As long as there are people there will be addictions. Addictions to food, drugs, liquor, gambling, work, sports, even to arts, dreams and religions. Paul Levesque had an addiction and his was an addiction to a dream. His dream was fucking Stephanie McMahon. In truth he had been thinking of nothing else for weeks. The desire to do so consumed his every thought and action, both voluntary and involuntary.
He looked at her now as she accepted his invite to sit on the stool next to his in the bar in the hotel and he was totally lost on her. He literally ached to explore every inch of her. Actually that was just him lying to himself. One day he would explore every inch of her but what he ached to do right now was fuck her as hard as could, it was that simple. He wanted to hammer her and hammer her hard. His balls began aching again as he thought about it, so much so that he thought they might burst and even worse was the fact that he couldn't do it because she was his employee and she had no interest in him. It was by far the most frustrating situation he had ever been in throughout his entire life. There was also the fact that he was married to Trish but he did not really consider that right now.
Stephanie McMahon had become an addiction, an obsession and a prize that he could not claim. Also she was talking to him and he wasn't listening. He was staring at her as she sat side on to him drinking from her glass. What was that drink that she had? Obviously something with coke. A lot more interesting was the light blue top that she wore, it provided a nice view of her large breasts from where Paul was sitting. Another two things that he would have to explore in detail. The sight of her and the smell of her were becoming more powerful than a drug to him, way more intoxicating. He could still smell her perfume quite clearly. His chest was hurting now. Was this girl actually going to give him a heart attack just by sitting next to him? Everything about her was perfection. Her beautiful eyes, her stunning smile, her gorgeous long brown hair, not to mention that ass or those incredible long slender legs. She was a goddess among mortals.
Stephanie turned to look at her boss as she wondered why he had not answered her question and it was at that moment that her heart stopped. Stephanie had not had many sexual experiences in her life, certainly less than she would have liked ant twenty two years of age but even so there was no mistaking what she saw in the brown eyes of the man she desired, her boss, the man she owed her career to, the husband of her idol. This was what it had all been about, Paul's eyes were filled with lust. Her heart raced as she realised that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It was all there in his eyes. This was why she had been pushed so hard and so quickly. This was why she had been given this storyline. In a way it hurt as she had naively thought that it was all due to her abilities but right now she did not care about that in the least. She looked into the brown eyes filled with lust and tried to convey the same message with her own as she looked back into them and delicately bit her bottom lip. If only we would make a move.
She found everything about him so incredibly hot. His long blonde hair, his enormously muscular, powerful body and especially the commanding way he carried himself. Also the expensive clothes the wore like this light grey shirt that he had on right now. Even with the top two buttons undone as he was relaxing for the evening her looked so smart and it went with the authoritative way he spoke to people. He clearly loved to be in charge and Stephanie was fine with that, he could be in charge of her all night long. If only he would make the first move. She raised the straw of her drink to her mouth and waited.
At the moment that Stephanie bit her lip Paul expected to have a heart attack any second with the rush that he felt. What the fuck was that? The way Stephanie had just looked at him, the way she had bitten her lip and now the way she was making sure she maintained eye contact with him as she drank her drink through the straw, even the way she drank through the straw seemed to be suggestive. Could it be? Was she trying to tell him that she wanted him? He could so easily be imagining it such was his obsession with her. If he was imagining it why hadn't she questioned the fact that he had spent this long staring at her without speaking? Instead she was just looking back at him. Waiting. Studying. Wanting. Lusting. He could see it now. He had never felt so alive as he did at that moment. Every one of his senses was operating at it's fullest potential.
Silently pleading for him to do or say something Stephanie set her almost finished drink on the bar without breaking eye contact with the man she desired. Inside she was screaming for him to make a move, to kiss her but she could not be the first one to put herself out there. What if she was reading him so terribly wrong somehow? She could not really see how that was possible at this point but if this was going to happen he would be the one to instigate it.
Paul realised as he continued to gaze into those beautiful green eyes that Stephanie was not going to say or do anything to take this further. If he wanted it he was going to have to put himself out there and take it. He had no problem with that. He had waited so long, looked at her so many times, fantasized about her, even thought about her while he was making love to his wife. Now all he had to do was speak. He was certainly not usually a nervous person, far from it but it felt as though his heart was hammering against his ribs as he said, "Stephanie..."
Stephanie felt herself almost quiver at the way he spoke her name. She simply could not hold herself back any longer and she asked quietly, seductively, while still maintaining eye contact the whole time, "You want to fuck me don't you Paul?"
Paul assured her without hesitation, "I've wanted to fuck you for months."
Stephanie stood and held out a hand. She would lead him back to her room and he could fuck her all he wanted.
As they hurried hand in hand from the bar they were too wrapped up in thoughts of each other and what was about to happen to offer consideration to where they were and who might see them. Two pairs of eyes were watching from across the room. Naomi said with a thin smile, "I told you Cam, that bitch is fucking her way to the top. How about that?"
Cameron replied with a much larger smile, "Someone really should do something about that. I've got an idea."
Noami's eyes widened a little, "You're going to tell Trish?"
The grin on Cameron's face turned more devilish, "Yeah, and I'm making a complaint about him to Molinaro."
Naomi muttered under her breath, "Oh shit." It was unclear which one of the two she thought would be worse for Paul.
The elevator finally arrived in the lobby after what seemed to Paul like a wait of twenty years or more. He finally, unbelievably had the chance to fuck Stephanie McMahon and there he had been stuck in the lobby waiting for some piece of crap elevator. It did not matter any more, he was in the elevator now. He looked at Stephanie as she followed him inside and after seeing her nervous smile as the doors closed he could not keep himself off her any longer. Before she knew what was happening Stephanie was taken by surprise and almost slammed up against the elevator doors and Paul was kissing her. His kissing was vigorous, almost furious in it's passion and intensity. It was like nothing she had experienced before and it took her breath away as she tried to at least attempt to return it, clasping her hands around the back of his neck as she did so.
If this was what the elevator ride was like what would happen when they got to the room? She felt herself getting turned on quickly at the prospect and she felt the urge to be filled up by Paul starting to overwhelm and consume her. To judge by what she felt pressing into the bottom of her stomach the level of arousal was mutual to say the very least. Paul's gruff voice assured her between frantic kisses, "You feel that huh? You're having all of that, as hard as I can fucking give it to you."
Paul planted his mouth over her own again so Stephanie was only able to moan back into his in pleasure at the image he had put into her mind as the elevator continued to rise as their tongues furiously did battle. The elevator was not the only thing continuing to rise and the elevator was not the one that Stephanie was interested in. She was not a stupid woman and she was under no illusions. This was not going to be a romantic encounter, she was going to be fucked hard by Paul Levesque and then he was going to leave her room and go back to his wife. That was enough for Stephanie. It would have to be... for now.