Chapter Two:
"Stop that incessant knocking!" Sydney barked out; rubbing her eyes with scowl. "I haven't had coffee yet. I could legally kill you," she yawned, feeling her lids flutter with the urge to return to bed.
"Aw, come on, grumpy! Time to get up and hit the gym," Randy smiled at his sister, ruffling her hair before he stepped passed her into their suite.
"I fucking hate you sometimes, Randal," she grumbled, stalking over to her original room and quickly shutting the door behind her; finding Jon on the end of her bed. "You're up early and look better than I do. That isn't right," she pulled a face, moving to her luggage to pull out her workout gear.
"Colby has us hard-wired to be up on Crossfit days, you know that," he focused on tying his shoes until she dropped her robe. "You might want to wear something a little more…concealing than that sports bra, Kitten. I left some marks," he chuckled, fingering the bruises and bitemarks he left behind on her skin.
"It was worth every mark so I give no fucks. Although, I am sore as sin; you really pounded the hell out of me," she felt him sidle up behind her while she pulled her shorts up.
"You did say you didn't want gentle, sweetheart. If you want to try gentle next time, just say so and I'll be happy to oblige," he rasped out in her ear.
"Who said there would be a next time, Jon?" Sydney flashed him a smile over her shoulder, picked up her shoes and walked out into the living area with Jon on her heels. "What?" she furrowed her brows at the strange look her brother gave her.
"Why was Good in your room?" he asked; steely eyes shifting between the two.
"None of your fucking business," she snapped at him; sitting on the sofa next to Joe to put on her shoes. "So are we ready?" she glanced between the big man beside her, to Colby and then her brother.
"Syd, you know we can't be seen going to the gym with them. We're feuding and have to keep up appearances," Randy stubbed the toe of his shoe against the carpet, staring up at her through his lashes.
"Thank you, Colby," she smiled up at him when he passed her a travel mug of coffee, and moved back when he saw her mood shift to irritation. "Then that means we don't go to the gym together, Randal," she spoke conversationally, taking a sip from her mug.
"We always workout together, sis!" he said sternly, placing his hands on his hips.
"Not when I just treated my guys for injuries a few hours ago. I need to be with them and you know it so I guess I'll see you later, big brother," she shrugged her shoulders and jutted her chin towards the door; watching as he dejectedly left the room. "My God, that man can pout," she rolled her eyes, taking another sip of coffee.
"You didn't have to do that, baby girl. We'd be okay for the few hours you spend with him," Joe said softly; securing his hair at his nape while he glanced up at her skeptical face.
"Right; so a good time for me to be away from you is when your back seizes up while you're benching or for Colby to get dizzy when he's on the rings? I won't tell you how to wrestle and you don't tell me how to care for my clients, big man," she lightly pinched his cheek and got up laughing; carrying her mug to the door.
"You tell me how to wrestle all the time and you're thinking about Roddy pinching my cheek again, aren't you?" he got up, shaking his head while they filed out of their suite.
"I tell you how to do certain shit to minimize damage, big man, and that shit was funny! The whole segment was hysterical," she laughed; pointing at Joe's blushing cheeks. "It was spectacular just to have him and Jon working the mic together but the cheek pinch! And the look on your face!" she chuckled; hitting the button to call the elevator.
"You are having too much fun at my expense," Joe grinned; averting his eyes from his laughing friends.
"Yeah but I'm getting a headstart on my abs workout," she winked at the big man and stepped on to the elevator; feeling Jon settle against her back with his hand on her hip.
"I know a great exercise for those abs, sweetheart," he whispered in her ear; feeling a slight shudder run through her when he rubbed his stubble against her cheek.
"I'm sure you do, Jon. By the way, you should keep the scruff," she ran her index finger over it. "It feels amazing on the inner thighs," she winked; smirking when she walked out into the lobby.
*COUGH* "Boner alert!" Colby pointed at Jon; he and Joe chuckling as they followed Syd.
"Hold up, children," Syd called out to the three men, stopping them in their tracks. "Did you really think I was going to set you loose on the playground without making sure you're prepped for it? Bring it in here, Ninja," she twirled her finger around; stepping up to Colby when he put his chin to his chest. "Still no bump on this hard head," she mused to herself; flicking his ear a second later before rubbing her thumbs into his neck.
"What was that for?" he pouted, rubbing his ear.
