Taking her hand, he led her out of the locker room and through the backstage area. A few workers milled about, nodding at Dean or fist bumping him, like guys do. No comment was made on Autumn but when they stepped out into the main part of the O2 it only took a few seconds before they were mobbed by wrestling fans. "Dean! It's Dean Ambrose. Who's he with? Can we get your autograph, can you sign my shirt," etc...
Dean signed, let them take selfies and chatted for a few minutes, keeping them happy. "Thanks guys," he said to the crowd, letting them know he'd had enough, taking Autumn's hand again.
Autumn was beginning to realise how big this wrestling thing was. The fans treated him like a rock star. "They love you, don't they? But you are a bad ass, you look really scary in your outfit and do really mean things in the ring...but they love you."
"You sound surprised. If you didn't like bad boys then you wouldn't be here with me now. Would you?" Ha, he'd got her there.
She glared at him then laughed, "Busted!"
"Yeah, I thought so," leaning in for kiss.
Ooh he was irresistible. His phone rang and he broke away from her lips.
"Dude, what's happening?...nah not yet...yeah I know that doesn't happen often...change of plan...going out for a drink...losing my touch? Fuck you!...yeah yeah don't laugh... what's the hotel like?...really? It's shit and full of fans? So you are both stuck in the room then? Good luck with that. I'll see you later bro," he shut off the phone chuckling to her. "Seth and Roman are stuck in the hotel. Overrun with fans, can't go there then or here," he added looking at the bars and restaurants that surrounded the venue, still thronging with people.
"How about London?" Autumn offered.
"Cool, let's do that," he agreed, hailing a black taxi.
"Where to guvnor," the driver asked in a strong cockney accent.
"Autumn?" Dean asked. "I've no clue."
"Covent Garden please," she said firmly.
Inside the dark interior of the taxi, Dean pulled her on to his lap and pressed the privacy button. The intercom switched off and the driver's eyes in the rear view mirror disappeared as black glass slid across.
"I seem to have you alone again Miss Sweet and Innocent," he murmured.
His strong arms holding her in place. Tilting her chin upwards to face him with his finger and thumb, his eyes bore into hers, he slid his other hand between her legs, making her jump slightly.
He whispered darkly in her ear. "Don't try to move away from me Autumn, I'll only put up with this for so long but at some point this evening I am going to fuck you, you realise that don't you?" He had a rep to keep for a start he thought.
There was no point denying it. She could feel his huge erection pressed against her and she had wanted him from the second he walked through that door. It's just that normally she didn't do things like this and fantasies do not actually become reality in the real world.
"Yes," was all she managed to say as she traced a finger over his lips and leant in to taste him. Hearing him groan slightly, encouraged she delved deeper in to his mouth. His hands were underneath her top now, fingers pulling her bra down and plucking at her hard nipples.
"Can you feel how hot you are making me baby? He whispered. "I need your lips around my dick. Touch me, go on. Take a risk. What have you got to lose?"
She was starting to lose IT actually, she wasn't normally like this. Certainly she'd never made out like this in a taxi with a practical stranger. Autumn hesitated for a second but she was so turned on by him and wanted to see his cock, wanted to feel it, and surprising herself, yes she wanted it in her mouth. The taxi carried on its way, the outside world oblivious to the hot passion behind the steamed up windows.
To hell with it she thought to herself, releasing his cock which was hard and long and beautifully shaped. As it sprang out she gasped at the size of it, Dean's eyes were heavy with lust but he still managed to look smug at her reaction. He wound a fistful of her hair and pushed her head down on to it. "Go on baby, suck it for me, don't stop. Your lips are fucking amazing."
The trouble was that the taxi had nearly reached its destination but neither of them, lost in each other, knew it. It wasn't until the driver banged on the privacy glass and shouted 'Covent Garden' that they realised they'd been caught. Autumn gasped and quickly straightened herself out giggling hysterically. Dean tucking himself away showed no embarrassment, he was too badass and cocky for that.
Helping Autumn out of the cab, he asked the driver "What's the damage?"
"£70," came the tight reply.
Pulling a wad of notes from his back pocket he peeled off two £50s. "Take £100 dude, keep the change."
Autumn, still laughing offered to pay some of the fare. Dean grinned at her, "Nah, forget it. Nice to see you loosen up a bit sugar."
They wandered around, taking in the sights and sounds of London on that late Spring night. Hand in hand like some long courting couple. As they were both casually dressed, they dropped into backstreet bars and pubs, moving from one to another, shooting pool and avoiding the smarter places that required smarter dress.
"I fucking hate those sort of bars anyway" he said to her. "Full of fucking posers and pussy," he added. "I prefer the inexpensive things in life."
He was very attentive and she was truly enjoying herself with him, having fun, letting her hair down, she knew she was falling under his spell and she didn't want the night to end. She also trembled with anticipation at the thought of him taking her to bed.
It was getting late as they stepped out from a bar into the dark night, laughing, both merry with drink. He lit a cigarette.
Autumn pointed across the road realising where they were, to a identikit office block, the windows dark except for the softly lit reception where a bored security guard sat staring at a monitor. "That's where I work, in that building there."
"Oh yeah, what do ya do?"
"Just boring office shit, I hate it really. My boss is a dick too. Always calling me into his office making hot eyes at me. He loves it when I'm late so he can give me a good lecture. I'm sure he gets off on it!"
"Why don't you leave then?" he said as if it was the easiest thing to do in the world.
