So, so, sorry for the long delay. It's finally the end of my fourth year teaching Pre-K and I have been so busy wrapping up the year and saying goodbye to my little kiddos. So, here it is. Enjoy!
Playing Cupid
September 23rd 2013, Chicago
After the whole debacle with Randy last month, Skye's life had returned to normal. Her career was back on track and the fans had been satisfied with Randy's explanation of what had happened, so they had changed their tune which meant that she was no longer booed at shows and written about negatively in regards to her character on social media.
Her relationship with Joe was now stronger than ever. He continued trusting her and things were back to the way they were before their short separation. She couldn't be more delighted.
So, now that everything was back to way it was, Skye had other things to worry about - like her brother's love life
"Okay, so I've been thinking," Skye began as she and her brother strolled the streets of Chicago after meeting for coffee before they had to head over to Allstate Arena for the Raw show.
Phil smirked, "That's never a good thing. I'm worried already." He chuckled when she elbowed him. "Okay, fine, you were thinking…"
"It's been quite some time since the break-up with Amy and it doesn't appear that you two will be reconciling for the billionth time any time soon so..." When she realized how it must have sounded, she quickly added, "Not to be harsh about it of course."
Shaking his head in amusement, he put her at ease, "You're fine. Where are you going with this?"
"I think you need to get back into the dating scene," she stated for which he groaned. "What? You wouldn't keep going back with Amy if you didn't want to be in a relationship."
He had nothing to say to that.
"So, hear me out before you say anything," she beseeched as they entered their favorite coffee shop.
"I'm not joining an online dating site," he shot back, quickly.
She gave him a duh look, "Of course not. That would be ridiculous."
Nodding his head, he motioned his hand out indicating that she had the floor to bestow upon her idea as they waited in line to order their coffees.
"I would like to set you up with someone," she stated carefully.
"Hell no," he stated immediately which startled the old lady in front of him. He gave her a polite, apologetic grin before returning his stern gaze at his little sister beside him who was giving him an annoyed look.
"You're not hearing me out," she pointed out with a huff.
With a sigh, he signaled for her to continue.
"Now," she began as she stepped forward as the lined moved. "I have someone in mind, but I need to make sure that she's interested..."
"You mean you have to convince her to go out with me," he corrected with a snort.
"No!" she exclaimed. "Not at all, I swear. I just don't know where she is personally. I mean she just got out of a long relationship too and I don't want to push her into anything..."
"Kind of like what you're doing to me," he stated pointedly.
She sighed loudly, "I hardly think that I'm pointing a gun at your head. I'm just trying to help."
"You're a WWE diva, sis, not some love guru," he countered with a shake of his head.
"I'll have you know that I do pretty amazing with the whole matchmaking thing," she argued with a proud smile as he placed their coffee orders.
He tossed a look at the amused male barista before turning his attention back upon his sister. "Here is where you're going to start listing off all of your successful matches, huh?"
"Rightly so," she answered with a firm nod. "First, Bryan and Brie – it's because of me. If I hadn't had convinced Bryan, our old friend that Brie was perfect for him then they may have never gotten together. Now they are saving the world together." She grabbed her coffee from the counter and led them outside to sit at a table on the sidewalk. "Then there's Nikki and John. I told Nikki to go after him because they had been doing that whole flirty so much backstage and now they're happy, too."
He shook his head, "Fine, two couples worked out because of your meddling..."
"Why the hell would you call it meddling," she shot back with a shocked laughed. "I helped them. Happiness was bestowed upon them by me."
He rolled his eyes, "Just because it worked out for those four – four people who are a lot easier to get along with – doesn't mean it's going to work out for me."
"Can't I at least tell you who I had in mind?"
"Fine," he responded waving a hand at the table. "Tell me who the poor woman is."
She snorted, "You could at least lose the attitude, Phil."
"This isn't exactly what I want, Grace."
She sighed, "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, I swear. I just want you to be happy because I know deep down that you want to be happy with someone. You just haven't found her yet."
"And you think that you've found her for me," he questioned comically.
"I don't know if she in particular is the one for you, but it wouldn't hurt to open up to someone else. I mean you know that I loved Amy personally and professionally, but you two tried and tried to make it work, but she just wasn't that person for you."
He glanced at down at his coffee. "Look, Gracie, I know you've found love again and it's going great for you..."
"Don't tell me that you don't think you deserve that too," she interjected. "Just let me help out this one time and if doesn't turn into anything, or the date is a disaster then I'll back off. You can be the forever bachelor that you insist on being. Deal?"
He leaned back in his seat, "Okay, who do you have in mind?"
She stared back at him, "You're actually going to go through with it?"
"Call me crazy, but I'm kind of curious about just who you think I'm well-matched with. I'm guessing she's in the business, too?"
"She is," she answered slowly. "So, are you willing to give this a chance and go on a date with her if I am able to set something up?"
"I trust you," he told her. "So, who is the lucky woman?"
"Please have an open-mind," she requested.
