Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story; the characters belong to themselves and in my mind to each other.
A/N: When I started to write this story I had two versions in my mind, each one with a different pairing. This is the second version. It's rated M for a reason and when reading please keep in mind that this is only fiction and that I have a very perverted mind. With that said, please enjoy ;)
Everything About You
Sitting comfortably over the feather-soft sectional sofa that stood in the middle of the hotel's living room suite he was staying that night, the man known around the wrestling world as CM Punk twisted his lips into his customary sly grin as he saw the door of the room begin to open.
He knew who was coming in, that was why he was grinning; and as he watched and waited for this person to push the door all the way in and subsequently enter the dim lighted room, he couldn't help but to go back in memory lane to the events that took place two days ago and then earlier that day…
It went like this, when Punk first received a call saying that the new COO of the WWE wanted to meet with him, he couldn't help but do a double take as he muttered amusedly an 'excuse me?' into the phone.
Back to that moment, he couldn't quite believe what his ears picked up and when he was told again through clenched teeth that Triple H wanted to have a meeting with him to discuss his possible return to the WWE he just had to laugh, his mood picking up while feeling a huge wave of satisfaction wash completely over him.
It was just that… well, everybody knew that he and Hunter didn't get along very well and just to think that the man wanted to talk business with him and probably beg him to sign a new contract with the company was beyond satisfactory.
So yes, the call definitely caught his attention and even though he had no interest of going back to work anytime soon, out of curiosity he agreed to do the meeting. After all what could he really lose? As he saw it, just by going there and listening to what the man had to offer and then refusing him could turn out to be a lot of fun.
He could even pull something out of his sleeve like he did with Vince; he could ask for the most ridiculous things he could imagine just to see how far was Hunter willing to bend to sign him.
Vince would have met his every demand… he knew that because he saw it with his own eyes; but Hunter… Hunter was different.
He saw the whole thing with the new power that be as being kind of ironic; after all Triple H was the same man that years ago told everybody in creative that he didn't have what it takes to succeed in the WWE and by the tone he used over the phone, Punk knew that he was going to get out of his way to sign him back into the company he was now running.
The Chicago native has loved it, it was a big boost for his ego and in his mind the meeting could turn into a revenge of sorts because if anything, he knew how to hold a grudge for years and he has been patiently waiting for this moment to come.
It was like this, for a long time Hunter has been holding him down just because he saw him as threat and he did it without remorse; using the political power that marrying the boss' daughter gave him to his advantage.
But now… now the time came when he needed him and to him it was going to be so good to bend him to a breaking point and then saying no.
So with plans of revenge running through his mind, Punk didn't play difficult when he got the call. He said yes and the plane ticket was sent that same afternoon so that two days later he could sit in front of the man himself and listen to what he had to say.
What happened in the meeting was very fresh in his mind; he remembered every word and every gesture made. It went something like this:
Rubbing with the tip of his fingers the light stubble that covered his jaw, CM Punk quirked his lips and shrugged. "I don't know Hunter; this has never been about money to me. I took good care of my finances and the way I see it, I won't have to work money ever again."
The words were said in the most disinterested tone he could muster even though the numbers being presented to him were more than interesting.
As he said that, the COO shifted in his executive chair and cleared his throat. "Then what is it that you want?"
The question was politely spat and Punk had to bite the smirk that wanted to take over his features; it was obvious that corporate Hunter wasn't having the best time of his life and that alone was worth the trip that took him out of his routine.
"Well, you were the one who called me. I thought you had something good to offer already."
"I already threw you my best offer…"
At that Punk snorted. Sure… he had to admit that what Hunter was offering was good because by signing that contract he had guaranteed more money, lighter schedules, an input in creative, a main event spot at WrestleMania with whoever he wanted to face and traveling and lodging expenses covered. That was without mentioning the part where the company would consider him for future films…
But even though all that sounded good, he has been expecting more. He deserved more.
After all he was the one holding the power, he had the company's championship right inside his freezer in Chicago and in his mind they were supposed to be doing everything in their power to prevent him from going to TNA the following day and putting the World Championship in a trashcan before lighting it on fire.
