Apologies for the long wait for an update. As always, I hope you like it and always welcome your reviews, they really help. Warning smut ahead, adults only. Xx
She stared into his eyes, any uncertainty quickly evaporating at the close proximity of this gorgeous creature. The rain dripped off his wet hair on to his sun kissed skin, oh how could she refuse him anything. Decision made. Breaking into a shy smile, she leant up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He didn't allow her to pull away, holding her still, instead his tongue traced at the seam of her lips and as she moaned slightly, he delved deeper, finding her own tongue and driving her crazy with his well practised technique. The kiss was long and slow and deep and Autumn felt faint with longing at its intensity. Passersby tutted and tourists pointed, one even snapping a photo on their phone at the sight of the two lovers, entwined and oblivious to anyone except each other kissing so passionately in the London rain.
When they finally broke away from each other Autumn whispered, "I'd love to 'hang out'. It's wonderful to see you."
"Good decision," he purred, looking delighted. "I came here straight from the airport but I got someone to book me a hotel around here somewhere. I can't wait to get you out of those wet clothes," he added with a wink.
"I love how you get straight to the point," she teased, her heart beginning to flutter a little more.
"We both know what we want baby, why pussyfoot around? I've not flown over here to have tea at the Ritz with you!" Then misreading her face he added "Although we can go there if you want after?"
Holding her hands up she responded, "I'm good thanks, it's not top of my to do list with you funnily enough."
"Oh yeah," he said smoulderingly, "What is at the top of that list, hmmm?"
She gulped.
"Going shy on me now are you?" teasing her and moving his body closer.
"No," she said dismissively, but her cheeks had heated which gave her away.
"Blushing, how sweet," he mocked but his eyes were kind. "Come on sugar, let's get out of this hellhole!" and he led her away from her office, never to return there again thank goodness.
They found the hotel, which turned out to be the height of old school luxury and Autumn immediately wished she had a better outfit on than her black skirt suit, feeling dowdy compared to the glossy, stick thin model types that seem to float around five star London hotels, iPhones glued to their ears, air kissing other glossy stick thin types or handsome older men. They exuded wealth and privilege and eyed Dean with considerable interest as they checked in.
"I wish I had something else to change into," she muttered.
"You won't need clothes in about ten minutes baby, I promise you that," he answered.
Autumn tried to ignore the looks he was getting, but as one particularly stunning girl smiled at him, he looked the girl directly in the eye and wrapped his arm around Autumn's waist letting her know who he was here with.
Feeling reassured, "Nice hotel," she told him.
"Is it? I've no idea, they all look the same to me. I asked one of the admin girls to book it, but I did tell her it was for a special occasion so she must have took me literally," he laughed.
A special occasion, she repeated in her head. "Must have cost a bit," she murmured, as the receptionist took his credit card.
"It doesn't matter what it cost, it will be worth it when I hear you screaming my name again," he murmured back in her ear.
"Maybe I won't," she whispered, attempting to wind him up.
The receptionist handed his card back to him but he took it without looking at her then murmured back to Autumn, "Oh you'll be screaming my name baby, in fact you're gonna let me do anything I want to you when I get you in that bedroom. Is that understood?" His blue eyes had never been more piercing and he was deadly serious.
Autumn dropped her eyes first, blushing furiously as the receptionist bid them to "Enjoy your stay".
"Oh we will thanks," Dean said with emphasis.
By now Autumn was practically hyperventilating with desire. He of course, aware of the effect he had on her, sauntered over to the lift, guiding her in to the small mirrored box with a smirk on his handsome face. He didn't speak as the lift made its way up to the penthouse floor but his gaze rested on her and she shifted nervously, biting her lip.
"Stop it," she finally said just as they moved out of the lift.
"Stop what," he replied feigning innocence.
"Looking at me like that, you know you make me nervous."
Dean laughed, "Yeah but you look so cute when you're under pressure, makes me wanna do all sorts of things to you."
"You are such a wicked boy, she retorted.
"Yeah, but look at the places I take you to, makes it worth putting up with me," he said opening the door.
