They did have a quiet night in. After entering the house, Lisa helped Sheamus in the shower. She got him undressed, he was wobbly and quiet, and she was worried he might have a concussion. She got him under the warm water, and washed the drying sweat off of his body. She kept his head dry until the end, and she covered up the gauze with a cloth while she washed his hair and face incredibly gently. She helped him dry off and got him into a t-shirt and comfortable track pants.
Lisa made some popcorn with salt and butter on the stove, and she tucked Sheamus in on the couch with a blanket, pillow, and a cold pack for his head. She fed him Advil. He was really quiet and reserved, and Lisa sat down beside him. He put his head in her lap and she stroked his wet hair, well away from the wounded spot. "Oi lass, I'll be fine t'morrow, don't yeh worry yer head. I'm bein' a sook tonight but I'll be good fer the mornin'."
"I'm here for whatever you need," Lisa smiled. They watched Twelve Monkeys and chatted quietly about nothing of importance. She stroked his hair and shoulder until he fell asleep in her lap. She carefully extricated herself from underneath him, and made sure he was warm and snug under the blanket. She went off to brush her teeth and crawl into bed. In the morning, the sun was shining through the cracked curtains, and Lisa got up, brushed her teeth, peed, and then went out to the living room. Sheamus was still sleeping on the couch, curled up on his side. Lisa went into the kitchen and prepared a nice, hot breakfast for him. He awoke when she was finishing up, and sat up, still with sleepy eyes and crazy hair. Dried blood was crusted on his gauze. They ate breakfast after Sheamus had brushed his teeth. He thanked Lisa profusely for being with him. After the breakfast was eaten and the dishes were done, Lisa took him into the bathroom and took his gauze pad off gently. She cleaned the dried blood from his wound, and dabbed antiseptic gently on the cut itself. "Looks good!" she said.
"Outstanding! So Lisa, I have a question fer ya," he said with a glint in his eye. She cocked an eyebrow. "So what yeh said last night, about watchin' the matches, was that true?"
"You mean about watching you wrestling making me hot? Yeah, it's true. I don't even know what it is. I think just watching you be all aggressive and athletic and sweaty turns me on. The looks you get on your face, all of your muscles working. Doesn't hurt that you're nearly naked."
Sheamus got a grin on his face and leaned in to kiss her. She responded eagerly, and opened her mouth against his to allow his tongue to meet hers. She pressed her body into his and realized that he was already rock solid. She slid her hand between them and rubbed his cock firmly through his thin track pants. He groaned against her mouth. "So yeh think it's hot when I'm aggressive, do yeh?"
"Mmm, I do. Please don't think I'm a freak, but if you want to be a little bit rough with me, I'd kinda love it." She looked up at him through thick eyelashes, and he could see the hunger in her eyes. He grabbed her hands and pushed her backwards on to the bed. He held her arms above her head while he manoeuvred over her, straddling her around the hips.
"Like this, lass?"
"Mmm, just like this!" He leaned in to kiss her again, and used his free hand to grab her breast firmly. She pressed it into his hand and mumbled, "Harder!" He squeezed harder and she moaned. He slid his hand down between them and rubbed her clit through her pants. He let go of her hands, and ripped her pants off roughly. He could see her pussy had already soaked through her panties, and his cock twitched at the sight. He took off his shirt and pants, letting her look at him, standing there naked. She bit her lip and reached down to touch her own pussy.
"Nuh uh, lass, yer not allowed," he said with a devilish look. "Put those hands up top again." She did, and he reached down to stroke his own cock. With long, slow strokes, he jerked himself off while standing at the edge of the bed. He reached forward and used his thumb to rub against her clit for a moment. He pulled back and she exhaled in a noise of frustration.
"Please! I need it! Don't tease me…" she muttered. He pulled her panties off and threw them across the room. He helped her sit up, and removed her shirt as well. He straddled her again, moving up closer to her head. He rubbed the moist head of his throbbing cock across her tits, making her squirm. He grabbed her hands and pushed them on to the sides of her tits, smashing them together. He pushed his cock between them and began to titty-fuck her. He reached back and rubbed her clit as he thrust into the tight space she had created with her tits and hands. Every time he pushed towards her face, she let the head of his cock enter her mouth and sucked or licked it. They went on for some time, and he was about to finish. He felt his balls start to pulse, and let fly with stream after stream of hot cum, all over her face, in her mouth, hair, tits, everything. She opened her mouth and greedily lapped up every bit she could reach, and gently licked the last drop off the head of his cock. She used her t-shirt to wipe the remainder from her face.
He got off of her, and kneeled beside her on the bed. "Love, I want to see yeh make yerself cum."
She reached down to her drenched pussy, and began to rub her clit. She was rougher than he had expected, and once in a while, she put two fingers inside herself for a few strokes and then went back to her clit. She used her other hand to fondle her tits. She played with herself until her breathing started to get fast, and her hips began to buck against her hand. Sheamus stood up to be between her knees, and watched intently as she came. Her fingers sped up, and she let herself cry out with her eyes closed. He saw the extra juices run from her pussy, and as she quieted down, thighs still twitching, she opened her eyes to see him standing there, cock huge and hard again, with a hungry look on his face. He grabbed underneath her hips and yanked her to the edge of the bed. He jammed his cock inside her all at once, and she immediately came again, with a scream, and her hands clawed at her tits, leaving fingernail marks on them. "OH FUCK, OH FUCK, FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME!" she cried, and he did. He pounded her pussy fast and rough, loving how snug it was, how warm it was, how it pulsed and pulled at his cock. He didn't last long this time, but his orgasm was intense, his balls and cock throbbing as the ripples of pleasure ran through him. He spent his last bit of seed inside her, and flopped down beside her on the bed, completely spent. They curled up together, both breathing heavily, and fell into sleep again.
