A/N: Now I have been growing more and more obsessed with Ryback, which led to my inspiration for this. I was thinking of making this a two-shot, if people wanted me to continue. Otherwise, I could just stop it with this chapter alone. I'd love to get your feedback on it!
This gets a little hot towards the end, but nothing too major. It does involve cursing, however minimal.
He was like no man I had ever seen before.
Sure, there were plenty of muscle heads that had come and gone in this business, hell, I'm sure people would even consider me one of those people. But no one was remotely similar to him. The raw power that exuded from him and the carnage he could cause made me think that he was more animal than he was human.
And I never had a stronger craving than I did for him. I was craving Ryback.
Whenever the Adonis-like man was around me, I could not think of anything else. I remember from school, more specifically in my Psychology class, being taught what 'selective attention' was. A trait of the brain to zone out everything else in the world to focus in on one subject. And my brain stopped on Ryback.
I would openly stare at him, not thinking of anyone questioning me. Most people stared at Ryback when he was around. Of course, their gazes were out of amazement and intimidation, while mine consisted of total lust. I hungered for a taste of the man at the top of the food chain.
I frequently said to myself, 'feed me Ryback' before I rolled my eyes at my horrible pun.
But I couldn't help myself. Just like an addict, I felt like there would be nothing that could quench my thirst but to have him in every way possible.
When I got to be in the ring with him, my adrenaline raced through my body. I barely manage to keep still. All I want to do is put my hands on him, feel the mountain of a man on my fingers. Fuck creative for prolonging a match between us. Teasing me was only making my desire grow stronger. If only they knew how starving I was, and how they were basically dangling the most delicious piece of meat in front of my face. They're lucky that they stay in their own little offices at the corporate building, because if they showed their faces here, they'd never taunt me like that again.
Like a hawk, I watched Ryback enter backstage from the curtain, barely have broken a sweat after having picked up 200+ pound men over his shoulders. His strength amazed me, and I had picked the Big Show for an Attitude Adjustment of multiple occasions.
"Be more obvious John, I dare you." joked an oncoming Randy Orton, before taking a swig of the water bottle in his hand.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" I replied, blatantly ignoring him and not taking my eyes off of Ryback.
I could tell that he was rolling his eyes. "Do you actually think that you two are going to actually happen? He probably would end up swallowing you whole." He grabbed my chin, moving my eyes to meet his one. "And not in the way you would want."
"Randy, he could bake me at 350 degrees and I really wouldn't give a shit." I said.
He looked at me like I had lost all common sense. And he was probably right. I pushed his hand away, and moved my attention back to Big Hungry. He was making his way to the locker room, and after waiting a couple minutes to avoid suspicion, I followed suit.
"I'll be sure to plan your funeral!" Randy yelled at me. I responded by giving him the finger.
I quietly entered the locker room, not wanting to be noticed. When I heard the shower running, a large smile plastered across my face. Seeing him in his wrestling singlet got my blood pumping; I couldn't wait to see him in the buff. I quickly pulled off my shirt, ripping it at the neck slightly with the sudden movement, grabbed a towel and followed the sound of the running water.
Steam clouded the tiled bathroom that had ten individual shower heads. I could barely see where Ryback was until I moved closer into the room, after stripping out of my shorts and underwear. Ryback was all the way down at the far right corner of the room, occupying the last shower head. I could feel the heat from the water from where I was standing, so I could imagine that it was scalding for him. As I tiptoed closer to him, I saw him standing under the water, seemingly unaffected by the steaming liquid.
I went to the showerhead directly across from the muscled man, turned on the water, then waited for it to heat up. When it was at the right temperature, I stood under the stream and let the water drip down my skin, my blood moving quickly in response to the warmth. I turned away from the water and focused on the gorgeous nude figure in front of me.
The contours of his body had such definition that it was like they were made by a world renowned sculptor. I couldn't seem to find a part of his body that wasn't muscle, from his huge arms, his chiseled back, and his perfect round ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. It looked great in his siglet, but it was nothing campared to seeing it bare. Seeing the soapy water travel down it instantly got me hard.
He continued to wash himself, and I watched the descent of each patch of soapy bubbles travel down his skin. I knew it was so risky, but I couldn't help but touch myself. Having this man stand in front of me and wash his perfect, ripped body was hotter than any porn I could ever watch. I soaped up my hands and went below the belt, making sure to keep silent.
I fantasized how it would be to be the water and travel all across the body of Ryback. How solid his entire body would be. How even though his skin would seem coarse and rough, that it would be surprisingly smooth to the touch. I gasped as I felt a twinge of pleasure shock my body. At the sound, I checked to see if Ryback noticed. His back was still towards me, so I relaxed and continued on.
I reasoned that he would give new definitons to the term 'rough sex.' I could imagine him taking total control, fucking you senseless until he was satisfied. I'm sure your body wold be painted in bruises, but he would drive you so crazy that you wouldn't care. It would be so primal, so animalistic...
My mind was wandering so much that I almost forgot where I was. I opened my eyes slightly, and caught the gaze of Ryback, now facing me directly. I don't know how long he was watching me, but I knew he caught plenty of me groping myself. I stood frozen, my hand still grabbing my crotch. I didn't know how to react when he started to walk towards me. He looked expressionless, not disgusted or shocked to see me jerking off. I however, looked like an idiot, because now my eyes traveled down the huge piece of meat swinging between his legs. That was something his siglet did not do justice at all.
He moved close enough to me that I was almost poking him in the thigh. He looked at me dead in the eyes. "You were watching me?" He didn't say it in an accusatory manner, it was more curious than anything else.
I again had no idea how to respond. At any second, he could have started jabbing me in the stomach and ripping me in half. All I managed to get out was, "What if I was?"
And for the first time in my life, I saw Ryback smirk.
Quickly, he grabbed the back of my neck and swung me around, throwing me under the shower head he was originally under. Now I could truly feel the searing water, and it made me jump. He quickly moved towards me and pushed my body up against the white tiled wall with ease. After a second of our eyes locking gazes, his lips crashed against mine.
Quite appropriately, Ryback kissed me hungrily, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth. He was so overpowering that I could barely get enough strength to kiss him back. We tongue wrestled for a short while, his kicking the crap out of mine, before he bit down hard on my lip, pulling it back and then letting it snap back against my teeth. I could taste a hint of blood in my mouth, but ironically, an aroused grin crept up on my face. I knew that everything I had thought about Ryback was true. He really was an animal inside and outside the ring.
I wanted to scream in frustration when I heard nearby footsteps. Of all motherfucking times, why did someone need to shower now?! Whoever they were, they were getting a one way ticket to a nearby ICU.
Ryback turned his head for a moment towards the exit, then looked back at me. "Hotel, tonight." He growled, giving me a look that said I better do as he said. I emphatically agreed. He had no idea how much I was craving him, and after the taste I got, I was ready to feast.
He walked away from me and out of the shower, not caring that he was naked (and not that I was complaining either.) I bit down on my already chewed out lip, drawing even more blood from it.
Tonight I was finally going to satisfy my craving.
A/N: And there you have it! Again, I'd love to get your feedback as to whether or not I should make a second chapter to this. So please review, I'd really appreciate it! :)