"Just tell me who you have in mind already."
"Okay," she started slowly. "April. April is who I want to set you up with."
"AJ Lee," he questioned with a raised brow. "She's a bit young don't you think?"
"No, what I think is that she's beautiful, funny, and a complete nerd like you. Face it, Phil, she's basically the female, miniature version of you. I don't think I could have found a more perfect counterpart for you."
"I don't know..."
"Open mind, remember?"
"What even makes you think she'd be into me," he questioned with a snort.
She smiled, "I know when someone is into my own brother. Trust me. She's interested."
"I think you're reaching..."
"I think you should trust my judgment," she countered with a smirk. "Are you interested in going out with her or not?"
"She's cute," he admitted. "I won't deny that. And yes, I've talked comic books with her here and there..." He shook his head and took a sip of his coffee. "I don't know, sis, I think she's too good for me."
"I think you're nervous because you kind of like her," she accused playfully. "See? I knew I chose wisely."
He let out a soft snort, but didn't disagree with her. "So, you are going to go do what? Pass her a note in between matches and ask her she likes me or likes-likes me?"
She rolled her eyes, "Shut up. I'm being serious here. Look, I'm going to talk to her tonight and see where her interests are, so maybe something can be set up."
"I can't believe I'm going to allow you to do this," he sighed.
"It'll be fine," she assured, picking up her coffee and taking a sip.
That night, Skye was dressed in a Chicago Blackhawks jersey - forced upon by her brother – and black skinny jeans with red converses. Her long, sandy hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail.
She was on a mission. Her goal was to find the Diva's Champion and pull her aside and see if she can arrange something for her brother.
So far she hadn't seen April Mendez anywhere. She knew that she was here because she was scheduled to wrestle in 5-diva tag match during Raw.
As she waited in a hallway bustling with talent and crew, she felt a hand wrap around her wrist and she was tugged away. When she saw the familiar dark head of her boyfriend, she released a giggle.
"Where are we going," she asked as she was led through some people.
"Somewhere quiet," he stated in return before finding a door labeled storage and opened it, pulling her inside.
When the door was closed and locked behind them, he flipped on the light and pulled her body close. "What's gotten into you?"
"These pants...could they be any tighter, baby girl?" He slid his open palms up and down the sides of her jeans. As her faced tinted red from his words, he continued. "I've been watching you standing there in these pants that show off that sexy little ass of yours and all I wanted to do was have a little touch..."
"Feels like you want more than just want a touch," she countered, playfully as she felt just how much he liked the pants. "Do I need to remind you that we're at work, mister?"
"I know," he groaned as his hands moved back to cup her ass. "I can't help it."
"Didn't you get enough this morning?"
"You mean the quickie in the hotel bathroom before you left to meet with your brother? Yes and no. I need some more time with you. We've barely had enough time to sleep let alone fuck each other's brains out."
"Poor thing," she cooed, wrapping her arms up around his neck. "You're so deprived!"
"Don't tease me," he warned as she pressed a kiss to the bottom of his goateed chin.
"I'm not," she assured with a smirk. "But, big guy, we can't start anything because we'll want to finish it and you know once you get me to a certain point it will be hard to stop."
"Is that so bad," he questioned lightly as he squeezed her ass cheeks in his hands eliciting a gasp from her as it pressed her more into the slight bulge in his pants. "We can be quiet..." At this, she had to snort.
"You can never be quiet," she accused with an airy chuckle. "I mean you do that Samoan battle cry outside the ring, too. Someone will hear that roar of yours and will know exactly what we're doing in here. Sorry, not happening. Erase it from your mind."
"Come on, baby," he pleaded as he pulled her upward so that their lips could connect in a hot kiss.
After allowing him to pull her into the heated kiss, her body melted into his, but soon her senses returned and she pulled away, "Nope, nice try. You guys are starting the show, remember?"
His face buried itself in her neck and released a deep sigh against her skin. "I know, fuck, do you think we can sneak on your brother's bus after that?"
"He's going to be chilling on his bus until our segment with Ryback and Heyman," she explained as she played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. "Besides, he'd kill us. I'm afraid we're going to have to wait till we get to our hotel tonight." When he grunted, she smiled and pulled back so there eyes could meet. "It's only an hour and half drive. I promise to allow you to fuck my brains out the moment we step inside our room."
"That's hours from now," he complained not wanting to release her.
"You'll just have wait," she insisted, pulling away and distanced herself from him in the small space.
"You're no fun," he huffed as he adjusted himself eyeing her darkly.
"You'll find some way to survive," she teased. "Besides I'm on a mission for my brother."
He raised a brow, "What kind of mission?"
"Well," she began with a happy grin. "I'm going to set him up with April."
He let out a sigh, "Seriously? Can't you just let the guy be?"
"No!" Shaking her head, she headed for the door and stepped out. He quickly followed. "What's wrong with wanting my brother to be happy?"
"Absolutely nothing," he asserted. "I just think you need to allow things to happen naturally."
