Punk found himself faced with a dilemma. It was one that made him happy the Diva's champion had two boyfriends in the past. He had never topped. Not once in his life. It seemed that was what Cena wanted to see, however, and Punk had never been one to disappoint. He found a solution. He suddenly kissed Cena forcefully. "Why don't you make me?"
Punk had unknowingly touched on one of Cena's fantasies. One that made his weeping erection twitch slightly. He gripped both of Punk's arms and hooked Punk's elbows, lining Punk's hips up with the champion's entrance. He used the other free hand to push at Punk's hips rapidly, making him push into the champion firmly. He pushed punk's hipps firmly and rapidly, and soon he had worked up a mackine gun pace as his own erection began to weep. Punk groaned in ecstasy, because this was a situation he was more than comfortable with. It was as if Cena was pounding the champion with Punk as his instrument.
In a few moments, Cena released Punk's arms so he could balance himself, still pumping cena's hips for him, and using the freed hand to prep his wife's ass. Cena let out a few strangled growls as he prepped her, and soon he was buried in her deeply, groaning as he continued to pump Punk in and out.
The rapid pace that both of them took eventuall y made the champion climax with a scream. After a few moments, Punk and Cena were close behind, releasing with a series of harmonic moans. The three were interrupted from their reverie by an insistent knock at the door. They all dressed hurriedly, as Cena scrambled for the door.
Orton stood at the door with a sneer, waiting for the champion to answer. He figured now would be a good chance for him to discuss his ideas with her. He walked in with an air of confidence, smirking as he sat on the couch. Punk sat on the floor beside the feet of the Diva's champion, while Cena stood behind her.
Orton smirked and launched into the reason for his visit. "Corporate wants to make a bigger issue of this than I thought. They know the European championship is kind of your seal of approval, and they want me to feud with Cena for the title. They are not going to mention that you two are married, so they of course want a kiss. I however, will do whatever I want, and that will be to kiss you on the hand. I just stopped by to clear that with you." Orton didn't look at Punk or Cena once.
The champion looked at Orton as she mulled it over. 'I am fine with you kissing me on the hand. I have always thought the way this company suggests that people are together is just way too blasé and boring. Let's mix it up. Was there anything else?"
"I want you to do a sort of a heel turn, where after I win the belt from Cena, you push him in the face," he demonstrated with the thin air. "And you put the belt on me, and then pull me by the ring in the center to the backstage area, leaving Cena in the ring."
"I don't have to beat him up, do I?"
"No, I'll take care of that."
"Fine then. If that is what Corporate wants for us."
Orton stood. "Okay then, I should be going. I have a lot of planning to do, and I still haven't hit the gym yet." He headed for the door with an amicable smirk, then in an instant, spun around and grabbed the diva's champion in such a way that she fell back into his waiting arms. "When I kiss you, do you mind if it is like this, or would you prefer to be standing when I sweep you off your feet?" he murmured into her ear.
She stood back up. "That is fine, but it seems a little over the top. Not quite so fast, if we are going to do that."
Orton nodded wordlessly, then left the room.