"Keep the change." AJ told the driver, as she passed him a twenty. He ogled her when she stepped out, and she felt a little embarrassed. Pulling her hem down, she looked up and down the street for Dean. He was standing outside of the restaurant, smoking a cigarette.
She walked over to him, waving a little when he noticed her.
"You look great." He said with a smile, leaning down to kiss her on her flushed cheek. He was in his signature black trousers with a tight black shirt that showed off his arm muscles. She wasn't sure if he had worn it on purpose, or if he was completely oblivious to how it made herself and probably half of the female population feel.
He threw his cigarette nub on the floor, letting it burn out on the pavement. Taking her hand, Dean lead her into the restaurant, as they made their away over to the table that he had booked. A single rose sat in a clear vase on the table. She lifted one of the menus, glancing through the glorious options; money wasn't a problem in AJs world.
"I thought you were never going to turn up." Dean said, his face hidden by his menu, making it impossible for AJ to tell if he was joking or not.
"I got... caught up." She said awkwardly, not wanting to rub herself and Punk in Dean's face. Dean just hummed in response before putting his menu down.
"At least I have you now." He said with a smirk, and she felt as if she would melt into the chair.
The two stood on the curb, as AJ was about to haul a cab. Reaching her arm out, she caught the attention of a cab down the road, and it headed towards the two.
"So, I was thinking that after..." Dean started, though AJ frowned, causing him to stall. "What?" He asked.
"I was going to spend some time alone tonight." She admitted. She had spent so much time between the two men, that she had barely had any time to herself. It was all a little bit overwhelming.
He nodded, sighing a little. The black widow couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
"I'm sorry." She began, but he interrupted her by touching her cheek gently. She couldn't help but smile as he rubbed her with his thumb. He put his arm around her waist, pulling her in for a deep kiss as she touched his arm muscles that she had been staring at all night.
He tugged at her hair a little, making her knees feel weak as she gripped onto him for support. Pulling away suddenly, her eyes flickered open and she looked up at him lustfully. He smirked, knowing that his trick had worked. "I guess... I could come for a few hours." She said breathlessly.
They had only just shut the hotel room door behind them before Dean was pulling at her dress, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. He lifted her up a little, pushing her roughly against the wall. She groaned in his ear, wanting more, as he scratched and bit at her skin like an animal.
Putting the tiny brunette feet back on the ground, he pulled away a little, giving her a moment to catch her breath. She giggled, grabbing his rough hand as she headed to the bed. He followed her, a devilish grin across his face.
She jumped on the bed with a smirk as he stood, gazing at her. There was something about the lunatic fringe that changed AJ from the innocent girl to a wild cat. She couldn't help but think about Punk, who was in the same hotel as them. She knew that he would be thinking about her.
"I'm going to destroy you." He said in a harsh tone, though she knew better than to think that he would harm her. AJ used her hand to motion him closer, kneeling down on the bed. He came towards her, crawling across the bed until their faces were only inches away.
"Take off the dress." He ordered her, his eyes longing to see her naked athletic body. She obliged, feeling sexier than ever before. Brushing her curls out of her face, she reached round the back to unzip it, allowing it to fall down to her sides. She leaned back, pulling it from around her perky bum and down her smooth legs. All the time, Dean watched in amazement.
"Your turn." AJ said as she lay on the king size bed. Dean shook his head, leaning in closer.
"You don't tell me what to do." He said, grabbing her hair, not hard enough to hurt her, as he pulled her in for another kiss. Dean had always been dominant, it wasn't just an in-ring persona. It was nice to have the mix between Punks caring side and Deans aggressive side. She just couldn't get enough of either of them.
She listened obediently as he told her everything to do, enjoying being his little sub.
She crawled on all fours as he climbed behind her, enjoying the view for a second before slapping her ass hard. The brunette gasped at the pain, forgetting how rough Dean could be. He kissed it as the mark turned red, enjoying how easily he could hurt her. He slipped one finger into her wet pussy, and AJs first reaction was to retreat. He held her hips in place, driving his finger in and out before adding in his index finger.
AJ moaned, needing more, but knowing that she couldn't ask. She was Deans little sex toy, and it turned her on.
