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"Are you staying at the Hilton?" she breathed.

"Yes."

Punk couldn't believe what had just happened, one minute he was getting her angry, the next they were flirting and now he was getting in an elevator with Phoebe, the sexual tension in the atmosphere was so thick he was sure he wouldn't have been able to cut it with a knife. Having just been stuck in one of those darn things a couple hours prior, neither of them could take their eyes off each other.

Punk had to resist the urge to just fuck her senseless in an elevator, but he knew he needed to make this right. Whatever was going to happen, whatever she wanted, he would give it to her, he would do anything. If she wanted to just fall asleep in his arms he would gladly wrap his arms around her and hold Phoebe tight. He wanted to give her the world.

Punk was saying on the twelfth floor, the elevator ride felt like forever and once again Phoebe felt claustrophobic, this was happening, this was real. Eventually the two had reached the twelfth floor and Punk led the way to his room, Phoebe noticed his usual confident, swagger was replaced by sheer fear and caution. Punk cast her one last look, she gulped at the intensity of his stare, heart rate increasing, breathing heavily.

She bit her lip and attempted to smile, reassuring him that she wanted this as much as he did. He opened the door to his suite, Phoebe took a couple of steps inside until she heard the door softly click shut. This was it. She was still inches away from the door, she could turn back around if she wanted to, but she didn't.

"I have wanted this for so long." Phoebe sighed at Punk's words, caressing his toned arms gently with her hands. A moan escaped from him before he edged his body even closer to her, her back pressed up against the door.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Honestly?" No response indicated her answer and Punk continued. "Because I didn't think you would want me."

Phoebe was too shocked for words, he thought that she didn't want him? He seemed seriously worried and exposed, he was self-conscious, why shouldn't he be? Phoebe had doubted that Punk had been anyone since Amy and he was just as scared as she was, without hesitation her lips hungrily captured his, she smiled when he didn't resist any hesitation and started kissing her back.

Punk loved the taste of her already, having had pasta earlier he didn't care, he had never tasted anything so good. He couldn't stop kissing her and he adored the way she was so eager. Their tongues danced wildly together and he moved both hands to her ass, cupping it roughly before picking her up, her legs trying to wrap themselves around his waist.

The feel of his arousal pushed hard on her thigh, sending her mind reeling as he kissed down the nape of her neck. With ease, Punk pushed her up higher and walked around to the side of the bed. Gently, he placed her down, pulling himself up on top of her. Phoebe roughly shrugged off his blazer and took to his belt, working it quickly and soon Punk was stepping out of his jeans. There he was, CM Punk in all his fine form.

Her mouth had gone dry and face was too hot, she was hot all over. Seeing him semi naked everyday always somehow gotten her feverish but seeing him now she truly appreciated the way his body was decorated, he eagerness to keep in shape but not too in shape. She especially appreciated the way his boxers would hang around his waist, the v lines so prominent she could just run her tongue across it. She made a mental note to do that later.

When she looked back at him, the sudden realisation that this was wrong dawned on her, she was afraid and she couldn't comprehend why? Was she afraid that he'd hurt her like before? If Nick found out, if April found out? This wasn't her, what was she doing? Punk sensed her fear when she shied away however he responded by his lips, she watched them move all over her, taking in the body he'd been yearning for.

His lips attacked her before he started stripping away her dress, the dress that had given him a semi the moment he laid eyes on her that evening, he was tempted to just rip it off however he wanted to do this right. The dress peeled off effortlessly, he then took a moment to admire her in the red lace underwear she had opted for. Phoebe laughed when she noticed how uncomfortable his arousal looked restricted underneath is boxers.

In one quick motion he unsnapped her bra flinging it across the other side of the room. His eyes darted across her two perfect breasts before pulling the red lace thong down gently with his teeth, tossing it aside. She was squirming uncontrollably, she needed his hands everywhere, she wanted this to be fast, rough, sexy and sweaty. He placed his palms on either one growling when her nipples hardened instantly, flicking it he smirked when she had grown impatient.

She couldn't contain her throaty groan when his mouth found her breast, the cold lip ring had caused goosebumps to rise all over her skin, she whined and groaned with her eyes screwed shut however Punk's olive green ones never left hers, he was in a trance, she was perfect. He continued to trail kisses down her midsection, his eyes trailing the tattoo he so admired and moved his head between her legs, kissing up her thigh passionately. The heat from his breath hot on Phoebe's skin drove her crazy. Phoebe pushed her hands down on top of Punk's head signalling for him to play with her clit.

He did as directed and quickly, his smooth tongue was trailing along the line of her sensitive spot, sending a shiver down her spine. Phoebe moaned in pleasure as he licked and sucked around her clit, making her more and more wet for him. She muffled a whine with her hand as Punk moved two of his fingers into her with ease. As he pumped them in and out of her, his mouth still glued to her clit, sending her completely insane. He noticed that her eyes were still screwed shut, he knew 100% she was enjoying this, he would never get bored of looked at her, admiring her beauty, loving the way she got hot over the littlest touch.