So yes he wanted more; he had wanted to see with his own eyes how desperate they were because there was no doubt in his mind that they were desperate.
He wanted Hunter to offer him everything just so he would sign, even the little things he didn't even want.
"Unless…"
"Unless what?" Punk asked a bit more interested. This was going to be the part where Trips was going to get out of his way to sign him and he couldn't wait to see it.
"Do you like any of the Divas, Punk?" Hunter asked, the corner of his lips curving into half a grin.
"A Diva?" Punk squeaked, his nose wrinkling as he stared at the man sitting at the other side of the desk. "You are not offering me a valet, right?" Ha, and there he was thinking that things were about to get interesting.
A Diva… meh.
"Not at all. Look, I don't think I can offer you more than I already did. I'm not Vince, I won't promise ice cream bars with your face, or collector's cups or even to put your name in every turnbuckle and more nonsense like that; but I was thinking that maybe if I sent you one of our Divas to show you how glad would the WWE be to have you back… you know, she could help you make up your mind faster."
"Oh." The tattooed man said, not knowing if he should laugh or feel disgusted by the offer. "So I see that you want to turn the WWE into a whorehouse, is that it? I mean come on, these women… do they even know you are offering them so freely to me."
Letting out a raspy laugh, Hunter shrugged. "I'm not offering them just because; this would be a win-win situation to everyone involved. With the upcoming roster cut we'll have in the next few weeks most of these women will do anything to keep their jobs. So you see, they win, I win and you win."
Shaking his head, Punk chuckled. See… they were desperate, he knew it. "I don't 'do' Divas; besides I'm offended that you are even suggesting this."
"Really? Well I've heard that you've already 'done' some of these women so I don't buy that crap. In fact, I've heard you are quite the ladies' man. I don't know why or how because you are… anyway, I just thought this would appeal more to your style."
Snoring, Punk crossed his arms up to his chest and shook his head. "You think my style is blackmailing women to sleep with me?"
"It's not blackmailing; like I told you, you will be helping each other. She keeps her job, you get yours, simple as that."
Pushing the inside of his lip with his tongue, Punk squinted his eyes and tilted his head to the side. "Despite what people may say, I haven't done any of those girls…" At least not anyone from the current roster. He has learned by past mistakes the messy result of going out with someone he worked to so what Hunter was suggesting didn't interest him.
"Not yet; but luckily for you we have a good variety to choose from and each and every one of them beautiful in their own way."
"I'm not putting their beauty in doubt, I just… I don't know." Beauty wasn't everything.
"What about two Divas for the price of one? There's the Bella Twins."
Blowing out a breath, Punk arched an eyebrow. "This is ridiculous."
"Or if you like blondes I can give you the lovely Kelly Kelly, or maybe a Latin babe like Eve… everybody likes Eve. I can even give you both, just ask and I'll get them for you this same night."
"Those girls are probably STD's on legs so thanks but no thanks; besides, whatever you may think, this is not really my style."
At his answer, Hunter threw his head back against the chair and then blew out a breath. "What about Maryse? Is she more your style? I can guarantee that all our girls are clean if that's what bothers you."
Blinking rapidly a couple of times, Punk snorted in surprise. "Isn't she with Mike?" Was this man out of his mind? What he was offering was… it was so wrong that he couldn't even put his thoughts into words.
Sure, when he got the call he knew that Hunter was desperate enough to mark his phone number and offer him a contract, but what he never imagined was that he desperate enough to offer him another man's girlfriend as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
In his mind the whole thing was just wrong; it was disgusting that Hunter would suggest that to him that and yup, wicked as it was he was very interested… at least when he mentioned that last name.
Not that he would let Hunter know, he was going to show a bit of interest without sounding too eager.
"I don't know; this is kind of creepy. Don't you think that she could feel offended about you offering her around just to seal a deal with me. And what about her boyfriend?"
