Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing when it comes to the WWE. If I did, the RAW theme song would be "It's Raining Men". I would go out and let myself get absolutely soaking wet.
Punk stood corrected. John Cena was not a tempting slice of chocolate cake. No, he was the serpent from the Garden of Eden who made Eve eat that damn apple, screwing over the rest of the human race for all eternity.
The last few days had been pure torture for Punk and he knew that Cena was trying all the underhanded methods in the book to try and get into his pants, but so far, he had made it out unmolested and alive.
He didn't know how long he could take this. He wanted it so fucking bad he had developed a twitch in his eye. He was about to break and give in to the evil serpent from hell.
Would Colt understand and not blame him? Cena could make a nunnery turn into a reenactment of Fifty Shades of Grey in approximately five minutes. How the hell could he go up against that? He wasn't a freaking nun by any stretch of the imagination.
Punk was pulled from his intense thoughts when John entered the cabin soaking wet and in only a pair of skin-tight boxer briefs. He watched as tiny droplets of water ran down John's rippling body and disappeared into his shorts. Punk involuntarily licked his lips, wishing absently that he was a drop of water.
"Woah, snap out of it, dumbass!" Punk thought to himself. He couldn't be this affected by this particular antic of John's. This was more mundane and less in your face than some of John's other tactics.
Over the last few days, John had basically been running around naked, so Punk should have been used to it, but seeing all that rippling muscle set Punk's heart racing. Some of John's other tactics were rubbing himself against Punk "accidentally", touching Punk in personal places "accidentally", and walking in on Punk naked and sending heated looks "accidentally". "Accidentally, my ass." Punk thought to himself.
It also didn't help that Punk hadn't had sex in over a year. This made him think that John Cena was only attractive because he was sexually starved and there was no one else on the island to lust after. Yes, that was it.
Punk watched as John started taking off his underwear, which snapped him out of his thoughts. The best way to fight temptation is to not be around it, so Punk stood up and left the cabin. Running away in this situation was not cowardly, it was self-preservation.
If Punk had turned around at that moment, he would have seen the deep frown that had taken over Cena's face. John was shocked that he had lasted this long without snapping, but he could tell that Punk was about to break and give in. He just needed a little more time and encouragement. A smile spread across John's face once again, as he followed after Punk.
John found him on a fallen log near the shoreline. He looked peaceful and deep in thought sitting there watching the ocean. An idea popped in John's mind.
Coming up quietly behind Punk, John wrapped his arms around him and lifted him into the air. Punk was startled and let out a less than manly cry. John thought it was adorable.
John finally set him down his feet and Punk looked at him angrily, but he couldn't bring himself to fly off the handle with his anger. He was tired of fighting with him.
John was standing in front of him in nothing but a small pair of underarmor underwear that he usually wore into the ring. They were tight, they were short, and they were mouthwatering. Punk was so distracted that he almost missed John's question.
"Punk, how would you describe the ocean?" John was smirking ear to ear.
How he described the ocean? What the hell is that supposed to mean and where did that question come from? Thinking it was a completely harmless question, Punk answered. "Rough and angry."
John eyes closed for a moment and Punk heard him growl low in his throat. The sound went straight to Punk's groin. Opening his eyes, which were now more black than blue, John smiled sweetly at Punk. "How you describe the ocean is how you like sex. So, you like rough and angry sex, Punk?"
Punk couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't realize what he was doing until it was too late. Punk ran full choke at John's smirking face and tackled him to the sand in a flurry of limps. Before the bigger man even had a chance to let out a startled scream, Punk smashed his lips against John's in a brutal kiss. John had been asking him to do this for days and Punk wasn't going to let him back out like a fucking tease.
John was too stunned to respond. His brain was stuttering, trying to figure out how he had ended up on the sand with a man attacking them. It suddenly clicked what was happening when Punk bit into John's bottom lip viciously and pulled it toward him. Punk was on top of him kissing him like an animal. He was primed and ready for all John ever wanted to do to him.
Growling low in his throat, John grabbed Punk around the hips and then rolled over so he was crushing Punk into the sand below them. He returned Punk's kiss with just as much heat and violence.
