Chapter 19

"You're worried our friendship will change." He said slowly, knowing for now sex would be more than enough. Jon had been around the block enough times to know that eventually, sex led to more; this would be the first time for him where he actually wanted that, but… he was patient. "Kitten," He gripped her by the hips, pulling her up onto her toes, so she was pressed against his rock-hard body. "Don't overthink it, we're always going to be friends, friends with benefits if you want." His hands were moving to her ass, palming her cheeks. "Trust me, Tres."

"I do." She murmured, taking his hand again to pull him over to the side of the building and brought his face down to hers, passionately kissing him. It was darkness and nobody would see them. "I need you inside of me, Daddy. Right now." She breathed against his lips, already unfastening the belt of his jeans, and pulled back enough to pull her panties down, kicking them to the side. "Unload inside of me right against this building…" Parking lot sex sounded incredible and Jon was adventurous enough to do it, a smile crossing her face the moment he lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist. "God, fuck me, Jon…"

Aware she was going to regret this in the morning because this brick building wasn't as giving as his muscular body, Jon positioned himself against her wet sex. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit, hearing her hissing, and felt her hips wriggling, trying to get him inside of her. "Impatient much, kitten?" He rumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck right before snapping his own hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her receptive body.

His breath was gone, she felt like she had been made for him, tight and hot, and she was trembling, feeling her hands digging into his shoulders. Jon kissed her pulse point, moving his arms to wedge them between her back and the wall, keeping her from getting too messed up. Jon was bigger than she realized or thought, her body stretching to its limits to accommodate his massive girth.

"Oh…goddamn…Jon…" She panted in his ear, clinging to him for dear life, and knew this would be over very fast.

Tressa did not care if her back got scratched up, but she could feel Jon's arm, stopping her from being harmed. This man always put her well-being before anything else, even while being balls deep inside of her. Turning her head, Tressa captured his mouth to sear his lips with hers, moving in rhythm with him, and enjoyed the animalistic nature Jon showed her.

They were in a public place and, even though it was dark, they could still get caught. If someone came right up to them. He doubted it, but he didn't think the WWE wouldn't appreciate two of its employees getting busted for public indecency. If he had hurt her, she didn't say so, and Jon rocked in and out of her tiny body, knowing if he really went to town, he could probably break her in half. Hell, maybe Tressa wanted to be broken. He had to move his hands down, cupping her bare ass, and began moving her on him with sheer strength.

"You're so fucking tight, darlin'…" He kissed down her neck, sinking teeth into the fleshy area where shoulder and neck met.

Being broken by Jon was a delicious thought as Tressa's eyes slammed shut, feeling his teeth sinking into her flesh. She bit down on his shoulder as well, through the material and it caused him to growl. It was the only way to keep herself from screaming out in ecstasy.

"You're so big, Jon…god, make me cum…make me cum for you…" She panted in his ear, nipping his lobe and another growl escaped him as he pressed used pure strength to let her bounce on and off his dick.

He would not press her back against the building and Tressa could feel her climax building rapidly. Maybe having their first time in a parking lot wasn't the best place, but Tressa wasn't complaining and neither was Jon, both lost in the moment with each other. Jon definitely wasn't complaining, though in all the times he had envisioned this potential moment, outside of a club had not been in any of the fantasies. Sweat was beading on his body as he thrust his hips up each time he brought her down. Feeling her beginning to quiver and shake against him, all around him, it sent delicious vibrations through him.

"Cum for me, kitten," He ordered harshly, knowing his own release wasn't far off. "FUCK!" Jon didn't care who heard that, her pussy had just locked down on him and he couldn't breathe.

It was the most exquisite torture ever and he powered on, refusing to stop.

Slamming her lips down on his, Tressa's cries were muffled as her climax hit hard, crashing over her intensely and forced her body to shudder. Her climax forced Jon's body to submit, his seed exploding inside of her and he kept thrusting, filling her to the brink. Tressa trembled, not pulling her lips away from his because another cry was muffled, her breathing harsh. Her back met the wall as Jon settled her there, pressing his body against hers and kept thrusting until he physically could not do it anymore, his limp dick sliding out of her. They both groaned at the loss of each other and she pressed her forehead against his, laughing breathlessly.

