"Um, people have been suggesting that I should break up with Alicia and I just wanted to ask what you think. "He fiddled with the ring aimlessly.
Punk looked up at Cena on the couch and chuckled. "You mean you want her permission, right? You get off on this, don't you? This whole submission thing is your secret fetish. Who would have thought the golden boy would be sooo kinky. Oh, that's right. Me."
The champion looked down at Punk and shook her head. Punk hushed. She looked up at Cena. "I know you better than she does, better than Nicki ever did. I took one look at you and defeated you. The only way you will be happy is if you are with me." She tugged the ring gently. "For now, that's impossible. I say you don't dump her, because you are here with me now, and she hasn't made it an issue. Our in ring chemistry has been unbelievable. If you are with me, it will change. I have three boyfriends already. I can't handle four." She lifted the ring gently and Cena stood. She stood face to face with his chest. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. "But if I could…" she tugged at the ring, running her tongue up and down his chest and her fingertips across his abs. Cena tossed his head back and groaned, in perfect bliss at her gentle touches. Punk sat on the floor pretending to eat invisible popcorn and wriggling his eyebrows. His expression snapped her out of it. She pulled away, and Cena looked down at her in confusion, lust shining from his blue eyes. "But I can't. You should go."
"Bye, kinky feels!" punk chirped. The champion looked at him sternly. "Sorry."
Cena left reluctantly. Punk stood. "Whose chest do I have to lick to get some dinner around here?" the champion shook her head. "No? well when will you lick my chest like that?"
"As soon as you go put your piercings back in."
Punk jogged to the bathroom.
Cena headed back to his hotel clutching the ring with his right hand. Alicia asked him why he had been gripping it so firmly when he entered, and he made up something about actually liking the vest, when really he had been thinking of the Champion.
Cena decided not to break up with Alicia, choosing instead to bounce between Alicia and Darren. After a few weeks, Rollins walked into the living area of the hotel room, with a strange expression. Ambrose and Reigns sat on the sofa cuddling with the diva's champion, groaning and sighing contently as she rubbed their growing erections gently through their pants. After a few moments, things became more heated, and they began to shed clothing. They were all stripped to underwear when Rollins yelled, "Enough!"
Ambrose looked over at Rollins with confusion. What was he yelling about? "I thought you were ok with this." He said panting as the Diva's champion kept right on fondling.
Rollins stood in front of them, glaring. "We need to talk."
Reigns sighed, pulling down his boxers to let his throbbing erection slap his abs. "Later. " He growled.
Rollins insisted they talk despite Reign's death glare. 'I can't think with this. Later."
Rollins huffed and sat down, watching them as the champion stroked Ambrose and kissed Reigns gently. Ambrose had interwoven their fingers and was stroking himself firmly. They all shifted slightly, and Ambrose helped her out of her underwear. He removes his own as well, stretching the champion's tight walls with two fingers, watching as she groaned and quivered.
With almost no warning, Reigns slid down and replaced Ambrose's fingers with his stiff cock. The champion gasped and groaned, rolling her hips. Ambrose sat her up slightly, so she was facing Reigns, and had her back to Am brose. He scooped some of the leaking moisture from her moist folds as Reigns pulled out entirely, only to push back in. Ambrose waited until she was ready, pushing slowly into her ass as reigns thrusted firmly. The two alternated thrusts, groaning and gasping until she was sandwiched between the two men, pounding her rapidly. Ambrose massaged her outer folds as he thrusted, stretching her wide open for Reigns as she rolled her hips. Reigns made the mistake of looking down at his thick shaft sliding in and out, and as a stream of her moisture fell as he thrusted, he groaned, reaching down and adding a finger to her already stretched channel. Ambrose did the same until she was stretched fully, groaning between them. Ambrose added saliva to help the friction, then at the same time, Reigns pulled her folds apart and thrusted deeply, watching her flex and release around him. Ambrose wrapped one arm around her waist, groaning as her ass clenched and she squirted juices all over reign's torso.
Ambrose wasn't finished, and pushed her hips down, impaling her onto Reigns as she clenched rapidly. He groaned and shot his load deep into her, sighing as she clenched firmly around him. Ambrose laid her down against Reign's chest, pulling out entirely. He used three fingers to pull her open; the air rushing into her gave a cool sensation. He looked down and slipped in and out, inserting his fingers as far as they would go along with his massive cock, groaning as he spilled his load into her as well. She was a sticky mess by the time they were through, and as she inevitably stood to walk away, holding herself to prevent leaking, Ambrose grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up to his face and sucking Reigns warm climax from her relaxed channel. His own climax remained in her ass, running out and down her leg as she walked towards the bathroom. Ambrose kissed Reigns sweetly, the slight taste of his own climax made reigns shudder with lust.
As Ambrose and Reigns cleaned quickly and returned, the champion had already cleaned the couch. So they all went to the bedroom and sat there.
"I know I said I was OK with this, but I am right here, and yet you decide to have her. I could understand, once for the show, so you can be method actors. This is ridiculous. Either you choose to say with me, and be happy, and find another beard, or, you pick her, and we are through.
Reigns and Ambrose looked at each other and sighed. They had always chosen Rollins in the past, so they looked toward the champion, and sighed. They decided to end things with her. She had Cena and Punk after all.
The shield moved to a separate room, where they made Rollins pay for giving them an ultimatum.