"I know my brother. He won't ask her out on his own. He goes with what's familiar to him and that used to be Amy. Now they are done officially, I think he needs change things up a bit. I'm telling you that April would be perfect."
"What if she says no," he countered causing her stop walking and to turn around. "She may not be interested in him like that. So, then what?"
"I will find someone else," she stated determinedly. "Look, I have to try. I've never seen my brother this unhappy. He wants what we have, Joe, even if tries his hardest not to admit. He's going to be thirty-five soon and I know he wants to settle down."
"And you think that April is going to be that person for him," he implored.
"I hope so," she answered, simply. Someone catches her eye and she quickly turned back to him giving him a quick peck. "I see her! I gotta go! Love you!" She hurried off. "Yo, Ape," she called out, startling the petite woman.
"Oh hey, Skye," the woman greeted with a soft chuckle as turned to face her fully. "What's up?"
With a smile, Skye draped an arm around AJ's neck and began walking with her. "Can we talk?"
The other woman eyed her closely, "Uh, sure, I guess."
An hour later, Skye finally located her brother near the gorilla entrance just before their segment as he was taping his knee and dressed in the same jersey as she was and pair of shorts. "Go ahead and tell me," she requested beaming.
He glanced up and eyed her. "Tell you what?"
"That I was right," she answered, bouncing up and down.
He eyed her in amusement. "Did you have caffeine or something?"
She stopped her bouncing to glare at him. "No, I'm just really happy right now."
"Happy about what," he asked staring at her in confusion.
"She's into you," she sang, getting giddy again.
"Who is..." Then he realized just who she was referring to and gave a deadpanned look, "You didn't actually go and talk to April did you?"
"I told you that I was going to," she pointed out. "She's interested, so you have the green light to go and ask her out. I would have done it for you, but I would have thought that would have been slightly pathetic – you know your little sister asking a woman out for you sort of lowers your cool factor a bit."
"Gracie," he stated and shook his head.
"What? Don't tell me you're backing out now!" She gave him an exasperated look. "What the hell, Phil?! Stop being such a pussy and ask the woman out! Take a risk. Let yourself feel something for someone else. Just be fucking happy!"
His eyes stared at her in mild alarm at her outburst. He held his hands up in surrender. "Shit, if it's that important to you then fine – just mellow out, okay?"
"Sorry," she mumbled. "Look, if you want we can make it a group thing. You know invite a few people along."
"I don't need my little sister to serve as chaperone," he uttered.
"I was thinking more along the lines of me being there for moral support, but whatever," she shrugged and rolled her eyes.
Frowning, he stared at her, "So, she really seemed interested?"
With a smile, she batted her eyelashes playfully, "Yes, and she even looked excited at the possibility."
He shoved her lightly. "Don't be such a brat."
"So, you're going to go through with it?"
"Yes," he relented.
She released an enthusiastic sound and began bouncing up and down. "So, when are you going to ask her out?"
"Well, I'm not going to do it right this second," he countered with a playful eye-roll. "Chill out. I will get to it, okay? Can I please focus on our segment?"
"Fine, I get it. You've gotta get in fight mode. I'll back off."
"Thank you."
After Raw wrapped up, Skye hopped behind the wheel of the rental that she was sharing with Joe, Colby, and Jon.
While Colby and Jon snoozed in the backseat, Joe glanced across the dark car at his woman behind the wheel. With a quick look over his shoulder toward his sleeping buddies, he reached over and placed his hand on her inner thigh.
With a smirk, she questioned, "And what do you think you're doing?"
"Having a little fun," he answered innocently as his large hand moved up and down.
"With your friends in the backseat," she wondered, biting her bottom lip when his hand moved back upward. "That's awfully bold."
"Come on. They're out cold..."
"Not quite, dude," Jon's voice piped up. "Just wanted to clarify that, in case you manage to talk your girl into something, I'm still very much conscious back here. I mean don't get me wrong I'm into some kinky shit, but you know I've got my boundaries."
"As do I," Colby snorted, obviously awake as well.
Skye giggled while Joe cursed. "Forty-five more miles, big guy," she cooed.
"Somebody is obviously horny," Jon pointed out earning a chuckle from the man sharing the backseat with him. "Have you been holding out on the man, Skye?"
"We're not discussing our sex life, Good," Joe warned.
"Oh, so you're uncomfortable with discussing it, but willing to give Colby and me a live show?"
"You wanna walk to Milwaukee," Joe growled.
"Joseph," Skye berated with a slight chuckle. "He's only teasing."
"Yeah man," Colby laughed. "Chill out."
"Let's just drop it," Joe insisted, reaching over and cranking up the music while the three other occupants of the car had a nice laugh at his expense.
While the two in the back quieted down, Skye let her eyes drift over to her sexually frustrated boyfriend as he stared out the passenger window. She reached over and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze.
His head turned and their eyes met.
She flashed him a wink and licked her lips slowly. His eyes narrowed and he mouthed, "Tease."