Flashing a big grin, Hunter leaned forward and placed his hands over the big oak desk that separated him from Punk. "You like that one, don't you sly dog? Nah but look, I am the COO of this company so what I say is what it goes, if you want Maryse I'll get her from you. If she wants to keep hers and her boyfriend's job, she'll do this little thing for the company or she and Miz are out."
"Sounds to me like this is not the first time you do this and if Maryse has been passed around every time you sign a new contract then no thanks."
"I haven't signed a contract yet and as far as I know this is not the way Vince used to run the business."
"Well I'm still not sure about this; I mean yes, I have to admit that the offer is tempting but it's also creepy." Yes, it was definitely creepy and very low in a moral scale.
It was weird but like he told Hunter, the offer was very tempting because this was Maryse, probably the only woman in the world he couldn't touch under normal circumstances.
The other Divas he could probably get into his bed if he really wanted to, but Maryse… the woman thought she was too important to the likes of him and her attitude was very hard to deal with.
Besides, he also had a personal Vendetta against her and this could be the time to settle that. The last time and probably the only time they interacted she has wounded his pride and didn't like that.
Sure it was been something quick but he remembered it just fine; he has been walking around with his second Money In The Bank briefcase when he saw her. He didn't put any attention to her, but she was holding the Divas Championship and for a few seconds he stopped by her side and mused about what would people think if he cashed the briefcase on her.
It has been something silly and he didn't mean anything by it, but Maryse thought he has been checking her out and the look she gave him has been something very close to disdain.
It seemed that the thought of someone like him looking at her mortified her to no end and he remembered that even when he couldn't care less about what she thought, the way she looked at him got stuck in his head.
It has been like going back to high school to be judged and that night when he went back to sleep he vowed that if the opportunity ever presented to him, he was going to teach her a lesson in kind.
And now it was this, if Maryse wanted to keep her job she would have to suffer more that his eyes on her and wicked as it was, he liked the idea.
To him that was called karma.
It was as if life was giving him the opportunity to settle all his grudges and he couldn't help but to feel excited about it.
"Then why don't we do this; right now I can get you a room in the nearest hotel and I can make Maryse go there. For the night you can do whatever you want with her; you can play Parcheesi, you can talk about wrestling, tattoos and the weather or you can fuck her brains out. What you do with her is up to you and by it I just want you to see my good faith in singing you back into the WWE…"
Weird as that conversation turned out to be, at the end Punk ended up getting in the limo Hunter got for him and making it into the hotel suite he booked for him. That has been a little over three hours ago and now she was there, walking right into the room as Punk watched her from his sitting place.
"You are late." He said, his voice echoing through the room as she closed the door behind her back.
At his words, Maryse turned to him and with a look in her face that spoke volumes of her take in the whole arrangement, she quirked her lips and sent him a cold glance. "I had things to do; I couldn't just drop everything I was doing to come running to you."
Punk smiled, his olive green eyes never leaving her as she defiantly stared back at him. He didn't mind though and instead of focusing on the negative he decided to take a scrutinizing look at her appearances.
She looked stunning, he never thought that Maryse with her plastic looks, bleached hair and ridiculous tight little dresses was exactly the type of woman he would want to bring back home, but even though he had to admit that the woman looked good.
Her body was tight, her face was pretty and she had a set of legs that could drive a man with little resolution out of his mind. So yes she wasn't bad to look bad and that night she wasn't disappointing.
That night her blonde platinum hair was falling in soft waves down her back, her make-up was perfectly done and the black strapless dress she chose to wear for him embraced her curves perfectly.
But… other than her good looks he was also aware that the fact that she was there didn't mean that she was up to do whatever his wicked mind wanted her to do and he wondered if she even knew what Hunter offered him.
That would be a total letdown, for the past three hours of his life he has been thinking about what to do with her and now that he had a pretty good idea of what he wanted, he didn't want things to end up in nothing. "You do know why you came here tonight, don't you?"
"Yes-" She said curtly, her hazel eyes blazing as she pushed the inside of her cheek with her tongue. "I came to do business so tell me what I have to do so we can get this over with."
