Chapter 4 - I May Hate Myself
Electric blue eyes looked across the gym as he shook his head. The big man was unfocused and he could only imagine why. Actually he could but he didn't want to think about what was really on the big cats mind let alone finding out if what he was assuming was on his mind was true or not. Dean sighed heavily. He saw the change in his best friend in the last couple of months and he couldn't help but notice the silence that really took place between him and his wife no matter where they were.
Roman was an excellent father no one could ever or would ever debate that, but something was definitely going on between him and his wife. Roman called home every night that he was on the road and spoke to his kids and just before he got off the phone he would tell his wife he missed the kids and her. She would smile back and return the sentiment.
Dean couldn't end a phone call with Nala with just an 'I miss you'; yes it was true he missed her every day he was physically away from her but he couldn't end a phone call unless he'd said he loved her. He realized Roman and Ayana had been married at a young age and started having babies that same year, but after 11 years together they had perfected the dance of love and somewhere in the middle their dance partners were severely lacking.
Dean wasn't stupid by any means. He may have played a lunatic on TV and in the wrestling ring, but he wasn't blind at all. He watched through narrowed eyes when the young Diva walked across the gym, flipping her long hair his way and winking at him. It didn't take a brain surgeon to realize just what in the fuck was going on. Dean had done a lot of stupid shit in his days in the Indy's wrestling scene but when he met and married Nala; he vowed she was the only woman he would ever need for the rest of his life.
That and he also knew that if at any point in his life his dick jumped out of his pants and into another woman who WASN'T his wife - she would cut off that vital organ and he would NEVER be allowed to use it again. Hell Nala would tie it up with some pretty ribbon and hang it from her Christmas tree every year as a reminder of the idiotic thing he'd done. It wasn't just public knowledge she had actually threatened him with it the night before they married; said she wanted to make everything CRYSTAL CLEAR.
And so she did.
Dean racked the bar as he grabbed his towel and bottle of water and followed his best friend into the men's locker room. The both sat down on the bench and Dean was glad no one was in there. He looked over and nudged Roman's arm. "Hey, do you know what the fuck you are doing with that little chic out there?"
Roman wiped the sweat from his face as he looked at his best friend; if anyone could read him like a fuckin book it would be Dean. Roman shook his head negatively. "No I don't but I'm having a good time doing it." That lie tasted bad in his mouth. "Look I needed to scratch an itch and since her fiancée is back home she had an itch for me to scratch so were killing two birds with one stone."
"And why don't you get your wife to scratch your itches? I would think after 11 years of marriage and four kids that she would be the master at your itches." Dean stated in a condescending voice.
"Yea well...sometimes she can't reach my itches." Roman grumbled. "What the fuck do you care anyways?" He asked; getting entirely annoyed.
Dean shook his head. "Because I see the way she looks at you when you're home and if Nala ever looked at me the way your wife looks at you; I'd never let her get dressed ever again - let alone actually leave the bed." Dean pulled his sweat drenched shit from his body. "Look man, I see the love you got for your kids every night when you call and talk with them; I just don't see any of it reaching Ayana. Actually I haven't seen any love go towards her for quite a while. I'm talking days, weeks, possibly months bro."
"You worry about your marriage and let me worry about mine." Roman growled before he stalked off to shower. He knew Dean was right; he knew it in the pit of his stomach, but knowing his wife was sleeping with another man was disheartening and painful and he already knew eventually he was going to have to confront her about it...eventually.
Her dark chocolate eyes watched him from across her hotel room. He was sitting on the corner of her hotel bed as he contemplated yet another of their meetings. She was in her panties and a t-shirt with her arms crossed over her chest.
This was a meeting of convenience.
Or at least that's what they had convinced themselves of. He needed to give someone a good fuckin and after the fight over the phone with her fiancée angry fuck session screamed through her entire body. She watched as he once again stood from the bed and started pacing the room. After 3 or 4 passes she got fed up and pulled her t-shirt up and off before she crawled across the bed and got up on her knees on the edge of the bed as she jerked Roman to her and captured his lips; smashing their chests together as his hands gripped her ass again, she felt him rip both sides of her panties and yank them off and onto the floor.
She definitely liked the animalistic side of him. She loved the hard ass side, but his animalistic side drove her to the brink and they hadn't even started fucking yet. Her nails slid down his chest grazing both of his pebble nipples as she hear him growl at her. Her whole body was completely taken over with lust, she was intoxicated by the lust. She backed up the bed and crooked a finger at him, "Fuck me Roman...please?" She smiled angelically at him.
"I'll fuck you nice and hard…" He promised in a husky voice, wrapping his meaty hands around her ankles and yanking her down on the bed, hovering over her with those smoldering hazel eyes. Roman could see the anticipation building in her eyes, smirking wickedly, his tongue snaking out to wet his dry lips. "I'll fuck you real good, but first I wanna taste you." He watched her eyes darken even more, capturing her lips with his own, trailing them down her jaw to her neck and swelled breasts. His tongue ran down the valley of her breasts, down her toned stomach, knowing she was begging to just be pounded into total oblivion, his thumbs rubbing her nipples as they instantly hardened again, finally reaching what he wanted. Roman draped her beautiful legs over his broad shoulders, slowly beginning to massage her inner thighs with his lips and tongue, emanating some deep throaty moans from her sweet mouth.
She could feel his tongue as he ran it up her slit. She reached down and gripped his hair between her fingers as she arched her back and held onto him for dear life. She could feel his huge warm hands as they rubbed her thighs up and down as he slowly let his tongue work her pussy into a frenzy. Her moans were echoing off the wall as she begged him to end her sweet torture. She couldn't stand it as she bit her bottom lip trying not to be too loud, the hotel walls were paper thin and her co-workers really didn't need to know she was getting exactly what she was begging for or who she was begging for it from.