What John and Punk were doing was not kissing. It was violent, passionate, messy, and frightening. John buried his hands in Punk's hair and pulled hard. Punk hissed in pain and this allowed John to slip his tongue into Punk's hot cavern. Moaning at the taste, John tried to get as deep into Punk's mouth as he could so he could taste more, but Punk's tongue battled with his for dominance. Their teeth clacked together, lips were bruising, but they didn't care. This was all about sex, hate and dominance.
Getting tired of being crushed into the sand, Punk hooked a leg around one of John's and then flipped him over so he was straddling John's hips. He felt John's hardness rubbing against his backside so he rubbed back even harder before his lips descended on John's once again.
John's mouth had been wide open from the moan that was ripped out of him when Punk ground his ass against his straining erection. Punk's tongue was able to invade John's mouth and he took the opportunity to explore. His ran his tongue over John's teeth and then caressed his tongue, hoping that it would start to play with his.
Recovering from the burst of intense pleasure, John not wanting to disappoint, started battling with Punk's tongue once again. He had never felt so much pleasure from a kiss before. Everything was so intense when it came to Punk.
Wanting to feel more, John grabbed Punk's clothed hips and then forced them down to grind into his own. Both men groaned in pleasure.
John flipped them over again so he was on top. He continued to grind their clothed erections together by bringing Punk's hips into his on each thrust. This was so intense, but he wanted to do more than just grind against him and kiss.
Breaking their brutal kiss, John moved down to suck one of Punk's earlobes into his mouth. He sucked on it hard and then bit down on it harshly. Punk cried out and John rubbed his tongue against it to sooth his pain. John continued further down Punk's neck, leaving wet kisses in his wake.
When he was at the juncture between neck and shoulder, John heard Punk let out a throaty moan. He had found one of Punk's spots. Concentrating on that spot, John sucked, licked, and kissed that spot and until the skin there was an angry red and sure to bruise into a love bite. John didn't want Punk to be able to deny that this happened after they finished.
John continued further down Punk's body until he reached his nipples and then he feasted on them. Punk's back was arching off the sand in a beautiful arc, making his cock rub against John. Liking this feeling, John bit down on one of Punk's nipples and then tugged. Punk howled in pleasure and then placed both of his hands on John's head, almost like he was afraid John was going to stop. Not a chance in hell
John swirled his tongue around the abused nipple to assuage Punk's pain a little before he descended to the place he really wanted to be
When John reached the edge of Punk's shorts, he looked up at Punk with a heated gaze. Punk was panting hard and his skin was flushed. In other words, he looked beautiful. John licked along the edge of Punk's shorts to tease him a little before he started pulling his shorts down with his teeth.
Punk let out a strangled sound when his engorged member was freed the confines of his shorts. John grinned like a cat that had just gotten its milk as he took in the sight of Punk so wrecked with pleasure. His mouth was watering at the site of Punk's straining cock, but he wanted to make him beg for it.
John nuzzled Punk's member before moving over to his hip bone to kiss and bite it. Punk let out a disappointed groan and rolled his hips when John's mouth didn't descend on him, like he hoped it would.
Sucking on the spot on Punk's hip bone, John knew how badly Punk wanted it, but he wasn't going to give it to him. John bit down on the sensitive skin covering Punk's hip bone and his hips jerked in response to the small pain. Pulling away a little, John looked at his handy work and smiled. He loved putting his mark on Punk. He knew it was a little possessive and archaic, but he didn't care. He liked that Punk was going to bare his marks even days after he was done with him.
Punk arched his hips and his member bumped against John's cheek. Looking Punk in the eye, John saw the desperate look in them. "Please, John" Punk said while arching his hips again.
John smirked and licked the very tip on Punk's member. Punk's eyes rolled back into his head at the brief pleasure, but when John's mouth did not touch him again, he frown and looked back down at John.
Still wearing the same smirk, John asked, "Please what?"
Punk made a sound at the back of his throat and then threw his head back, "Suck me off, John. Please."
Having heard what he wanted to, John didn't give Punk any notice before he engulfed Punk's entire member. "Fuck!" Punk screamed loudly in both surprise and pleasure. Each of his hands grabbed one side of John's head and guided his speed and depth.
