The frustration had been building inside him all day. He couldn't look at her without picturing her the way she had been that morning. In bed, almost naked except for a thong, so close to him yet so far away. Although he had joked about it the same morning, the sexual frustration inside him was growing by the second.
Maybe that was why he did what he did when he dragged her over the barricade. That combined with the irritating feeling of losing for once although he knew before stepping into the ring that would be the outcome of the match. Or maybe it was because it was Miz of all people he had to lose to. Either way, he felt more frustrated than ever.
Miz had left the ring minutes ago and Dean was in the process of dragging Sadie with him as always. No fun and games to make the audience cheer this time around. No licking her cheek, no yelling she was his girl now. Just a face full of anger, playing his role of losing as he was supposed to.
She felt it right away, the way he held on to her arms tighter than normal. A whimper left her lips. She was supposed to act like this but the whimper was very much real. He was hurting her. He noticed the look in her eyes and let go. Instead he swung her over his shoulder and started carrying her out. This was new. He normally just dragged and pushed her but yet here she was, hanging over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
The entire male audience roared as his hand came down on her ass, the smack being heard all over the place. He left his hand there while he continued walking. He was so close to the prize he wanted to collect. He could just push his fingertips inside the thong and do things to her that he had been dreaming about for a while now. Instead he gathered himself, swallowed hard and continued walking out with her.
"What the hell was that all about?" She asked as he put her down backstage.
"Sorry, I got carried away," he said.
He scratched the back of his head while avoiding eye contact with her.
"I'll say. Seriously Dean, you need to get laid... like right now," she said.
"I don't think I can argue with that," he said.
"Come on," she said as she grabbed his hand and led him to the usual couch where they always ended up sitting side by side to the afterparties.
"Okay, pick one. If you're gonna continue being in this mood for one more day, I'm moving out," she said, half joking, half serious.
He scanned the room. He didn't want any of them but he knew she was right. He was sexual frustrated and needed to get that frustration out one way or another and his hand couldn't do the trick for him anymore. His eyes fell on the woman that had the most resemblance with Sadie and he watched her for a few seconds. Sadie's eyes went over to her as well.
"And here I thought you wanted a blonde. Oh well, keys please," she said and reached her hand towards him.
"No need for that. I'll just do her here and we can go home together," he said.
She watched as he got up and walked towards the woman.
"Did it ever cross your mind that I don't wanna be here while you're fucking someone else?" She mumbled to herself.
She watched him talk to the woman and she felt jealous. Her heart was aching but she kept it within. He sent her a look as he started walking out of the room with the woman and she sent him a fake smile in return. The moment they disappeared together, she got up and walked outside.
"Are we gonna do this or what?" The woman in front of Dean asked.
He hadn't even bothered to ask for her name.
"Just shut up and turn around," he said.
She turned around and placed her palms on the sink. He pushed her down a bit with one hand while trying to work himself up with the other. No matter how much he stroke himself, his dick refused to get hard. The only thing that constantly crossed his mind was Sadie, kissing her, fucking her, having his way with her, and although the woman in front of him had the same haircolour and had his back turned against him, he couldn't fool himself into picturing that it was Sadie.
"Screw this!" He sneered.
He quickly closed his pants and left the woman in the bathroom.
He looked around but she was nowhere to be seen. He had expected her to wait on the couch for him but she had left. Fear flushed through him. Had she hooked up with some other guy? It wasn't like he could forbid her to do so, he just didn't wanna see that happen. Not now, not ever.
"Have you seen Sadie?" He asked Roman.
"She went outside," Roman answered.
He hurried outside and breathed a sigh in relief as he saw her standing alone, waiting by his car. The relief quickly turned back to frustration mixed with anger. He wanted her, more than he had ever wanted anyone, and seeing her standing there alone in the darkness just waiting for him made it so hard for him not to just grab her and throw her on the hood of his car. He swallowed hard before walking over to her.
"That was quick," she said with a chuckle.
"Get in," was all she got back in response.
"Someone's cranky. Was she that bad?" She asked as they both got into the car.
He didn't answer. He just started the car and started driving. They drove back in silence. She noticed how his knuckles almost turned white from how hard he was holding on to the steering wheel.
"I'll sleep on the couch," he mumbled as they got inside the apartment.
"Okay, stop," she said.
He stopped and looked at her.
"I'm sorry you had a bad fuck but please don't take your frustration out on me," she said.
"I didn't have a bad fuck. I didn't have any fuck at all," he said.
"So she was a tease?" She asked.
"No, I was a tease," he answered.
