A/N – Twoshot request for peeps8705 :) Just to feed your smut habit.
Where Do We Go From Here?
Stu had to stifle a laugh, his eyes continued to wander back and forth across his hotel room following the woman wearing down the plush cream carpet. "Amber, I think you're taking this a bit too seriously."
She shot her head to him in disbelief. "Too seriously? Did you knock your head last night?"
"I think I did actually." His hand ran through his hair as he rubbed his head. He had taken a pretty hard fall outside of the ring in a match against the big show. "But that's beside the point. You need to relax." He held his breath expecting another outburst but frowned as she remained silent. He glanced at her, her brown eyes staring back him.
"Do you know how hard it is being your publicist? Especially when you can't stay kayfabe half the fucking time."
"Whoa." He held his hands up and stood from the couch. "There's no need for that." He moved closer to his best friend, she was on the verge of one of her familiar rants.
"Everyone I've spoken to today has either been too ignorant to help me or a complete douche." He had to chuckle at her, his laughter was soon stopped as her phone rang on the small wooden coffee table. They both glanced down at it; it was sure to be something to do with work. They both lunged for the phone at the same time, Stu getting there quicker with his long muscular arms. He read the name on the screen before shoving the small device down the front of his jeans.
"Stu!" He grinned as she smacked him on the arm. "Give me it back now!"
"Come and get it, you know where it is." His hands were firmly planted on his hips thrusting his crotch out a little, a Cheshire grin planted firmly on his face. She wanted to smack that smug look off his him. He was only adding fuel to the fire. She narrowed her eyes and stared him dead in the eye. She let her gaze wander down his wide chest, a thin black cotton shirt covering the expanse of tight powerful muscles. Her gaze stopped on the top of his jeans, the metal buckle of his belt shining from the lights above.
He chuckled slightly. "I guess I win." He knew he would, there was no way she would retrieve the phone. He was almost knocked off his feet as she leapt at him, her hands finding his belt buckle quickly. "Amber!" They both fell back onto the couch; she straddled his lap as she tried to get her phone back even though the ringing had stopped. He rolled her over, his weight pinning her down. Their heavy breathing filled the silence of the room, both staring each other down not daring to break eye contact. "You need to calm down."
"Me? Me calm down?" Her voice was getting louder by the minute; Stu rolled his eyes. Her little outbursts were becoming increasingly frequent, the stress of her job finally catching up with her. "Everything I do, I'm doing it to help you, Stu. Why can't you see that? Or am I not doing a good enough job, huh? Maybe I should quit-" He shut her up, his lips crashing down onto hers. His big hand cupped her face and his lips massaged hers. She was frozen, though the tingling through her body set her alight. She had imagined this moment a million times in her head; she wanted to know what he tasted like. She wanted to know but she couldn't find out. He couldn't know how she felt, their friendship would be ruined. Stu had women falling at his feet; she would always be his best friend. She tried to pull away but Stu ran his tongue along the seam of her lips.
Her heart pounded against her chest. This wasn't happening. No way. Stu Bennett wasn't kissing her like this. He wasn't consuming her body and mind with one simple kiss. What the hell had she been doing all her life? Why hadn't she experienced this before? Her mind raced, she wanted to kiss back. She wanted him to know how she felt about him, but the nervous feeling settling inside her made her reluctant. She didn't want to lose her best friend. He pulled away from her; she looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. "Kiss me back." He spoke quietly against her lips. She shook her head, fear running through her eyes. "Trust me, Amber." Her heart swelled, he already owned all of her trust. There was no other man in the world she would trust more. He just didn't know it. He brushed his thumb across the curve of her cheek, coaxing her into doing what he knew she wanted. What they both wanted. "I want you. I don't want any other woman." His lips touched hers again, soft and gentle, teasing her reaction for a second time. He swiped his tongue over her lips, a growl of delight escaped him as her lips parted and her tongue danced with his. Her hands slipped through his hair, tugging at the ends to pull him closer to her. He tasted better than she ever imagined, spicy and masculine and it had her craving for more.
"I want you so bad." She confessed as his lips left hers for a second. He stood up and pulled the phone from his jeans, flinging it onto the couch. He picked her up and carried her over to the big bed covered in a deep red comforter. He covered her needy both with his and pressed his forehead to hers, searching her eyes for any sign of reluctance.