"Woah," Autumn exclaimed when she saw the room behind the door. It was amazing, five star business. Every luxury was thought of from the champagne on ice to the big fluffy dressing gowns. It had its own lounge with a massive flat screen TV, a balcony overlooking London with big comfy seats with an outdoor heater, a massive marble bathroom and the bed in the bedroom was the biggest she'd ever seen, dressed in crisp white Egyptian cotton.
Dean looked pleased at her reaction, stretching his arms above his head he told her "Man I need a shower. And you're going to give me one," he added mischievously throwing his boots off and unbuckling his belt. "Clothes off now!"
Autumn surveyed him, suddenly self conscious as he peeled off his top revealing that perfect torso. Her mouth went dry as he slowly walked towards her and started undressing her himself. All the while he snuck kisses on to her body as he shed her clothes all over the room. Kneeling down he pulled her skirt, tights and panties off in one swift movement. Looking up laviciously at her, he kissed her inner thighs while his fingers fluffed up her neat flattened bush. A trail of her already soaked desire peeked out and it clung to his fingers which he sucked, tasting her, turning him on even more.
He lifted her easily into his strong arms like you would a new bride and kissed her passionately, delving deeper and deeper into her mouth with his tongue. Both breathless now, he wondered how long he could keep himself from slamming into that sweet pussy but he wanted to savour this first fuck. Shit he'd waited six months, six months of trying to forget her, six months of sleeping around while travelling from state to state, but the thought of that pretty English girl had kept popping back in his head. He cursed himself for not getting her number or her her email, anything, his friends thought he was mad. 'You can have anyone man', they said. 'You're Dean fucking Ambrose, chicks practically cream themselves just looking at you!' But he just ignored them and still thought about her, plus he always did what he wanted and didn't give a crap about what anyone else thought which is why he hatched his plan to find her next time he was in the UK.
So instead he carried her to the bathroom and set her down inside the shower, the water soon cascaded over her lovely body, rivulets running over every curve, her nipples rock hard. She really was gorgeous he thought and she didn't really know it, which was probably one of the reasons why he liked her so much. His cock was rock hard and aching for her and she stroked it softly with one hand while the other explored his chest, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss and suck on his bottom lip while she massaged his dick, strafing her thumb over the head. He moaned at her touch, "I need to fuck you now Autumn."
The bathroom had a floor to ceiling mirror, softly lit with a thick fluffy mat on the floor. Dean led her out of the shower, both hot and wet from the water and bent her over a chaise lounge (it's a big plush bathroom please bear with me!').
"I want you to watch me fuck you in that mirror, you look so fucking beautiful. Lift your leg up so we can both see your pussy," he told her. She complied, trembling with anticipation as she watched his movements in the mirror and felt him rub his dick into the folds over her centre. He growled as his dick moved back and forth over her entrance, rubbing against her wetness, teasing both of them until they could wait no more. He wound a handful of her damp hair round his hand and gently but firmly pulled her head back towards him so he could kiss her mouth as he slowly pushed his cock deep inside her.
She felt so tight, so good, just like before. Her moans encouraged him, she was soon screaming his name like he predicted as he increased the pace, slamming his cock faster and faster as he watched her buck and sway. He was nearly there but he wanted to to see her face when he came inside her so flipping her on to the seat, he kissed her again and growled at her, "Look at me when you come." Her eyes did not leave his as his hips drove furiously at her, never letting up. "You're so sexy, you know that?!"
"Oh Dean, oh God, I'm coming, I'm coming," she wailed as he felt her walls tighten like a whirlpool around his dick deliciously. He shot in to her then, his own roar drowning out hers as he slowed the pace then stayed inside her, gently kissing and nibbling her neck. They stayed in that bathroom for a long time, exploring each other's body, dipping into the bath and playing more games.
It was early afternoon by the time they emerged into the bedroom. Flopping down on the bed and switching the flat screen on, he announced he was hungry. "You wanna go get something to eat?" he drawled. "Man, I'm starving." She nodded, anything to prolong their time together, but Autumn was in that frame of mind where hunger is forgotten, her appetite barely there at all because of the gorgeous specimen lounging naked on the bed before her with the exception of a towel slung low around the lean hips. She could see the V definition on each side of those hips, the sort of definition that only an athlete gets through hard work and dedication to maintaining a high level of fitness.