"For rolling your eyes at me," she grinned.
"I wasn't even looking at you this time! How did you know?"
"Trade secrets, my son. You're good to go. Have fun storming the castle," she patted his shoulder; shaking her head when he turned to give her a playful peck on the cheek and run off. She cocked her head at Jon when he seemed to glare at his stable mate's back before returning his focus to her. "Come here, big man," she motioned Joe over, running her fingers into the muscles in his lower lumbar. "Any tightness?"
"No, baby girl, I'm good and I'll be sure to stretch," he smiled over his shoulder at her.
"I'm that predictable huh?" she arched a brow.
"Not after last night," he gave her smug grin and backed away with his hands up.
"Yeah, I deserved that one. Go on but don't overdo it," she waved him off, turning to Jon. "Let me see those ribs, sweetheart," she moved to grab the hem of his tank and lifted curious eyes to him when he backed up. "What's going on, Jon?"
"Nothing," he shrugged; feeling a little anxious. "My ribs are fine, Kitten," he said as he kept his eyes downcast until a stiff arm pushed him back into the wall.
"Despite what we did last night, you are the only one of the three of you with an actual injury; minor but still a bruised rib," her obsidian drilled into his blue; the famous Orton temper coming to the surface. "I am responsible for you, your well-being, nursing you back to health and keeping you as comfortable as possible while you endure the shit this company puts you through. You will not dodge me like that again. Are we clear?" she lifted an eyebrow, waiting for his response.
"Whatever you say, Kitten," Jon sighed; lifting the hem of his shirt and looked up at the ceiling when her gentle hands glided over his abs. 'Fuck, that feels good,' he thought, letting his head fall back against the wall while he clenched his eyes. "And that is why I didn't want you touching me right now," he huffed out a few minutes later; glancing down into her wide eyes before he placed a hand on her nape and pulled her head to his chest. "A few hours ago, I learned every curve of your body; I had your taste on my tongue and got to see the look in your eyes when you came. Right now, I still associate your touch, your scent with sex and have to will away my second hard-on in an hour," he whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss to her temple before he moved off to start his workout.
Syd stuck with a regular workout instead of joining the guys' routine. Jon really did put her body through the wringer and didn't want to rely on her legs to hold her up. She could feel his eyes on her while she did curls and had to admit, his attention felt good but relationships were not a friend to her. She was a moody bitch with a fiery temper and an overbearing brother; the combination of the two tended to run off all her boyfriends. Her sexual dry spell had gone on longer than Randy's divorce and if she were honest with herself, she'd admit that Jon had touched her in more ways than one.
"What have I told you about benching alone?" A familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she glanced up to see the steely eyes of her brother staring down at her.
"What are you doing here, Randal? I thought you couldn't be seen around them," she sighed heavily; getting her breathing back under control to push the weight off her chest while her brother spotted her.
"I refused to miss working out with my baby sister," he grinned; letting it drop when she narrowed her eyes on him. "Fine! I rented out the gym so that only people from the company can use it for the next two hours. No fans will see me near The Shield…or Dave," he added when The Animal walked in.
"Oh joy! Rusty is here," Syd rolled her eyes; her sarcasm making her brother chuckle.
"He's trying, Syd," he said softly as he nodded his head at Batista across the room.
"He's on a layover, Randal, just stopping by before his next destination," she grunted; pushing the bar one last time before Randy placed it back in the cradle.
"What are you two doing?" Dave asked with a smile; hands on hips.
"We were about to get in the ring, Dave. It has been a month or so since Randal and I locked it up but now that I think about it," she cocked her head; narrowing her eyes on the big man and felt her brother tense up beside her. "Why don't you join us and chip away a little more of that rust build up? It would be nice if you didn't make Joe look bad in the ring every night," she smirked, walking off towards the practice ring.
"Sydney!" Randy shouted at his sister; instantly drawing everyone's attention, before running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry, man," he sighed, shaking his head even though deep down he agreed with her.
"She's always been feisty and always spoke her mind, man. I guess that's what makes it easy to tell you two are related," Dave chuckled; jerking his head towards the ring. "Come on, I believe I'm about to get my ass schooled by your sister," he kept the smile on his face, walking up to the ring while the younger Orton ran the ropes.
"Come on, bro, let's show Dave how the Ortons warm up," she waved him in, crooking her finger at Dave, "you too, old man," she chuckled when her brother sighed, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling.
