You couldn't believe your eyes when you walked into the bar and the three men of the shield sat at the counter, tossing back beers and chatting. The two girls you were with squealed in delight, their hands clapping together as they rushed up to Roman and Seth. You were always the shyer one of the three. You swallowed hard and followed your friends up to them, instantly becoming a ball of nerves. They all pulled you into a booth; the girls were all over the guys. You and Dean were pushed to the edge, being the quieter ones of the two group.
"So, what are you guys doing here?" You asked, deciding it was time to come out of your shell.
"It's a nightly routine to go out and get wasted after a big match." Roman nodded, looking down at you.
"It's pretty much a nightly routine for us to go out and get wasted after each day." Jasmine nodded.
"Understandable." Seth laughed.
The conversation continued and you felt someone touching your leg. It shocked you at first and you shook it off as an accident. Then it continued happening until you finally looked over at Dean who slid you a piece of paper underneath the table.
'Follow me?' was scribbled on the folded napkin.
Dean slipped out of the booth after you nodded at him. You waited a few minutes before you excused yourself to the bathroom and casually walked off in the same direction he walked in. You walked all the way outside of the bar before you felt someone touch your arm. You whirled around and was face to chest with Dean. He said nothing, just bent down and kissed you. You felt as if you needed to be pinched, was Dean Ambrose really kissing you? He tasted of nicotine and alcohol and it was the best taste you could ever imagine. He pushed you softly against the building, his body weight pressing down on you slightly as you felt his large hands roam up the back of your legs. He kissed to you neck and then pressed his lips to your ear before whispering, "My hotel or yours?" As he spoke, his warm breath washed over your sensitive ear and you felt as if you might melt right there on the sidewalk.
"Yours." You almost moaned out.
He pulled you down the sidewalk at a rapid pace. What had gotten into this quiet man? You had to keep telling yourself that this was real as he pulled you into the hotel and into the elevator. He pressed you back up against the wall and ran a hand up your thighs as he kissed you roughly. The elevator dinged and before you could take a breath, he was pulling you quickly to his room. He slammed the door shut and immediately picked you up. You felt yourself getting wet, you hadn't been this turned on in a long time. He pulled your dress up and over your head. He smiled to himself as he seen you weren't wearing a bra as he sat down on the edge of the bed with you still in his lap. He let out a small moan as your grinded your hips down against him, moaning yourself as you felt him; huge and hard just for you. You felt his smooth lips enclose around your nipple, sucking just enough to make your body twitch in pleasure. Dean flipped you so that you were on your back and quickly pulled your panties off. You watched as he wrapped them around his fist; why it turned you on was something you didn't fully understand. You didn't want anything more than him to fuck you roughly and he quickly gave you want you wanted. He thrust up into you and the both of you moaned. He slowly ran his finger around your clit, bringing you to an orgasm even faster.
"Fuck!" You gasped as he rubbed your clit harder and faster.
"This what you like?" He groaned deep in his throat.
"Yes, yes." You wrapped your legs tighter around him.
Your ankles locked behind him as you peaked, he was close behind you. He quickly pulled out and pulled you to the floor where you quickly sucked his head into your mouth. He let out a grunt as he peaked.
"Fuck.." He mumbled, "What's your name again?"