She bit her lip while assessing him, his head was turned towards the screen, channel hopping with the remote. "TV is shit over here," he said. "Let's go out, but come here for a kiss first."
They dressed and wandered out into London, he had a baseball cap on to avoid getting recognised. He was so perfect looking that even though he was only known in the wrestling world, most people did a double take because he exuded that movie star handsome quality, and he swaggered with confidence.
"Can I just pop into this shop and get something else to wear?" She asked hopefully, stopping outside Top Shop. "I look like your bloody Personal Assistant in this suit!"
He laughed, "Sure honey, whatever you want you want to do."
She spent to much on new boots, jeans, underwear and a top especially since she'd just packed her job in but sod it she thought, she wanted to look good for him. He waited patiently outside the changing rooms like a bored boyfriend, that made her chuckle.
"You want me to get this?" He asked earnestly at the checkout.
"No, no it's fine really, you don't need to buy me anything. I could do with some new clothes anyway," she fibbed.
He seemed to accept this, she nipped back in to the cubicle, changed into her new things and they headed off to a nearby bar and ordered some food and a couple of drinks. It was busy with shoppers as London was already gearing up for Christmas, but they blended in like any other young couple, the lights had recently been switched on and it was dark when they emerged into the cold frosty air. The wandered around hand in hand, taking in the Christmas lights, popping into shops, seeing the sights like tourists, Piccadilly Circus, all the statues, Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square before ending up walking along the Embankment by the river.
Staring out into the swirling black water, twinkling lights all around she admitted, "You know, I've lived in London for years and I never do this. It's fun."
"Yeah, it's cool to do this sort of stuff. I usually never get time. It's always, plane, car, hotel, arena, wrestle, repeat!" He replied.
"You should get that printed on a T-shirt', she laughed.
"Oh I've got my own merchandise now, Dean Unstable Ambrose!"
"Unstable!" She snorted taking the piss, "How did they work that out? You seem fine to me!"
"Lunatic Fringe? No?" He said as she looked blankly at him. "I thought you did some research on me?"
"I stopped looking at the internet when I thought that I wouldn't see you again," she murmured, her head down and kicking at her feet.
He chose to ignore this comment and added "It's a long story babe, google Jon Moxley and you'll work out why they call me unstable. I've got hoodies, T-Shirts, hats, dog collars..."
"Dog collars! How very kinky," she gasped in mock horror, regaining her composure.
"You are going the right way about finding out how kinky I am if you keep up this attitude with me baby," he promised but his eyes glittered with amusement. "Come here, it's been at least 30 minutes since I last kissed you."
She happily complied as he pulled her into a long, gentle kiss. Sighing as they broke away, he looked into her eyes, pausing before asking her hopefully "Stay with me tonight?"
Her stomach flipped with joy and she nodded at him and he smiled and kissed her again. One more night, she thought, even if it was only this final one night, her friends would tell her she was being used but she knew she would rather take the inevitable heartache afterwards than miss out on being with him right now.
They stayed in the hotel, right in, ordering drinks and room service, they just got on so well with no awkwardness, sitting out on the balcony with the heater at full blast, drinking, chatting, smoking, laughing...kissing...making love...
That night in bed she lay with her head on his chest but sleep did not take her, flipping over so she could look at his beautiful sleeping face, she sighed with contentment. Autumn was bewitched with him but she also had a slight nagging feeling of doom. How could long could this last, would he see her again, maybe next year when they toured the UK in May or could she be one of many girls he had in other countries or other states in the US, it was a possibility but one that she quickly shut off from her thoughts.
For tonight and for some of tomorrow morning she told herself, he belonged to her, just as he had said that she belonged to him, when he so perfectly put her boss down for her. She had wanted to ask him what he meant by that comment but was worried if he'd said it just as part of his act when he was frightening Mr Daliant. She kissed his jaw and he stirred, smiled and pulled her close against him, then she slept.