"Good, since you are so eager to begin then why don't you start by taking off your clothes?"
Maryse didn't even flinch at his words; apparently that was exactly what she has been waiting to be asked so reaching for her side she undid the zipper that held her dress glued to her body and then let it fall in a heap to her feet.
At the sight of the dress sliding down her body, Punk held his breath for a second and then tapped a finger to his lips. The French Canadian was wearing a matching set of red and black lace bra and panties and the contrast they created on her skin was hypnotizing.
He particularly couldn't stop staring at the way the strapless bra seemed to be glued to her skin without falling off and before she could reach behind her back to take it off, he lifted a hand in the air to make her stop.
"Wait."
At his command, Maryse looked up to him and pursed her lips. Just like Hunter hadn't been pleased to offer him all the things he did before coming up with the Maryse plot, the blonde didn't look pleased to have him ordering her around and blatantly staring at her.
But if it bothered her she didn't say anything to complain about it and Punk took the golden opportunity that silence was giving him to get up to his feet and walk close to her.
"Let me do that." He breathed out, his voice coming of as low and raspy as he invaded her personal space, getting close enough to reach behind her back and unclasp the hook of the small article of clothing.
He did that while watching her face, taking special notice that her eyes were fixed somewhere behind him and that even though she wasn't in the best situation to act so, the look she had in her face was of pure haughtiness.
That right there made him snort and once the bra was out of his way and thrown away, he allowed his finger to run down her spine until it traveled all the way down to the brim of her panties.
"What, are you too good to look at me?" He said in an amused tone of voice and Maryse arched an eyebrow while moving her eyes to his.
"Better?"
At her sarcastic question, Punk took two steps back and lowered his eyes to her newly exposed breast, nodding in approval as his hands itched to touch her. But he didn't touch her, at least not yet.
"Much, much better. But there's still a little something that bothers me… I mean don't get me wrong here but I don't know where you've been before coming here. For all I know you were with that boyfriend of yours and you know, I don't want to share with you his germs so go get a shower."
As soon as his words were out, Punk watched as her jaw tensed and he felt more than satisfied by her reaction; he was sure riling her up by not going straight to the point like she probably thought he was going to do and he was loving it.
This was even better that whatever he thought it could be… and taking in consideration that she hadn't been in that room for more than fifteen minutes, things were going great. "As a matter of fact I think you should help me get a shower as well, I think I stink." Punk said, lifting his arms up in the air and taking a sniff before faking a face of disgust.
"You are loving this, aren't you?" Maryse said in her thick French accent and Punk nodded.
"Like you have no idea. Now, go get in the shower."
The bathroom was inside the master bedroom, Punk had checked everything about the room while he waited for Maryse to arrive so he had no problem showing her the way. He told her where it was and when she petulantly started to walk that way he followed her, his eyes drinking on the sight of her hips swinging with each step she took.
Once in there and after he reminded her that she had to strip off her panties as well, Punk took off his shirt and tossed it aside, his eyes never leaving her exposed frame.
She was truly a sight to be seen, naked while her warm eyes shone in anger against his. That was exactly how he wanted her for now and he licked his lips as he appreciated her in all her glory. "Don't you know how to start a shower? Go ahead; I don't want to guide you all the way through."
Maryse took a deep breath and turned around, twisting the knob so she could make the shower start running.
"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?"
"What?" She spat through clenched teeth and he almost, almost felt bad for her. But he wasn't going to be fooled, this woman was cold and calculating as she was beautiful and that she was acting like she was the poor victim was an act he wasn't going to swallow.
As he saw it, he wasn't forcing her to do anything; no one was forcing her… even though Trips probably told her that her job was in jeopardy she could have said no. But she didn't and that meant that she walked into that room willingly and knowing full well what could be expected from her.
So unless she told him that she really didn't want anything to happen between them, he wasn't going to let her walk out that room without having her play by his rules.
"Me, I don't want to ruin my clothes so take them off." He said, pointing at his pants since his shirt and shoes were already off.
