No Strings Attached

Skyler Rayne, with brown hair and brown, standing 5'5, was just your average looking girl. She never herself as anything special, just the typical "girl next door". She had been working with the WWE, as the personal assistant for the wrestlers and over the past few months, she had come to know a lot about the talent, but her mind was focused on this one individual, who she could never seem to please…Dean Ambrose. She had done everything she could to get him to at least smile, at her, but she failed. Don't get me wrong, he didn't yell at her or treat her with disrespect, he just never paid her much attention. To him, she was just another person, on the WWE payroll, who did what she was told and helped out, with whatever needed to be done.

The attraction between them was there. It had always been there, from the first day that they met until this very day. It was something in their bodies. The attraction was as much apart of them as they're own blood. An attraction, however, is what is always was. Nothing more, but still nothing less. Neither of them had ever really had the thought of hooking up for anything other than a purely physical. It wasn't that they didn't like each other, or that they didn't get along. The thought of them together was simply not there. The simple fact remained, though, that if they were ever in the same room an electricity seemed to pull them together.

One night after RAW was over, Skyler was assigned to ride with Dean to the next city, which was 4 hours away. The couple made their way to the parking lot and put their stuff, in the trunk. Dean loved driving at night and would often drive when him and the Shield were together. The ride was quiet, for a while. Neither one having much to say. Skyler knew about Dean's early wrestling days and how he wrestled, as if he had no soul. He asked a few personal questions, such as if she had any family, where she was from, and why she decided to come work for the WWE. The small talk stopped when they pulled into a 7-11, so Dean could get something to drink and use the facilities. Skyler got them both a coffee and met Dean at the car. They got back on the road and soon made their way to the next city and found their hotel.

They checked in and found that the room reserved for Skyler had been given away. Dean looked at Skyler and said she could stay with him, since he had two beds. Skyler sighed and accepted the offer because it beat sleeping in the car. Once they were inside the room, Dean dropped his bag and sat on the bed. Skyler looked at him and said she was going to take a shower. "Since your sitting on the bed by the window, I guess the other's mine", she said jokingly. Dean looked at her and nodded, as he opened his bag and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "I'm going out for a smoke, let me know when you're done with the bathroom, ok sweet cheeks?", he said as he opened the sliding door and stepped outside. Skyler sighed and headed into the bathroom.

Dean looked at her as she walked away. He had no idea why, but he needed to get away from her and fast or else he would do something that neither of them could walk away from. As he stood outside, the cold air felt good on his skin. It brought him back to reality, but not before his mind gave him a mental picture of the girl in his shower, naked, soapy, and sexy as hell. He began to think of things he could do to her, ways to make her scream his name, or worse get inside his heart. He heard the shower stop, so he put out his cigarette and walked inside. However, the sight he saw made him re-think his decision. Skyler was standing there wearing a pair of boxers and a tank top. Her hair was in a ponytail, she had no make up on, and she was wearing glasses. She looked like she was in high school, instead of the WWE.

"Shower's free, if you wanna use it. I did leave you some hot water, just in case", she said as she grabbed her tablet and jumped on the other bed, sitting cross-legged, while leaning against the headboard. "Thanks, I won't be long and then we can go to bed", he said as he grabbed his bag and left. Once Skyler heard the water running, her mind also went wild. She imagined his body, all soapy and muscular. She could picture him, all lathered up and massing his hard-on, which she did manage to see, before he went into the shower. She was deep in thought and touching herself, when Dean came out of the bathroom. He stopped and watched as Skyler's eyes stayed closed and she was rubbing herself. Dean had just relieved himself, but the sight he saw had him ready and willing to take care of Skyler's needs.

He stepped back into the bathroom and made his presence known, which brought Skyler back to reality. When Dean stepped out of the bathroom, their eyes met and Skyler decided that she wasn't going to waste anymore more time. If she didn't act now, Dean might never know how she felt about him. Once Dean was settled on his bed, Skyler climbed in next to him, with the intention of reviewing the events, coming up for the next two weeks. Slowly at first, then more desperately with time, a motion began between them. It came from her. A press of her hips against his leg straddled between her own. Harder and harder with each repetition it continued. Soon he was pressing his leg back against her. He ran his fingers up and down her back as the motions continued.
The pace was achingly slow, yet neither would have desired it any other way. Her face was pressed against his chest, her hands behind his back gripped him tightly, and she smiled. He lay with his hands caressing her back, one leg of his between hers, his head cocked slightly back, and a smile upon his face. Minutes passed while this slow and steady ritual continued. Then the change occurred. It was mandated by their bodies, as if they had no say in the matter at all. The throbbing in his pants was apparent and the wetness in hers was equally evident. She lifted her head as he turned his towards hers. A chill ran down both their spines as their lonely lips met for the first time in what seemed ages.
Straddling him fully she continued her rhythmic motion. They kissed each other deep and long. Button by button he slowly undid her blouse as they continued kissing. A soft black cotton bra covered her hardening nipples. Leaning forward against her body she lifted the Dave Matthews Band shirt over his hand as a song rang in her ears. "Crash… into me." It was then that a growing murmur from down the hall threatened to intrude upon them. It grew louder and soon it was just outside the door. A familiar and welcome voice a friend led the others away before the intrusion took place. Surely he had known. He would be thanked later. The kiss deepened and the grinding became stronger. Their bodies yearned for completion, a desire that could not be denied for long. A wandering hand soon found its way to a belt buckle. With some slight difficulty she removed her pants while he undid his own and slid them down. There was nothing separating their hungry bodies now.
The cold air was an interesting sensation for his warm cock. Her hand wrapped around his large organ and guided it towards her waiting pussy. It was as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly. He slid inside of her as she let out a soft coo. When he could go no further she did not complain because there was no further for him to go. An exact match. The slow pace that had led them to this point quickly disappeared and was replaced by a desperate and ravenous speed. She had never been fucked like this before and he had never experienced such a sweet fuck. She ground against him harshly and he pressed back against her with all the strength he could muster. It was quick but it was explosive. He released his seed inside of her and she let out a loud and wicked bellow. They had cum together and now their sweaty bodies glistened in the dull light from under the door.

It was no doubt that the others had heard her orgasm but neither of them cared. Their appetites satisfied they would return to the real world, as if nothing had happened. They probably wouldn't see each other for another month or so, but again, neither of them cared. It just wasn't like that with them. There weren't any plans to date or any emotional strings attached. As stated before, this was something their bodies mandated. They had no say in the matter. And they preferred it that way.