"Tell me to stop now, because once I start I'm not stopping and I'm not letting you go."
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't ever stop." His smile was sincere and it pulled at her heart strings. He kissed her hard; he had waited too long to claim her. He pulled at the bow holding her silk blouse together. His eyes feasted on her luscious curves; she sat up and shrugged the blouse off her shoulders. Stu took the silky material in his hands and threw it to the floor. He slipped the button of her dress pants through the hole and quickly pulled them down her legs. He kissed her gently, his roaming hands exploring every contour of her body. She arched her back; her body reacting to every caress he made. He kissed her lips quickly before standing up, his shirt pulled from his body along with his jeans.
He glanced at Amber on the bed, she had rested herself on her elbows watching his every move. He pushed the material down his thick thighs and watched her eyes widen. She was impressed to say the least. She swiped her tongue over her lips and edged closer to him. She took his hard member in her palm, gently running her hand down the length of him. His big hand moved to cover hers, guiding her up and down. He groaned as she added more pressure and swiped her tongue over the blunt tip, a drop of pre-cum lapped up and devoured. He watched her in amazement as she took him into her mouth. A hot wash of pleasure hit him like a tonne of bricks. His hands cupped her face, guiding her movements again. He was about ready to spill as her tongue rolled over the crown. He pushed her shoulder back, his member leaving her mouth. Her lips shiny with saliva and pre-cum, she wanted more of him. He pulled her panties down her legs and unclasped her bra. She reached out for him, her fingers tantalisingly close to him firm skin but he moved away from her. He climbed onto the bed, sitting against the pillows to prop himself up. He beckoned her over with two fingers. "I'll be gentle."
"That isn't how I want it." She bit her lip and crawled up the bed to him.
He swallowed hard upon hearing her words. He wasn't sure whether to ask her or not but he couldn't stop himself, "And how do you want it?"
She straddled his hips and leant over him, her plump lips dragging across his cheek to his ear, her voice was low and full of tease. "Hard and rough." He squeezed his eyes shut. Her confession rung through his mind. She was pushing him to his limit. "I know you Stu, I know that's how you want it too." She was right he wanted nothing more. "I'm yours. Take me like you mean it, big boy." The smirk on her face and her seductive tone sealed the deal. He jumped at her, flipping her onto her back in a split second.
Stu wrapped his hand around her throat, pushing her further into the soft mattress; a contrast to the hard wall of muscle covering her body. He growled into her ear. "I've been longing to do this." He kissed her hard, their tongues battling for dominance but they both know who would win. Stu stroked his thumb over the hollow of her throat, a gentle caress that made her weaken with delight. He pushed into her, thick and hard, opening her like never before. She had imagined this moment. But she never imagined it would feel this good. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, the tip of his hard length teasing her. He pulled out and pushed in slowly, her hips arched upwards and a soft moan escaped her. Her fingers clawed at the bed sheets beneath her. He filled her completely; her body and heart. He moved in and out of her rhythmically, every nerve ending inside of her sparking to life with each possessive thrust. Every inch of her body was on fire as she stared at the man above her, his green eyes burning into her soul. Her hands moved from the bed sheets to his arm, gripping tightly onto his bicep and forearm. Her nails dug into his skin, red marks being left in their wake. She was close to being pushed over the edge; his thumb rubbed quick circles over her clit and that was her undoing. She spiralled into a blazing orgasm; her eyes squeezed shut and stars danced in the blackness. Her body shuddered and shook against his possessive hold. Stu continued to drive into her, a mass amount of satisfaction run through his body seeing her react to him like that. He leant down and captured her lips, opening her legs wider and thrusting harder. His release gripped him hard, a guttural groan tearing from his chest. Her constricting walls tightened around him, milking him for all he was worth. He let go of her throat, his forearms resting on the bed not to squash her as he collapsed. They both tried to catch their breaths in the silence of the room.
He kissed her lips again, something he wanted to do forever. She spoke up, a hint of hesitation in her voice. "Where do we go from here?"
A grin adorned his features. "The shower, so I can get you dirty again."