A/N: I noticed that majority of the twenty-something stories on my account are just one-shots. So, I decided to organize the Randy Orton and John Cena one-shots into multi-chapter collections.
"Here ya go, Jade. It's on the house," George the bartender said to me as he handed me my favorite drink, a strawberry daiquiri.
Though George calls me Jade, my name is actually Misty. I was given the nickname Jade for my green eyes. Another common nickname for me is Mystique, given to me by this comic book weirdo I used to date. I do like the X-Men, but he seemed borderline obsessed with them.
Almost every Friday, I would sit in this very spot in this very popular bar just off Times Square. It was to search for a new victim to my charms, a task almost too easy. The hard part was seeing if I could return even half of the affection they felt for me. I turned around to look back at George who leaned on the bar table, shaking his head at me. For the record, George is the bartender and the owner of this club. Also, he's my youngest and most favorite uncle.
"Find any lookers, Jade?" he asked me.
"Don't I always?" I say with a cocky smirk, "They're just not my type."
"You gotta stop being like this Jade," I gave my uncle a disbelieving look, "I know I'm the last person supposed to be giving you advice on not whoring around, but it does get old after a while. Even I settled down and found a wife."
"When I'm ready, Uncle George, I will. Right now, I need a poor soul to love and leave," I replied, eyeing the pool of guys almost too obviously doing the same to me. There's nothing more of a turnoff to me than that.
"Well, let me help you," I look at my uncle intrigued, "Some WWE Superstars just walked through the door, including your favorite."
I look at the door and, there they were, the WWE Superstars. I'm glad I got a good eye at them before all the ring rats starting running toward them, including Randy Orton. I've always preferred the tall, dark, and sinister type. They're the type that think their mysterious aura will make a girl wanna drop her panties at hello. He may be my favorite wrestler on Fridays, but this Friday, Randal Keith Orton is my bitch.
Like a moth to a flame, my flavor of the night escapes the ring rats and walks his way over to the bar. He asks for a drink from my uncle and in a few seconds, my uncle hands him the requested drink. Out of the corner of my jade eyes, I see him looking at me. He looks like he wants to say something, but thinks he needs a drink to make it happen. After what seemed like forever, my flavor of the month opens his mouth.
"Hi, I'm Randy, what's your name?" he asks me, while sipping on his drink.
"Jade." I don't give out my real name. Last time I gave my real name to one of my one night stands, they stalked me until a series of unfortunate events that I'd rather not go into happened.
"Jade, such a beautiful name. Does it have anything to do with those gorgeous pair of eyes you have?" he asked me, now looking directly in my eyes.
"Somewhat," I replied, "You know, you're my favorite wrestler." I don't like small talk. Boosting his ego by telling him that will make the trip to his hotel room that much quicker.
"Really?" he turns on the charm, finally, "What is it you like?"
I cup his chiseled chin in my hands, "Those piercing blue eyes, those lovely tattoos. I also admire your attempt to grow facial hair."
He smirked at me and I smiled back, showing my contradicting dimples, "Is it possible that you would wanna go back to my hotel room?"
"I'd thought you never ask." I said bye to my uncle.
"No hagas nada que yo no haría!"I probably should have mentioned that I am about half-Dominican. That means if the jade eyes don't keep the men guessing, than the flowing black hair and caramel skin will. Essentially my uncle said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't". I smirked since that will still leave a lot of things left to do.
I got us a cab and me and Randy immediately went inside. Randy moved my body so that I was practically on top of him. It also may have been to get a nice view of my breasts that are practically hanging out of my low cut tank top. I knew he had a significant size difference over me, but I didn't need measuring tape to know that's where his eyes were. When he put his arms around my shoulder, I moved a little closer to him, if that was even possible.
"Jade, tell me about yourself," he said to me. Those four words should not even be together in a sentence. I don't talk about myself to my one night stands. I'm not going to see them again, so what's the point of a life story?"
"Well, there's not really much to tell." That's the nice answer. If he pisses me off by asking the question again, I'll give the bitchy answer and then suck his dick to make up for it if need be.
"I understand, Jade. Oh, we're here." Why didn't men like Randy come around more often? The ones that knew I wasn't interested in nothing more than what's in their pants. When we got to the hotel room, Randy sat down on his bed, not making any attempts to remove the clothing. Maybe he wants me to lead, something I have no problem with.
"You hungry? Wanna rent a movie?" he had the nerve to ask me. This isn't a date, it's a booty call.
"Not really." I walked seductively over to where he was and stood in front of him. I pulled down the straps on my tank top and heard his breathing become rather irregular. "Why watch a movie if we could make some action happen on our own?"
I'm glad my current flavor of the night was a fast learner. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me between his legs. He kissed the open parts of my breasts and proceeded to rip my whole tank top off. He muttered an apology before going back to doing what he was doing. He cupped one of my D's in his hand and licked and sucked on the nipple. This was turning me on way more than I thought it would. This was just my breasts. I almost came at what I thought he could do to my pussy with his tongue. When he alternated his hurricane tongue to my other nipple, I grabbed onto the back of his head tightly and he started sucking more rapidly.