"You are evil, you know that?" Randy muttered to Sydney when he joined her in the ring.
"We have fought since the womb, Randal. Why would I change now?" she chuckled at him, looking back to Dave. "What we do is run the ropes, crossing each other while trying to avoid collision. Randal, you run left to right and I'll go back and forth. Dave, you go opposite me and try to avoid us both," she moved back to her rope, looking across to Dave before glancing to her left at Randy.
"Ready?" Randy asked Syd getting a nod in return before looking at Dave. "Don't plow down my sister, man," he clenched his jaw, showing just how much he believed Sydney's opinion on his rust; not wanting his sister hurt as a result of it.
"I got it, man. You two start out and I'll jump in when you hit your stride," Dave nodded at them to get moving.
"What's going on, Kitten?" Jon asked as he and the others moved closer once they saw the Orton twins and Dave in the ring.
"Will you stop with the Kitten thing, man?" Randy scowled at the man's smirk.
"No," he shook his head, turning his attention back to Syd, dismissing her brother.
"Just an Orton Workshop with Dave here to see if he can keep up," she winked at Jon before putting her game face on. "Go!"
Jon and the others watched the twins start off, picking up speed as they bounced off the ropes and narrowly miss each other as they crossed in the center of the ring. Their eyes went to Dave as he measured the timing before he started off; barely missing Randy on the first two passes. On the third, their shoulders clipped redirecting Dave into Syd's path; the younger Orton seeing him running towards her, leap-frogged into the air, using her hands on his head to catapult over him.
"Goddamn it, Dave! I told you not to run over my sister! What the fuck, man?" Randy shouted at The Animal, moving to grasp Sydney's shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.
"I didn't get run over. Quit being so fucking dramatic, Randal," she waved him off before darting her narrowed eyes to the other man. "You still gas out quickly, Dave," she shook her head, glancing at her clients for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Syd," he gasped; trying to catch his breath.
"What did you come back for? Believe me, I've been around long enough to see guys stream back in because they miss the limelight but you had other shit going on. You had zero stamina back then and even less now. By all rights, you should have been sent to developmental to work off your rust and get in ring shape. The fact that you didn't cost us one of the hardest workers in the company and don't say shit about Phil being a cranky bitch," she swung her finger between Dave and Randy. "That is true but he had every right to be and he was the best thing we had in the locker room. Although those two and Bryan are filling the empty hole he left rather well," she pointed at Jon and Colby.
"Thanks, Syd," Colby smiled with a faint blush tingeing his cheeks.
"Yeah, thanks, Kitten," Jon chuckled when Randy rolled his eyes with a loud sigh of annoyance.
"You're welcome," she nodded her head at them before returning her attention to the fidgeting Batista. "I don't care that you stayed active with Jiu-Jitsu, Dave. Most of that is ground work and that doesn't fly here. Your rust is risking injury to others and the fact that you've forgotten how to sell a bump is making them look bad. If you wanted to stroll in the door and work with the big boys again then maybe you should have asked to work with Big Paul or Mark since they're slow too. But no, you signed on to work a storyline with two of the fastest, slickest players in the locker room and one big man with agility. Work your shit out, get it right or get the fuck out," she poked him in the chest and leapt over the top rope; landing on her feet before Jon; his hands instantly landing on her waist and a grin on his face.
"Syd!"
"Bro, stop giving me shit for saying things that most of you wish you had the balls to say. I'm out of here," she wandered off with Jon trailing close behind.
"What time are we going to meet to head home?" Randy yelled after her.
"I'm actually thinking of staying on the road," she turned; walking backwards. "I shared the womb with you, grew up in the same house and work with you. Having you live in my house too is like over-dosing. I need a break, Randal," she spun around, continuing towards the door.
"You really plan on staying on the road?" Jon asked while they retrieved their gym bags.
"Yeah, I'm too cranky to be around him right now," she shouldered her bag and quirked a brow at him when he held the door open for her.
"What? I can be a gentleman," he said in a defensive tone. "I thought getting laid would help with the crankiness," he smirked; laughing when she shook her head.
"Well that was quick but this Jon Good is the one I know," she laughed softly, getting in the car when he unlocked the doors. "Are we abandoning Joe and Colby?" she asked when he got behind the wheel.
