The startled gasp Becca let out made the enraged man spin around, his eyes locking on her. Slowly standing straighter, calming, looking her up and down, Dean cocked his head, his wicked tongue flicking out a couple of times.
"What are you doing in here sweetheart?" Wild twinges between her legs and the realization she was now locked in a closet with Dean Ambrose almost rendered Becca speechless. After a moment she found her voice.
"I ducked in here to avoid Orton, Nasty sod's been trying to put a move on me all night." A frown crossed Dean's face.
"Did he put his hands on you?" A giggle escaped Becca as she shook her head. Leaning against a wall for a couple of moments, the tall blond pushed away and slowly grew closer to Becca. Noting his eyes looking her up and down slowly, Becca returned the favor and eyed the body of the man that had driven her into the wildest bouts of lust she'd ever felt in her life. How in the hell was it possible a man she'd seen on the Television, the Internet and during live shows could drive he so totally insane without ever touching her? Now he was just feet away from her. Damn her undies were soaked! She was afraid he would see any moment now evidence of her body's reaction to him.
"Well then, you and I are locked in a closet, they probably won't unlock the door until the shows over, they don't want me messing up any more of their plans, that's a good couple of hours from now." He chuckled, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips again. Damn did that man ever look wicked! "What can we do to amuse ourselves?" A wicked smirk flitted across his face as he came closer looking her over again. 'Becca, this is your chance, go for it! Her thoughts turned wicked as she licked her own lips, he was watching her closely. Giving Dean a wicked smile she stepped a little closer, reached out and grabbed hold of his belt buckle and pulled him closer.
A brief surprised look on the handsome face changed to a one of sheer lust quickly. Reaching down to grip her hips Dean pulled her small body up against his and wrapped his arms around her. Becca inhaled the wicked scent he was wearing as she wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up to see him watching her. 'Now or never' she thought as she smirked and slid her hands down and grabbed his ass, it was worth it to see his eyes shoot open wide and feel his sharp inhale. Narrowing his eyes, he slid his hands down and cupped her ass hard enough to lift her up onto her toes.
The throaty moan from Becca made him smirk. Releasing her, he reached to pull off his shirt. Groaning at the sight of his bare chest Becca reached to run her hands down his chest. Grabbing her hands Dean shook his head.
"Nope," He backed up. "Your shirt next." Huffing out, Becca scolded him and told him what a damned tease he was. Looking wicked as he licked his lips, Dean only laughed. Flippantly tossing her head, Becca pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. Locking eyes on her black lace bra and what it held, Deans big hands rose up reaching for her. Turning her back on him Becca laughed and stepped away.
"Nope! Two can play the tease big boy!" As a big arm circled her waist and yanked her back against him Dean lowered a wicked kiss to her neck then nipped the skin lightly. The wicked lust was rising up between her thighs, pulsing and driving her to distraction.
"Damn you!" Becca groaned, the chuckle against her skin made her shiver. Turning in his arms ready to tell him off her words silenced before she could speak when his lips landed on hers, feather soft at first. Several kisses followed, growing in intensity from the first gentle brush of his lips to longer kisses growing sloppy and a bit forceful. When Dean's wicked tongue sought entrance to her mouth Becca allowed it, reveling in the sensations he was stirring.
'My God can he kiss! I'm not giving him back if he can f**k as good as he kisses! F**k it! I'm not giving him back period!' Becca's thoughts made her giggle slightly into the kiss, as their tongues began to tangle in a battle for dominance. Gently raking her nails down Dean's chest, and feeling him shudder as he groaned slightly made her smile. Breaking away momentarily Dean looked at her sternly.
"You like to play dirty don't you?" Becca laughed, and lightly scratched him down the length of his arms and turned her back to him again.
"As dirty as I can." Pushing forward and wrapping his arms around her tightly the bigger body quickly pinned her against the wall. With a startled yelp as her stomach hit the cold wall, Becca tried to wriggle around and found the big blond was holding her too well. Leaning down to nuzzle her neck and nibble around her neck a little Dean had her moaning and squirming in seconds. Growling into her ear as he obviously was searching for spots to tease at.
"Let's face it you little minx, we were both f**king each other earlier with our eyes." His hands slid up from her hips to flatten out across her belly and work upwards giving Becca goosebumps.
"I think we both want this just as bad," he rasped as his hands slid up over her breasts, grasping firmly, but not enough to hurt. "Mmmmm, just the right size." That damned tongue flicked at her throat like a snakes. Squeezing her breasts and massaging them lightly as he deftly undid her bra and tossed it aside. Dean teased Becca's nipples by plucking at them, pinching, and rolling at them between his fingers until he heard a soft moan. Chuckling softly in her ear, Dean rolled his hips against her ass, letting her feel that he was getting a hard on.