"Oh…Randy!" this man needs a fucking medal. With just his tongue, I felt an orgasm go through my body. I've heard stories of orgasms through just breast stimulation, but never did I think I would be able to tell that story. With Randy Orton no less.
Randy continued sucking on one breast and massaging the other. Occasionally he would alternate between the two. Any other guy, I would have told them to fuck me already, but not him. He made me cum by doing just this, so there was no rush on my part. As Randy continued to perform tongue magic on me, I felt his hands go on my head, urging me to go lower. This is a man that knows what he wants.
"You better be as good as I think you are," Randy warned.
I smiled at him before I unbuckled his jeans and took his dick in my mouth. I licked all around the tip and Randy let out a soft moan. I stroked his dick while my mouth went to licking his balls. I pretty sure Randy was tired of the teasing because he grabbed a handful of my hair in one hand and his dick in another.
"Open," he instructed and I obliged. He put his dick in my mouth and I began sucking and slurping like he wanted me to. I heard the moans escape his mouth and I continued taking more of him in my mouth until I was fully deep throating him. Unlike most guys I've been with, deep throating Randy was not an easy task.
Once again, Randy grabbed my hair, but this time to tell me to stop. He stood up from off the bed and threw me onto it. He lifted my skirt up and removed my soaking wet panties from the first orgasm I had. All Randy had to do was lick my clit once and I had another one. He licked up every single one of my juices and put two fingers inside of my pussy. This one night stand is definitely the best I ever had and it's just the beginning.
"You're so tight," he said to me as he proceeded to lick all around me. I put my hands on the back of his head and gyrated my hips against his fingers and tongue. God, this man feels so good.
"Randy, I need you…now," I moaned out. He looked up from eating me out and went to the pockets of his discarded pants on the floor. He pulled out a condom and handed it to me. I unwrapped it with my teeth and gave his dick one more suck before I put the condom on.
Randy lifted one of my legs onto his shoulders and this son of a bitch had the nerve to tease me. He was rubbing his erect dick all around my clit and I wanted to both scream and moan. I caught Randy's blue eyes staring at me and he gave me one of those cocky smirks. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to knock it off of his oh so gorgeous face. With all the strength I had, I grabbed his arms and pulled him down onto the bed. He looked shocked I did it but I didn't really care.
I climbed on top of his massive dick and began bobbing up and down. My hair was flying everywhere and Randy used his massive hands to keep my breasts in check. Randy was moaning himself and that turned me on even more. He hands moved from my breasts to my hips and he began moving them in a circular motion he liked.
"Randy…I'm gonna cum." This would be my third orgasm and the intercourse just began. All that other stuff was just foreplay. Really, really good foreplay. Randy started bouncing me up and down on his dick faster and faster until the orgasm hit me. He released my hips and I gyrated them on my own, riding it out.
As soon as I hopped off of his still throbbing erection, Randy flipped me so that my ass was up in the air. He gave it one good smack and then proceeded to enter me from behind. Damn his dick game was on point. Randy's hands found their way back to my hips and he started thrusting harder, but at the same pace.
"Fuck…Jade," he said through gritted teeth. I'm seriously considering telling him my real name is Misty Almonte. This is definitely a one night stand I would want to happen again.
"Randy….you...are…so…big," I moaned out.
He reached around to put his hand on my stomach to have me standing fully on my knees. He leaned down to have his lips meet mine and we engaged in a passionate kiss. It just dawned on me that this was the first time we kissed since meeting a couple of hours ago. This man could do some amazing things with his tongue and I loved them all. His movements inside my pussy slowed down a little bit as the sweat on our bodies increased. One of my Randy's hands reached around and started massaging my clit. My moans were ruffled by his mouth, but I started moving my hips faster against his dick. I already knew both of us were near a gut-wrenching orgasm.
He pushed me back down on all fours and he began thrusting harder and faster. I moaned loudly, not caring who heard me. I heard him moan my name a little and then an orgasm hit us both at the same time. He leaned over and kissed my shoulder and neck. He lifted my head up so that he would kiss my lips one last time. Randy grabbed my hips and we both fell backwards onto the bed. I let my breathing return to normal before I hopped off of him and picked up my soaked panties and put my skirt on. I realized my shirt was ripped, but I found his on the floor as well.
"You mind if I wear this?" I asked, lifting up the shirt with my index finger, "I'll return it later if you come to the club."
"Don't you wanna stay until the sun is out? I'll order us some breakfast and we could hang out for the day," he sincerely asked me.
"I'll take a rain check on the hang out thing." I put his shirt over my head and proceeded towards the door. I looked back at him and saw the sad look in his blue eyes and I almost felt bad. I sighed and exited the hotel room, shaking my head.
"You were the best, Randy," I said to myself as I exited the hotel and hailed a cab.
Despite this, I'm not ready for a relationship. I doubt this will be the last time I see Randy or any other WWE superstar at my uncle's club. As for right now, however, Randy Orton was just another victim.
A/N: Spanish is my second language. I'm still learning so forgive me if I got something wrong.
