Chapter 3 – Far From Over
Black muscle shirt. Black cargo pants. Black boots. Large hands…He really filled out those cargos and muscle shirt; She had to learn how to breathe all over again while watching Dean Ambrose sprint to the ring, tackling Phil Brooks –also known as CM Punk- to the mat beating the hell out of him as much as he could. The little asshole scurried away quicker than she would've liked, as well as the rest of the WWE universe, but of course Dean had words for him. The intensity in his icy eyes and the way his gritty voice dropped to a growl yelling in the microphone sent warmth straight to her already damp panties. She had on a black tank dress that hugged her curves with black ballet flats.
Dean walked back stage out of breath his chest was heaving up and down as he fought to get oxygen back into his lungs. His match with Phil was a rough one. He might have lost but he got the last shot in before he walked back towards the locker room.
When Dean arrived back at the locker room, the shower in the bathroom was running. That match with Phil had been barbaric and his shoulder had been slightly tweaked tonight; he'd hit it really good on the ring apron. He jerked his muscle shirt off before he walked into the bathroom and smirked. She didn't hear the bathroom door open due to the sprays and her back was facing the door while she checked the temperature of the water.
Every part of her body tensed when strong hands gripped her hips and yanked her back against a sweaty muscular chest, hot breath puffing on her neck and ear. The smell of cigarettes and musk lingered in the air, infiltrating her senses and there was only one man who made her weak in the knees. "I know you didn't ask for a shower, but…I figured you'd need one because of your shoulder." She murmured softly.
Dean smirked as his hand wrapped around Jenaya's ponytail before he jerked her head back. "Good girl…You're such a good girl." His hand trailed up and down her arm before it wrapped around her throat and he moved to the side of her and crashed his mouth into hers; the whole time he kept her ponytail wrapped around his hand to keep good control of her. He pulled back when they both needed air as he slowly let his tongue drag up her neck to her ear. "I think you deserve a reward for being so thoughtful. What do you think huh baby?" He whispered against the shell of her ear. "Get naked and get in that shower…you've got 15 seconds."
While he still had hold of her ponytail, Jenaya undressed quickly and kicked aside her dress, panties and shoes. Dean let go of her long enough to remove his cargos, boxer/briefs and boots before stepping into the shower with her. Jenaya wasn't Dean's girlfriend. She wasn't sure what they were, but whatever it was she was definitely enjoying it. All the months of teasing and egging each other on; somehow one night they started off antagonizing each other and ended up in bed in a sweat heap. Which since then they had repeated several times over the last few months.
He spun her around and pushed her against the wall; his already hardened dick against the crack of her luscious ass as he let his hands roam her beautiful body. She was like milk to him; she did his body good. His lips played on her neck. "You've been such a good girl for me baby." He never got to out of hand but always told her if he ever hurt her to the point where she couldn't stand the pain that she HAD to tell him. He liked it rough and was rough with her. "Don't move." His right hand stayed in her hair as his left slid down the front of her body before it plucked each of her nipples to a nice hard peak and then slid down further as his thumb and index finger caught her clit and pinched eliciting a moaned from her. "Good girl…" He stated before moving her head to the side to take her mouth with his again.
Jenaya would never get tired of tasting and feeling Dean's tongue against hers, everything about him addicting. Moans spilled from her mouth as Jenaya reached up to bury her fingers in his curls and gasped when he applied further pressure against her clit. "Dean…" She whimpered, feeling his mouth leave hers and their eyes locked once more, both clouded and swirling with lust for each other. They didn't have a lot of time to spend in the shower because Dean, Roman and Seth had another segment at the end of the show where they did a run-in to attack Paul Wight – Also known as Big Show-. She didn't dare order Dean to do anything though, simply going through the motions on whatever he wanted to do.
Dean loved to hear her moans. They were music to his ears. He pushed her forward slightly while pulling her ass out. "Thighs apart beautiful. This is going to be rushed, but rest assured when we get back to the hotel you'll enjoy every second…Hell you might enjoy every second of this." He needed to get off and he needed to bust a nut fast because of his last segment of the night. He pushed past her slick folds forcefully and kept her facing the wall; she would be better braced against it and he'd be able to get off quicker because he could feel her body against his. Her skin touching his was an immediate hot button for him and also the tightness that her body provided around his dick. He thrust once, twice and a third time and was finally buried inside of her, but he couldn't wait for her to adjust as he kept a hold of her clit he began powering in and out of her.
The roughness didn't bother her. Jenaya never not enjoyed having Dean's cock plummeting in and out of her. It didn't matter where he wanted it; Jenaya was always ready to deliver. Her hands stayed braced against the shower wall, moaning and crying out uncontrollably while meeting him for every thrust. Yes, it was a little painful, but the pleasure far exceeded the pain and Jenaya wouldn't want it any other way. The truth was Jenaya had fallen in love with Dean Ambrose, but she knew he'd never want her for anything else than this. A sex toy; a way of getting off whenever he needed a release. "DEAN!" She shrieked out, feeling his fingers apply more pressure on her clit and tried holding her climax back, but it was impossible. Jenaya wanted him to cum first though, always trying to make sure he got his release since that's what he paid her for. "Oh fuck!"
