Into The Deep End Chapter 24, a wrestling fanfic

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The show went brilliantly. The crowd was enthralled by all the action and so was Sasha, who watched proudly at ringside as her man bossed his way around the squared circle like he always did. She would have enjoyed it more if the group of girls sitting behind her weren't there. Obviously recognizing her as Joe's girlfriend, they spent the whole time gossiping loudly about her instead of focusing on what they had paid their money for. Sasha had been sorely tempted to say something but she couldn't waste her time fighting with girls who looked like they were the same age as Mia. The sour mood was compensated for when she got to hang around in the Shield's locker room while they got changed. Big, shirtless, muscular men walking around? She couldn't really complain. All in all it was a good night, and she was ready to head back to the hotel with her boyfriend.

The couple, accompanied by Cesaro, walked across the parking garage towards their cars. A few fans had been waiting outside since the end of the show in hopes of getting an autograph or picture or hopefully both. Joe was always happy to oblige even when he was tired. He knew how much it meant to the fans to get some form of attention from their idols. After all, he had started out as a fan himself.

"Roman! Cesaro! Can we get a picture?"

Surrounded by a small group of fans, Sasha quietly stepped back for Joe and Cesaro. She watched Joe sign autographs and pose for photographs and smiled at the way he blushed when the fans told him how awesome he was. After the fans finally dispersed, Cesaro and Sasha talked as they made their way to their cars. They expected Joe to be following behind but he had been cornered by two young women. Beautiful girls, thin and tanned and toned and leggy, dressed in tight jeans and very low-cut Shield tank tops. They flanked either side of Joe, standing inappropriately close as they gazed appreciatively at him. He was being nice, probably giving them innocent compliments like he always did with lady fans. The girls however, gave off much more sinister vibes. They giggled, batted their eyelashes, flipped their long hair back and stuck out their ample chests, unabashedly flirting with him.

"Like wow, I can't believe I'm actually talking to Roman Reigns," the brunette giggled.

"I know right?" Her blonde friend bit her bottom lip. "You're so hot. Way hotter in person than on TV, if that's even possible."

Joe flashed his dazzling smile. Of course he knew what they were doing. He was used to it. Admittedly it was flattering, an ego boost at times, and back in the day when he was single and in no mood for a relationship, there were times he had even indulged. But these days there was only one person he wanted in his bed. "Thank you, ladies. I appreciate it. Did you enjoy the show tonight?"

"Oh yeah," they nodded enthusiastically. "You were awesome. But then again, you always are."

"No, you're awesome for coming all this way to see us." He glanced over to his car and saw Sasha and Cesaro waiting for him. "Listen dolls, we have to get going but it was nice meeting you. We truly appreciate your support." He was turning away when the blonde girl grabbed his wrist. She smiled seductively at him and slipped a small folded piece of paper into his hand. Joe didn't have to look to know it was a phone number.

"You know, there are...other ways we show our support," she purred, motioning between her and her friend. "We could show you what we mean later tonight, if you want."

Joe cleared his throat. "Um, have a good night, ladies. Drive home safe, alright?"

The girls weren't giving up easily, however. "You can give us a call later, we're from around here," the brunette pressed. "We could hang out in your hotel room, do whatever you want, do whoever you want. Or even better, you can do both of us. It'll be the best night of your life."

He handed the piece of paper back to the blonde. "I'm sorry but I can't take you up on the offer."

"Come on! You know you want to," she pouted.

"Actually, I don't. But thank you for hanging around to talk to us."

"It's because of her, right?" The blonde pointed an accusing finger at Sasha. "We've seen her pictures on the internet. Is she seriously your girlfriend? She's so...blech," she sneered, joined by her friend.

And just like that, any modicum of courtesy Joe had left for them evaporated. "And that's where I draw the line. Say what you want about me but I don't appreciate anyone disrespecting my family or friends. We're done here. Have a good night."

Turning his back on them, he returned to Sasha, his heart sinking at the look on her face. The girls' voices had been loud enough for her to hear every word. Joe wanted to say something but she had already slipped into the passenger's side. The Samoan met Cesaro's sympathetic gaze, the Swiss man also having heard everything. Sighing, Joe disappeared into the car and started the engine before driving out of the garage.

"You okay?" he finally asked Sasha after several minutes of silence, glancing her way. He knew deep down that she wasn't, but he had to ask.

"Yeah." She didn't look at him, her arms crossed tightly as she gazed out the window.

"Sash..."