"No, they're coming," he strummed his fingers on the wheel; thinking for a few minutes before he turned to her. "Would you be interested in some company while you stay on the road?" he cocked his head at her; seeing the others make their way to the car and hoped she'd answer before they got in. His friends ribbed him enough about being Ambrosed by this woman already…
"You and I tearing up this town before we move on to the next; do you think it would survive?" she regarded him with a smile.
"Hell no but let's do it anyways," he licked his lips, biting the bottom one and noticed her gaze drift to his mouth.
"Are you sure you don't want to go home and rest up?"
"I can rest when we pass out. Besides, you're officially my hero now after giving Dave that tongue-lashing," he chuckled; his eyes flashing at her.
"Okay," she nodded with a grin.
After driving Colby and Joe to the airport later that day, Jon and Sydney disappeared into their individual rooms to change for their night out. Jon couldn't get the thought of Syd's face during orgasm out of his head. It was so bad he got unbearably hard again and had to jerk one out in the shower, growling her name when he came all over his hand and the tile wall.
"Here's hoping that keeps you in check for a few hours," he told his dick while he brushed his hair back. He grabbed his razor, studied it for a second and put it away when he remembered how fond she was of his scruff. "I can't believe I'm doing this to impress her," he shook his head, staring at his reflection in the mirror 20 minutes later. He made the effort of wearing a pair of nice blue jeans with a black, long-sleeved button-up shirt; rolling up the sleeves to his elbows and settled on black boots. "Here goes nothing," he mumbled, grabbing his wallet, the car keys and room key before leaving his room.
He was surprised when five minutes later, the door to Syd's room opened and the lady walked out. Jon's breath hitched in his throat while his eyes drifted down her body appreciatively. "You're breathtaking, Princess," he said in a low, seductive tone while he walked a circle around her. Her long, wavy brown hair hung loosely around her shoulders to cascade down her back. Her blouse was made of a deep red silk; sleeveless with a plunging neckline, that matched her luscious lips and stopped just at the top of her black leather skirt that was butter soft, tied at the hip and stopped mid-thigh. Black leather high heels completed her ensemble and Jon's eyes just soaked in all of that golden skin. "I'm going to have to beat the hyenas off of you with a stick. Ready, Kitten?" he held out his arm, smiling when she slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow.
"Ready, Tiger," she glanced into those pale blues and, for once, didn't quash the flutter of her heart. He was stunningly handsome with that amazing smile, adorable dimples, blonde hair; that was already starting to curl as it dried, and drop dead physique. As he walked her down the hall to the elevator, her mind drifted over her companion and the way he had constantly tried to get into her pants from the day they took her on as their physiotherapist. She knew the rumors of his sexual conquests and figured he would move on by now since she gave him what he wanted but that didn't appear to be the case. He was actively pursuing her and she wasn't sure how to handle that. While she didn't sleep around like he did, she was equally allergic to relationships like he was. 'Just enjoy your time with the stud, Syd. He's bound to move on sooner or later and things will go back to normal,' she told herself when they walked across the lobby and climbed into the cab he had waiting. "So where are you taking me, Jon? Should I be concerned?" she asked with a raised brow.
"Not at all, sweetheart," he kept his eyes forward, loving the fact that she still had a hold of his arm during the cab ride. "It isn't really my thing but I've noticed you like to dance so I figured we'd hit the club that the rest of our road warriors are headed towards," he shrugged his shoulders, glancing out the window at the line that circled the building. "Keep the change," he tossed a twenty at the driver, opened the door, stepped out and held his hand out. "Come on, Kitten, let's see what kind of trouble we can get into," he grinned, helping her from the car and escorted her directly inside; bypassing the line.
"Looks like our fellow stragglers are up in the VIP area already," she leaned in close to his ear to be heard over the raucous music.
"Why don't you head up and I'll get us some drinks?" he intentionally brushed the shell of her ear with his lips and smirked when she subconsciously tilted her head towards his mouth. "What can I get you, sweetheart?" he rasped seductively, grinning when her eyes fluttered.
"Surprise me," her onyx eyes darted up to his, the challenge there for him to see. Her devilish smirk mirrored his before she turned towards the stairs, flashed her company ID to the bouncer and made her way up.