Maryse complied, she walked to him and while looking straight into his eyes she disposed of his belt and threw it away. By the time she was unzipping his jeans he just had to look away from her eyes so he could focus them into what she was doing with her hands.
It was hypnotic, and feeling like he was living in a dream he watched her manicured fingers expertly working in the task of taking his jeans and then his boxers away. She did it without touching her hands to his flesh and especially not to the bulge she just let free.
Once she was done Punk stepped into the shower and forced her to back away into the wall, place where he dangerously trapped her with his body.
"You can start now and please don't be rough. I have sensitive skin." He said with a smirk while reaching for the bottle of body wash and squeezing the liquid into her hand.
As he was expecting, Maryse sent his way an icy cold glance but began to rub her hands to his chest, working in circular motions until she had him nicely soaped.
"You are good at this bathing people; have you been practicing much in your time off?" He asked teasingly, almost hoping for her to lift her face to his so he could look into the depths of her fiery eyes.
"This is not a big science." She responded without looking at him and Punk reached down to her chin and lifted it up. When he did it Maryse rolled her eyes and looked up to the ceiling.
"Then you better do it good." After saying that, he grabbed her hands and lowered them to his stomach, waiting for her to repeat the same he did on his chest.
She did, and while her hands were on him, Punk took another step that brought him nearer to her, only stopping when he could feel her nipples brushing against his chest and his not so subtle erection touching the sensitive flesh of her lower stomach.
That right there made him have to bite hard on his lips and lowering his eyes even more he watched as she moved her hands to his sides.
Not minding his eyes on her, the blonde woman kept rubbing his skin, going as low as his hips and then up to his back.
While she did that, Punk lifted both his hands and curled them around the shower faucet, his eyes refusing to leave the progress her hands were making and his lower body pressing a bit more into her.
Maryse took that moment to drag her hands back to his chest and then further up and to his neck. There she quickly worked her fingers behind his ears, to the back of his neck and underneath his jaw. She did it while looking up to his face but conveniently evading his eyes, but if there was something Punk noticed was that her cheeks were slightly tinged a deep rosy red while she worked her hands on him.
He also noticed that her lips were slightly pouted and that she was no longer looking pissed as hell, in fact she seemed a hundred percent concentrated on what she was doing.
"Does your boyfriend know you are here? Or did you made up and excuse to sneak out?"
Stopping so she could send him a dirty look, Maryse squeezed more liquid soap into her hand and refused to answer, she just rubbed her hands together and began anew with her work, only that this time she went straight to the engorged member standing proudly against her stomach.
She took it almost with care, circling her palm around the base and then slowly going up to the head of it. First up, and then down… up, and then back down so she could squeeze it firmly.
"Now that's more like it." Punk hissed.
Looking up to him and then brushing her thumb around the rim of nerves at the head of his manhood, Maryse arched an eyebrow and puckered up her lips.
At the contact of her fingers against such a sensitive part of his anatomy, Punk sucked in a breath and then cleared his throat. By doing everything that she was doing with her hand, Maryse completely took him by surprise because even though the situation between them was getting more intimate, he hasn't been expecting her to do that without him telling her so.
Not that he minded, in fact he liked it just fine, especially when she used the fingers of her other hand to grasp his balls.
Fixing all the intensity of his eyes on her and running the tip of his tongue along his lips, Punk lowered both his hands and poured into his hands a good amount of soap.
"Let me tell you something, just so you see that I know how to cooperate, I'm going to help you clean up as well." With that said, the Chicago Native pressed one hand to her breasts and weighted it, his thumb slowly running in circles around the hard peak as his eyes found hers.
To that Maryse said nothing, she just allowed Punk to move his hand from one breast to the other while their eyes locked obscenely; and while that was happening her hand always remained down and stroking his erection.
Not tearing his eyes from hers, Punk mimicked her previous move of dragging his hand up to her neck, his fingers taking in the softness of her flesh and the warmness of her skin. But then, feeling more than motivated by her hand's continuous work, Punk's own hand moved down to her stomach and directly to the heat between her legs, using a lone long finger to part her slick folds so he could reach down into her secret bundle of nerves.