"It's funny how shameless girls can be, ya know?" Her voice was quiet. Too quiet. "Throwing themselves at you like that. They saw me standing there. They knew who I was and it ain't stop them from shoving their tits in your face."

"I know, baby, and I'm sorry you had to witness that. I handled it the best way I could."

"It's not your fault," she said. "You're beautiful and you're always going to get attention and there's nothing I can do about it. But it don't give them no right to insult me. They don't even know me. Like those little tenth-grade bitches sitting behind me tonight, running their mouths? I almost reached over and knocked them silly. They think because they're all pretty and perky, they can just waltz around and say whatever the hell they want and take whatever they want." Realizing she was getting angrier, she stopped. This was why she'd been so hesitant to come out with him. She couldn't imagine having to go through this every day.

"Please don't get worked up about it," Joe implored, placing his hand on her knee. He knew this couldn't be helping with her insecurities any. "You know you're the only one I want. I've said it many times and I mean it every time."

She sighed, looking back out the window. "I know. I'm just pissed off."

The conversation halted when they pulled up at the hotel. The trip to their room was quiet and tense. Opening the door, Joe let Sasha in first before dragging his luggage inside. Jon was off with some girl and wouldn't be back until morning so they had the room to themselves. Setting the luggage to one side, Joe turned to his girlfriend and his heart sank at the despondent look on her face. "Baby girl. You alright?"

Sighing heavily, Sasha raked a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry. I hate that I feel this way. I'm not some raging jealous bitch, I swear," she promised. She tried to laugh but only a hiccupping sound came out. "God I'm a fuckin' mess. Sorry."

"No need to apologize, babe. Come here." Joe pulled her smaller frame against him, caressing her hair as her head rested on his chest. For a long moment they stood in the middle of the room, holding each other. Lifting her face to his, his grey eyes fixed upon her brown. "What can I do to make you feel better?" he inquired, tucking her hair behind her ear, "Tell me and I'll do it."

He was shocked when Sasha kissed him, her full lips pressed to his with such urgency that his head spun. Caught up in her desire, he kissed her back with equal intensity, his blood instantly heating up with every sweep of her lips over his. As her hands navigated underneath his shirt, he immediately knew what this was about. The girls' comments were still in her head and she wanted comfort and reassurance from him. And he would give it to her. He would give her anything she wanted.

He let her unbutton his jeans while backing him towards the bed. She pushed him down and giving him no room to breathe, she straddled him, ravaging his mouth. One by one their clothes peeled away, and without breaking the kiss, Joe changed their positions and laid Sasha on her back. He snatched her hand and held it to his throbbing length.

"Feel that? Feel what you do to me?" His voice was soft and intimate, matching the look in his eyes. "This is all you, Sasha. It's yours, no one else's."

"Mine," Sasha whispered confidently, sliding her small hand up and down his erect member.

"Yours," Joe repeated, the word dying in a curse when she gave his dick a little squeeze. They kissed hungrily, groping each other before Joe forced himself to stop so he could find a condom. Sasha watched him roll it on with hungry eyes and leaned back, her legs falling open for him.

"Someone wants it bad," he smirked, settling between her thighs and bringing them chest to chest, feeling her heartbeat hammering against his. His piercing, famished gaze flowed through Sasha's body like a surge of electricity. He pushed her breasts together and closed his mouth over each nipple, making Sasha groan. One hand pulled away to stroke himself, pushing slowly into her. She gasped in pleasure when he slid in deep, and her legs locked around his waist, her hands clutching his massive shoulders as he started with a slow, salacious grinding of his pelvis that dragged another moan from her lips. "Mmm, Joe, you feel so good inside me."

"I like the way you say my name, Sasha," he breathed, still rolling his hips, his muscular arms wrapped underneath her body as he showered her lips with pecks and nibbles. "Say it again."

"Joe," Sasha whispered into his mouth, so that he heard and felt it. He ran his tongue over her upper lip and she captured the wet muscle, sucking on it for a few moments before he pulled away to attack her breasts again. The pace changed as he thrust hard and deep, imprinting her with his raw primal strength. Hot fever scorched through Sasha and spilled out in words.

"Oh yes, yes!" she moaned, and it was all she could do not to scream down the hotel building. Joe hooked her leg around his tattooed arm, both gasping at the intensified sensations from the new angle. He fucked her harder, faster, hitting her G-spot over and over as she groaned and cussed and called out his name like a mantra. Every detail was etched in Joe's brain; from the tight clench of her fingers in his hair, the rhythmic creaking of the bed underneath them, the rapid thrumming of her pulse against his lips, every sound she uttered each time he buried his dick inside her, to her slick moist flesh consuming him...Joe was lost in it all, and he did not want to be found.

