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CHAPTER 4
If there was something Maryse was really good at, it was on how to work her body. She knew how to pose to appeal, she knew how to exalt her good attributes and she understood perfectly the art of suggestion. For her, using her body as a weapon was the easiest thing in the world and if she took advantage of all the little tricks she had learnt over years to get Phil back into the mood, there would be no chance that he could resist.
She was very sure of that, and judging by what was going on before they got so rudely interrupted, she didn't have much work to do anyway. Phil has been so much into the moment that she didn't think he would object for round number two.
A good feel of her skin under his fingertips, maybe some more suggestive talking and that would be it for him. In a matter of nothing she was going to have him eating out of the palm of her hand before he could even comprehend it.
Of course, that was what she thought when she walked out to lock the door of the locker room, but now that she walked back into the showers and saw him sitting with a scowl on his face as he took off his ruined boots she started to think that maybe, just maybe she would have to try some of her tricks to get him right where she wanted him to be.
Not that it mattered, the hard part of breaking the ice was already done and she only needed to pick of from where they left.
Running her tongue across her bottom lip, the blonde beauty dropped to the floor the damp towel she has been using to cover her naked torso and placed her arm strategically over her breast, covering just enough skin so the man sitting with his back to her would want to remove the arm himself to take a good view; maybe he would even want to do more than that.
After all men were visual creatures and there was nothing that could get their attention more than a female body at the verge of being exposed.
"So where were we?" She asked in her thick accent, her voice almost a purr as she stood by the door.
At the sound of her voice, Phil released the boot he has been holding in one hand and turned around to her. His brows were knit together and his dark eyes were burning through her, making her feel kind of uncomfortable under his stare.
"If my memory doesn't fail me, we were just in the part where you wanted me to fuck you right through that wall over there." He said curtly without taking his eyes away from her.
Maryse only nodded, pouting her lips as she tried to think on a good way to proceed. If she were another person, just with the look he was sending her she would have grabbed her clothes, put them back on and leave the building in a rush. But if truth be told, the dark look on his face reminded her too much of her dream Punk and that only made her want him more.
It was just that there was a wild glint in his eyes that bordered in feral and she could just imagine him using that intensity to drive her mad with lust.
She liked it, and she liked it very much.
Feeling a new rush of desire run through her veins, Maryse bit on her full lips and eyed him. Real life dark Phil vs. dream dark CM Punk; right in that moment she had to choose the real one because he was there, half worked on and very available. So with that in mind she took a few steps into the room and paraded in front of him.
"You are mad." It wasn't a question, just an observation and she wondered why he was mad. Didn't watching her half naked and at reaching distance made him happy?
Phil snorted, the fire in his eyes focused only in her. "I'm not mad, I was just wondering what the fuck just happened here. I mean, shouldn't it be a tad strange that you go from barely talking to me to throwing yourself at me all of a sudden? And as if that wasn't weird enough we get Ted walking in right in the middle of it all."
Well… she had to admit that the Ted thing had been kind of weird, but that was why she closed the door, so that they wouldn't get anymore interruptions. As for the other thing, yeah… going from not talking to him very often to having as a mission getting into his pants could be catalogued as a bit strange…
But anyway, very slowly and making sure he was watching her, Maryse used her free hand to run it through her hair and then walked seductively towards him. Like she was expecting, he watched with dark-predatory eyes every step that she made, and once she was right in front of him she bent down and looked at him right into his green smoldering orbs.
"I'm not throwing myself at you;" She said in a low whisper, moving her hand over the bench and resting it so very near to him that she was almost touching him. "I thought this was more of an exchange. You give me what I want and I will give you whatever you want and then more."
Phil's eyes moved slowly down her face and she let a full smirk take over her lips when he stopped at her almost exposed breast. She knew what he was thinking and it probably had to do with the replacement of her arm and hand for his.
"So why don't you tell me what is it that you want and I'll give it to you, anything." She said, using her sultry voice and hoping he would like the sound of it.