It was late morning when Autumn awoke, Dean was still sleeping soundly next to her and she decided to make the most of their brief time left together. She knew it would be over in a matter of hours. She started to nuzzle into the hollow of his neck and stroked her fingers down his muscular arms, then moving them across his chest with feather lite touches. Her lips followed the route of her fingers, kissing and dragging her lips softly, down, down, marvelling at the sight of his hard, defined stomach, lightly tracing her tongue over each curvature. She heard him groan lightly and felt him stir, his cock was already hard from her touch and she wanted him, wanted him badly. This would probably be the last time.
"Good morning sweetheart. That's the nicest way to wake up," he said softly, his voice gruff with sleep. "What are you after?"
"You," she said shyly. "I just want to stroke you, all over."
"You're a sexy little thing aren't you? Fine by me sugar, be my guest, I'm all yours," he said while stretching and yawning luxuriously like a tame lion.
Stroking his long muscular legs and kissing the tops of his feet, worshipping every inch of his beautiful body, she was about to take his cock in her mouth when his phone buzzed. He ignored it and moaned softly as she played her tongue over the head of his cock, cupping his balls and feeling them tighten as she took his cock deep into her throat. She had intended to lead this up into another mind blowing fuck but he seemed to be enjoying it and she wanted to please him so much that she concentrated all her efforts in making him come. She had never swallowed before, had never wanted to, but he was different, she wanted him and as he came, she took all he gave her, feeling so turned on by the act.
"Wow, that was unexpected. You are learning all sorts of dirty little tricks, aren't you? I like it," he said stroking her hair and motioning for her to move up beside him.
The phone buzzed again and this time he looked at it. Frowning at the text message he had received, he got up taking it with him into the bathroom. Autumn looked puzzled when she heard him on the phone to someone. He sounded pissed off.
"I don't give a fuck...Jesus pictures get tweeted all the time...I know we are meant to look available but...well obviously no comment... OK, OK thanks for the warning man...they want to see me huh?...Whatever...I'll sort it out... I'll see you in a couple of hours," and he shut off the phone.
When he returned to the room, he didn't look at her. Sensing the atmosphere had changed Autumn wasn't sure what to say. Then he spoke, his voice distracted, "I need to hit the gym before I head off to the arena, we'll check out when I get back. Go have a shower." And with that he changed into his workout gear, (fan me down) picked up a towel and left. So that's that then, thought Autumn miserably, looking at the door he had just close behind him, hugging her knees on the bed trying to stifle the tears that pricked at her eyes.
Dean was indeed pissed off and he took out his anger on the gym, pushing himself hard. Whoever he was fighting tonight was going to get it too. The call was from Roman, turns out someone must have recognised him and tweeted a photo of him and Autumn kissing outside her office. It almost broke Twitter apparently! Not that he knew, he didn't use social media. His fan girls of which there were legions were in two distinct camps, the ones who want him to be happy whatever he does (that's my camp in case you were interested) and the ones who get mad if he dares to be seen with anyone and hate on the lucky/unlucky girl. The company's view was that their stars need to be seen to be available, it helps with popularity, merchandise and ticket sales apparently, relationships needed to be discreet unless it was part of a storyline. So you can see why he was in trouble and why, being Dean Ambrose, he didn't give a fuck because no one tells him what to do. He was ready for any battle ahead whether it was a physical one in the ring or a row with any boss that dared to tell him what to do with his life.
He was gone for over an hour. By the time he walked back in the room, she was composed, washed, dressed and ready to leave. He gathered his things and changed, having already showered in the hotel gym.
"You ready?" he said.
She just nodded.
"You need to go home," he said. "I'll give you some money for a taxi."
Rub it in why don't you she thought crossly. This is it then she thought. "No, it's fine, I don't need your money," she protested, the tears pricking her eyes again.
"No, really," he insisted. "Go home, but pack some clothes and meet me at Wembley tonight. I'll leave three ringside tickets for you and your two housemates. But tell them they'll need to make their own way home... because after the show you are coming on tour with me."