Ch35

Honor

I hate being babied. I hate being watched. Randy is doing all that applies. I can't do anything by myself and he's not the type of guy that babies very well. He's had every second of everyday filled out with some type of activity whether it be hiking, training, visiting theme parks, etc. Every once and a while I'd like to be alone, if only to think freely and criticize myself. Even he should understand that. Alas he won't let me out of his sight and he won't wipe that stupid concerned expression off of his face.

I'm not due to go back again until next Thursdayand I'll probably already be an afterthought. In the world of professional wrestling the phrase out of sight out of mind describes the business seamlessly. The focus is on the here and now and if you are shelved missing time nobody cares unless you are a huge draw factor a.k.a. the star of a company or a representative. Of course it doesn't stop me from getting angry and it doesn't stop me from forming anxieties about coming back but it does give me clay to mold into whatever I want.

I've been training in the facility down in Florida with some of the other guys and gals who hope to grasp and retain a spot on the roster. In the game of politics I'll be lucky if I can keep my spot after I return.

"Want to take a break love? You've been working hard all day." Randy jumps down off of the apron then goes to guzzle the bottle of water he bought some time ago.

Breathing heavy and rubbing my tailbone I huff, "No."

"Come on you've got to take a break." He grabs my wrist and hauls me up off of the ground off of Crystal, one of the women who's been sparring with me. The woman drags herself up off of the canvas, sending Randy a merciful nod of gratitude. The timbre of his voice shifts octaves and he uses his gaze to try to scare me, "Let's go."

"No." I say dropping down and rolling out of the ring, I rush back to the locker rooms of the facility and grab my phone and sweatshirt out of the lockers. I plan on hitting the gym next and it's just my luck that I don't have to go far to find one. The performance center has two of 'em.

As soon as I reassure myself of the directions and I walk out Randy picks me up and carries me back into the empty women's room. "Honor chill the hell out!"

"I'm very chill. Leave me alone." I slap his hands off me and jump down out of his hold. He's gritting his teeth, I'm annoying him. My eyes flicker around the room. First to the heavy frosted deco glass door then to the marble countertops, until I finally resign to stop resisting his command. "Would you be so kind to let me leave?"

"No, since you have all of this extra energy to burn we'll solve that problem now." Randy crudely lifts me while smirking. I laugh wickedly, getting exactly what he's hinting at.

"What do you…" He cuts me off with a hard kiss. This isn't time or place for any type of sex but damnit I want him. For a while Randy has been shaved and clean faced but I love the scruffy look on him, the hints of grey in his beard are a big turn on for me. Once he releases my mouth and strips off my t-shirt up I push at his chest while combating the lovely sensations rippling through my system down to my fingertips.

"Relax and let me do all the work." Of course I didn't stop trying to push him away, this time teasing him as I reach between us and push the compression pants down my legs.

"I'm going to have a hard time with that…" I say instantly forgetting about our surroundings. I shove him back first into the black tiled wall taking his shirt off. I kiss his chest as I feel his hands search their way down my back.

"I see." He chuckles as I sink to my knees pulling his shorts down. Randy's eyes never leave my face as I indulge myself freeing him from the confines of his shorts. Neither of us have even showered and we're both still sweaty and disgusting, once again I don't care. I run my tongue along the sides and the tip of his length tracing the head tasting his salty flavor. Slowly I suck along his tip as his hands tangle in my hair.

"Fuck, your mouth always gets you in and out of trouble." I take my time and work him over getting delightfully pornographic. I not only bring him to the edge but I also turn myself on way more than I should have.

My fingers slide in and out of my slit as I swirl my tongue around his head, loud moans resonate in my throat as I take more of him deeper in my throat. "Get up." He commands me pulling me up while leaning down to kiss my mouth.

He's about to reciprocate the favor when I stop him and growl, "No fuck me. Hard. Now!"

"Since you asked…" He smirks the corner of his lips pulling up at the sides. Randy pulls my arms behind my back as he slowly enters me. When I feel him inside warmth floods my whole body adding to the cool marble pressing against my stomach; his strokes start off slow but eventually build in strength causing me to cry out.

While I'm facing the mirror a petite Spanish girl walks in then immediately scurries to her locker for her stuff. Her face blushes cherry red and I couldn't give a damn. I don't think Randy even paid her any attention he just kept his concentration on getting off.

When we both hit the big 'o' it is one after the other and I swear it would go on forever. I ask no one as we both quickly dress again, "How crazy is this?"

"Still feel like being put in holds?" He asks smirking at me and his blue eyes shining under the florescent lighting.

I twist my mouth to the side, "No. I need to go shower!"

The Spanish girl hurries past us quickly, keeping her eyes glued to the floor. "And we need to get out of here before we scar any more people." Randy slaps my butt then tows me in the direction of the door. All I can do is giggle. It hurts to do this so Orton has a point…