It was amazing having Punk in his mouth. He tasted delicious and John could hardly get enough. His pace started out slow. He would let Punk into his mouth and then he would let the head of his member rub again the ribbed roof of his mouth as he pulled away. John traced the vein along the underside of Punk's cock with his tongue. From Punk's reactions, John could tell that he was enjoying himself.
Going for broke, John deep throated Punk until his nose smashed against his pubic bone and then he started humming low in his throat.
Punk stopped breathing for a moment and then it came back in coughs of pleasure. He couldn't stop moaning at the sensation of being buried down John's vibrating and contracting throat. He had never felt anything like it. Punk started feeling that tingling along his spine and balls. He was so close. He wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"John, please!" Punk's words were strangled.
John's mouth left Punk's member with an audible pop. Punk mewled above him in disappointment. He tried to force John's mouth back down on his member with his hands, but John was too strong. "What do you want, Punk?" John said smugly. He knew exactly what Punk wanted but he was going to have to beg for it.
Punk lifted his hips, trying to find some relief. He was so fucking close. "Please make me come, John. I'm so close."
Punk's words sent a thrill through John's body. Punk had actually called him John. He guessed that deserved a little bit of an award. John wrapped his lips around Punk's member once again and took him all the way down to the root. He heard a desperate, pleasure filled scream from above him and he smiled to himself. He liked having this much effect on Punk.
John started humming low in his throat again and the vibrations trailed straight up Punk's spine. He couldn't stop it anymore. "Fuck, John. I'm coming!" Punk screamed as he shot his seed down John's throat.
John took it eagerly, but he didn't swallow. Once Punk had calmed down, John let Punk's softening member fall from his mouth and then he grabbed Punk by the hips. He lifted them until Punk was nearly folded in half and then he ripped his shorts off his legs so they could fall open.
Staring at Punk's twitching entrance, John slowly let Punk's own come pass through his lips and pour gently onto his entrance. John then placed his finger against his entrance and then pushed into his body, the come easing his entry.
Punk watched from below as John did this to him. He was being prepared with his own come. He should have been disgusted, but he couldn't help but feel incredibly turned on and he started to become hard again.
It hadn't hurt when John's finger had breached his entrance like he had assumed it would. It actually felt fucking amazing and Punk couldn't help but moan pitifully.
John spit the rest of what was in his mouth onto Punk's entrance and his finger before he added another one. He was so fucking tight, John could almost come just from feeling Punk's inner muscles grasping at his fingers.
After John added that second finger, Punk was completely gone. John was hitting a spot inside of him that he hadn't known existed. Each time John's fingers passed over or jabbed into that spot, liquid fire rolled up Punk's spine. He felt so fucking good. "Fuck, John! You make me feel so fucking amazing," Punk all but moaned out. He was so far gone.
John smirked down at Punk, "You like having my fingers stuffed in your ass, lubed by your own come. You are such a dirty little whore! Tell me you're a dirty little whore. Say it, Punk."
Punk was past feeling ashamed. All that mattered was John and the pleasure he could give him. "I'm a dirty whore, John!" Punk moaned out.
John thrust his fingers viciously into Punk's prostrate, making him cry out in pleasure. "You're my dirty, filthy little whore, aren't you, Punk? Tell me you're my dirty, filthy whore."
Punk swallowed thickly before replying. John was giving him such intense pleasure, he couldn't take this for much longer. "Fuck, John. I'm your dirty, filthy whore. Please fuck me!"
John shivered in pleasure when Punk said that he was his and then he asked him to fuck him. Oh, he didn't have to worry. "I'm going to fuck you so fucking hard, the only thing you'll remember is my name and I'm going to make you scream it until your voice is raw."
Without warning, John flipped Punk over onto his stomach and then jerked his hips up into the air. John ripped his own underwear off and then thrust balls deep into Punk's thoroughly prepared entrance.
Punk whined from under him. It hadn't really hurt but John's sudden entrance had surprised him. John immediately started to move and Punk loved the full and complete feeling that it gave him. Punk's eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned loudly when John's generous member collided with his prostrate.