She shrugged a shoulder, pulling her hand back and placing it on the steering wheel with the other.
When the foursome reached their hotel in the heart of Milwaukee, Jon and Colby could only watch in amusement as Joe dragged his girlfriend to the elevator after grabbing the key to their room.
"See you in the morning," Skye called out to them amidst her giggles.
Once they stepped into the room, Joe locked the door behind them and demanded, "Strip."
"Skipping the foreplay all together, are we?"
"The foreplay was the painful erection that I had to suffer with during that entire car ride while you and my friends teased me."
Closing the distance between them, she lifted a hand up to cup him through his jeans. When he sucked in a breath, she smiled, "Oh poor baby. Should I relieve the pressure a bit?"
"Nope, I want you, naked, and on that bed now," he instructed as he whipped off his t-shirt. "There's only one way to relieve this pressure."
"What's the rush," she questioned lightly as she turned away, kicking off her shoes and walking towards the bed.
"I need a release, baby girl," he pleaded. "I've been wound tight since I last saw you in the storage closet."
"So, I'm just here to service you," she concluded, turning to him with a pout. "You're just going to use me and then just crash afterwards?"
That stopped him in his tracks. He took rather offense to that. "Fuck no. You know very well I'm going to make sure to service you before I even think of getting off. You always come first, baby girl, always." She didn't miss the gleam in his eyes.
"Only because you play unfair," she pointed out, arms crossed. "I'd like to please you and make you come first, but NOOOOO you have to be the one in control."
He smirked, "I'm sensing a bit of bitterness right now."
"You're senses are correct," she confirmed and then tilted her head at him. "You know..." She faked yawned. "I'm feeling kind of tired right now. I think I'll just grab my stuff and head on into the bathroom to get ready for bed."
He eyed her incredulously, "You're joking, right?"
She pretended to think about it, "Nope." She made the move toward her suitcase which sat near the door where he was standing completely dumbfounded.
Before she could lay a hand on it, he closed his fingers around her wrist, stopping her from making another move. "Okay, you have full control, baby girl."
A slow, victorious grin spreads itself upon her face as she pulled her wrist from his hold. "Okay, first things first – no touching," she instructed, taking a step back.
His jaw dropped, "At all? Babe, be reasonable..."
"I'm in control, remember," she reminded, sharply. She motioned toward the bed with her head. "Now, go stand over by the bed and lose the shoes and socks."
"Anything else," he questioned with a sigh.
"Nope, just those things for the time being," she remarked eyeing him up and down. "I'll take care of the rest."
When he ridded himself of his Nike's and socks, his eyes continued to watch her as she stayed fully dressed. "Aren't you going to lose any clothes?"
"In due time," she answered with an evil smirk then approached him. "But first," she began as her hands lifted up to rest upon his chest. Slowly, she traced her palms across caramel skin and over his pecs. Her index finger circled one of his nipples. With her smirk still in place, her eyes moved upward to meet his before leaning forward to take the nipple into her mouth.
His body shuddered and she felt his hands on her hips.
She pulled back and scolded, "No touching."
"Fucking hell," he grumbled, prying his hands off.
"It's not going to kill you," she pointed out with a slight chuckle.
He growled in response which she found incredibly sexy. As her body completely warmed at the action, she swallowed and decided to push onward. With her hands still on his expansive chest, she slid them downward to the waistband of his jeans. He licked his lips, watching her intensely.
She unfastened then then pulled down the zipper allowing the bulge in his pants to have a little more room. Next, she hooked her fingers into the belt loops and hauled the pants down his hips.
Once they were kicked away, her eyes returned to his and suddenly realized that he was still wearing the steel-gray contacts he normally wore as his alter-ego. He rarely wore them away from the arena and she found herself a bit excited for the small change. "Did you forget to take those out," she questioned, pointing her finger toward her eyes.
"I had other things on my mind," he reminded with sexy smirk. "You don't like them?"
"It's almost like I'm staring into the eyes of another man," she disclosed with great interest. "Tell me, Roman, just where would you like for me to touch you next?"
"I knew I was your favorite," he teased and she laughed.
"Actually Dean's my favorite, but Seth and you come in a very close second."
He gave her a wide-eyed look, "I tie with Rollins? What the hell kind of bullshit is this?! Ambrose? Now I know why you like Jon so much."
"We're talking about characters here, babe," she noted as she tugged at the waistband of his boxer-briefs. "Are we really going to discuss my favorite Shield member instead of handling your little problem?"
He glared, "There isn't anything little about this, baby girl."
"I just don't think Roman Reigns would be this full of himself," she teased.
"You're hilarious," he muttered. "Babe, it's getting a little painful. Could you move this along a bit?"
"Are you trying to take control of this situation," she accused with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes. "Just so you know, I hear cold showers can really help along with the use of your hand."
"I'm sorry," he managed through clenched teeth.