Dean continued to piston in and out of her tight little body. He'd never been inside someone who was so tight he felt like his dick was going to turn black and fall off from lack of circulation in her body. He liked the fact that she held her climax back until he got off but he also liked the fact if he could get them to cum together because the orgasm was so much stronger and would rock both their bodies. "Cum on my dick baby…I like to feel the juices flood my dick and drip down to my balls as they slap against your pussy." His voice was gritty and demanding as he began thrusting a little harder and pinched her clit a little harder.
"Mmm as you wish…" Jenaya didn't bother holding back because it's what Dean wanted, the hot coil deep within her lower abdomen spring free and she shattered against him, screaming his name. Her climax triggered his and Jenaya came again, feeling Dean shoot his load deep inside of her while thrusting like a madman. Every part of her body quivered against him as Dean kept her pinned against the wall, his hands wrapped around her wrists holding them against the wall. That low raspy voice in her ear would always be her ultimate undoing, no matter how many times they had sex. Dean finally stopped thrusting and sagged against her briefly, burying his nose in her neck nipping her soft ear. All she could do was stand there, feeling his dick grow limp sliding out of her body and his strong rock hard frame continued holding her against the wall, both of them coming down from their sexual high.
Dean panted softly into the side of her neck before he pulled the rest of the way out of her body and patted her on the ass. He kissed the side of her neck. "Get cleaned up, have a nice relaxing shower and get dressed. I'll see you when I get done with this last segment." His body was calming down from this round as he swiped his clothing off the ground and tugged it all back on. He would shower again at the hotel and as always Jenaya would be joining him.
One of these nights he would try to be nice and ask her if she was enjoying herself, but for some reason he would get her naked and her body would call out to his and suddenly he didn't care who was having fun as long as he was buried in her body he was happy.
Dean groaned one last time as he watched Jenaya showering and then went back out to finish his segment.
The night had been long and grueling and it felt like it was never going to end. MacKenzie couldn't wait for their days off. They would be off from Tuesday to Saturday morning. She was hoping to catch up on a lot of sleep and also find out what Jeff did to her home. She could only imagine at this point. She felt like she was in full on zombie mode as Jey drove the Ford Explorer rental back to the hotel and Jimmy and Charisma were in the back speaking in hushed tones. She knew when Char giggled it was over. They would be locking themselves in their hotel room for the rest of the night and if they were lucky they WOULDN'T miss their flight in the morning.
Charisma eyes were full of hunger and lust for Jimmy, especially since he had his jeans and a black beater that he put on after his match. Could they be any tighter? Swinging one leg over, Charisma straddled his lap and softly brushed her mouth against his while caressing his beater covered rock hard chest. She loved how his muscles twitched beneath her touch and moved down to his strong jaw to his ear. "Mmm my baby made me so proud tonight." She groaned as she moved her hips against his. "And the kitty is ready as always. It will never break; no matter how many times my baby fucks the shit out of what's his." Nibbling on his ear, Charisma felt his arms tighten around her and traced the outside of it with her tongue, smirking when he quietly growled in her ear.
"I don't mind testing that theory." He hissed out. Jimmy knew no one was watching them as one hand gripped her jean covered ass pulling her closer to him. His other hand slid up Charisma's t-shirt and pulled the cup of her bra on her right breast down before looking up at her. "Keep that pretty mouth shut we don't want them to hear…" Three seconds later he sucked her nipple into his mouth biting it playfully before sucking and twirling his tongue around the pink peak; loving the way it hardened in his mouth. He knew he had just enough time to test her skills at being quiet in a car with two other people. They had about a 15 minute drive to the hotel.
Charisma knew she couldn't draw attention to them and had to bite her tongue while Jimmy devoured one breast and then the other, her fingers pulled the elastic from his hair and buried in his wet curls. Even wet, they still wrapped around her fingers. She wanted to moan out to tell Jimmy how much she enjoyed what he was doing, but that would go against his order.
Jey parked the car as he and MacKenzie got out, grabbing their bags and walked into the hotel after Monday Night Raw was over. Everyone was glad that none of them were scheduled for Smackdown which meant they could leave for home early the next morning. Jey shook his head as he looked back at the rental. "Man, they just couldn't wait until they got to their own room."
MacKenzie couldn't help but giggle as she followed the twin into the hotel. She couldn't wait to get into bed she was really tired and hopeful for a good night sleep.
As soon as the front doors closed and they retrieved their bags from the back and shut the back hatch; Charisma felt him release her nipple, dark cloudy chocolate brown snapping up to meet two black pools of ink. She immediately claimed his mouth, not saying a word and continued grinding, feeling him harden with each second that passed by.
