Colby asked his girlfriend, pouting.
"You come over here and I'll give you more than a kiss," the two men heard Lauren's seductive reply in the background, and they immediately pretended to gag. "Hey, we're eating over here," Joe complained, laughing when Colby made a face at them before logging off from FaceTime.
Joe put away his iPad as Jon picked up the pepper shaker. "Lauren's right though," he said. "It's great that you and Sasha are back together."
"Trust me, I'm just as relieved as y'all are," Joe replied.
"Lord knows if you didn't do something soon enough I might've considered whisking her away for myself," Jon added.
Joe smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Really?"
The Cincinnati native shrugged as he took another bite of his breakfast. "Yeah. She's sweet, feisty, a great cook, she takes good care of us and…well, she's pretty hot. I ain't exactly blind, ya know. I actually used to have a little crush on her very early on. I can say that now without fear of getting my ass kicked." At the look on his friend's face he chuckled. "Relax, G.I. It was only a little one. She's only ever had eyes for you anyway. No one else stood a chance. Not me, not that slimeball Orton, not nobody."
He would be lying if he said he wasn't glad to hear that. "Well, you got Renee now, right?"
Jon gave him a strange look. "Dude, we're not together."
Joe rolled his eyes. "Of course not."
"Nope," Jon insisted. "We fuck, we hang out sometimes, we go to work. You know how it goes."
"Sounds like your everyday relationship," he joked, looking closely at Jon. "And that's all you want from her?"
"What do you mean?"
"You don't want to be with her as more than just a bed buddy?" Joe pressed. "At all?"
Jon thought about it then shook his head. "Naw. Not interested. Unnecessary drama. Besides, she's too much like me. Two crazy pseudo-blonde sluts that are too busy to settle down. Trust me. We prefer it this way." Nonchalantly, he raised his coffee to his lips, leaving Joe to think about the statement and wonder how much truth there was to it. "So is T.K. still coming or what?"
As if on cue, the teenager strolled into the restaurant. He pushed back the hood of his sleeveless sweater and looked around for the wrestlers, smiling when he found them. Reaching their table, he gave both men a fist bump. "Hey, what's up?"
"Hey kid. You're lookin' good," Jon complimented, looking over the teenager's improved physique. "You're taking the workout seriously."
"Yeah. I'm enjoying it," he smiled, sliding into the booth next to the blue-eyed man. "Thanks for inviting me, guys." After breakfast, Joe and Jon were heading out for a WWE-related photoshoot and they had asked T.K. to come along. Again, there was no hesitation from him. He enjoyed every moment he spent with them, gaining rare insight into their unique lives. It was awesome, and a little surreal, that he was getting to know people he watched on TV on a personal level.
"No problem. Order something because we got a long day ahead," Joe said, waving a waitress over. "Hope we're not throwing a wrench in any plans you got."
"Not at all. Actually, you're life savers." Seeing their questioning expressions, he clarified, "I needed to get away from Chanel and y'all gave me the perfect escape route."
"Hmm. You and your girl havin' problems?" asked Joe, cutting his sunny side-up.
The waitress came over and T.K. placed his order before returning to the conversation. "We weren't ever really together. And I'm just not into her anymore. She's too clingy."
"Oh, we know tons of chicks like that." Jon rolled his eyes, making Joe laugh. T.K. looked at his ringing phone and groaned. "She's calling me right now. What do I do?" the teen implored.
"Ignore her. Turn your shit off," said Jon.
Joe shook his head and pointed at his friend. "This blockhead is the last person to be taking relationship advice from. You should talk to her. Tell her the truth about how you feel. Avoiding her won't solve anything."
T.K. looked skeptical. "But she never takes no for an answer."
"Well that's her problem," Jon stated critically, waving his fork around as he spoke. "You don't want her no more. She should deal with it."
"Bro, shut up." Joe shot Jon a stern look, then looked back at T.K. "Look, you're better off coming clean to her than making her feel like you jerked her around. She might take it badly but in time she'll leave you alone." He leaned back in his seat. "The earlier you tell her, the better. But for now…block her number."