"I'm going to take care of you, big guy," she promised and tugged down the underwear allowing his erection to burst free. When he stepped out of them, her eyes took it all in. After years of being with this magnificent man, seeing the reaction that she got from him always seemed to excite her. "Okay hop on the bed," she ordered. "Scoot all the way back and lay on your back, mister."
Even though she could sense that he was slightly disappointed that her hands weren't going to touch him at that present moment, he nodded and uttered, "Whatever you say."
When he was situated on the bed with his head propped onto the pillows, his eyes watched her closely anticipating what was in store next.
Never breaking eye contact, she slipped her shirt over her head, revealing her royal blue with black laced bra.
"That's new," he observed as his eyes drank her in.
She giggled softly, "I don't know if the fact that you pay that much attention to my underwear is endearing or just weird."
"Well, you know, when you're not around I kind of like to rummage through your underwear drawer and try a few things on," he kidded.
"Oooh," she purred. "You in my underwear – when can I witness that?"
"How about a quarter to never," he remarked. "I like to get a little freaky, babe, but that's never going to happen."
She pouted, "You're no fun."
"Just like you told me earlier - get over it. Now, can we move this along? I'm getting a little chilly over here."
She eyed his erection and commented, "It doesn't seem to be affecting a certain problem."
"Skye," he warned, letting her know that the teasing was becoming a bit too much for him.
"Okay, okay," she yielded. "I suppose I'll just lose my jeans..." She slowly pulled her jeans down and nudged them away with her foot. "Is this better?"
"You're still covered," he replied lowly. "What do you think?"
She smirked, "You have lost your patience."
"You underestimate your power over me," he divulged, swallowing. "I want to bury this fucker inside of you." He stroked his cock for extra emphasis.
"Did I tell you to touch that," she demanded, sharply. "You keep doing that you're going to spoil my fun, so hands off, Anoa'i."
He grunted, but removed his hand and placed it back at his side. "Now I know why I insist on being in control. This is pure torture – you love to torture me."
"I prefer to think that I love to pleasure you, but I have to admit that this is kind of nice change," she admitted, but realized that she should move things along so that he wouldn't completely go insane. Besides, her own body was on fire and she wasn't sure how much she could prolong not touching this fine specimen of a man.
She reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra. It loosened and she pulled her arms out, throwing it down to join the rest of their clothing. When her lace panties promptly followed, she stepped forward and found his eyes glued to her newly reveal body.
"Perfect," he breathed which made her body go warm. Part of her wanted to just turn into a big puddle of goo, but she had to maintain her composure. She had a man to satisfy.
She walked over to the side of the bed and crawled atop it. "Remember, no touching."
"Got it," he managed as he watched her intimately. "Just...start the agony already before I explode."
"Oh, baby, I don't plan on making you suffer," she whispered as she hovered over his upper half, their lips inches from the other. "I'm planning on pleasuring every part of you, and you're going to love every single second of it." She doesn't allow him to respond in any form for she captured his parted lips in a hot, powerful kiss.
Her hands slid over his chest while his own hands clenched at his side, fighting off the urge to touch her.
As their tongues fought for control which he eventually submitted considering this was her moment to be in charge, Joe allowed himself to get lost in their embrace wondering how on earth he was going to sustain control of his own body.
She broke off the kiss and panted, "Now to attend to a certain problem of yours."
"Yes, god, please," he practically begged.
She stared at him in amazement, "This is really hard for you, isn't it? Is it so hard to just let me take care of you?"
He allowed a small grin to appear. "What can I say? It's in my DNA – I've got no self-control when it comes to you, baby girl. I just want to touch every part of you, kiss you all over, and explore your depths with my c..."
"Stop," she insisted, shaking her head. "Stop talking – you're trying to lure me in with that deep, sexy voice of yours and it's not going to work!"
He smirked, "I had to at least try. Now that problem you mentioned, it's still at full attention and ready to be an active participant in our fun."
She nodded in agreement and began peppering kiss all over his chest, moving downward to kiss his abs.
He sucked in a breath as she neared the place he wanted her kisses the most; in fact, he wanted that pretty little mouth of hers to open and take him all in.
He released a loud moan when his wish came true and her tongue circled around the tip, licking the pre-cum and swirled around as her hands gripped the shaft.
As her tongue savored the first taste of him, salty and hot, Skye continued onward and allowed her hand move effortlessly up and down, stroking him.
"Mmhmm...yeah...suck me," he groaned as his fingers gripped the sheets beneath him.
She pulled away slightly to lick her lips before sliding his head into her mouth.
"Fucking, shit, fuck," he cried out as she took him deeper. His hips were moving against her as she sucked him greedily. His shaft was thick and kept her tongue pressed down in her mouth. She slid it back and forth on the other underside of his cock.
As his groans grew louder, she continued pleasuring him until she felt his cock swelling in her mouth. He was going to cum. She slid him back so that only his head was still inside. Just before she was sure he was going to ejaculate, she pulled her mouth away and gasped, "Not yet, big guy."
"What," he cried out in disbelief.
