Chapter 05:
Randy grabbed his bags, putting Stacy down as she continued kissing his neck, leaving trails of marks. Randy moaned, lowering himself down and kissing her lips with such passion. They rode the limousine, still in each other's arms as the vehicle took off and brought them back to the hotel. The driver opened the door for them as Randy and Stacy got out, immediately pulling to a stop when they entered the hotel. People eyed them both as Stacy patted her hair while Randy fixed his bag, which was hanging from his shoulder. Not a single word was uttered as they headed for the elevator and straight to Randy's suite where Randy dropped his bags and went without more ado for Stacy, jamming her lips with his. They fell on the bed with Randy on top of her, kissing her neck and going back up to kiss her lips, allowing her to moan in pleasure.
"Randy...don't do this..." Stacy whispered, stopping his hand, which was making its way towards the zipper of her dress.
Randy didn't listen, of course, as he zipped her dress open, revealing an expensive pair of black underwear. Randy undid his black belt and took off his black, button-down polo, revealing his chiseled body. He was out of control as he began kissing Stacy once again; putting all the weight he had on her so as not to let her run away. He played with her body as she gave in and played with his, removing his black pants. Together they acted and became one.
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Randy slept peacefully with his arm around Stacy's naked figure. Stacy meanwhile, was wide-awake, watching his every feature and his every move. He snored lightly, breathing deeply as she began to cry quietly. With the sound she created, Randy woke up and asked what was wrong. She immediately turned away, avoiding his gaze.
"Babe...what's wrong?" he asked once again, kissing her cheek and wrapping his arm tighter around her.
Stacy cried harder, escaping his grip and running to the bathroom, leaving Randy a good view. Randy shrugged, taking the white sheet and pulling it up a bit as he waited for Stacy to emerge from the bathroom. Last night was incredible, he thought. It was the best night he ever had; being able to sleep with his ultimate crush. He stretched as the bathroom door opened and out came Stacy with a towel wrapped around her slender body.
"Aw come on, babe! You ruined my whole view!"
Stacy glared at him, walked up to him and slapped him. "I hate you." She spat out as Randy glared back and grabbed her wrist while her other hand held on tight to the towel.
Randy snickered. "There's no need to do that, hon. I already saw the whole of you last night." He smirked. Stacy's eyes filled with tears once again as she was on the brink of slapping him for a second time but Randy grabbed hold of her other hand.
Stacy broke down crying on his chest, as Randy didn't know what to do once again. He was speechless and all he could do was hug her, soothing her by rubbing her bare back. She left the towel to drop on the floor as they both stood unclothed in each other's arms.
"You broke me...you broke me..." Stacy repeated over and over as Randy brought her back to the bed and laid her down.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." was all he could mutter as he hugged her close to him, continuing to rub her back.
Stacy's cries died down as she realized that Randy Orton was acting anything but the beast that he was the previous night. He wanted her...and she let herself give in. And now here he was...comforting her. Now it was her who was feeling the wanting and the needing. She looked up into his eyes and smiled before she got up and gathered her clothes.
"Where are you going?" Randy asked, curious of the fact that she was beginning to dress in front of him.
"I'm going back."
"Back where?"
"To where I was before you...came along." Stacy replied, zipping up her dress. At the same time, Randy wore a pair of gray boxers.
"No, Stacy. Wait. Please don't go." He begged, holding both her elbows with his hands.
"Why? You already got what you wanted. And I did, too. Now you leave my uncle alone." She answered in a fuming tone, jerking his hands away.
Randy looked at her with a hurt expression. "Stacy...please. I didn't want this to be a one-night stand."
"Well it is!"
"No...I don't want it to be this way. Stacy, please."
"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, Orton. But I'm leaving." And with that, she walked out of his room and figuratively walked out of his life forever...or so she thought.
HAHA! THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME I WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THAT! HAHAHA! TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!