Sasha's head lolled backwards, allowing Joe to pillage her exposed neck with his lips and tongue. The coil inside her wound tighter and tighter until it came apart with a vengeance, the orgasm so powerful that her mouth fell open in a long, loud groan and her legs trembled in the air. Nothing else went through her mind in that moment – just pure, unadulterated bliss.

Triumph soared within Joe. When you had a woman shaking you definitely did her right. Softening his kisses, he slowed his hips again, riding out her orgasm with her, feeling her body go limp as she floated down from the incredible high.

"Uh-uh, I ain't done with you, sweetheart," the Samoan snarled, pulling out of her abruptly and flipping her onto her stomach. "Get on your hands and knees."

Despite her still-twitching frame, she found herself pushing up and arching her back. She felt his palms smooth over her ass from behind her. Wanton groans escaped them both as he eased his dick back into her tight channel. He started to move but stopped when Sasha began thrusting her hips back against him. "Yeah baby girl, I like that," Joe drawled, resting both hands on her plump ass cheeks. "Throw that pussy back, just like that. Fuck yourself on my dick."

Biting her lip, Sasha sped up her movements, pausing occasionally to grind on his erection because she knew he liked that. More heat bloomed within her loins at the satisfied groans that emanated from Joe as her pussy gripped him tight. She moaned when he pushed her down to the bed and he resumed his own thrusting, going so deep inside her she swore she felt him in her abdomen. He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged, his actions rewarded with her gasps of approval. She loved when he got dominant with her and never failed to let him know.

Joe guided her down to lie flat on her stomach, his body sprawled out on top of hers and keeping most of his weight off her by resting on his forearms. His tongue met the space between her shoulder blades, licking up the sheen of sweat that had collected there. Brushing her hair aside, he sucked the tender flesh of her neck. His long fingers stretched forwards to find hers. His muscles flexed and ripped as he pumped into her. "Goddamn, baby girl, you drive me fuckin' crazy," he grunted.

"Aww god, that feels so good, baby. Give it to me." She was surprised she could form coherent thoughts, let alone speak. The feeling of his body weight on hers, his heavy panting against her neck, his pelvis colliding with her ass as his hard, delicious thickness surged in and out of her was mind-blowing. Amazingly, her insides were tensing again, craving fresh release. She moaned loudly and had Joe's hands in a death grip. "Fuck...oh God, I'm coming again!"

Joe forced himself to hold on, determined to take his lover over the edge first. "That's it, Sash. Squeeze my dick with your tight pussy." He was pounding into her now, one hand separating from hers to play with her sensitive clit. "Come on my dick, baby girl. Scream for me."

"Joe!" She came just as hard as the first time, every part of her burning feverishly from the explosion of her body. But Joe showed her no mercy. Holding her down to the bed, he thrust frantically inside her, forcing her to endure the agonizing euphoria. He kept at it, and he roared her name as his own body soon exploded, coming violently inside her as he succumbed to his own pleasure. "Fuck." Slowly, he pulled out of her and collapsed beside her in a heap. For a long time neither moved, both breathing heavily and struggling to catch their breaths.

Rolling onto her back to face him, Sasha couldn't stop grinning. "Wow," she sighed, "That was..."

He smiled back. "Yeah, it was. And you're the only one that brings that out of me, baby. Forget about everyone else." His arm came around her shoulders, his free hand rubbing the arm she draped across his torso. His warmth and comfort soothed Sasha, and as her eyes drifted shut she felt his lips press her forehead, whispering unheard words against her skin.

The sound of the door clicking open startled Sasha awake. She instinctively drew the blankets over her, blinking through the dimness of the hotel room to see Jon strolling in. "Whoa," he breathed, eyeing up the clothes strewn on top of his bed, including Sasha's t-shirt and bra.

Sasha's eyes cut to the hulk of a man slumbering in her arms, relieved to see he hadn't stirred. She checked the clock on the wall and saw it was early morning. "Sorry. Pass me my stuff?" she asked Jon with a small voice, her face flushing at his cheeky smirk as he handed her her clothes before he turned around to give her privacy. Carefully untangling Joe's arms from around her, she got dressed and turned to see Jon sliding the glass door of the balcony open, a pack of cigarettes in his grasp. "Can I join you?"

He stopped in his tracks. "For a smoke?"

"No. Just outside. Hope you don't mind the company."

Jon shrugged. "Come on."