On his part, the Chicago native tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes. "Is this an offer you throw around the guys very often? Because I don't like to take something that has been passed around all over the place."
At his words, Maryse's tongue darted out and ran angrily over her lips. She didn't like the implications of what he said and she showed it by the sudden change in her features. Her smirk faded, her eyebrow rose high in her forehead and her jaw tensed.
Sure, her ways probably indicated quite the contrary but the only guy she has been with in the company was Mike and she didn't throw herself at him, they actually dated for over a year.
"You know what-" She began to say as she got back to her feet. Screw Phil, with all his hesitance he was probably going to be a big disappointment anyway. He should be considering himself lucky that she wanted to give him a night to remember but noooo, instead there he was, trying to put her down with false assumptions. "I don't…"
Before she could go on, Phil got to his feet as well and basically pushed her back into the wall, cornering her between the cold tiled wall and his hard body. Once she was where he wanted her, Maryse opened her eyes as wide as they would go and looked up at his towering figure, suddenly realizing how much taller and stronger he was.
She also realized that she barely knew the man. Apart from knowing that he worked in the same company as her and that he was that Straight Edge thing she knew nothing. Of course, instead of feeling intimidating by that she found it more exciting, it was basically the first time she did something like that and there was a sense of novelty in it that she liked.
It made her feel naughty and the thrill of it seem promising; it made her bite her lips in anticipation…
"You don't what?" He asked, his voice so low and dark that Maryse had to swallow down hard upon hearing it.
She had nothing to say to that, she became mute under his imposing presence. She liked that he was taking control of the situation because it was hot, so hot that she had to fight hard against the urge or rising to her tip toes to kiss him.
"You don't go around much or you don't want to play your little mind games on me anymore?"
Trying to regain her composure, the French-Canadian lifted her face to him and parted her lips lightly. Then, as he watched she licked her lips. "First, I'm not something that has been passed around the entire locker room and second, I don't do mind games."
Phil chuckled, the tip of his tongue peeking between his lips to touch the little ring on them while his face lowered towards her. "And what if I don't believe you?" He asked in the lowest of the murmurs.
As soon as he said that, Maryse's mood went down to the floor and she tried to push him away. She used both of her hands, placing them over his naked chest and giving him the hardest push her strength could give. But all her strength was practically nothing to him and as she struggled he managed not only to restrict her movements by holding her arms away from him, but he also managed to swirl her around so she would face the wall instead of him.
"What do you think are you doing?" She asked in a rush, flexing her fingers as he held her hands trapped between their bodies.
"I don't like when people try to play mind games on me, so why don't you tell me exactly what do you want so we can stop beating around the bushes." He said as he leaned into her, his face hovering over her shoulder as he pressed hard against her back.
From her place against the wall, Maryse could feel that even with all his talk, Phil liked the turn of events a little too much; she knew because his erection was pressing insistently against her ass. At the realization of that, the Diva couldn't help but to smirk and squirm against him, her mood picking up. "I already told you what I want."
"And what was that?" He asked again, letting go of her arms so he could use his hands to reach down to her hips, holding her in place so she would remain glued to him.
Maryse threw her head back and rested it against his chest. It was almost like in her dream and she couldn't help but to close her eyes and lick her lips. "I want you to…" She began to say, but her words died in her throat when his hands slid down to her inner thighs, caressing her flesh as his breathing brushed against her cheek.
"To touch you all over?" He asked, sliding one hand back to her hip. He left it there for a few seconds and then started to move it up and up until it was right under her right breasts. Then, as the fingers of that hand worked on running through her ribcage and getting near her breasts, Phil put his other hand into good use and pressed it right against the heat between her legs. "Like this?"
A broken moan escaped Maryse's lips when he touched her there, her body shivering with repressed desire as he started to rub his fingers against her.
She liked that Phil much better than she liked the one he has been a few minutes ago and she showed him by pushing her ass against him.
"You are all wet." He whispered into her ear, his voice scratchy as he ever so slowly moved his hand to the edge of her pants so he could slide it in, going underneath them and past her underwear.