Randy grabbed his bags, putting Stacy down as she continued kissing his neck, leaving trails of marks. Randy moaned, lowering himself down and kissing her lips with such passion. They rode the limousine, still in each other's arms as the vehicle took off and brought them back to the hotel. The driver opened the door for them as Randy and Stacy got out, immediately pulling to a stop when they entered the hotel. People eyed them both as Stacy patted her hair while Randy fixed his bag, which was hanging from his shoulder. Not a single word was uttered as they headed for the elevator and straight to Randy's suite where Randy dropped his bags and went without more ado for Stacy, jamming her lips with his. They fell on the bed with Randy on top of her, kissing her neck and going back up to kiss her lips, allowing her to moan in pleasure.
"Randy...don't do this..." Stacy whispered, stopping his hand, which was making its way towards the zipper of her dress.
Randy didn't listen, of course, as he zipped her dress open, revealing an expensive pair of black underwear. Randy undid his black belt and took off his black, button-down polo, revealing his chiseled body. He was out of control as he began kissing Stacy once again; putting all the weight he had on her so as not to let her run away. He played with her body as she gave in and played with his, removing his black pants. Together they acted and became one.
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Randy slept peacefully with his arm around Stacy's naked figure. Stacy meanwhile, was wide-awake, watching his every feature and his every move. He snored lightly, breathing deeply as she began to cry quietly. With the sound she created, Randy woke up and asked what was wrong. She immediately turned away, avoiding his gaze.
"Babe...what's wrong?" he asked once again, kissing her cheek and wrapping his arm tighter around her.
Stacy cried harder, escaping his grip and running to the bathroom, leaving Randy a good view. Randy shrugged, taking the white sheet and pulling it up a bit as he waited for Stacy to emerge from the bathroom. Last night was incredible, he thought. It was the best night he ever had; being able to sleep with his ultimate crush. He stretched as the bathroom door opened and out came Stacy with a towel wrapped around her slender body.
"Aw come on, babe! You ruined my whole view!"
Stacy glared at him, walked up to him and slapped him. "I hate you." She spat out as Randy glared back and grabbed her wrist while her other hand held on tight to the towel.
Randy snickered. "There's no need to do that, hon. I already saw the whole of you last night." He smirked. Stacy's eyes filled with tears once again as she was on the brink of slapping him for a second time but Randy grabbed hold of her other hand.
Stacy broke down crying on his chest, as Randy didn't know what to do once again. He was speechless and all he could do was hug her, soothing her by rubbing her bare back. She left the towel to drop on the floor as they both stood unclothed in each other's arms.
"You broke me...you broke me..." Stacy repeated over and over as Randy brought her back to the bed and laid her down.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..." was all he could mutter as he hugged her close to him, continuing to rub her back.
Stacy's cries died down as she realized that Randy Orton was acting anything but the beast that he was the previous night. He wanted her...and she let herself give in. And now here he was...comforting her. Now it was her who was feeling the wanting and the needing. She looked up into his eyes and smiled before she got up and gathered her clothes.
"Where are you going?" Randy asked, curious of the fact that she was beginning to dress in front of him.
"I'm going back."
"Back where?"
"To where I was before you...came along." Stacy replied, zipping up her dress. At the same time, Randy wore a pair of gray boxers.
"No, Stacy. Wait. Please don't go." He begged, holding both her elbows with his hands.
"Why? You already got what you wanted. And I did, too. Now you leave my uncle alone." She answered in a fuming tone, jerking his hands away.
Randy looked at her with a hurt expression. "Stacy...please. I didn't want this to be a one-night stand."
"Well it is!"
"No...I don't want it to be this way. Stacy, please."
"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, Orton. But I'm leaving." And with that, she walked out of his room and figuratively walked out of his life forever...or so she thought.
HAHA! THAT WAS THE FIRST TIME I WROTE SOMETHING LIKE THAT! HAHAHA! TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!