"Look at me." He breathed against her most intimate part.

She obliged and swallowed when she saw the intensity, she saw the movement of his tongue, his ring glinting his beard lightly scratching her legs, she bit her lip, gasped when he sucked however she kept her eyes glued on Punk.

"Mhmh Phil, you're so good. Please don't stop," she moaned, her hands tugging at his hair as she wriggled in pleasure. Punk smiled, gazing up at her when she called him Phil, it was incredibly rare but it was like music to his ears.

His lips darted around her clit, his fingers still moving inside of her ferociously driving her over the edge. Initially she was embarrassed with her feeling so exposed and naked in front of his compared to his perfect physique. This had become so intense Phoebe didn't think she could hold it in any longer, he knew what he was doing, no one could be this good without experience. He watched her every move, every time she trashed her head from side to side, grabbed the bed sheet covers, every facial expression she made while he was pleasing her.

Seconds later her back arched up, her cries muffled by her hands as she came apart around his fingers, her orgasm tearing through her with force; Punk smiled as he moved back up the bed and on top of her. She kissed him hungrily with want, tasting herself she only moaned even louder, his fingers remained inside of her still pulsating from her last orgasm. Letting go Phoebe grinned up at him, she was still breathless from her orgasm but they were just getting started and he wasn't going to stop her.

Punk's hands moved to her back, his hands ran up and down it tickling it, she giggled against his lips, pushing him on to his back with all of her might. She threw her legs over him and she straddled his lap, his cock hard against her thigh. She normally didn't go down on guys however she slowly moved down his body, leaving kisses all over his tight, toned chest. His tattoos really turned her on, the ink that showed who he was on the inside, there was something so special about each one she couldn't help but trace them all.

She ran her tongue down the shape of his hip lines as she did. With her fingers, she hooked under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them all the way down, slow and painful.

As she moved her head back up his body, she ran her tongue along his thighs, stopping just before she reached his throbbing cock. He shivered in anticipation, craving her wet lips around him. His breath hitched as she took him in her mouth, running her tongue up his length and letting out a low moan as she did. Punk, being a guy who hadn't had sex in over a year, he knew it wouldn't take much more, and as he wanted this night to last for longer than five seconds, he moved his hands under her arms and pulled her back on top of him.

Their breaths were shallow, her face had a smile wider than he had ever seen before, he smiled back. It was the first time in a long time he felt his heart soar, he couldn't quite believe it, he didn't love her yet, did he? When Phoebe realised Punk wasn't doing anything she recoiled, it was long enough for her to realise what she was doing was wrong, she covered her breasts with her arms folding them across her chest. She wasn't blind and she could see his throbbing manhood right in front of her. Punk followed Phoebe's eye line, he knew what she was looking at and something inside him had clicked.

"It's been a while." Phoebe mumbled embarrassed.

"Same here."

"Please don't hurt me Phil." she whimpered, he knew that she didn't just mean physically.

"I promise."

He reached for the wallets they had stole earlier that evening grabbing one of the condoms, Phoebe could not hold back her laughter until Punk's eyes glazed over her.

"Put it on for me."

She gulped and obliged silently, rolling it down he grinned when she felt him twitch in his palm. He trailed his tongue down the ticklish part of her neck. She suddenly feel the hotness within her snap and started grinding herself into him before adjusting herself properly and taking his whole length inside of her. Slowly, she begin to move her hips back and forth on him, her nails digging deep into his pecks as she tried to control herself. Punk's hands sat at either side of her ass, moving his body upwards to meet her in unison. He was surprised by how forward she was but assumed it was her wanting this as much as he did.

Phoebe's moans grew louder as Punk lifted himself upwards, sitting up so Phoebe was grinding into his lap. His lips sucked and bit at her nipples as she scratched his back in pleasure. Sensing that they were both close she began to circle her hips onto his cock, creating and entirely different sensation but one she knew gave them both the best orgasms. Punk pushed his face to her neck, biting down on her shoulder as he moved closer to the edge. They never stopped staring at each other, the longest they stared the sexier it was. Just looking at him got her wetter and he was exactly the same. Her bright blue eyes, the way she bit down when his cock hurt her just that little bit, her hair soft, smooth a sleek even during love making.

"You're so tight, god!"

Phoebe felt her entire body set alight as she jerked her hips onto Punk the pleasure in the pit of her stomach sending her reeling. Her back arched and she threw her back as she came, her cries muffled by her hands. With a few more thrusts, Punk buried his face deep into her neck as he shuddered fiercely, his orgasm rushing through him.

The pair sat there for a moment, Phoebe's body wrapped around Punk, their heads rested on each other's shoulders as they attempted to regain their breath, he fell back onto the bed, pulling Phoebe with him as he did. Her orgasm had carried on for minutes and watching him cum inside of her was the hottest things she had ever witnessed, it was something she would never forget and the second it ended she thought about how good it would feel to have him inside of her again. She had become addicted to him, and he had become addicted to her. Even as she lay there, her heart rate steadying back to normal Punk couldn't take his eyes off of her, he couldn't stop thinking about her either.