Jon watched Nic Nemeth stand and hug her; growling under his breath, before he went to the bar to order them drinks. He wasn't blind to what was happening. They'd hit it off as friends almost instantly despite the fact that he flirted with her outrageously. He'd seen her get dangerously close to the action at ringside to check on him or the others and felt tension over her welfare. When Colby kissed her cheek earlier at the gym, he had to mentally restrain himself from smacking one of his two best friends and now he felt the urge to strangle Nic. One taste of the woman and she had a firm grip on him. It was a first for Jon.
"So you decided to stay on the road?" Nic asked her at their table, leaning closer to be heard.
"I needed some alone time away from my brother and this one here decided to keep me company," she cocked her head towards Jon when he took a seat at her side.
"Jon," Nic smiled; always friendly and cheerful. It irritated Jon.
"Nic," he nodded back with a sharp look in his ice blue eyes.
"So what did you bring me?" Syd asked; trying to break this ridiculous tension.
"I thought I'd start us off with tequila shots and beer chasers," he grinned cockily when the waitress placed a bottle, two shot glasses, lime wedges, salt and two beers on the table.
"Are you trying to get me drunk, Good?" Syd arched a brow while Jon poured two shots.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Kitten. Now open up," he smirked, placing a lime wedge at her mouth until she took it between her teeth. "I love how well you obey," he chuckled; grabbing her wrist and licked it before he applied the salt. "The only thing that would make this better is if I could take this shot from between those tits," he wagged his eyebrows; licking the salt from her inner wrist, tossed back the shot and leaned in to close his mouth over the lime, using his teeth to strip all of it off the rind. "Now that was fucking intoxicating," he gasped, running his tongue over his lips while staring into her eyes.
"My turn," she smiled devilishly, moving to straddle his lap. "Open up," she held the lime before his mouth, eyes focused on his mouth when he took it between his teeth. "That's a good boy," she winked at him; grabbing a handful of his hair and pulled his head to the side. Sydney felt him groan when she ran her tongue up the side of his neck; feeling his hands cup her ass while she applied the salt. "Thanks, Niccy," she winked when her friend passed her the shot when she turned. With Jon's hair still firmly in her grip, she slowly ran her tongue up his neck, pulled his head upright when she tossed back her shot and closed her mouth over the lime, pressing her lips to his.
When they separated, they glanced at the table full of their co-workers; most of them with their mouths hanging open. "Fuck, are you two trying to raise the temperature in this fucking place?" Nic asked, fanning himself with a grin. "We need a tequila set up here please!" he waved at the waitress, getting a nod in return.
"See what you've done? This fucking group doing tequila shots while left to our own devices is just dangerous. This place doesn't stand a chance," she smiled down at Jon, clasping her hands behind his neck.
"They aren't the ones I give a shit about and we're plenty dangerous on our own," he gripped her ass, pulling her further into him. "I believe it's my turn," he gripped her hair, pulling her head to the side and smiled when he felt the purr in her throat through his tongue. "Open that mouth for me, baby," he rasped in her ear, feeling his cock harden between them. "You're fucking sexy as hell," he groaned in her ear once he lapped up the salt on her neck, threw his shot back and crashed his mouth upon hers.
The group of wrestlers consisting of Nic, Mike Mizanin, Cody Runnels, Matt Cardona, Ettore Ewen, Saraya-Jade Bevis, Jon and Josh Fatu and Trinity McCray got into full swing after watching Jon and Syd shoot their tequila like pros. The couple kept an eye on the others but mostly at a glance while either of them prepped their next shots. They really didn't care what the others were up to but they tended to stick together like the nomads they are when out on the town.
"Oh girl, we have to dance to this song!" Trinity shouted when Carlos Santana with Rob Thomas came on playing Smooth.
"Oh hell yeah, it has been forever since I've done a decent Cumbia," Syd agreed; taking her hand and glanced at Jon; who shook his head no.
"You Cumbia?" Trinity asked the female Orton, getting a nod in return. "Let's do it, girl. Come on, babe," she grabbed her husband's hand and pulled them both along.
"I'm in!" Nic shouted; following the girls down the stairs along with some of the others.
"Hey Josh," Jon stopped one of the twins before he hit the stairs. "Stick close to Syd, will ya?"
"Sure, bro," he smiled, rushing to catch up to the others.
Jon and Big E watched from the upper level while their group of friends danced together, singing loudly. "Let me guess, Nic?" E asked Jon, getting a nod in return. "He is a shameless flirt. Almost as bad as you," he laughed, patting his friend on the back.