Finding it, Punk pressed his thumb to it and watched close for a reaction. But if she liked it she didn't say it, and if she didn't like it no protest was made about it; the only thing that he knew was that touching her like that while she touched him back was more than what he has ever expected.
Down between her legs Maryse was warm, that was the first thing he noticed upon laying his hand on her, that and that there was a wetness soaking her privates that nothing had to do with the water falling out of the shower.
"You like this don't you?" Punk breathed out as the tip of his finger brushed against her entrance, his voice carrying the undertones of the building desire that was consuming him inside out.
Shaking her head, Maryse took in a deep breath and blinked a few times. "Don't flatter yourself, this is only business." The young blonde rasped back and Punk thought he detected a small tremble in her voice. Not that it showed in her face, her features were stoic and she wasn't giving anything away.
"Is it?" He asked anyway, thinking that if Maryse wanted to put the mask of being the Ice Cold Queen she wanted everyone to see, then he was going to tear it off her face… and he started by pushing his finger into her slit and going as deep as it could go.
Gasping, the blonde threw her head back and Punk took the opportunity to attack her throat, biting and sucking at her flesh until he was sure he was leaving a series of marks visible enough for Mike to see first thing in the morning.
"Don't-" She mumbled, but her voice was lacking in conviction and Punk didn't even mind her, he just kept feasting off her flesh as his finger delved deep into her core.
By then, Maryse's hand had long ago dropped away from his burning erection and was now resting over his hips, holding herself to him while he moved his head up and towards hers.
Through darkening eyes Punk noticed that her own eyes were half closed, but when he leaned against her so he could brush his lips to hers she opened them up real nice and moved her head away.
Punk saw it happen as if in slow motion and taking hold of her chin he turned her face back to his. "No kissing." Maryse said against his lips and Punk snorted.
"I don't like no's, don't you know it?" After whispering that, he pressed his lips back to hers only to find that she was not cooperating, that her lips were like a steel barrier set so that he couldn't pass. That only made him grunt and stop the movement of his finger deep within her. "Come on, open your mouth, and kiss me."
Closing her eyes, Maryse swallowed down hard and ever so slowly provided the gap that was needed for Punk to go right into the sweet cave hidden past her lips. That way and swirling his tongue around hers until they were melting together, he reassumed the sliding of his finger into her depths.
Kissing Maryse… that was all it was at first, his tongue sweeping overs hers and nothing more; but with time and lots of persistence on his part, the younger woman started to kiss him back and Punk couldn't help but to smile into the kiss. Her mask was finally crumbling and he almost had her right where he wanted her.
But even though his moment was so close he could taste it, Punk waited a few more seconds, wanting to prolong the moment as long it could last. Then, taking his finger out of her, he pulled away from the kiss and looked at her.
She was looking flushed but composed, and even though her breathing seemed to be a bit labored she was looking more in control than he was. He didn't like that, at all; so carrying on with the part of his plan he has been waiting to execute since Hunter first offered him Maryse on a silver plate, the veteran wrestler licked his lips and took three steps back.
He blatantly scanned the younger woman head to toe, his eyes taking on the way the water was falling down on her and sliding down her body. "That was good, Maryse, really… but not quite good enough. If you really want me to sign this contract so you can keep your job, you really need to try harder than that."
Maryse's eyes darkened and she looked at him.
"You will sign, he said you will."
"You think I will? If it depended on your performance I would say that I would think about it as there's nothing going on here that will make me want to call Hunter right now to say I'm in. It's just… that you are not trying good enough and at this rate you and your boyfriend will be unemployed first thing in the morning. And will you stay with him when there is no recognition? When both your names fade away from everybody's mind? Somehow I don't think so."
"Don't talk about him." Maryse hissed angrily and Punk's lips curved into a confident grin.
"Alright, I won't talk about him. We'll only talk business from now on so Maryse, why don't you go down to your knees and show me how bad do you really want your job."
