Hannah stood in line for the tickets to Friday Night Smackdown. Her Drew McIntyre tee clung to her waist as she tapped her foot impatiently.
"Could this line move any slower?" She grumbled to herself.
"I believe so, actually." Someone with a thick, Scottish accent responded.
She began to turn but the man held her still.
"I don't want ye to know who I am just yet."
Her shoulders tensed up as he massaged them.
"I's alright." He whispered in her ear.
She knew that voice very well. But no, it wasn't him… couldn't be…
A second later she was spun around. Her suspicions were confirmed as she saw the tall, rugged, Scotsman standing in front of her.
"You… you're Drew McIntyre." She stuttered.
A confident smirk made its way across his face.
"Tha's me name. Don't wear it out. Tha's a very nice shirt, by the way."
She looked down and blushed when she realized his face graced the front of her blouse.
"I'm flattered. I don't believe I caught your name."
"H-Hannah." She replied nervously.
He grinned and pulled something out of his jean's pocket. He waved the front row seat in her face.
"Now Hannah, I don't see why a pretty girl such as yourself is waitin' in line for some tickets. As you probably know, all of us superstars get seats to give to whomever we wish. It'd be rather easy for a lass like you to get some."
"W-what do you mean?" She raised an eyebrow, slightly seeing what he was hinting at.
"Well I mean, that if you'd do me a favor or two, this ticket is yours." He leaned in and whispered in Hannah's ear. His hot breath tickled her skin.
She shivered as his intentions became very obvious.
She thought his offer over and concluded that she was going to do it. She would get to sleep with this gorgeous man, and on top of that get a front row seat to a WWE show.
The Scotsman smiled, satisfied when the young girl nodded. He hooked his arm through hers and walked her to the hotel the WWE superstars were staying in. She took deep breaths, trying to hold back the excitement flowing through her as they stepped in the elevator. She couldn't help but stare at the tall, muscular man, smirking beside her. He placed a firm arm around her waist, and she could have melted into him. She stole another quick glance at his large frame and found his eyes wandering down her body. He licked his full lips before meeting her gaze. He chuckled humorlessly as the elevator stopped on his floor. He grabbed her wrist and took long, powerful strides down the hall. She ogled his burly legs as they flexed underneath his dark wash jeans with every step.
As they reached his room, he gestured for her to retrieve the room key from his back pocket. She slid her hand into the fold, hand grazing him for a second longer than necessary. She handed him the key and he unlocked the door, giving her a gentle but much needed push inside. She grinned as she smelled the soothing candles lit around the room. He had apparently planned on coming back with a fan girl.
He shed his shirt, revealing his rock hard abs. She instinctively reached out to touch them. She ran her long, slender fingers over his six pack. A slight moan escaped his parted lips as she did so.
"My face is certainly placed interestingly." He smiled, pointing to her shirt with him on it. He stroked his own head, caressing her breast in the process. She shivered at his touch.
"Anything specific you want me to do?" She asked before beginning to pleasure him.
He shook his head.
"Just make me feel good."
He laid back on the mattress as she rid herself of clothing. Dragging it out for his enjoyment. His hands balled into fists as he licked his lips.
She straddled him, slowly unbuckling his belt and sliding down his jeans. She let her fingers stroke him through his black boxers.
"Mmm." He closed his eyes as she took off the last thing separating their bodies, his boxers.
She took advantage of his closed eyes. Her attempt to surprise him was successful, he gasped as his cock was enveloped by her hot, wet, waiting mouth. She moved her head up and down. So slow, it was painful for the Scotsman. Her tongue swirled around his now fully erect manhood. His nails clutched onto the headboard. Hannah stopped teasing and bobbed her head faster and faster. She tried to deep throat him, taking all of him in her mouth, she choked as his cock hit her gag reflex.
"There's too much of me for you to handle." He grinned.
This pissed her off. There wasn't anything she couldn't handle. So she attempted a second time, this time she was successful. All it took was Drew's single moan of her name to make her smile. This had an effect on Drew he held her head by the neck, moving it harder over him.
"Fuck, Hannah, I'm not going to last." He grunted.