"That dance is damn sexy," Jon cocked his head; watching Syd sway her hips with her arms over her head, dancing with her back to Josh's chest. He chuckled when Nic tried to move in from the front only to have the twin grab her hand and hip to spin them the other way.
"You missed out, man. The Cumbia was considered a mating dance once upon a time. The more sensual the better and I'd say Sydney wouldn't have a problem finding a mate the way she moves that body," he grinned; almost choking on his beer when Josh easily picked her up by the waist and repositioned them again to keep Nic at bay; all the while making it look like it was part of the dance. "He's a good watchdog but I think you'd be better," he elbowed Jon, jutting his chin out towards the dance floor.
"Is it that obvious?" Jon asked while his eyes remained fixed on Syd's gliding body.
"To anyone that knows you and pays attention, my friend," E clapped a big hand down on his back.
"Mating dance huh?" Jon smirked. "I might not know how to Cumbia but I know a good mating dance and the perfect song for it," he took off down the stairs, made his way over to the man running the sound system and spoke into his ear; handing him a few bills before he zeroed in on his brunette beauty. He stood back and waited; watching her and Josh move expertly and in sync with each other while their group sang out the last of the lyrics. 'Fuck, she's beautiful,' he shook his head with a soft smile when they ended their dance with Josh dipping her back over his arm. "Hi there," he waved when her upside down eyes ran up his body to his face. "Mind if I cut in, man?" he asked Josh; who was panting heavily after the exertion.
"Not at all, bro. I might need to lie down after that," he pulled Syd upright and spun her into Jon's arms.
"Hey Josh!" he called out, waiting until he glanced back at him. "Thanks," he nodded.
"It was my pleasure, bro," Josh flashed a dazzling smile when Syd furrowed her brow, before making his way upstairs.
"What was that?"
"Don't worry about it, just dance with me," he whispered in her ear, placing his hands on her hips and pulled her ass flush to his groin when Slow 'an Easy from Whitesnake began.
"Holy shit, this song is hot as fuck," she panted; undulating her body with the opening guitar.
"What a coincidence; that's all I can think about while watching you move," he purred in her ear; his hands drifting over her pelvis while he ground his denim-covered erection against her ass.
Keep on pushing, babe
Like I've never known before
You know you want it crazy, child
I just wanna see you on the floor
Want a superstitious woman
She got a superstitious mind
Jon took Sydney's wrists, raising her arms over her head until her hands settled on his shoulders. He ran his nose over her shoulder, up her neck taking in her scent before sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. She moved one hand into his hair; the other to the back of his neck holding him in place. He ran the back of his fingers down her side, settling on her hip while the other splayed over her exposed mid-drift.
I can't see you, baby
I can't see you anymore, no more
Keep on loving me
Like I've never known before
I want a superstitious woman with a superstitious
A superstitious mind, an' I don't mind, baby
Oh, lookout
The two lost themselves in the song and each others' touch. He continued to move his lips and teeth along her flesh; his hands roaming her body and Sydney allowed him access. She was too far gone in the hard body rubbing against her; feeling his breath on her skin, his hands eagerly mapping her curves. She just managed to open her eyes and catch Trinity and Jon's beaming smiles when the chorus began; clapping her hands over her head and singing along with the crowd.
So take me down, slow an' easy
Make love to me, slow an' easy
Take me down, slow an' easy
Rock me till I'm burned to the bone
Jon spun her around to face him; pulling her in close with one hand on her lower back while he hiked her right leg up to wrap around his hip.
An' take me down, slow an' easy
Make love to me, slow an' easy
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way
So rock me till I'm burned to the bone
His eyes held hers captive while he moved a hand between the folds of her skirt; his fingertips zeroing in on her wet heat. She gasped when he slid the material aside and let his touch dance over her dripping pussy.
So take me down, slow an' easy
Make love to me, slow an' easy
I know that hard luck an' trouble
Is coming my way
So rock me till I'm burned to the bone
Rock me till I'm burned to the bone
Rock me till I'm burned to the bone
"I need you inside of me," she panted against his lips. "No," she cut him off with a shake of her head, "I can't wait to get to the hotel. I need you now," she laced her fingers with his and led him back upstairs. She pulled him passed their table of friends to a couch in the far corner of the VIP area and pushed him down; straddling his lap an instant later. "Your kitty wants you, Jon," she breathed out against his lips, thrusting her tongue in while her hands made quick work of his belt, button and zipper.