Now, if looks could kill, Punk was sure that he would have fallen dead under Maryse's cold glance and for a moment he was sure that she was going to push pass him, gather her clothes and tell him to fuck off.
But for some mysterious reason that he couldn't quite comprehend, the woman just got down to her knees and pushed the corner of her lips with her tongue.
Down there Maryse presented a lovely image and Punk knew that the moment was going to be forever engraved into his skull. It was almost too good to be true, life coming in full circle around him so he could be there, standing and enjoying the moment.
"You know what to do so do it,"
Closing her eyes, Maryse lifted a hand up in the air and grabbed him, bringing his manhood close to her face and then parting her lips to take him in.
The sensation was pure bliss; apparently Maryse didn't want to waste any more time and she went straight to running her tongue along the protruding vein that ran from base to head before closing her lips around him, forcing a deep raspy moan to escape out of Punk's lips.
"That's it… that's so much better." He said, loving the combination of sucking and licking that Maryse was applying on him.
It was maddening to a certain point; Maryse's technique was really something else and he decided that he was going to milk the opportunity as long as he could.
She had a nice rhythm, her ministrations weren't too weak nor too harsh and what she couldn't fix into her mouth she was stroking with her hand.
By the way she was going, Punk couldn't help but to think that she was working with one purpose only, to make him cum as soon as possible and thus ending things early.
Punk wasn't planning that to happen any time soon but he let her work animatedly on him anyway; after all he wasn't a kid anymore and at that stage of his life he knew how to control himself from things like little premature accidents happening.
So, watching her head bobble up and down, the Straight Edge Superstar reached for her hair and took a handful of it to brush it out of her face; he wanted full visibility for what he wanted to do and he wanted it in that moment.
"Do you know how gorgeous you look like that?" He asked, tilting his head and taking a better look at her.
But the words he said didn't make Maryse look up to him and he took that opportunity to reach to the place he put his phone earlier than afternoon, way before she opened the door to find him waiting for her in the living room.
He has put it somewhere it wouldn't get wet and after a quick inspection to see that it was working perfectly, he turned it on and clicked right into his camera application.
That way and without letting her know, Punk took a picture of what she was doing, catching her eyed closed and with his erection sticking out of her mouth.
Yes she looked gorgeous, it was almost enticing to see her like that… the feeling more than good.
Biting down on his lips he took a few more pictures and when she opened her eyes to see him holding his phone in one hand, she quickly got to her feet and blinked a couple of times.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing yet." After mumbling that, Punk put the iPhone back to its place and just like he did when they first walked into the shower, he backed Maryse to the wall and without more preambles he grabbed her thigh, lifted it up to his hip and accommodated himself in such a way that the head of his erection was a push away from taking residence inside of her.
At the sudden movement, Maryse clung to his shoulders and fixed her turbulent eyes to his.
She uttered no word, she just watched as Punk watched her, her lips parted and swollen and her heart beating against his.
This was the moment Punk has been really waiting for and his options were many; he could allow the most primitive side of him to escape and claim the damn woman right in the spot, he could turn his back on her and be content that he at least was able to get something out of her or he could take her back to the room and prolong the moment until early hours in the morning.
All the options were going to satisfy him one way or another, some more than others but such was life; but just because his erection was throbbing and already sliding into her, he went for a mix of all options…
"Take this." Groaning, Punk pushed all the way in, loving the way her inner muscles contracted at the sudden invasion.
Maryse moaned, whether it was for surprise or for pleasure Punk didn't know, all that he knew was that the sound traveled all the way from his ears to his groin at that if it was possible he grew a little harder while buried deep inside of her.
"See, tonight you are all mine," He said as he moved his head to hers, watching the way she just threw her head back and taking notice of the love bites he left on her neck not so long ago.
Everywhere she would go those marks were going to follow her and Punk smirked at the thought of that. Would she think of him whenever she took a look in the mirror? Would she try to cover them up so her boyfriend wouldn't know the kind of things she did behind his back?
Whatever she decided to do, the fact was that those were his marks and that she wasn't going to forget about him any time soon.