A man, a woman and a little girl entered the restaurant together. Joe turned his head and his smile faded instantly. Reflexively, he looked at T.K. Jovial and talkative only a second ago, the teenager was now rigid and withdrawn. Joe knew he'd seen them as well.
Jon looked over at the man guiding his wife and daughter into a booth and did a double take. The man was the spitting image of T.K., and the Cincinnati native was given an idea of what the kid would look like in twenty years' time. Sensing the tension suddenly emanating from T.K. beside him, he exchanged a look with Joe and learned everything he needed to know in an instant. He wisely kept his mouth shut.
The waitress returned with T.K.'s breakfast. Joe's stomach sank a little as Tyson caught sight of them and started making his way towards them. Crap, he recognized them. Joe had seen him around the area a couple of times but never interacted with him before. He hoped there would be no trouble. But if there was, he had no problem restoring order in his own special way.
"Hey, I know you. You're Roman Reigns. Hi. I'm Tyson. Big fan." Flashing a big smile, he extended his hand to Joe. Joe refrained from rolling his eyes at the other man's pretentious behavior. But not wanting to look like a douche, the Samoan took his hand, shaking it a little more firmly than usual. "Thanks, appreciate it."
"I've seen you on this side of town a few times, Roman. You live here?" Tyson inquired, hands in his pockets, still smiling.
"No." Joe glanced glanced at T.K., who was making a conscious effort not to look at his father. The older Tyson was clearly doing the same. This was tension and then some, and Joe wouldn't complain if the other man left.
"I see." Tyson's lips curled, in no mood to leave just yet. "So, you having fun with my ex?"
Instantly, T.K. raised his head. There was fury in his eyes as he stared at Tyson. Underneath the table Joe's hands clenched into fists. "What was that?" he asked, sounding much calmer than he felt.
"You know. My ex-girlfriend. Sasha?" Tyson sneered. "Yeah, I seen y'all once or twice. Y'all look real cute together." His shoulders shook as he sniggered.
"Somethin' funny?" Joe demanded, fighting off the rage brewing inside him.
Still laughing, Tyson said, "Nope." He made a show of calming himself down. "It's just…I never thought I'd see the day…a celebrity having my sloppy seconds."
"Oh I know you ain't talkin' about my Mama!" T.K. shot to his feet, only stopped from charging at Tyson by Jon throwing his arm out in front of him. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Sit down, kid. Sit. Down." he ordered sternly, coaxing T.K. back into his seat. A few heads had turned curiously in their direction. He looked on wearily as across from him, Joe stood slowly to his full height in front of Tyson. "Joe, come on man, leave it alone. It ain't worth it."
He thought Jon knew him better. That he preferred to pick on someone his own size. At least he'd be given a fair fight. Not taking his eyes off Tyson, the Samoan pursed his lips arrogantly, shaking his head at Jon's words. "Naw, I ain't gonna touch him." Reaching over to the table next to them, he picked up a clean fork. "I ain't even gotta say nothin'. He dumped a classy girl for that," He jerked his head in the direction of the table where Desiree was loudly scolding a crying Tiffani, "That's all I need to know about him."
Tyson bristled, all amusement wiped off his face. "That's my wife you talkin' about like that, boy," he growled.
Joe sat back down and shrugged. "Like I said, I rest my case."
Tyson stood there, incensed. Though he knew far better than to pick a fight with two pro wrestlers, he would not leave without the last word. "Wait till that one," he pointed at T.K., "becomes a problem. We'll see if y'all as buddy-buddy as y'all are now." With a scoff, he trudged back to his table, gathered up his wife and daughter and ushered them back out of the restaurant, ignoring an oblivious Desiree's demands to know why they were leaving.
"What an asshole," Jon commented, breaking the tense silence that settled around the table.
Joe returned his attention to T.K., the boy's eyes blazing with hatred as he watched his father drive away. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," he answered brusquely, pushing his unfinished breakfast away. "I'm not hungry anymore. Can we get a box for this?"
