A knock at the hotel door caught my attention and immediately a smirk played on my face. It wasn't just a knock. It was a specific one. One that had become a regular occurrence as of lately. Usually around 2, maybe 3 in the morning.
There it was again.
I rinsed out my mouth, putting my toothbrush back down in its travel tube before walking out to open the door.
"Where's he off to this time? I cocked my brows as Maryse leaned across the door frame.
"Doing an appearance in Cleveland." She answered.
"And he just left you all alone? Defenseless?"
She slipped off her winter coat, draping it across the chair and slid off her Ugg boots
Instead of being a good little wife and sleeping alone, whenever Mike had to catch an early flight or was going to be out of town for a short period of time, she'd show up at my doorstep. No matter what town. No matter the distance. She'd show.
Sometimes she'd show up dressed in full on lingerie, other times- like tonight, she'd show up in pajamas. It was a comfort that had developed over time that didn't call for any extra prep before she fell into my bed.
I didn't know the type of guy Mike was, but while I appreciated the whore makeup and the extra special lingerie, I preferred my women laid back - fresh faced, boy shorts, beater.
Anyone who saw Maryse could tell she was high-class. She always had expensive clothes. Never a hair out of place. There were only two people she was this intimate with. Her husband. And me - the scruffy, messy, "dirty little street rat" that she couldn't seem to get enough of.
She turned to face me, confusion written across her face. "Defenseless?" She laughed.
I closed the distance between us, my hand reaching behind to grab a handful of her hair, pulling it tightly, but gently. She shrieked as my other hand traveled down her curves to her ass, grabbing it hard.
"You didn't think you could just call me a dirty little street rat and not have to pay for it, did you?" I asked, holding her flush against me.
I could feel her pulse, feel her chest rising and falling with every breath. I looked down, enjoying the view of her cleavage as her chest turning red like they usually did when she was getting turned on.
"Convincing wasn't it?" She breathed out, a teasing smirk on her face. "You know I had to say something. He is my husband after all."
"And yet look where you ended up." I smirked, lowering my head to trace my tongue up her neck to her jawline.
She moaned, her head coming up to grab my hair, holding me just as close. I lifted her up shoving her against the wall grinding my hips against her now wide open legs as they wrapped around me.
She pulled my head away, looking at my lips, then up to my eyes as they narrowed on mine. It was a wonder I could keep my dick at only half-staff when I was in the ring with her. In private she looked at me the same as she did when we were face to face. Daring me to do something. And I always delivered. Lucky for me, i always got to beat her husbands ass on stage and let out some of the aggression I'd undoubtedly let out on her at night.
She opened her mouth to speak but my lips locked on her again. Tongues fighting for dominance as her hands roamed down my body to grab ahold of my t-shirt, pulling it off me. I reached for her beater, grabbing it roughly before she stopped me.
"Easy - it's the only shirt I bought." She mouthed as she tried catching her breath.
I smirked, looking at the only object coming between her skin and mine.
"Your mistake" I replied, tearing it off with both hands before lifting her up higher so her tits were against my face, immediately popping one of her nipples into my mouth.
"You're a fucking animal!" She moaned out, half in anger, half in pleasure.
She knew was she was in for when she first started coming around. She got exactly what she had coming to her. No people kissing her ass, telling her what she wanted to hear, doing what she said to like the spoiled little bitch she was.
No, with me it was my way or no way. I think that's why she liked it so much. That and that I always made her cum hard enough that her eyes rolled back.
I flicked my tongue across her nipple, switching between roughly sucking or biting as I alternated tits, making the little buds swollen to twice their size. I could tell how much she enjoyed it from how hot her pussy was getting.
I pulled away abruptly, walking us to the bed before dropping her down on it. She squealed with amusement as she looked at me, anxiously watching as I dropped my boxers. Licking her lips, she started to sit up, her hungry eyes focused on my cock as it sprang fee.
I stroked it, watching her get closer, her tongue sliding across the tip to lick up the pre-cum before I shoved her back climbing over her so that I was almost sitting on her chest.
"What're you -"
I cut her off before she could finish. Grabbing her hair, I held her head up, lightly slapping her face so that she'd open her mouth before shoving my dick in and fucking her throat. She sucked hard, using her tongue expertly while she moaned. I looked behind me to see her hands inside of her shorts, playing with her pussy, working quickly to make herself cum.
But I wasn't going to let her yet. I reached behind, grabbing her hands at the wrists holding them both in one hand. She groaned out at the loss of sensation but I smirked, focusing again on using her mouth as my own toy.
After another minute I pulled out, leaving her gasping for air as I climbed off of her, admiring the sight of her swollen lips, her chest rising and falling making her tits bounce. I stroked my dick, using her spit as lubricant while enjoying the view. She laid back, awaiting my next move through her eyes pleaded with me to give her what she wanted.
I lifted her legs up, letting my hands slide down the smooth skin as I grabbed the waistband of her shorts, pulling them off and tossing them to the ground before spreading her legs to take a good look her her.
She was soaked. She was always soaked for me.
Unable to help myself, I let my hand slide down until my fingers reach her wet folds. My thumb brushed past her clit, eliciting a small moan before it got deeper as I slide one of my fingers in, sliding in and out slowly. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes as I lowered myself between her legs, flicking my tongue against her clit as I inserted another finger. I curled them up, quickening my pace but only a little as my tongue lapped up her sweet juices.
Just to make her squeal again, I raked my teeth across her clit and she did just that. I could play her body like a fiddle without even trying.
I stood, spreading her legs with my knees as I positioned myself in between them, running my cock through her folds. She rested one of her legs over my shoulders, watching me, her hand once against traveling down to her pussy.
In one swift motion, I was in, moving in and out slowly at first to let her adjust as I made my way in to the hilt. She threw her head back, moaning out an "oh god" as she played with herself. I held her leg up, rocking my hips faster, rougher, hitting into her harder but she could take it. She loved it. I went deeper with every thrust she got just kept getting wetter.
I leaned in, taking one of her nipples into my mouth again, biting it hard enough to make her scream before flicking my tongue against it to sooth it again.
She placed her hands on my shoulders, pushing me off her and I complied, lifting a bit only to have her roll on top of me, started to ride my dick as she lowered her lips to mine, one hand on the bed for balance, the other on my cheek, sucking and swirling my tongue. I held a fistful of her hair again, keeping her back arched as I lifted my hips to meet hers, grabbing her ass hard to hold her spread wide for me.
My finger teased her asshole, using the juices from her pussy to lube it up while I played with it. She laid her head on my shoulder, her moans getting lower as her breath quickened.
"Dean." She breathed out, nails digging into my shoulders as I sat us up, thrusting inside of her faster, bring both of us closer to the edge.
Before we knew it, we both came. Every muscle in her body tensed in her orgasm. Her pussy milking my dick for every last drop as I hit mine. Panting, I fell back on the bed, her collapsing on top of me with my cock still inside of her. Our chest rising and falling in unison as we tried to catch our breaths.
Reaching behind her, she grabbed the sheets, pulling them over her back to cover us as she rested her head in the crook of my neck.
"Why do you always smell like a some dive bar and cheap whiskey?" She asked in her usually snarky tone, running her nails through my beard.
"Drives you crazy doesn't it?" I laughed, tracing the curve of her back with my fingers.
She didn't answer but I could feel the smile on her lips before she pressed a kiss on my collarbone and closing her eyes.