"Fuck, Kitten," he growled when she impaled herself on his hard length. "Holy shit, baby," he panted when she began to ride him; moving his hands to her waist to help in their quest for release.
Sydney latched her teeth on to his neck, letting her hands drift through his curly locks while she rode his thick length. Jon angled his hips just right to stab at her g-spot with every penetration. He was in absolute heaven with this beautiful creature on his lap, taking and giving so much pleasure. His only wish was for them to be naked; to feel each others' skin but that could wait until later.
"Are they doing what I think they're doing over there?" Nic asked; glancing over his shoulder with a look of shock on his face.
E let his amused gaze drift over to the couple; Syd's back was facing them, her skirt covered her ass and his lap, but the movement of their hips left no doubt as to what they were doing. "Mind your own business," he stood behind Nic, blocking most of the table's view of the 'mating couple'.
"Fuck, Jon, your cock feels so good," she moaned in his ear, biting down on the lobe.
"Your kitty needs this cock, Princess. She's been waiting for it to make her complete," he gripped her hair, pulling her back a bit to look in her passion-filled eyes. He let his guard drop again, letting his vulnerability show in his eyes before he pulled her mouth to his. His hips continued to piston his dick into his personal heaven until he felt the hitch in her breath. "You gonna cum for me, Kitten?" he asked after releasing her from his kiss.
"Yes," she panted; her eyelids fluttering.
"Stay right here, baby, in my eyes. I have to see you cum," he grunted; holding her head still with his hands. "Just let go, Syd," he growled against her lips; blue eyes darting between obsidian. Her pained expression turned to one of instant bliss when he felt her shatter in his arms and Jon finally let go as well; pulling her into his chest and buried his howl by clamping his teeth down on her shoulder. "Damn, Syd, I could stay inside of you all day," he mumbled when he was coming down from his endorphin-fueled high; clenching his eyes when he felt her tense up. "But you won't let me, will you?" he asked when she pulled back, averting her eyes while she slid off of him.
"That isn't exactly a good idea since we are leaking out of me and making a mess of you," she glanced around for something to clean him up with, shrugged her shoulders and bent forward to take him into her mouth. She could barely suppress the giggle when he hissed while her tongue and mouth cleaned up their combined juices before she pulled free and tucked him back into his pants with a sultry grin on her face. "Let it be said that I clean up after myself," she wagged her eyebrows, fastening his jeans and belt.
"What about you, Kitten?" he cupped her cheek; an unfamiliar look on his handsome face that confused her.
"I can wait for my shower," she shrugged her shoulders, reaching down to move her panties back into place before straightening her skirt out. "That shower is calling to me now because in a minute or two, we will be rolling down my thighs. Let's go say our goodbyes to the others and get out of here," she stood, holding her hand out to pull him to his feet. "We're headed back to the hotel, girl," Syd hugged Trinity from behind; returning the twins' smiles. "Thank you for the dance, Josh," she moved to kiss his cheek.
"Anytime, Syd," he blushed with a grin.
"What has you frowning, my friend?" E asked Jon while Syd said goodbye to the others. "From what I saw for a moment, you were having a hell of a time over there," he jerked his head back towards the corner they had recently occupied.
"I did, man. She is something else; beyond amazing, takes care of me unlike anyone ever has before. She's beautiful, smart, caring, and amazing in bed…and a couch," he shrugged his shoulders with a slight blush, "but she doesn't do relationships," he sighed.
"I thought you didn't do them either?"
"I never considered one until her," he hung his head, running a hand through his messy hair.
"If she is what you want to settle down with then I have no doubt that you'll figure it out, Jon. Just don't give up on her," he patted Jon on the back when he saw Syd headed towards them.
"That isn't a possibility anymore, man. She's in my blood now," he smirked at his friend before holding his hand out to take Syd's, leading her downstairs and out of the club.
AN: Review to continue but here's a twist. I'm asking my readers to submit where they would like to read Jon and Syd getting busy. Hahaha! The club was a request and so is the one coming up next so hit me with your preference in your review. It isn't difficult to work in just about anything considering the touring schedule so locale isn't an issue. Having something to work on makes putting out a chapter a lot easier! Hugs!