She reluctantly stopped mouthing his dick and sat up straight, wondering what to do next.
Before she could finish her thoughts, a loud moan shot out of her as Drew took her nipple in his mouth.
"Oh god Drew." She breathed.
He was happy with her reaction, he made his fingers walk down her body. Making sure to make contact with every sensitive place. His hand came to a stop as he reached between her legs. Her entire body tensed up. He stroked her entrance with a single thick, strong finger. Slowly, moving himself into her. She gasped as he rotated it inside of her. He grinned as her warm, moist, walls contracted to him. Slowly, he inserted more until three were deep in her.
Her breaths became unsteady as he moved them in unison. He climbed on top of her with his fingers still in place, causing her to write in pleasure under him.
It was getting hard for Drew to control himself. He just wanted to fuck her. Fuck her good and hard. But he wanted to make this last. As soon as they finished, he'd give her the ticket and she'd leave him. Of that, he was sure. So he held himself back, continuing to play with her as she called his name.
He glanced up to see the expression on her beautiful face. She was biting her lip, her eyes were scrunched closed tightly.
He moved his head down so it was level with her clit. He carefully slid his tongue up her. Her noise just turned him on more. He began, sucking, licking, even biting the moisture out of her. Her nails dug in to his shoulder blades pulling him closer. He hesitated for a moment.
"Please… fuck me." She whimpered. That was all it took for him to lose his control.
He moved back up and began kneading her thighs as he jammed into her. He couldn't resist her plump, deep red lips any longer and smashed there lips together, while thrusting his hips. She screamed into his mouth in ecstasy. He muffled her sounds with fierce kisses. Truth be told, he thought of her as more than just a fan girl. The minute he laid eyes on her, he knew there was something different about her.
"Open your eyes, Hannah. I want to see you come." He whispered softly into her ear.
Her stunning big brown eyes opened and met his deep blue pools. You could feel the sparks between them. He could see her eyes glazing over, the stars dancing in them. His lips brushed over her smooth cheek. He stopped for a second, still deep inside of her and took his hair out of the tight ponytail it always remained in. Hannah smiled and looked up at this man braced over her. Not like she always had before on television. Like a crazy hot man, who she'd love to fuck around with. Although he was still very attractive she now saw him as an actual person. A man just like everyone else. He needed love. Comfort. A shoulder to cry on. Knowing that when he came home, there was someone waiting with a hug and kiss just for him.
He thrust his hips a few more times and then his movements became erratic. He came, bursting inside of her. She came soon after. His knees gave in and he collapsed on top of her, taking her breath away.
"Oops." He apologized and rolled beside her, arm over her shoulders.
"S'okay." She said, out of breath.
He sighed and placed a light kiss on her forehead, knowing that his time with her was limited. It was only a matter of time before she would ask for the ticket. He'd give it to her and she would leave with a hasty goodbye. He knew how this worked, it never lasted.
Twenty minutes passed, the room stayed silent. Hannah just laid in his arms, snuggled to his chest, savoring this, wondering how much longer it would be before he asked her to leave.
She cringed as he got ready to speak. She really didn't want to go. She didn't even know if she'd be able to after all they had just shared. She scrunched her eyes and prepared for the worst. She didn't expect what was coming.
"Here's your ticket." He sighed and pulled it out of his pants that lay on the ground.
"Something wrong?" She asked, noticing the expression on his face.
"Ye- just forget about it." His eyes closed lightly and he grimaced.
She took his hand. He jerked it away.
"Please… forget it. Just leave. Leave… like they all do."
The pained look on his face hurt her, she reached out and caressed his cheek with the back of her hand.
His eyes opened and she noticed tears brimming them. She leaned in to kiss him but he backed away.
"Please. Don't. Don't make me get any more attached to you than I already am. Jus-just go." He choked back tears and looked down at his feet hanging off the edge of the mattress. She stood but stayed in the room, directly in front of him.
He slowly glanced up only to be met by her piercing brown eyes boring, deep into his.
"Drew, I'm not going anywhere." She whispered, before kissing his cheek.