"I don't think I can wait for you to be ready to go for round two if I allow you to let it go now." She crawled up his body and claimed his lips, letting him release the frustration a bit by attacking her mouth. After a long, intense kissing session, she pried her lips from his and pushed him back. Straddling his upper body, her eyes locked onto his and lifted her hands up to cup her breasts while her hips moved against him.
As her heat coated his torso, he gulped as his head fell back and eyes clenched close for a moment before locking onto her form again, watching as she played with those perky tits of hers. "Can I touch you now," he panted in anguish. "I want to touch you so fucking bad."
"Not yet," she answered as her hands moved from her rubbing her breasts to slide downward to her mound as it continued gyrating, coating him more with her juices.
When her fingers push past her inner lips, his cock felt like it was going to explode at any moment. He couldn't believe how much his body felt like it was going to erupt from just watching her. Yeah, her lips nearly had him coming, but now he was laying her at her mercy completely erect and ready to release without any hesitation.
"I'm so wet," she moaned completely demolishing every last bit of his resistance.
"Woman," he informed dangerously as he clawed at the sheets. "You're really pushing the line. Fuck me now or so help me I will make you pay for it later."
With a seductive look, she pulled her fingers from her pussy and laid her body on top of him the brought those glistening digits to his lips. "Will spanking be involved," she questioned as he licked her fingers clean and his chest heaving "I've been quite naughty."
"Naughty wouldn't even come close to describing you," he corrected, lifting his head up to nip at her bottom lip a bit roughly. "Now fuck me," he all but roared.
She felt her heart hammering in her chest and she couldn't deny him anything any longer. So, she pushed herself up and slowly crawled backward to hover over him with opening just over the tip. Without much warning, she lowered herself down taking him all in with one swoop.
They both released a simultaneous moan. She felt him twitch inside her and she started to rotate her hips to accommodate him more.
"Fucking hell, baby girl," he gasped as inner walls squeezed him. "I'm not going to last much longer than this. You've done very well sexing me up."
"Good," she asserted, breathlessly. "Give it all to me, Joe." She knew what he was going to say next and he didn't disappoint.
"I want you to..."
"I will," she assured as pressed her hands firmly on his chest using him as leverage as she rode up and down, back and forth.
His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as she took in every inch of his member with each thrust. She knew that he was aching to get his hands on her, but she was proud that he was able to obey her wishes and refrain.
Even though he was on the brink of an orgasm, he tried to withhold his release so that she could catch up, but found it damn near impossible. After enduring an entire night Raw, a nearly two hour car ride, and a blow job from this delectable woman taking in every inch of his cock, Joe knew that he was a goner the moment she began playing with those breasts of her.
Meeting her thrust for thrust, his hips bucked up from the mattress as his orgasm finally hit him and suddenly strong shots of his seed filled her core.
As their movements slowed, the words that he had been waiting were finally spoken. "Finish me off," she requested, hotly.
He didn't have to be told twice. His arms swept around her and he rolled them over never breaking their contact below.
Once she was situated on her back and legs wrapped around his waist, he began pounding into her hard and fast trying to get her to peak of climax. "Come on, baby girl," he encouraged, moving in and out of her soaked pussy. "Give me what I want." His hands slid up her waist and began squeezing one of her ample breasts in the palm of his hand.
"I'm close," she declared in a gasp-filled moan.
He didn't need to be told, he could feel her inner walls quivering around him. The hand that had been fondling her breast, moved between them to begin playing with her clit.
"I'm going to lose it," she cried out as he flicked the slippery nub. It wasn't long before her back arched off the bed, and her arms and legs clutching onto his large frame as she reached her orgasm.
As their sweat glistened bodies came down from their high, he withdrew from her core and rolled off of her onto his back. "I've gotta let you have more control more often, baby girl."
She smiled over at him, "I know how to please my man."
"That you do," he agreed with a deep chuckle. He propped himself up. "Let's get cleaned up."
She sighed deeply, "I don't think I can move."
With an evil glint in his eye, he rolled off the bed and grabbed her ankle, pulling her toward him.
Giggling, she allowed herself to be hauled up and draped over his shoulder, "Joe!" As he headed for the bathroom, she released a yelp when his hand smacked her ass.
"There's more to follow," he promised her and carried her into the bathroom.
The next morning, Skye headed down to the lobby for some coffee while Joe finished showering. It had been another one of those nights where they spent the majority of the time engaged in some mighty hot sexual activities, so was in some desperate need of some coffee if she was going to get through both the Smackdown and Main Event tapings.
After grabbing some coffee from the set-up nearby, she saw Nikki, Nattie, and Ariane sitting at a small booth nearby. She walked over and greeted, "Hello, ladies."
"Morning," they chimed as she shared the small booth seat with Nikki.
"What's with that look," Ariane asked, eyeing the woman with a large smirk.
"What look," Skye questioned in confusion.
"The 'I just got fucked real good' look," Nikki clarified with a knowing grin. "Bitch, it's all over your face!"
Skye snorted, "Maybe this is just my normal expression?"