Jimmy groaned as she continued to grind her jean covered pussy against his jean covered dick. If she kept it up he was going to explode in his pants like a twelve year old boy. He was not going to waste a perfectly good nut in his boxer-briefs; when he could be buried in Charisma. "You think you are so slick gorgeous…Getting me all riled up. My dick fucking hates our jeans right now and is begging to be let loose in your pussy." Jimmy suddenly moved around with the quickness of a cat and before Charisma knew what was happening she was laying back on the back seat with her jeans and panties around her thighs with her knees into her chest as Jimmy groaned out while pushing into her body. "Fuck yea baby…" Her wet folds engulfed his cock and sent his head spinning.
Charisma moaned, reaching up to grip anything she could get her hands on while Jimmy powered in and out of her body, feeling how hard and pulsating it was against her walls. "I love getting you riled up to where all you wanna do is bury that perfect cock in my pussy. So make the kitty cum all over you baby." Her body bounced off the car seat while Jimmy thrust like a madman in and out of her receptive body. "Can we switch positions, Baby? I wanna bounce off your cock and touch every part of you I can reach." Jimmy complied and lifted her up after pulling out of her and sat her down on his lap backwards, his cock filling her once more. Grinding her hips against him, Charisma leaned her head back on his shoulder and buried her fingers in his hair, letting Jimmy take control of her body with his hands.
Jimmy groaned when she sank down on him and her fingers weaved into his raven curls again. He craved to be in her body 24/7 and if he could he would. He was just starting to lose his mind as she started to bounce on his cock. Her feet were braced on the center council between the front seats as she used her thigh muscles to push herself up and down the length of his throbbing cock. Ugh this woman had amazing muscle control when it came to powering with her thighs. "Ugh that's it be a good girl and work that pussy on my dick. Oh Jesus Christ if you keep clenching those muscles you're going to have my cum leaking out of you in 3 seconds." Jimmy's lips against Charisma's ear. "Mmmm maybe that's what you want…hmmm baby you want me to leak out of you?" He purred in her ear.
"Yes, baby…anything you want it's yours." Charisma slowed down a little and rolled her hips in a circular motion against his dick to keep him from exploding inside of her. Not yet. She knew he wasn't ready to lose control and clenched her fingers in his hair tighter, moving her head to the side as his mouth crashed down on hers. Charisma had a background in volleyball dating back to when she was a little girl up until the age of 16; that plus her Diva status in the company had her flexible in all kinds of ways. "Oh Jimmy!" She moaned in his mouth, ripping her lips from his suddenly and started going full force on his cock, wanting them both upstairs completely naked so he could fully explore her body from head to toe. "Oh baby baby, I don't – I can't last much longer…I'm trying to hold on for you…It's so fucking good though, make the kitty purr…"
Jimmy nipped the skin on her neck as one hand tightened on her bare hip and the other slithered around to pinch her clit. "Purr for my kitty…Purr for me all night long." He wanted to feel every inch of her pussy wrapping around him over and over and over. Jimmy began thrusting his hips up as Charisma was coming down he wanted her to feel as good as she made him feel. "Ugh such a good girl – I want you to be a good girl and cum on me, because tonight…" He bit the side of her neck not hard just enough to make it feel erotic. "Tonight we're just getting started." He threw his head back as his balls began to tighten and tingle. "That's it baby work that pussy on my dick; I will never own you! You own my dick. I'm your baby, but you're the owner! Own every inch of that cock gorgeous." His gritted through clenched teeth against the shell of her ear
It didn't take long after those words were said for Charisma to give Jimmy what he wanted, what they both craved. "JIMMY!" She screamed out, not caring who heard her at this point and kept bouncing on his cock while lasting through her first orgasm. It took 2 more times before he was ready to explode inside of her and by then, Charisma had to hold onto the seats in front of her to keep from collapsing. Charisma somehow managed to escape the vehicle after pulling her panties and jeans up, used to the burn in her legs. This man had one insatiable appetite and she knew Jimmy meant what he said – they really were far from being done tonight. "Baby," She slid a finger down his sweaty muscular bare chest and kissed each pectoral, feeling his arms wrap around her. "Mind if we get some food before starting another round?" Charisma needed sustenance if they were doing this all night long and there were a lot of times it happened.
Jimmy chuckled. "Anything you want but it's going to have to be from hotel room service because we're having a 'No Clothing' rule once we get up there." He smirked before he leaned over and tossed Charisma over his shoulder and his bag over his other shoulder and walked into the hotel. He couldn't help himself her jean covered ass was right there in his face as he slapped one cheek and bit into the other once they were on the elevator. He chuckled when he felt her small hands slapping his jean covered ass.
Once they got to the room he leaned over and set Charisma on her feet; she started to walk away from him when he yanked her back against his body and captured her mouth with his. "Clothes off…" He stated before he flicked the end of her nose with his tongue before he swatted her ass.
Oh yea FAR from over.