"Feel that baby, that's what you're doing to me," he rasped out as he flicked his tongue around her ear and down her neck, nibbling his way back up, smirking as she shivered again. Becca countered his actions by rubbing her ass against his growing stiffness.
"Mmmm, I did that to you did I?" She taunted. "And just what do you think I should do about it?" The deep groan as Dean began to grind his hips at her made Becca laugh as she managed to twist around finally to face him. Looking down at her bare chest, Dean licked his lips and began to lower himself to his knees. Running his hands down her breasts gently he rose to flick his tongue gently at one nipple, then the other, teasing back and forth as is hands slid around her back, on up to grip her shoulders as he sucked one nipple into his mouth and suckled briefly before switching to the other. Becca watched him thinking damned if this wasn't the sexiest thing she'd ever seen.
The look on his face was telling her he was so lost in the moment, he was oblivious to the world outside the door. Playing with her nipples as he suckled was making the wetness between her legs increase by leaps and bounds. The Lunatic Fringe, on his knees, sucking on her tits. Mmmm, she ran her fingers through tousled hair, the soft whimpering noises he made, his glazed look, she'd never forget this. When he finally took a break he rubbed his face across her belly, kissing gently here and there. Resting his chin on her belly and looking up Dean smirked.
"I'm not the only one getting worked up am I sweetheart?" His naughty look as he slid down, trailing his hands down her body as he looked up from her knee level made her feel the wicked pulsing start again. Gripping her hips as he lay his face on her thigh rubbing wickedly like a cat might and watched her for a moment before reaching for the snap on her jeans, flipping it open, then unzipped them slowly and tugged at the waistline until her hips were free from the heavy fabric. Sliding the fabric down her thighs, licking his lips Dean helped her step free of them. An evil grin graced his handsome face as he looked at her black lace undies.
"My, my beautiful, is that a wet spot?" He stood up reaching to pull her undies down. Laughing Becca turned away. Grabbing her with one arm around her waist to hold her still Dean pinned her back against the wall, and began to slide his other hand down her belly and over her crotch to cup her gently. Nipping her neck as he gently began to rub at her, Dean laughed as she jumped moaning. Damn his wickedness!
"It IS a wet spot, a nice big one..." His hand released her and went for the waist band and slid inside, boldly going straight for her most delicate parts. Running his fingers up and down the folds of her heated flesh gently a couple times Dean only laughed when she cursed him in frustration.
"You damn f**king evil man!" Becca tried twisting away. "You F**king tortuous Tease!" She retaliated by deliberately rubbing her ass against his swollen crotch. With a strangled moan he thrust reflexively. God Damn that man was built! A single wicked finger slipped between her wet folds and began to run up and down a little before moving to tease her clit by circling around it and flicking a it, making her buck against him. "Damn you!" Becca moaned
"Sh...Sh baby, easy, I'll take good care of you." Kissing her temple he spoke softly. "So f**king wet," he murmured "Is it all for me?" He massaged Becca's clit gently making her squirm and moan as she moved into his motions. "Tell me baby, are you this wet just for me?" Feeling her tensing Dean bit at her neck. "Tell me or I'll stop."
"Don't you f**king dare!" Becca's growl only made him laugh as he continued to prompt her."Yes! Damnit! I'm fucking soaked because of you! The second your music started and you came out, I f**king lost control of my body!" Becca felt gentle kisses across her shoulder.
"Good girl!" His breathy whisper tickled at her ear as he began to tease her clit, pinching at it, stroking and teasing down her folds stirring her up. "Come on baby let it happen." Wicked fingers teased her until Becca was grinding against his hand. Blessedly Dean stopped the tormenting, got serious and worked his fingers to help her to get off. The long hot fingers working her body like he was playing a musical instrument had Becca moaning uncontrollably as the sweet heat grew like a raging inferno inside her, higher and higher, trying so hard to make it happen, forcing her body against his hand. Holding her breath, straining until like a lightening strike she felt the violent waves, radiate out from her core. Her whole body shaking as she slowly came down from her high. Dean held onto her firmly as he slid his hand out from between her legs.
Bringing his hand up and over her shoulder, Becca turned to watch him put the fingers that had just been teasing her to his mouth. Slowly sucking each finger into his mouth and licking it clean, making very exaggerated movements.
"Mmmm," Dean practically purred. "The sweetest thing I've ever tasted." He finished licking his fingers and gave Becca a wicked smile. "I want more!"