The blonde Diva leaned forward and pressed her forehead against the wall, concentrating on the feeling of Phil's fingers wrestling a match against her pants so he could have enough room to move. And God, when he finally got the space he was looking for she felt her knees getting weak as a lone lean finger pushed its way between her slick folds, teasing her slit and then alternating between flickering her nub and rubbing it.
As he silently worked on that secret place she kept hidden, Maryse mumbled under her breath a few words in French; she knew Phil probably though she was talking gibberish but she really didn't care, she just wanted him to keep doing exactly what he was doing.
"You haven't answered me, Maryse, is this what you wanted all along or did you want something else?" He asked, his tone low as the tip of his finger menaced to break deep inside of her.
"Right now I'll be happy if you just keep doing that." She breathed out the words, feeling as if his finger was made of fire and he was melting her.
Phil breathed against her, pushing his finger into her as far as it would go. "Doing what, this?"
Maryse moaned out loud; at the invasion she felt her inner muscles quivering around his finger and the sensation was mind blowing. In fact, she could actually feel all of her being trembling as a liquid warm sensation rushed to settle on her lower stomach.
It was insane, just one finger probing into her and her mind left her body, all she could concentrate was on the way he slid in and out of her, in and out…
"Tell me, because if you don't tell me I will have to stop. Is that what you want, for me to stop?" To prove his point, Phil stopped his movements, but he stopped while his finger remained buried deep into her.
"No, I don't want you stop." Maryse responded breathless, and since her hands were just resting against the wall she decided to put them into good use as well.
She reached for him, her hands sneaking between their bodies so she could touch him; but he was pressing so hard into her that it was impossible for her hand to touch him like she wanted to.
"Too bad," He said, removing his finger and pulling his hand out of her pants; then he took a few steps away from her.
As soon as he stopped doing what he was doing, Maryse turned around immediately, staring at him and feeling her face more than a little flushed.
She could still feel her limbs shaking and there was a sweet ache that started in her groin and rushed all the way to her toes.
She wanted him to take care of that ache. "Too bad what?" She breathed out.
Phil shrugged, his dark eyes contrasting with the apparent relaxed features of his face "I told you, I don't want to be yet another one of the guys you allured with your little antics."
"Would you stop that already, I don't go around sleeping with everyone I see around here." That he would say that was ridiculous and it made her mad because she wasn't a slut; yeah she was far from being a saint but still, she didn't like what he was saying.
"But you are with Mike," He said in a matter-of factly- tone as he crossed his arms up to his chest.
"I'm not, we haven't been together for months and besides him I haven't been with any of the guys like you say."
Phil didn't say anything to that; instead he remained standing a few feet away, staring at her with an expression that was very hard to read.
Jeez, why did he have to be so complicated? She just wanted sex! Was that too hard to understand? He was the one playing mind games with her and now she was almost sure that when all was said and done she would have to walk out of there unfulfilled. She didn't like it one bit, but that didn't mean that she was going to beg him or something like that. If he was going to be like that fine, whatever…
"You know what," She said pursing her lips and tilting her head to the side. "Think whatever you want of me because I don't care."
Not minding that she was only wearing her little wrestling shorts, Maryse took a few steps forward. Her intention had been to walk pass him and get the hell out; but just when she was about to do just that, he grabbed her by the arm and made her swirl around.
Maryse turned her face to him and before she could open her mouth to ask what was he doing, the tattooed man grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him, forcing their lips to clash together in a kiss.
As soon as her lips touched his, the blonde Diva parted them and let him in, allowing his tongue to sweep over hers at will. There was nothing tender about it, he invaded her, his tongue plunging right into her mouth so he could kiss her long and deep as his arms circled her waist to crush her to him.
The way he was kissing her was passion at its rawest form and Maryse loved every bit of it. His kiss made her feel wanton and out of control and she had to moan into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of him taking control of the situation.