Outside, the two stood on opposite sides of the narrow balcony, Jon taking a long drag of his cigarette while Sasha stared into the distance. "I heard about the fans last night," said Jon.

Sasha looked at him, not expecting him to make conversation. She couldn't say she knew Jon that well. She gravitated towards Colby more because he seemed to be the friendlier and more open of the two.

"It happens," he said after another stretch of silence, "Not just with Joe. Colby too. All the guys, single or taken get hit on by rats every day."

"Rats?"

"Ring rat. Wrestling groupies," Jon explained, "The skanks who turn up at shows with the sole aim of fucking a wrestler afterwards."

Sasha blinked. "Interesting."

"Yeah." He smirked. "It comes with the territory and there's not much we can do about it. So don't beat yourself up and don't start doubting yourself or whatever. Though I'm sure the big man must've already told you that in his own unique way." He winked, causing Sasha to look away bashfully.

"I don't know if I could ever get used to them though," she stated.

"Ain't gonna have a choice if you want to be with Joe. His star is getting bigger which means he'll only get more attention. In this business we all learn to develop a thick skin. Sadly, that includes the spouses." The Cincinnati native returned her wry smile. "But you don't have anything to worry about from Joe's end. He's been hit on more times than any wrestler I've ever known. But he's walked away from all of that because of you." Personally he thought his best friend was in love and he was happy for him. He tapped his cigarette over the railing, watching Sasha contemplate his words. "A lot of us in this business are very guarded. We don't let people in for a lot of reasons. Joe's like that too. A few things have happened to him that kinda made him that way."

"Like Andrea?"

Jon tensed. "He told you about her?"

"Not really. When I brought it up he got worked up about it so I just let it be."

Okay then. He wasn't going to let the cat out of the bag if it wasn't out yet. "He'll tell you eventually. He trusts you. You've opened him up again and it's good to see. I guess that's what a good woman does for you."

"Where's your good woman?" Sasha asked.

He blew smoke through his nostrils. "Don't have one," he answered simply.

"Are you looking?"

"No time."

"I'm sure you'll find her."

"What makes you so sure?"

Sasha smiled. "You're sweet, Jon. It also helps that you're on the pretty side."

Jon scoffed and shook his head. "Nah. Colb and Joe are the pretty ones. Must be all that exotic blood swimming around in their veins."

"Oh come on. Look at you. You're ripped as all hell, and you got the cutest baby cheeks."

"My cheeks are fat," he grumbled.

"They're not fat. They're baby. There's a difference." She pinched his right cheek gently, earning a glare from him. "Hot body, baby cheeks, blue eyes and dimples. That's a fatal four-way right there."

At her words, Jon rolled his eyes, but there was no mistaking the pink tint creeping up his neck. It brought a smile to Sasha's face. Like her, he was never quite good at taking compliments. Maybe they would bond with that.

They talked for a few more minutes before she returned to the room. Joe was awake now, a slight frown on his sleepy face. "Morning, handsome," she greeted, "You sleep good?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, setting his wash bag on the bedside table. "Where'd you go?"

"Balcony," Sasha replied. "It's almost seven. You should get up." She laughed when he pulled her down to the bed with him, wrapping her arms around her and tucking his face into her neck. "Can't I just stay here with you?" he whined.

"No you can't. Let go of her. We gotta work out," said Jon, stuffing some items into a gym bag.

"He's right," agreed Sasha, laughing again when Joe squeezed her tighter and shook his head like a petulant child. Jon laughed at his friend. "You're such a puss."

Sasha smiled. Call her biased, but she found his antics adorable. She pressed her lips to the Samoan's pouting ones before looking back at Jon. "What are you guys doing today?"

"Not much. This is one of the lazy days," said Jon. "There's a lunch thing happening downstairs later."

"Oh yeah," said Joe, "Nikki and Nattie told me about it and apparently everyone's going to be there. You wanna come, babe?"

"If Trinity is going to be there then I don't mind," Sasha said, not wanting to be a party pooper by saying no.

"Knowing her, she hardly misses these things so yeah." Joe cupped Sasha's cheek. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

Aware he was referring to her mini-meltdown from last night, she shrugged. "Better. Don't worry about me. Go with Jon. Let me know when you're coming back up."

"Alright." Joe gave her a kiss before climbing out of bed, bopping Jon in the back of his head as he shuffled into the bathroom. Sasha lay back in bed and caught sight of the small orange bottle peeking out of Joe's wash bag. Forcing herself to ignore it, she buried her nose in the pillows, closing her eyes with a relaxed sigh as her boyfriend's lingering scent and the memory of their night together invaded her senses.