It'd been a week since our last encounter. I began to miss the feel of his fingertips on my skin, his breath in my ear. I was thinking about him as I strode through the hallways of the arena, my camera in my hand. Having just finished photographing a match between CM Punk and John Cena, I was was anxious to get back to my computer to save the shots. Maybe even touch them up a bit there before I could make my way back to my office at the magazine headquarters. "There you are, little one." When I halted he stepped from the shadows, his fedora low over his eyes. "I've been thinking about you all day." I licked my lips, taking in the sight of him. Our entire relationship is a strange, scary thing, but I'd be lying if I didn't say my heart skipped a beat every time I saw a hawaiian print shirt. "Got time for a visit?" He asked, a wry smile on his face.
I followed him as he strolled to the locker rooms. He opened the door of the one marked Wyatts and stepped through. I glanced around at the empty hallway before I followed. One careless mistake could get us caught, costing both of us our jobs. He locked the door behind me and took my camera from me, setting it in one of the open faced lockers. He grabbed a fistfull of my hair, pulling my head back to kiss me roughly. He bit my lower lip, bruising it before he smoothed it with his tongue. As a show of my willingness I got down on my knees, undoing his belt and his jeans. "Eager today, aren't we?" He smirked. I didn't reply, I only pulled down his jeans and boxers. He was already erect, his impressive member waiting for my touch. He moaned as I moved my hand around him, taking him into my mouth.
He leaned back against the lockers, his hand on the back of my head guiding my movements. "Jesus.." He murmured. I used my tongue and my hand, being rewarded by the growl I invoked from him. "Oh fuck." His body swayed against me, his muscles growing tense under my hands. He moaned, licking his lips as he watched me. "Maybe I should let you have your way more often." He moaned .
He came forcefully, filling my mouth with his warmth. The lockers seemed to be the only thing holding him up as he stroked himself a few times. I scratched his hips lightly with my fingernails, making another growl rise in his throat. "I'll have to reward you for that." He lead me over to the couch in the room, pushing me back onto the leather cushions. With very little effort he freed me from my pants, his hands roaming under my shirt. He got on his knees on the floor, parting my legs. "You've been such a good girl. Let me serve you." His hands traveled up my thighs, rubbing my sex through my panties. I felt as if I'd crawl out of my skin as he peeled my underwear away, tossing it aside. He kissed the inside of my thighs, his beard tickling my skin as he worked his way higher. This was a first for us and I could barely contain my excited moans. He stopped to pull my shirt over my head, disposing of my bra as well. He kissed his way down my stomach, stopping to circle my belly button with his tongue. I cried out as he went lower, his warm wet mouth against my core.
His tongue moved rhythmically, causing me to arch my back, my hands searching for anything to grab and help me feel grounded. He laughed, his breath tickling me as he slid a finger in. "I take it that I'm good at this." He added a second and worked his tongue in small circles, making me lift off of the couch. He worked with just his fingers and laughed, low and manically. "Say my name." I moaned out his name and his thumb replaced his tongue, circling the sensitive area with unbearably slow movements. "I own you, little girl. Let me hear how you feel about it." I moaned loudly as my body began to shake. He pulled away, leaving me begging for more. He made a soft clicking noise with his tongue. "No no, not yet. You can't come until. I say you can."
He stood back, overlooking every inch of my body with hungry eyes as he stroked himself. "You're so beautiful, and all mine." He said, his eyes never leaving my body as he made himself moan. "All mine, all mine." He murmured as he grabbed my hips, pulling me to the edge of the couch. He wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my lower body off of the couch. He grasped one breast, them then other before grazing his hands across my stomach, stopping at my center. "Say my name." He said, rubbing a painfully slow circle around my most sensitive spot with his thumb. Once I breathed his name he entered me, moving painfully slow.
"Oh god…" I moaned as he moved slowly in and out. "Bray…" "Now now. Tell me what you want, and ask nicely." "Fuck me, please." I replied. "Good girl." He chided, picking up the pace slightly. He grabbed my wrists, holding them both tightly in one hand. Against my will I let out a squeak of pain and he stopped mid thrust. He stared down at the black sweat band I always wore, suddenly curious about them. He went to pull one off and I protested, crossing my arms across my chest. "Now now, don't make me punish you. What are you hiding, little one?" Feeling his eyes on the healing scars felt more intimate than anything we'd ever done. I seen the anger in his eyes as he looked over the healing scars. "Why?" He asked sternly, pulling away from her and kneeling in front of her. "Why, darlin?" I sat up, crossing my legs and tugging the sweat bands back down. "Don't." He said, pulling both if the bands from my wrists. I felt so ashamed, watching him rub his thumb gently across the scars. "Is this because of me?" He asked, glancing up into his eyes. I shook my head. "No. I don't feel like I need to when I'm with you." The hardness in his eyes melted away, replaced by a look of compassion that made tears well up in my eyes.
He took my wrists gently and kissed the old scars. "Don't let me find anymore new scars." I tried hard to fight it but a tear rolled across my cheek. "You're too beautiful for this. Lay your world on me, I can take the weight." He said, wiping away the tears. "You have total permission to fuck my brains out, if it means you don't harm yourself anymore." He said, his lips curling into a smile and I smiled back through the tears. A knock on the door startled both of us. "Bray, are you in there?" Luke asked . "Yea man, give me a minute." He called to him. "Go start the shower, I'll be in to join you." He said with a wink as he stepped into his jeans. I grabbed up my clothes and headed to the shower area, cutting it on just before the guys walked in. "What's going on?" I heard Erick. "I was just about to take a shower." I heard him laugh.