Seth looked around the packed club. Several of them had gone out together after the house show but he was sitting on his own by a table. He was watching people. Searching for someone to take home. The place was packed with beautiful and sexy women but none of them peaked his interest.
He moved his eyes back to the bar. Kenya stood up there on her own. She looked sad. He knew she missed her little sister Liv since she had been moved to SmackDown in the shakeup. Kenya Morgan was not part of the Riott Squad or teaming with anyone else. She was a single's competitor but she was close with her sister. Seth knew Kenya missed Liv and felt a bit alone.
The Morgan sisters were a few of the women on the roster that Seth hadn't touched. They used to look alike with their blonde hair and blue eyes. Kenya was four years older than Liv. Liv had dyed her hair pink, Kenya had added red and black stripes to her blonde hair. Liv was a brat, Kenya was more mature and easier to talk to. There was a calmness to Kenya that could not be found in Liv.
To Seth, Kenya was the attractive one of the two sisters. He liked a crazy bitch in bed from time to time but never one he had to deal with afterwards. That's why Liv was out of the question. That and her age. She was too young and too wild for him. Kenya on the other hand. He had avoided her for other reasons but he always had his eyes on her. Unlike the other women, she didn't seem to talk to him to try and get a piece of him. She talked to him because she wanted to. There was never an agenda behind her words and actions.
His reputation was already known to everyone and the women happily went to bed with him. He set up some rules before taking that step with them. No relationships. No emotions in the arenas. Pure sex and a good night's sleep afterwards. He would swap them around when he got tired of them but always kept a good relationship with them for when he felt the need to use them again.
He hadn't realized he was staring at Kenya until she turned her head and her blue eyes settled on his brown eyes. She smiled and nodded in his direction before turning her gaze back to her bacardi breezer. Seth grabbed his beer, stood up and walked over to her. Since no woman did it for him in the club tonight, he might as well talk to someone he liked. He leaned his elbow on the counter and looked at her.
"Hi, Kenya," he said.
"Hi, wizard," she said.
The little pet name made him smirk. He didn't know why she always called him that but he liked it. She didn't call anyone else wizard. It was a name only for him and it made him feel a bit special.
"Found your target yet?" She asked.
"My target?" He raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"You always bring someone home after a night out. Who are you gonna fuck today, mister Monday night Rollins?" She asked.
Something in the tone of her voice sent shivers through him. There was a hint of seduction there. He might have been avoiding taking that step with her up until now but suddenly he didn't know why he hadn't tried going for her before.
"I don't know," he put the same tone of seduction in his voice. "Maybe you."
"Do I get a choice or do you just snap your fingers and then I obey?" She asked.
"Whatever works as long as I get to take you home," he answered.
"Try it. Snap your fingers," she said.
He snapped his fingers and she started laughing. He couldn't help but laugh either.
"I can't believe you just did that," she said.
"Me neither," he said.
He moved a hand up to her face, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. He ran his fingers down her neck and kept his hand there while leaning in to her ear.
"You always got a choice, Kenya. What I can do is promise you that you won't regret it. I never leave a woman unsatisfied," he said. "So what is it gonna be?"
He felt her hands on his hips through his clothes. She had a gentle touch but still firm enough for him to know the answer before she actually said the words.
"Take me home," she said.
Home meant his hotel room. It was a short walk in the cool night. They walked side by side like two friends, not holding hands or anything. It wasn't until they were inside his hotel room that he threw himself at her, kissing her with a passion that made her feel lightheaded.
"These!" He tugged on her jeans. "Off!"
She raised one foot at the time, unzipping her boots to pull them off while he kicked off his sneakers. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, opened the four buttons of her jeans before moving his hands to her tee and pulling it off. He moved his hands to her breasts, touching her through the bra, kissing her neck while she pushed her jeans down her legs and kicked them off.
"Mmm," he hummed lowly.
His hands moved back around, unhooking her bra, pushing the straps down her shoulders and sending the bra to the floor. He spun her around in his arms, kissing her again while she started opening his jeans. He felt both jeans and briefs being tugged down his thighs and then he let out a hiss as her hand closed around his dick. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.
"Damn, Kenya, you're fast," he chuckled.
"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted this," she said.