This was euphoria. Punk had never experienced this much pleasure and intensity with a woman before.
John couldn't believe how tight Punk was wrapped around his cock. He felt his muscles grasp at him when he withdrew to try and keep him inside. Wrapping his strong, muscular arms around Punk's abdomen, John plastered his chest against Punk's back and started to rut into him forcefully. His pace was fast and harsh and he could feel Punk trying to match the pace from underneath him, but he couldn't do it.
Punk stopped trying to match John's pace and just let himself enjoy what was happening to him. John hit that spot inside him that made him see stars on every thrust into his tight body.
The sound produced by John's body colliding with Punk's was pornographic. The sand was shifting underneath Punk's hands and feet because John was thrusting so violently and he started to sink lower and lower into the sand. He hardly even noticed because he was experiencing so much pleasure.
John noticed this was happening, though and quickly changed position. John pulled out of Punk, who rewarded him with a frustrated moan, and then flipped him over onto his back on the sand. Placing Punk's knees over his shoulders, John placed himself at Punk's entrance and then thrust home.
Leaning down to kiss Punk, John's shoulders forced Punk's knees up by his ears, but his flexibility made it so he didn't feel any discomfort. John placed his hands on either side of Punk's head so it was tightly cradled in his hands while he kissed him.
Biting down on Punk's lip ring, John studied how it felt with his tongue. He had been dreaming about what it would be like to do this since John had seen Punk for the first time all those years ago, but his dreams didn't do the sensation any justice.
The ring was strong and it didn't bend when John bit at it and Punk's lip had not started to bleed even though he was being very rough. Punk only moaned into the kiss when John pulled at the lip ring with his teeth as he continued to pump in and out of Punk's body.
Tearing his mouth away from John's, Punk let out a long, desperate moan. "Fuck, John. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me. Fuck me harder."
John started thrusting even harder and faster into Punk's willing body. The man below him let out a strangled moan and his eyes rolled back in his head before his eyes closed. Drawing his attention to Punk's neck, John started biting and sucking every patch of skin that he had access to. He then moved on to the tattoo of the 31 behind Punk's ear. He felt Punk convulse underneath him. John had found another one of Punk's sensitive spots.
Concentrating on that spot, John continued thrusting into Punk. The pleasure was incredible. John was getting close and from the fluttering of the muscles surrounding him, John could tell that Punk was getting close, too.
Sliding his hand down between their bodies, John grabbed Punk's blushing member and started jerking it in time with his thrusts. Punk reacted immediately with a strangled scream. He was so close.
"John, I'm going to come. Kiss me!" Punk moaned desperately at John.
John was close too, so when their lips touched and their tongues delved into each other's mouths, they both exploded.
Punk's hot seed gushed between their bodies as John rutted into Punk as his own seed streamed into his hot channel.
John thrust into Punk a few more times before stopping. Their harsh breathing mingled together as they looked into each other's eyes. Punk's knees were still over John's shoulders and he was finding it a little hard to breathe since he was basically folded in half. Reality seemed to come back at that point.
Punk couldn't believe what he had just done. All the nasty things he had said and all the disgusting things he had just done, could never be taken back. He had just let John Cena fuck him like an animal and he couldn't take that back.
Even though the euphoria from what had just occurred was still flowing through his body, guilt and shame took over.
John saw these emotions cloud over Punk's eyes and he knew he had just lost him again, but he stayed where he was, still deep inside and on top of Punk. He didn't want this moment to end and he didn't want Punk to regret the beautiful moment they had just shared.
The moment was broken forever when Punk quietly uttered, "Get off of me, John."
Feeling defeated John pulled out and rolled to the side. He sat down on the sand and looked over at Punk who was still on his back. Punk quickly got up and started walking toward the cabin. John couldn't help noticing that his come was running wetly down Punk's thigh as he made his quick retreat.
John thought that he had finally had him, but he had been very wrong. Pain bloomed in his chest and one of his hands rubbed the place above his heart to try and quell the pain.
The general consensus in the feedback from the last chapter was that I was torturing you with all the sexual tension, but no sexy time. I hope this was worth the wait. Please review, alert, favorite, etc.
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