Claiming her lips once again and glad that instead of protesting she kissed him back, Punk tilted his head to the side and kissed her long and deep, stealing the air out of her lungs and breathing it into his own.
Against his lips she moaned again and lifting her other thigh to his hips as well and supporting her full weight in his strong arms, Punk carried her out of the shower without sliding out of her and without breaking off the kiss.
That way he took her straight into the room and when he was near the bed he sat on top of it, bringing Maryse down with him in a straddling position.
Her hands automatically locked to the back of his head and his went down to her ass, guiding her movements and bringing her even closer and deeper.
"Move, show me how you like it?" Punk breathed darkly against her lips and just like he asked her to do, Maryse started to move at her own rhythm; she even went as far as initiating another kiss.
To Punk the moment felt divine, her body was molding against his in ways a lover's body only could and he kind of wished he would have taken his phone with him. Capturing the image of this woman not only accepting him but riding him silly in the most intimate of ways would definitely be priceless.
But it had to do with the ones he had; he was too far gone into the moment to stop what he was doing just to go to get his phone.
Breaking away from the kiss, Punk pressed his forehead to hers and opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was her eyes shining and looking deep into his own and he was unable to look away. "Tell me how much you like this." He breathed out, watching closely as Maryse shook her head no.
"I don't…"
If he would be another man he would take her answer personal, but he knew Maryse was as stubborn as they came and that she wasn't going to easily admit that she was enjoying herself.
But he could see it in her eyes; she was probably liking this as much as he was, only that she would rather die a thousand deaths than to admit it out loud.
"Liar." Punk whispered, licking his lips as his eyes remained glued to hers. "Doesn't matter, I know… that you like it."
Going back to kissing her, Punk grabbed her hips and started to slam with more impetus into her, going almost all the way out and then back in. With the new rhythm Maryse kissed him with more fervor, almost with a passion hard to control as her fingernails dug into his scalp.
Punk loved it, this was the reaction he wanted to get out of her and by the way she was going things were going to culminate soon for her.
And they did, just as Punk started to kiss her with the same raw passion she was kissing him, her inner walls contracted around his erection and she was a goner.
It was quick; Punk drank into the moment almost in a trance. She just shivered, moaned into his mouth and he held her close to him, one of his hands moving to knead at the soft flesh of her behind as she soaked him with her sweet essence.
When she stopped trembling, he moved his hands up to her hips once again and concentrated on letting the building pressure forming in his groin to let go.
"I'm gonna cum… right inside of you." Punk panted and before Maryse could protest or climb out of his lap, he held her in place until his seed exploded inside of her, marking her just like he said he was going to do.
Groaning and moaning, Punk held her to him and just when he started to come back to his senses, Maryse hid her head into the crook of his neck and he breathed into her scent.
"This…" He said, liking the way their bodies were sticking together as he ran his hand up her spine. "This was good business."
At the word business being tossed around, Maryse seemed to go back to senses as well and she climbed off of Punk. She was back to looking like the Maryse that walked into the room with a long face and the champion couldn't help but to roll his eyes.
She didn't say anything regarding the moment they just had and instead went to her purse and took out what seemed to be the contract. She threw it over the bed and uttering a 'sing it', she walked back into the bathroom to start the shower once again.
Punk shook his head and sighed, taking a passing glance at the contract before getting to his feet. Once up he cleaned himself with the bed sheets and silent as a shadow he walked into the bathroom and took his clothes.
He dressed quickly, a shower for him would have to wait a bit longer and he would have to take his flight back to Chicago with the scent of her impregnated in his skin. He didn't mind, he liked the idea of having a little bit of her to go back home with so not caring about anything else but to go back to his life, he grabbed a pen and scribbled an 'I'll think about it, don't call me, I'll call you' across the contract…
That was how he walked out, leaving Maryse back in the shower and the contract in the same place she threw it in. As he closed the door he came to think that yes, he was going back to the WWE. He would call Hunter later that night to tell him so…
As for Maryse, let her think whatever she wanted to think, chances were that they were going to meet at work again… and soon.
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