Throwing an arm around his neck, Maryse kissed Phil back with the same fervor he was kissing her, breathing from him, tasting him and just loving the way the naked skins of their upper bodies felt against each other.
That was what she wanted, the contact of flesh against flesh, a kiss to blow her mind and everything and anything he would give her. She just loved it, and if his volatile behavior always lead him to act that way she wasn't going to mind, at all.
Deep into kissing each other, Phil took a moment and lifted Maryse off the floor. He did with no effort whatsoever and then, while still holding her up he lowered himself and put her down over the bench.
Upon feeling his body go down on top of hers, Maryse arched her back and pushed her hips forward, searching for a nice feel of his hard-on pressing into her groin. She craved for the feeling and when he pushed into her she moaned again.
If only he would do that without their clothes on.
But then, just as suddenly as he started kissing her he stopped, getting up to his feet and watching with all the intensity of his eyes as she remained laying over the bench.
"You know, I would love to stay here and go back and forth with this but I have a few things to do."
"Excuse me?" Maryse said sitting down. He wasn't thinking on leaving now, was he?
"I have to go," He shrugged, but even though he was trying to act indifferent she could see the storm she provoked in his eyes. That he wanted her there was no doubt, but for some reason she couldn't comprehend he didn't want to give in completely.
Blinking a couple of times, Maryse shut her mouth and looked down his body until her eyes caught the obvious erection inside his wrestling trunks. She smiled when she saw that and extending a hand she touched it.
"And you are just going to walk out like this, let me take care of it." Leaning forward and before he could do something to prevent it, Maryse ran her tongue over the hard bulge that wanted to break out his trunks. "Then if you want you can go…"
With that said, Maryse pulled the little trunks down, finding that underneath it he had yet another trunk-alike piece. It didn't matter, she pulled it down too and was rewarded when the very essence of his manhood sprung out, thick and proudly flushed.
Smiling, Maryse brushed her lips against it, grabbing him by the base and holding it firmly against her face. She inhaled his scent, feeling it pulse in her hand…
"You are truly a little temptress."
Maryse smirked, what he said was close to an admittance of defeat and she wanted to think that he was going to give up the fight against her; after all he wasn't pulling away and he had no objection to what she was doing, obviously.
So wanting to go further with him, she looked up into the heat of his eyes and took him into her mouth, sliding her lips over the crown of his erection and then going even lower. Humming over the pleasure it gave her to finally taste him so intimately, Maryse took as much as him as she could take and applied the lightest of the suctions, her tongue swirling around him as he throbbed inside her mouth.
As Maryse skillfully worked on his arousal, Phil sucked in a breath without taking his eyes away from her and then licked his lips, his face dark and somber as he remained in his place. On her part Maryse closed her eyes and focused on what she was doing.
The moment didn't last much though, after barely a few minutes of treating him with her lips, tongue and even her hands, Phil moved his own hands to her head and tangled his fingers there, for a second Maryse though he was going to guide her movements and she rolled her eyes annoyed, she hated when a man would do that.
But instead of guiding her, what Phil did was pull her face out of his hard member and force her to her feet. When he did it, Maryse though that he had enough and was walking out, but then he roughly kissed her lips and took her place over the bench, sitting down and letting her stand.
That's when she knew he was up to something.
"Take them off." He commanded, kicking his trunks into a corner of the room and then watching intently as Maryse stood expectantly in front of him.
Without wasting any time, the French Canadian did as she was told and got rid of her shorts and undies, making the last items of her clothing vanish into yet another corner of Ted's shower room. "Better?" She asked, arching an eyebrow as he took and appreciative look at her naked form.
She knew she had a nice body, she worked hard on it so wanting to give him an eyeful she turned around slowly, letting him take a better look.
Phil didn't say anything, and just when she was back to standing right in front of him he grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up to the bench. Not wanting to lose her balance, Maryse placed her hands against his shoulders and used him as a support.
At first she wasn't sure what he wanted to achieve, but when his hand went to her ass to push her nearer and when she noticed that his face was at a level with her exposed privates, she bit hard on her lips and waited to see what he was going to do.