He turned back around and walked into the livingroom. She followed him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He stopped, trying his best not to turn around. Feeling her hand there, as innocent as it was, he knew that if he turned around, he wouldn't be able to control himself any longer.
"Talk to me, Dean," she said softly.
"You don't wanna hear what's on my mind," he said.
"Try me," she said.
Try me. What a strange sentence to come at this point. That's all he wanted to do. Try her. Just once. Just lay her down and find out how she would respond to his touches, how she would feel when he was inside her. Yes, he definately would like to try her.
"Dean?" She asked again and he realized he had been thinking a little too long.
He spun around and looked at her. He wasn't sure what his eyes were portraiting but she started walking backwards and he followed suit as he growled out what was on his mind.
"You're the reason I'm so fucking frustrated. I go to bed every night with you by my side and I wake up every morning like that again and I can never actually touch you or kiss you or do any of the things to you that are always on my mind."
"Dean, I..." She whispered but she had no clue how to respond to this.
"What am I supposed to do when all day long I think about kissing you and touching you, how you taste, how you'll move under me if I was allowed to... how you would sound while I'm fucking you," he growled.
She stopped as her back connected with the wall. He leaned down and kissed her neck.
"Tell me how to stop," he said as he placed kisses up her neck towards her ear.
"I don't know," she whispered.
"Tell me to stop," he said more firmly as he nibbled on her earlobe.
"I can't," she said out loud.
He pulled his head out and looked her in the eyes. There was no dead look in them, just pure lust. He twisted a little smile before leaning in to claim her lips in a passionate kiss. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him to carry her into the bedroom.
He dumped down on his back with her on top of him. She went to work right away and he just closed his eyes while she freed him of his clothes. She pulled her thong off but left the rest of her clothes on. If he had expecting foreplay, he was in for a surprise. He opened his eyes as he felt her slide down on his dick. He was surprised to see she was still dressed but before he could say anything about it, he was forced to bite his lip to keep himself from screaming in pleasure as she started rolling her hips. Miz sure hadn't been lying. She knew exactly what she was doing.
He felt himself get close too soon and although it was tempting just to allow himself to cum and get all that frustration out of his body, he wouldn't have it this way. Not like this, not this soon, and surely not without her getting anything out of it too. He wasn't a regular customer and he had to prove to her that sex could be so much more. At the last second he grabbed her hips, pushed her off him and down on her back.
She looked up at him confused but he just smirked at her. He undressed her while kissing her and soon he took in the sight of her naked body. He trailed kisses down her stomach and settled himself between her legs. Still a confused look on her face and he wondered if she had ever had a man down there willing to please her.
He slowly ran his tongue up her folds while keeping his eyes on her. She closed her eyes and a low moan escaped her lips. He smiled and did it again. She sounded so cute when she let out those small moans but he wanted more than just that. He stopped his slow teasing and went to work on her clit with his tongue. Her moaning increased quickly and he knew he was on the right track. He kept working his magic on her and pushed two fingers inside her as well just to hear the sounds coming from her grow even louder. She writhered under him and he got drowned in her sounds as he made her cum.
He was pretty sure he was the first man to make her cum and it made him feel proud. He kissed his was back up her stomach until he reached her face again. She was still lying there with her eyes closed, more beautiful than ever with that blissful look on her face. He claimed her mouth again while slowly pushing his dick inside her.
He leaned back out a bit and just watched her as he started thrusting into her. He wanted to see how she would react to everything he did to her. He started out slow as he had every intention of making it last as long as possible but he didn't have enough self control to keep going like that. Little by little he increased the pace. She scratched her nails down his back and he took it as permission to just fuck her senseless, so that's what he did.
He went crazy, biting into her neck, thrusting into her fast and hard, locking his fingers in with hers while he held her hands down, but constantly aware of how she sounded and looked. When she opened her eyes and looked at him, the fire in them burned brighter than ever. He gave her a huge grin before diving back down to assault her neck again. He felt her walls tightening around his dick as he thrust in as hard as he could. She screamed out again and the feeling of her cumming because of what he did to her was more than he could take. He managed to keep thrusting through her orgasm but the second her body started relaxing, he had to let go himself although he just wanted to keep going for hours. She felt so damn good and all he wanted was to hear her scream over and over all night long.
He rolled down and dragged her up on his chest.
"How can you do that?" He asked.
"What?" She asked back.
"Make a man cum within a minute when you're on top," he answered.
"I learned that a long time ago. It's easier when it's done quickly," she said.
He squeezed her tight before placing one hand under her chin to lift up her head so he could look into her eyes.
"Not anymore. Not with me. I intend to make you want it to last forever," he said and smirked.
"Like you just did," she said and smirked back.