"I call bullshit," Nikki laughed. "You got some last night." Shaking her head, she continued, "I swear you two are like rabbits."
"What can I say," Skye laughed. "My Sexy Samoan knows how to treat me real good."
The other three rolled their eyes at her, but shared a laugh.
"So, what were we talking about," Skye inquired taking a sip from her coffee.
"Well, Nattie didn't know what doggy style was," Ariane divulged.
Nattie sighed and shook her head. "I know what it is," she argued in embarrassment. "I've just never taken part in it."
"Well, it's not necessarily my favorite thing," Skye shrugged. "I mean I like the position just not in the back door. I've tried a few times with Joe, but that man is so thick that it kind of hurts. He's all about my pleasure so we haven't tried again."
"To each their own," Nikki nodded. "I don't mind it." Then she caught sight of Brie strolling up in her black mini dress and black jacket. "Whoa, Brie," she commented in approval.
"You look hot," Skye commented eyeing the very short dress.
"Why thank you," Brie remarked with a quick twirl. "So, what's going on?"
"Uh, Brie," Nikki stated softly with an amused twinkle in her eye. "Nattie doesn't know what doggy style is. Show her."
Brie sighed and was about to demonstrate with the use of the booth seat that Ariane occupied until Nikki quickly stopped her.
"Oh my god, Brie, there's people behind you!"
"You're about to show them everything you got under that short dress of yours," Skye laughed.
To Nikki, Brie accused, "Well, you told me."
"I didn't think you'd actually do it," Nikki implored. "Well, maybe I did."
Nattie stood with her coffee, "Not that this hasn't been fun. I need to find Rosa and get going."
"Later, Nat," the girls called out.
Moments later, Bryan entered the lobby and Brie called out, "Bryan, come here." When he reached the table, she was not sitting in Nattie's vacant seat. "You're not going to believe this – Nattie didn't know what doggy style was."
He made a face, "Really?"
"Yeah," his fiancée answered with a light chuckle.
Nikki spoke up, "I knew what it as a child because I watched my dogs have sex."
"Okay," Bryan stated slowly not really sure how to respond to that.
"I never could figure out how they got stuck," she went on. "They were stuck for like an hour, remember, Brie?"
"Say what," Bryan asked with a baffled look while Skye stifled a laugh.
"Our dogs had sex one time," Nikki explained, "and they got stuck for like an hour."
Shaking his head, Bryan began amused, "Okay, so you're saying to me that dog semen is like glue?"
Nikki gave it some thought and responded, "Yeah."
The group shared a laugh just as Skye caught sight of Joe who was obviously looking for her. She waved him over.
"Hey," he greeted to the group when he arrived at the table. He reached over to shake Bryan's hand. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, well, let me catch you up," Skye quipped. "Well, after I was accused of obviously having too much sex, the conversation moved onto Nattie who apparently has never heard of doggy style. Soon after she left, this lead to Nikki sharing an endearing, childhood story about how her two dogs were stuck together amidst their fornicating and Bryan enlightened us with the possibility that dog semen is actually made of the same consistency as glue." At the look of amusement upon his face, she smiled brightly up at him, "Would you like to add anything to the conversation?"
"Yes, I would," he answered then stared at the group with hilarity. "What the fuck is wrong with you people?" This sent the table into a fits of laughter while the Samoan shook his head. "Babe, the guys are waiting out front. We need to go."
Shaking her head, Skye grabbed her coffee and stood, "See all of you sick people at the arena."
"Later," they called out to Joe and her as they walked away.
"You have some crazy friends," Joe commented, draping an arm around her neck.
"Today, I would have to agree with you," she laughed.
September 27th, Denver, Colorado
"Have you talked to her yet?"
"No."
"Well, why not?"
"Because I haven't seen her yet, okay?"
"So, when you see her, are you going to talk to her?" When she didn't receive a response, Skye glared across the table in catering at her brother. "Phil?"
With an annoyed look, he sighed, "Yes, I will talk to her. Will you get off my case?"
Once he had confirmed that he wasn't going to chicken out, she smiled at him, "So, do know where you're going to take her?"
Phil exhaled through his nose and poked at his salad. "Look, it's very hard to try and set something up when we're not in a city for that long."
"Then make it a lunch date," Skye reasoned. "Look, she's on the card in Dallas, too. So, make plans for then." Her eyes glanced over his shoulder and her back straighten. "Oh," she whispered, frantically. "She just walked in – no don't look! Okay, here's your chance."
Phil opened his mouth to speak, but Skye quickly called out to the woman they had been discussing.
"Hey, April, over here!"
"I hate you," he muttered as April approached them.
"Hey, guys," she greeted with a small wave.
Skye motioned over to a seat next to her brother. "Have a seat."
"Okay," the petite diva answered, plopping down and glancing over at Phil. "How was your time off?"
"It was good."
Skye wanted to reach over and strangle her brother after his short response. Couldn't he at least TRY to carry on a conversation with her?