Joe wanted to argue but thought better of it, summoning the waitress once again. "Fine. You'll need it later during our shoot. We're gonna be there a while." He held the teen's gaze for a moment. "How about we keep that little incident from your mom, huh?"
Nodding his head in agreement, T.K. shared a small smile with the Samoan. "No problem."
It was midnight. The kids were asleep in T.K.'s room and Sasha was like a mouse out to play while the cat was away. Finally, they could have their private time. She should have felt bad for shipping Mia out of her room and into T.K.'s for the night just so she could play virtual porn star with Joe, but she had a feeling it would all be worth it, especially after the text message he had sent to her earlier in the day;
Hi baby girl. Miss u already. Can't wait till we FaceTime tonight. Btw, Pam snuck a present under ur bed this morning. Call me before u open it, and make sure you're in a…state of undress. ;) X
Reaching under the bed, she felt around and touched something, pulling it out and setting it on her lap. It was a rectangular box with gold wrapping paper sealed with a red bow. As she eyed it curiously, Joe's FaceTime ID popped up on her iPhone. Sasha connected the call and was greeted by her boyfriend's smirking face. Seeing his tattooed chest made her skin tingle. "Baby," she gushed, smiling widely.
"Man, you are a sight for sore eyes, Sash," said Joe, shifting on his hotel room bed to get more comfortable. "Found it yet?"
"Yep," Sasha replied, tapping the box on her lap. "Can I open it now?"
His smile was sly, cryptic. "Go right ahead."
Sasha tore open the wrapping paper, looked inside and gasped in horror, "Oh my god! You got me a dildo?" She whispered the last word, almost afraid that her kids would hear her even though they were both fast asleep at the other side of the apartment.
"You can thank Pam for the idea," said Joe, "That one's top of the line according to her, with like six different settings and has one of those double stimulation things."
"You got my best friend doing your dirty work now?" Sasha said, smiling at her phone screen. "What else have you two planned behind my back?"
"The only plans I got are with you, nani," said Joe. "Let me look at you, baby. Put the phone in a good spot." He was using his iPad for optimum viewing. He would much rather have her in the flesh but this was close as he could get to the real thing.
"The screen is kinda small," she pointed out, tilting the white iPhone from side to side. She was stalling but he didn't have to know that. Finally, she slid the phone into the phone dock and rested her back against the headboard, a big smile on her face as she waited for him to see her properly.
"Well, I see you perfectly so it's fine," Joe told her, his mouth instantly going dry when he noticed what she was wearing. "Holy shit…"
Her white, hip-length babydoll nightgown complimented her chocolate skin and showed off her bosom invitingly. The garment underneath the bust was sheer and parted in two to reveal matching lace panties. Her hair was down the way he liked. And he could see all of this because she was leaning back on the bed, her legs crossed seductively. "Wow baby girl."
At the look on his face, Sasha twirled a lock of hair in her finger and puffed out her chest. "You like?"
"Like? I love! You look like a goddess. Turn around. Let me see that ass." He watched as she pushed up on all fours and turned. Through the sheer negligee he saw the string of her panties disappear between her ample butt cheeks. Sasha looked over her shoulder at the iPhone screen, bouncing her ass teasingly with a wicked smile on her face. Joe felt himself go rock hard. "Damn baby," he whispered, "Damn."
Giggling, she returned to her seated position. "Are you alone?"
"Yeah. Colb is hanging out with Dolph and Kofi and a couple of others. Don't know where Jon went, probably with Renee or something."
"Good. No one will interrupt us then." She slid her hands up her body and cupped her breasts. A soft moan escaped her. "I watched you on TV tonight," she whispered, "You tryna get me killed, ain'tcha? Lookin' so damn hot and making me want you bad."
Joe watched her massage her tits, jealous that it wasn't his hands doing the touching. "Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm." She squirmed a little as she rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. "I miss you."
"I miss you too sweetheart. I wish I could be there with you right now."
"Talk to me, big boy. Tell me what you would be doing if you were here," she breathed, her lust-filled gaze fixed on him.