He was looking at her and as he watched there was a sense of giddiness in her, after all it wasn't every day that she had one of her co-workers taking a close look at her most tender spot. Then, as if that wasn't enough he lifted a hand and using his fingers he parted her, exposing her even more.
For a while he did nothing else and she wanted to ask him if he was going to stare at her all night long or if he was going to do something more pleasurable, but before the words could even form in her mind, he closed the distance that separated them and using his tongue he probed her.
Maryse gasped, settling her foot firmly over the bench as her eyes took on what he was doing. Watching him felt erotic, the new feeling of his tongue ring brushing all over her enough to drive her mad.
He licked, dragged his tongue over her aching clit and then sucked it into his mouth, and as he teased her beyond the limits of comprehension her hands flew to his head, holding him in place as her fingers got a nice feeling of the silkiness of his hair.
"God, I love that…" She panted as she threw her head back.
"I'm not God, I'm Phil." He mumbled, the way his voice vibrated against her sensitive flesh tickling her in the most sensuous of ways.
Maryse didn't mind his words though, she was beyond caring of what he said; what he was doing was taking her very close to the edge and all she could concentrate was on sensation.
She felt feverish and in her mind all that mattered was his tongue on her, everything else was a blur. "Just…" She whimpered, holding tighter to him. "Don't you stop now."
"You want to get off on me?" He asked, his low tone sounding slightly amused.
Her response was a low affirmative hum, she just wanted him to act instead of talk.
"I can't hear you." He murmured against her, placing a series of light kisses against her inner tight.
"Phil," She complained as she looked down on him. "Don't be a damn tease… and just, just keep doing what you were doing." She was too damn close and she didn't want him to take her down her cloud with his talking.
Phil smirked, and taking her words into consideration he held her hips firm in his hands and dragged his lips back to her sex. He parted her again, flickered his tongue against the bundle of nerves hidden between her folds and that was all it took for Maryse to reach her climax.
The blonde WWE Diva shut her eyes tight and moaned, the sound coming from the back of her throat as Phil refused to stop feasting of her. He held her closer, his lips and tongue still working on her as she shivered her release away.
It was amazing, he was amazing and when he got up to his feet and lifted her up against him she barely took notice. She was still not in her right mind.
"I can't feel my legs." She laughed out loud, and wanting to see if they still worked she wrapped them around his hips.
They worked alright, and not only did they work but they held to him as he walked with her around the room.
"If you can't feel them now wait until I grant your little wish." Phil whispered darkly as his hands cupped her ass to held her up, then he placed her against the wall and after accommodating himself in such a way that his erection was in the right place, he pushed in and with a groan he buried himself deep into her.
Hissing, Phil drew almost all the way out and then slammed back in, his eyes watching without blinking the way their bodies joined in the most pleasurable of sins. "See, just like you wanted it." He growled, repeating the motion over and over again until he picked a rhythm that he seemed to enjoy.
He wasn't too fast, but he wasn't too slow either… his pace was just perfect and with a little of motivation she was sure that he could make her reach her climax again. Hopefully.
"Yeah, just like I wanted it." Maryse growled as well, using the same feral tone he was using. That seemed to increase her new lover's drive because he slammed harder into her, making her gasp at the impact.
She was still too sensible and the feeling of him moving within her was overwhelming, especially when he started to use his hand to roam her behind.
He knead, he grabbed and even brushed a finger to her pucker. That was another first for her, with her past lovers she kept that area off limits and yet there was Phil, touching her where nobody has touched her before…
And she liked it, to her that was like a broken taboo and that he touched her there, even if it was briefly made her trembled all over.
"I dreamt about you, about this." She breathed out, watching as he looked into her eyes. His eyes seemed almost black with the force of his desire and she had to hold her breath for a second, mesmerized by the fire in them.
"You did?" He asked, his eyes delving deep into hers and his movements never slowing down. Then he smirked. "Was I any good?"