"It's not as easy as that is it?" she replied.
"Yes, yes it is easy. If you don't like something, you need to change it. It's not difficult. What do you really want to do?"
"I want to write, like books and things." she said embarrassed.
"So do it, what's stopping you?"
"Um don't know really, I don't know if I'm any good, worried what people will think...there's lots of reasons"
"You baby," he said softy, holding on to her waist, "need to take more risks. What are you, like 24, 25? Take a chance, go for something. While we are on that subject of taking risks, how about that fuck?!"
She burst out laughing, "Seriously, you are terrible but very funny, and very sweet," and standing on her tiptoes to kiss him, "and very very sexy."
"I know sugar, it's hard being me," he joked, kissing her back.
"Where are we going to go then?" Autumn wondered.
"Well unless you want me to fuck you in that alleyway," he said pointing across the road. Her eyes widened. "Joking!" he added. "Let's go to your house, is it far?"
"You want to come to my house?" she said slowly, not quite believing it.
"Sure, let's get another taxi," raising his arm and hailing one. "Behave yourself in it this time."
They pulled up outside Autumn's shared Victorian house on its leafy road. Following her up the path, he swept her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck as she fumbled with her keys.
"You're shaking baby, I kinda like that," he murmured at her.
Going in to the hallway and passing the living room, her flatmates were still up. Movie night she remembered, the aroma of popcorn and wine drifting out.
"Hey guys," she said popping her head around the door.
"Babe, where have you been tonight?" a plump blonde in pyjamas shouted over the film, wine glass in hand.
"Yeah, you're missing a really good movie, it's got that fit actor in it that you like and ...Oh," said her other house mate, a slim black girl, stopping in mid flow when she spotted a tall blonde specimen of perfection appear next to Autumn in a leather jacket.
"Holy fuck girl, where did you find him? London fashion week? A male model convention?!" she continued, "Mmmmm next time you go out, I'm coming with you girl."
Autumn laughed and Dean, his eyes glittering with amusement said "Nice to meet you ladies, nice onesies too."
"We are just going to... you know... go upstairs... so see you both later." Autumn said hurriedly.
"Yeah, we know what you're going to get up to", her housemates called teasingly after them as Dean followed Autumn up the stairs.
"Wow," the housemates said to each other. "I cannot believe how fit that guy was, he sounded American too," then they burst in to a fit of giggles.
Shit this is really it, thought Autumn as they climbed the stairs to her top floor attic room. She could feel his electric presence behind her. He looked serious as he closed the door behind him, smouldering at her and she felt weak under his gaze. Once again he curled a finger at her and she moved slowly towards him.
"No more fucking around now baby," he said darkly, lifting her top off and pushing her against the door. That was unexpected she thought but very hot. "Now I've got you right where I want you, haven't I?"
"Uh huh," she agreed having temporarily lost the ability to speak.
She was pinned against him as his tongue expertly explored her mouth, taking her to heights that she had never reached before from just a kiss.
"Let's take these clothes off, I want to see what I've got to look forward to tonight," he demanded.
She gulped and he stepped back to get a good view. "Very nice," stroking her flat stomach which was flipping uncontrollably as his fingers moved gently down to rest on the waistband of her panties. She looked away from him, feeling self consciously exposed in just her bra and knickers while he was still fully dressed.
"Look at me while I'm touching you Autumn, I wanna see your face when I make you come."
His fingers slipped under the silk of the panties and started to tease her own satin folds. His lips returned to hers and she felt herself building up to the most amazing orgasm, moaning against his mouth, his rough golden stubble almost painful against her skin. But just as she was about to climax, he pulled away from her chuckling.
"Dean, please," she begged almost bereft at the loss of his mouth and touch.
"Poor baby, you only get to come when I let you," he mocked. "You'll learn that by the end of this evening. You made me wait and now it's my turn."
"What are you? Some kind of porn star?! she breathed.
He threw his head back and laughed. "I'm better than a porn star, but yes I am kind of an expert at this sort of thing now I come to think of it. You?"
"What do you think?" she said sarkily.
"I think you are very sweet and not as innocent as you make out. Let's test that theory now."
He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it aside and beckoned to her to unzip his hoodie. Standing there with a look of pure lust on his beautiful face, so gorgeous, ultra confident and in control in her bedroom, he was like no other man she'd ever been with. She obeyed his every command. He kissed her again when his muscled torso was bare, feeling his warm smooth skin against hers. His defined arms and shoulders making her mouth go dry at the sight of them. She wanted to kiss all over that torso and made a move to do so. He let her, enjoying her soft lips, tongue and teeth gently nipping at his golden skin.
"You are so gorgeous, Dean. Your body is perfect, so strong," she whispered.
"I know, I know, I look great," he smirked, never dropping his bad boy persona.
Autumn suddenly pushed him back on the bed and straddled his thighs, taking him by surprise. Her centre rested on his jean covered erection and she ground against him as her tongue found his.
"Well, well. Who's the expert now, eh?" he chuckled against her lips.
She tried to look sternly at him. "I want you now!" she demanded but ended up in a fit of giggles as he raised his eyebrow at her.
The tables were turned when he quickly rolled her over, causing her breathing to hitch at the suddenness of it. He was so strong, his every movement was effortless. Holding her down as she squirmed with desire underneath his body, he cooed "Nice try sugar."
Thanks for visiting this story, it's not as dark as my first fiction so hope you are all feeling it. Let me know! Lots of love. X