"I didn't say that I don't," he said. "I'm just used to..."
He didn't finish the sentence. Instead he finished the job with getting his jeans and briefs off.
"Used to what?" She asked.
"Something else," he pulled his tee off. "But right now it's you and me, baby, so let's continue."
He kissed her again while getting her down on the bed. He grabbed her panties and slid them down her legs. For a second he couldn't believe he had a naked Kenya Morgan in his bed. Something he never thought he'd go for. She was even more tempting than he had imagined in his head.
He pushed her legs apart with his hands. He kissed up her thighs while his fingers slowly started running circles on her clit. She moaned lowly and he didn't think his dick could ache that painfully by something so small. It had to wait though. He had a reputation to uphold. He hadn't been lying back in the club when he told her he never left a woman unsatisfied.
He moved his fingers from her clit and replaced them with his tongue. He started slowly with his tongue too, listening to her moans and feeling the way she moved her body around to get the best angle. He loved a woman working with him like that. He sped up little by little, pushing two fingers inside her to add to her pleasure.
"Seth!" She whimpered.
She reached for him blindly but he grabbed both her wrists in his free hand and held them on her stomach. Instead she started moving more, riding his face from underneath the best way she could. He kept moving his tongue and fingers, going faster to get her where she wanted to go. She sounded so beautiful when she fell apart, crying and shaking, cumming because of him.
He raised his head with a grin, feeling proud of what he had done. He crawled up her body, finding her lips in a searing kiss while he pushed his dick inside her. She arched her back and moaned, once again giving him all he wanted as he took her body thrust by thrust.
It went on for several minutes, both of them lost in pleasure. It wasn't until she started clencing up that he realized he had messed up with her. He had forgotten to put down the ground rules. He knew she already knew about his reputation but it was important to him that the women knew what they were getting themselves into with him. He stopped without warning and she looked up at him in annoyance which only made her look so cute. He knew she had been close to cumming, and it really was an asshole move on his part to stop in that moment.
"I don't do relationships," he said.
She furrowed her brows but she didn't say anything. He didn't give her any room to speak anyway. He needed to get it out fast.
"This is who I am. This is what I do. I fuck my way around with a woman for a while but everything stays behind closed doors. After a while I move on. Sometimes I come back again for more. I live by simple rules. No feelings. Don't ask, don't tell," he said.
"I know how you work, Seth. The female locker room is one big gossip zone. I can tell you exactly who you've fucked, when, where and how," she said. "Now, are you gonna make me cum or not?"
He grinned at her, grabbed her wrists, slammed them down on the bed in a grip she couldn't get out of and then started moving again. He kept his head raised to watch her as he started slamming into her faster and harder. He wanted to see her fall apart. He wanted to see exactly what he could do to her. He didn't have to wait long before she started shaking and cried out. The sight was enough to give him the final push to fall over the edge too.
He collapsed down on her, pushed his arms under her to hold her tight as they both fought to catch their breath. He finally gathered enough strength to turn his head to kiss her neck a couple of times before raising his head again to look at her. She looked spent and absolutely beautiful.
"Do you wanna clean up in the bathroom first?" He asked.
"No, you go first," she said.
He gave her a short kiss and then moved away from her and out of bed.
"I usually order breakfast as room service in the morning. What should I order for you?" He asked.
"Breakfast?" She looked surprised.
"I know what I am but I'm not an asshole. We fuck, we sleep, we eat breakfast. Rinse and repeat. But you don't have to give me an answer now. You can tell me in the morning," he said.
He walked out in the bathroom and closed the door. He looked in the mirror with a smug smile on his face. He had done it. He had taken home the ultimate prize. To him, Kenya had always been worlds apart from the other women. Too good even. There was an unknown and deeper world hidden in those blue eyes of hers. A world that he was sure no one but Liv knew, if Liv even knew. He wasn't completely sure about that. He shook his head, still smiling, peed and cleaned himself up. He opened the door to the room again.
"Should we take a shower together?" He asked.
He stepped out and looked around surprised. She wasn't there anymore. Her clothes was gone too. There was no note or anything left for him. While he had been busy smiling at himself in the mirror, she had gotten dressed and left him. She had used him like he had used her.