"I would be laying on top of you on that bed," he started. "I would kiss your soft, sexy lips nice and slow, slide my tongue into your mouth to taste you. My hand would move up your thigh, up your hips and your body and squeeze one of those pretty tits that belong to me. My mouth would suck the other breast, my tongue flicking over your nipple. Then I'd switch titties. You know I gotta give 'em both equal attention…"
He trailed off, swallowing hard as Sasha pushed down the strap of her nightgown to expose a breast. Unconsciously, his hand slid over the front of the black briefs he wore, palming his erection through the cotton material. Watching her with dark, hooded eyes, he forged on. "I would suck hard enough to make you moan my name, baby. Scrape your nipple with my teeth, blow on it a little and suck on it again. I know how much that drives you wild."
"It drives me crazy, baby," she responded. With her thumb and forefinger she rolled and tugged her nipple, imagining it was his hot, wet mouth on her. "Mmm, Joe…"
Her moaning his name like that would surely be the death of him. He whipped off his briefs and cupped his hardened dick. He didn't miss the ravenous look in her eyes. "Like what you see, baby?" he asked, smirking when she licked her lips. Sasha smiled lasciviously.
"Oh yeah. It looks fuckin' delicious. I wanna wrap my lips around that big beautiful dick. I'ma suck and lick every inch of you until you're begging me to let you fuck my mouth," she murmured, watching intently as his fingers closed around the base of his dick. The Samoan growled low as he started moving his hand up and down his length slowly, and the action made Sasha's body heat up. "That's it, big boy. Stroke that big for me," she encouraged him.
"You look sexy as hell in that outfit babe, but right now you're overdressed," said Joe. "Take it off, nani. Strip for me."
The corner of her mouth curled, and Joe's breathing grew heavier as she slowly untied the garment from the front and pulled it gracefully down her arms. The sexual tension smoldered through their screens. She slid her panties down her legs, which hung straight in the air as she took them off. Joe remembered her mentioning that she'd taken up yoga with Pam to regain her flexibility. He couldn't wait to discover the new positions he could contort her body in. When she sat there naked with her thighs pressed together, he growled. "Don't go all shy on me now, sweetheart. Spread your legs for me. Let me see how much you want me."
Sasha's heart raced as she obeyed, giving him full view of her goodies. Joe's mouth watered as he noticed how nicely trimmed she was, how wet and ready she was for him. "Shit, baby. Even from here I can see how soaked you are. I wanna eat that juicy pussy. Lick and suck you while I'm squeezin' your big ass in my hands, with your tasty thighs wrapped around my head."
His voice was raspy and bone-melting, and the thought of his head between her legs and his lethal hurricane tongue assaulting her pussy made her even more aroused. Desperate to ease some of the tension in her body, her hand slid down between her legs and with a moan she began to rub herself, fixated on Joe's leisurely ministrations.
"That's beautiful, baby girl. I love watching you touch yourself. It's so fuckin' hot." He watched her hungrily, licking his lips as her fingers slid up and down her folds. "Slip your fingers inside your pussy. Feel how wet I'm making you."
She nodded her head and quickly did as she was told, pushing her slippery fingers into herself. "Fuck. Baby I'm drippin'," she gasped and moaned as she slowly worked her fingers inside her. "I need you, Joe. I need your big dick inside me."
Her voice was husky and pleading, and his dick twitched in his grasp at the sound of her moans. The sight before him was incredible; his woman sprawled naked on her bed with her legs wide open, gasping his name while she pleasured herself. He was so damn turned on that his body ached. "Pick up the dildo."
Sasha snatched up the pink silicone toy, noting for the first time that it was actually the same size as Joe. The realization filled her loins with another wave of moist warmth. "Uh huh?"
"Rub the tip against your pussy lips first, get it nice and wet," he instructed her, groaning softly at the sight of her tongue curling around her fingers as she sucked her essence off them. He was surprised he hadn't exploded from the sensations attacking his two-hundred-plus pound frame. "Now turn it on and fuck yourself with it."