"That was better than I envisioned, Daddy." She kissed him again as he slowly let her slide down the length of his body until her heeled feet met the pavement. Jesus, her thighs were trembling and Jon kept an arm around her while retrieving her panties with a swipe of his free hand. "Thanks." She slipped them back on quickly, leaning against Jon's side while still catching her breath.

"So," Jon huffed, a hand coming up to rest over his rapidly beating heart as he cracked a grin down at her. He then began tucking himself back into his jeans, feeling more than a little drained, but definitely in a good, relaxing way. This time, it had been HIS name coming from her lips. "You've envisioned that, huh?" He had not missed that at all and needed a cigarette after that short, lusty bout.

Stepping away from the wall, feeling his pockets, Jon pulled out his semi-new pack, offering her one. Once nicotine had filtered through his system, he felt a lot better and leaned an arm against the wall, staring down at her through the very horrible lighting of the one streetlight that actually worked. Even muffled, it was clearly Jon's name she had wanted to shout out to the heavens and nobody else, including her dead husband. Tressa flushed, realizing what she confessed to him, and nodded, taking a drag of her own cigarette.

"Ever since what happened between us in Vegas. I…thought it would happen then."

He had backed off for some reason, however, and she still didn't understand why. Other than she'd been a complete emotional wreck, which made perfect sense. Tressa wished her thighs would stop trembling and wondered what would happen now that they had sex in a club parking lot, of all places. She had been the one to initiate it all and even took her own panties off. Did Jon think less of her for basically jumping him?

"Do you want to go back inside or head to the hotel to be more comfortable?"

"I don't think either of us wants to go back inside." For one, he wasn't mixing sweat from that hot club with the need to wash because dry cum on himself wasn't a fun feeling he had going on, and she probably felt the same. He had gone off like a geyser and there were several months of pent-up aggression he had just filled her with. "You got your shit?" Jon asked, watching as she felt her pocket for something, and then nodded. "Good." Wrapping his arm around her neck, pulling her into him, Jon was mindful of the cigarette in her hand and guided her away from his new favorite spot. "Hotel it is, darlin'." They weren't done with tonight, he definitely had more gas in the tank, but they weren't going to be shacking up against any more public buildings tonight either.

Jon wasn't going to tempt fate and go to jail.

Tressa wasn't done with him either, holding his hand the entire ride back to the hotel. Why didn't she feel guilty about this? Shouldn't she feel terrible for sleeping with another man that wasn't Joseph? Jon wasn't just anyone…he was her best friend and not a stranger. They made small talk on the way back, mostly Jon telling her about what he did with Colby and Joe. Playing video games, belching, farting, eating pizza…it sounded like every bachelor's wet dream.

"So, no pornos eh?"

She laughed at the look on his face as he pulled into the hotel and parked the car. Unfastening her seatbelt, Tressa slid out of the car and immediately took his hand again, letting Jon guide her to the back instead of going in the front because there were countless fans swarming the entrance. The moment they were inside her room, Jon's mouth descended hungrily on hers again and lifted her in his arms, carting her to the bathroom for a much-needed cleanse. There would be NO porno watching with other men, that just made it an uncomfortable, half-assed circle jerk and Jon wasn't into that sort of thing. He was a pretty experimental kind of guy, but not THAT experimental. There were lines.

"I'm thinking about making a porno with you." He rumbled, snorting when she began shaking her head, depositing her pert backside on the countertop before reaching in to start the shower. "Arms up, Kitten." He ordered, watching as she obeyed and grabbed the hem of Tressa's shirt, slowly sliding it up over her stomach, her breasts, and finally off of her, tossing it out the open bathroom door.

"You too, Daddy."