Apparently AJ had been put off by his response as well. "Well, that's...good."
"Well, I'm sure he spent most of his time watching hockey..."
"Hockey season hasn't started yet," Phil chimed in, correcting his sister who rolled her eyes.
"Fine, baseball..."
"Not till spring, sis," Phil laughed and shook his head.
Skye stared at him, "Well, whatever, since those the only two sports that you follow, I guess your time was occupied by your nose being stuck in some comics."
"Actually its comic books," April spoke up, gaining both of their attention most specifically Phil's. "Comics are usually found in newspapers." Then she added teasingly, "Show a little respect to us comic book nerds, okay?"
With a laugh, Skye held her hands up in surrender, "Well, pardon me!" She flashed a looked toward her brother, but found his attention on the woman sitting beside him. Biting her bottom lip, she cleared her throat. "I've got to find that man of mine. So, I guess I'll see you both later?"
When she didn't get a response due to the fact that a discussion of April's favorite comic was brought up, Skye quietly excused herself and carried her trash over to a trash can nearby.
She paused at the door leading out into the hallway and gazed back over to the table she had vacated and smiled when she saw the two of them smiling and talking.
With a triumphant look, she strolled out.
The following day, Skye hadn't heard a single thing from her brother after leaving him with April at catering in Denver at the WWE Live event. Now, the roster was in Dallas and it was nearing show time and she had yet to see her brother anywhere.
He wasn't on his bus, so he had to be in the building somewhere. Her eyes caught sight of her brother's – road wife – Kofi Kingston has he prepared for his upcoming Three-Way tag match for the tag-team titles currently being held by Joe and Colby.
"Hey, Kofi, hold up!"
The dread-locked man halted dressed in his neon wrestling attire and turned, "What's up, Skye?"
"Have you seen my brother anywhere?"
"I think he was in the locker room last that I saw him."
"Okay, thanks."
"You know he was wearing this really dopey look on his face," he commented, catching her interest immediately.
"Oh really," she questioned, intrigued. "How dopey was it?"
The black man laughed, "He told me that you were trying to set him up with April."
"Trying? They went on their first date this afternoon," she declared. "Now it's all up to fate. I just want to know what the hell happened and if it was successful therefore making me some kind of date expert."
Shaking his head, Kofi patted her shoulder, "Well, going by his current mood, I'd say that it was very successful."
Skye bounced excitedly. "Thank you! I hope my boys don't slaughter you too bad."
Kofi snorted, "Thanks." With a quick hug, he headed onward while Skye turned and headed toward the locker rooms.
When she finally found her brother, sitting on a large cable box seemingly engrossed in his phone and wearing a smile, she quickly headed over.
"I've been looking for you everywhere," she replied taking in his happy mood.
"Yeah, I've been sort of busy."
She tried to contain her jubilation. "Oh? Care to share?"
His eyes lifted from the phone and smirked. "I have a feeling you already know."
"Well, you're right. I know that you had a date with April this afternoon and I really wanted to know how it went."
He slid off the box and pocketed his phone in the hoodie he wore. "It went fine." He started walking away and she huffed, following him.
"Just fine? Seriously, Phil, that's all you have to say?" She grabbed his arm and brought him to a halt. "How did it go? Did you feel a spark? Will there be a second date? Inquiring minds want to know, Phil!"
"Inquiring minds? Nope, I just think your curious ass wants to know."
She rolled her eyes. "So, don't disappoint me. Just be real with me, okay?"
He pulled his arm from her hold and sighed. "Fine. So, we went out for lunch at this little bistro place that she heard about from Celeste. We just talked and talked some more..." He chuckled lightly. "I'm going to hate myself for saying what I'm about to say, but..." His eyes lifted to meet hers. "You were right. I don't remember having a conversation with a woman and never wanting it to end." Shaking his head, he gestured at her. "Go ahead and perform your little victory dance."
As much as she wanted to, she instead stepped forward to hug her arms around his waist. "That goofy expression on your face is enough for me." He laughed as he returned the hug. "Look, I know it's just one date, but I really hope that you'll let her in. She'll be good for you."
"Whatever you say...you're the love guru," he commented, teasingly.
She unwound an arm from around him to punch him in the gut lightly. "Not that I disagree, but you could be more appreciative. I mean I almost thought that you were a lost cause."
He snorted, "Just say it already – I know you're just dying to."
With a bright smile, she backed away and declared, "I was right!" She did a quick little dance then stopped.
He was impressed. "I envisioned that to be much longer."
"If you're happy then I'm happy – that's all I need. Besides, now we can double date! How fun, right?"
"Oh fuck," he groaned for which his little sister ignored while she began rattling off possible double date ideas.
So, did it suck? If it does, let me know what I need to work on. If it doesn't, let me know in the form of an awesome review! The whole "dog semen" conversation was from an episode of Total Divas. I doubt it occurred at the same time frame as this chapter, but I wanted to include it anyway. Here's to hoping that I will get the next update out sooner.