She twisted the bottom of the toy and a buzzing sound immediately filled the room. She pressed the tip against her clit, her body arching with a gasp as more pleasure instantly swarmed her insides. Breathing heavily, she slowly began to thrust the vibrating toy in and out of her, stimulating herself. "Aw yeah…fuck yeah…shit…"
Joe sped up his own movements as he watched her carefully. "That feel good, baby?" he asked, his eyes dilated with lust. "Are you thinkin' of me fuckin' your tight pussy?"
"Yeah, baby! You feel so good, big boy. Awww god!" She threw her head back, moaning in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around the toy, and Joe squeezed his eyes shut, cursing as he visualized her tight wetness engulfing his dick the same way. "Fuck yourself faster, Sasha. Just like I would fuck you…ah!" He groaned, arching off the bed as shockwaves zipped through his entire body. The buzzing sound, her moaning, the sight of her essence leaking from between her legs combined with the pleasure surging through him was sensory overload. He groaned as he worked his aching dick faster, his other hand massaging his balls the way Sasha would. "Fuck. Wait till I get you alone, baby girl," he rasped, arching his hips up into his hand. "I'ma pound that pussy so hard you won't walk straight for a week."
Sasha's only response was a wanton growl through gritted teeth as she thrust the toy faster. She forced herself to keep her eyes on her boyfriend, his hips flexing as he continued to stroke his engorged member. The heat started to build up within her, growing hotter by the second. "Joe, oh god," she said, her breaths expelling in short bursts as she grinded desperately on the dildo. "Fuck, I'm gonna fuckin' come," she gasped.
"I'm fuckin' close, Sasha," he grunted, feeling his balls tingle and tighten. "Come on that dick baby. Make yourself come." He could see her legs trembling and her toes curling, signifying her end was indeed near. His hips bucked as he pumped himself as hard as he could, Sasha doing the same at the other end.
"Fuck! Yes, yes, yes...awww fuck!" Her entire body stiffened, then shook, her free hand clutching the sheets at her side. She heard Joe groan loudly and forced her eyes open in time to see his milky seed erupting like a volcano all over his hand and abdomen. His cheeks were flushed and his forehead glistened with sweat, and she'd never seen anything so beautiful. He always looked beautiful when he came. After her body finally relaxed and she could see straight again, she pulled the toy out of her, moaning softly as she did so, and turned it off. She crawled closer to her phone. "You alright, baby?" she asked, the dazed smile on his features resembling the one on hers.
"I'm great," he panted, his chest heaving as he picked up a wet wipe and cleaned himself up with it. "Babe, that was fuckin' awesome."
Quickly stashing away the discarded lingerie and the toy, she picked up her iPhone from the dock and lay back down on the bed, holding the phone in front of her face. "It was. I'd have liked to see you a little better but other than that it was fantastic."
"We definitely need a repeat soon. This is probably the hottest thing we've ever done together." He grinned and leaned closer to the screen. "I really liked that cute little number you had on. I can't wait to come home so I can take it off of you myself."
"You've made a few promises tonight, big boy. I'm holding you to all of 'em."
"You better," he responded, looking at the time on his iPad. "I better get some sleep. Need to be up in four hours."
Sasha nodded, lying on her side. "You do that, handsome. I know you got a long day tomorrow."
"Yeah, but after this I think I can face whatever the hell tomorrow brings," said Joe, gazing lovingly at the woman at the other end. His woman. "I love you," he said.
"I love you too," Sasha smiled. "Dream of me tonight."
"I always do, baby. See you on Wednesday."
"Will do. Goodnight." Blowing a kiss to the screen, she ended the call and closed her eyes with a lazy smile. She was going to sleep very well tonight.
*walks around with smelling salts and bottles of water*
I call this my FaceTime chapter ;) And most of y'all were expecting a sad update this time… Tsk tsk. O ye of little faith ;)
But I bet you forgot all about Mr. Baby Daddy, didn't you? Oh, he's not gone from this story, not by a long shot, is all I'm going to say.
Thoughts?