Tressa slid her hands up his muscle shirt, taking her time to devour his body, and pressed soft kisses against his abs. They were delicious…this man had taken his rehabilitation to the next level and his body made her mouth water. She pushed the shirt all the way up over his head, having to reach up to the point of straining, and tossed his shirt out the door along with hers. Or rather, Suzy's. Jon lifted her from the counter to remove her skirt and panties, then turned her around to unfasten her bra with his teeth. The bathroom was nice and steamy as she turned to unfasten his jeans, pushing them down his very long legs. Once they were both completely naked, Jon drew her into his arms under the hot sprays and Tressa took the band out of her hair, tossing it over the curtain before letting him devour her all over again. Honestly, Jon was more addicting than Vodka and cigarettes combined…a dangerous, delicious combination.

"Jon…"

"Yes, Tres?"

His hands glided down her wet body, slowly lowering himself to his knees in the shower before her. Tilting his head back, Jon smiled wickedly up at her before slowly running his tongue up along her slit. He heard her hiss before her fingers were in his short hair, nails in his scalp. She tasted like both of them and smelled delicious, she smelled like…him. It was bringing out something primal in him and he growled, burying his face in her pussy, hearing his name coming from those beautiful lips again.

Joe had cancer.

Leukemia.

Every employee was surrounding monitors backstage to watch his announcement and Tressa couldn't feel her legs. Tears slid down her cheeks slowly, seeing the tears in Joe's eyes while he announced to the world about battling Leukemia for 11 years. It had been in remission at a young age, but now it was back, and he had to relinquish the WWE Universal championship he'd been chasing for years. Suzanne and Tabitha stared at the screen with tears in their own eyes, but they weren't nearly as close to the Shield boys as Tressa.

Her heart ached for Joe and she excused herself once his announcement was over, Jon and Colby walking out on the top of the stage to meet him. The haunted look in Jon's eyes…Tressa would never forget it as long as she lived. He was doing everything in his power to hold back tears while Colby let them flow freely, along with Joe, who was trying to be strong. When they got backstage, Tressa was there and immediately walked over to Joe, leaning up to hug him tightly around the neck. Joe hadn't told anyone about this, not even his closest friends, so everyone was in shock.

"We're always here for you, Joe. Don't ever forget that, all right?" Tressa whispered in his ear, squeezing him probably a little too tight.

"I know, baby girl, I know…" Joe murmured in return, knowing he had shocked everyone with his announcement, but it had to be done.

Tressa nodded, pulling back, and glanced over at Jon, who still had that look in his eyes and all she wanted to do was go to him, but…they decided not to involve their personal lives at work. They had been sleeping together for just about a month now, sharing hotel rooms together and she was still staying at his house in Vegas. Things had been going great – sex had taken over her addiction to Vodka, but not cigarettes. Tressa was getting proper sleep again and sleeping in Jon's arms felt amazing...comfortable, and their friendship had gotten stronger, if that was possible.

Now…everything had shattered and had fallen to pieces again.

Jon was in shock, so was Colby. Jon couldn't even cry, though it felt like he wanted too, or he should. Hell, nothing made sense right now. How could Joe hide this from them? His best friends? A little nagging voice at the back of his head told him that wasn't fair because it wasn't like he was exactly forthcoming with his own health issues, or mental health issues as it were. Though Tressa, being with her, had been sort of helping with that. Having sex and getting scratched up had really made Jon stop and start thinking and working through those issues.

"Damn it." He hissed, waiting until Tressa was out of the way before clobbering his friend with another hug.

"It's all right, bro, I'm gonna get through this. I just gotta go get this taken care of." Joe murmured in his best friend's ear, feeling Jon trembling slightly, and cupped the back of his head, knowing everything had changed with this announcement. "I gotta jet, man. Gotta flight to catch to Pensacola to start treatment." Pulling back, Joe scrubbed hands down his face just as all the women wrestlers came up to crowd him with a group hug, kissing the top of their heads.

Then Nia came up to him, his cousin, holding her close while Jon and Colby were ushered away to have an emergency meeting for tonight's show.

Tressa reluctantly went back to her table, wrapping her arms around herself and instead of going back to work, she went outside for a much-needed nicotine fix…and a good cry.