Humming, Maryse leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly. "You were a damn tease."
Phil chuckled, but then Maryse started to kiss him long and deep and the mood went back into sex overdrive.
Much as she wanted him to, Phil kept going at her, sliding in and out of her; all until his thrusts started to become erratic.
"If I keep like this I'm going to fucking cum." He hissed, his fingers digging into her flesh.
Maryse bit her lips and smirked. "Then cum for me, I want to feel you." Yeah, she has been kind hoping that she could reach the edge a second time, but the truth was that no one had ever make her climax twice in one session and she wasn't disappointed that Phil didn't; in fact, she was more interested on seeing him get off.
Without sliding out of her, Phil moved away from the wall and put her down on the bench, laying her down so he could rest his weight over her. Once there, engaged into a body to body experience, he grabbed one of her legs, lifted it up and started to slam back into her.
"Fuck…"
At the new sensation Maryse moaned out loud, she loved the way his body was pinning her down and she loved even more the wild look on his face as he possessed her. "Cum for me, Phil." She purred.
Phil licked at his lips and before his tongue could retreat back into the cave of his mouth, Maryse darted hers out and touched it to his. That movement marked the beginning of another kiss and as it went on Maryse pushed his hand away from her thigh so she could hold him to her by locking her legs around him.
"Don't do that or I'll cum right inside of you."
At his words, Maryse held him tighter and grabbed his face to kiss him hard. That's how she took him to the edge, and with some jerky thrust and more than a few groans and moans he spilled his warm seed deep inside of her.
Maryse loved it, as he rode down his orgasm he never stopped thrusting into her, add to that the feeling of his hot essence filling her up and the way he clumsily searched for her lips to kiss and she was a goner, again…
"Oh God," The orgasm hit her hard and took her un-prevented, making her squirm and moan underneath him as he kept pushing in and out of her until he subsequently had nothing more to give.
After that Maryse really couldn't feel her legs and she relaxed her hold on him, her lips curving into a satisfied smile and her eyes closed. "That was just… wow."
"It was. But was I better than in your dream?"
"Yes," In her dream things were left unconcluded and in reality they finished in the sweetest of notes. He was more than what she was expected him to be and that couldn't be bad in her book.
"Good, because I really hate competing with myself." With that said, he pulled out of her and got to his feet. A few seconds later she heard the shower running and she assumed that he went to clean himself.
She should go and clean as well as she was feeling a stickiness pouring out of her; but damn, after that little marathon she wasn't sure if she could stand and to be honest, that his essence was leaking out of her was kind of iconic…
It represented what just happened between them and she liked how it felt.
When she opened her eyes, Phil was already back on his trunks and he was inspecting his shirt. It was still damp. His trunks were damp too and she didn't even want to look at his boots.
"Do you want me to get you some clothes?" She could clean up and dress quickly before going out to grab his bags.
"Nah, it's okay."
Nodding, Maryse remained down on the bench, naked and marked by him. If she had some self-decorum she would at least search for a towel and cover up, but she didn't have any so she didn't bother.
In her mind it was plain stupid that after the man touched her all over and that after he came inside of her she would suddenly become shy in front of him.
"Well, that was very interesting but I really need to go now." Phil said once he put on his shirt, the boots and kneepads he was holding in his hands.
Maryse shrugged, arching one eyebrow as she looked up to him. "Go ahead, I will see you around."
Phil snorted and shook his head. "I guess you will."
"Count on it; oh and if you ever feel like exchanging a few words once again you know you can always come to me."
Phil smirked. "I'll keep it in mind, but something tells me that you will be the one wanting to exchange a few words first."
Maryse smiled slyly. He was probably right, what happened in that room between them was insane and who could say that she wouldn't want a repeat in the near future? "It could be."
Arching an eyebrow, Phil tilted his head to the side and then shrugged. "So see you around." With that said, the tattooed man walked out of the room and left Maryse still laying down.
When she was sure she was alone she bit on her lips and sighed. Yes, she was definitely going to see him around and probably very soon.