Roman pulled away from her engaging ambrosia long enough to stare up into her hypnotic eyes, seeing she was biting back screams of pleasure. "I wanna hear you. Let me hear you scream baby." He then went right back to the task at hand, devouring her pussy, thrusting his tongue in and out at a hard, rapid pace, growling as vibrations rippled throughout her body. His nose made the pleasure that much better, his goatee simply adding to the sensations. He felt her thighs tensing and smirked, knowing she was close to shattering, wanting her to fall completely apart so he could taste her. He wanted to consume every part of her, refusing to waste a single drop, moving his tongue in circular motions inside of her, causing her to cry out finally, not able to bite it back.
"Oh My GOD!" She screamed through clenched teeth. She felt her orgasm rip through her entire body. She felt like she was never going to stop cumming, she felt his thumb rub her sensitive clit as she was cumming and suddenly she started cumming twice as much as another climax followed it. She completely broke apart into tiny pieces on the bed. Her chest rising and falling as she tried to get her breathing under control. She watched as he crawled up her body and captured her lips and she could taste herself on his tongue and it just made her more horny.
Roman thought she'd never stop cumming, which he wasn't complaining because of how incredible she tasted, groaning from low in his throat. Her sweet hot juices slid down his throat. Roman wrapped her legs around his waist, loving the feeling of her nails running down his chest, growling from low in his throat. He gripped his hardened cock, running it up and down her throbbing clit, feeling her quivering against him. he pulled back and onto his haunches as he grabbed a condom from his wallet.
"Do you really think we need it? We've perfected this long enough to know when to pull out?" She asked.
"I'm not taking any chances. if I had to go home and tell my wife I got another woman pregnant; I would never see the light of day again, because I would be DEAD." Roman argued back as he rolled the condom onto place.
Roman was going to go slow with this at first because he wasn't a small man by any means, but technically she was a tiny woman compared to him. He positioned himself at her entrance, searing her lips once more. "As always I won't hurt you, baby." He said in a husky voice, slowly beginning to push his length inside of her willing body, filling her and not stopping, knowing it would hurt more if he stopped halfway through.
She was inhaling and exhaling slowly, no he was definitely not a small man, he completely filler her to capacity and then some. She almost wanted to beg him to stop, but then again she wanted to beg him to plow into her. He sat still once he was fully sheathed in her; so she could get used to his size. The more he stayed still the wetter she became completely anticipating a thorough fucking. Lord, she hadn't thought about it until now but what the hell was gonna happen if and when their co-workers ever found out about them? Roman started rocking in and out of her body and suddenly all thoughts left her mind.
"Fuckin hell you're tight, girl! I figured I would've stretched you out by now." Roman grunted, trying not to lose complete control with her, but he'd already began rocking his hips against her, pulling out and driving back in, hearing her moans of satisfaction. She wanted a fucking and Roman was going to give to her, suddenly beginning to snap his hips back and forth, filling and emptying her in all the span of seconds. He could feel her nails drag down his arms, growling even louder, those nails were going to be the absolute death of him.
Roman suddenly pulled out and flipped her over on her hands and knees, gripping her hips, slamming inside of her tight wet sex again. Oh yeah, this was definitely more like it. He squeezed her beautiful ass and slid his tongue up and down her spine, feeling her body shiver against him as he began thrusting as hard, fast and deep as he possibly could, his balls slapping against her pussy flesh, the sound echoing off the walls as the headboard began pounding on the wall. "Oh yeah, yeah you like me fuckin your pussy don't you? Huh? You like that?" Her ass sprung off his pelvis as he gripped her ass, her breasts bouncing and Roman just increased the pace, sweat glistening off his muscular body.
She bit her bottom lip until he turned her over onto her hands and knees, "Oh fuck yes, I love you fuckin my pussy Roman! Fuck me harder!" She started pushing back against him as he started driving himself in and out of her as hard as he could, making sure every inch of himself was pushed and pulled in and out of her body. He gripped her shoulders as he started thrusting harder. She absolutely needed this release. She needed to simply be fucked and Roman was giving her the fucking of a life time. She felt him pinch her nipples and then slid his hands down and gripped the stops of her thighs as he hammered her pussy. She could feel her thighs tensing and knew it wouldn't take much more and she'd completely fall apart.
With a few more deep powerful thrusts, Roman finally felt her walls cave in around him, completely milking him for all he was worth, growling out as she began cumming in waves. "Oh fuck yeah!" He growled out, pounding her to the point where he knew her pussy had to be numb, both of their bodies moving at an incredibly fast pace. He finally bellowed out her name, sinking his cock inside of her as deep as he could possibly could, and exploded his seed dangerously as it spilled into the condom. Both of them trembled as the intensity reached its peak, Roman wrapping an arm around her waist, keeping her from collapsing on the bed as he pressed his forehead against her back, coughing from how hard he was breathing. He could hear her wheezing, trying to get his heart to stop pounding before it exploded or gave out.
She finally got her breathing under control, she was suddenly filled with nothing but regret. She heard Roman's light breathing as she looked over at him and his eyes were closed, she so needed a shower. She carefully move his arm and extracted herself from the bed as she padded into the bathroom and kicked the shower on.
Sasha Banks turned around and looked at herself in the mirror; she couldn't believe the professional and personal lines had been severely crossed between her and Roman Reigns. She respected the hell out of his work ethics but she couldn't actually say she didn't enjoy getting laid just now. But it just didn't feel the same. It didn't feel right.
She didn't love the man.
Sure he was so hot he could melt butter by standing next to it, but the only person she could think about now was her fiancée and their latest fight and how stupid it was and how eventually she'd going to either have to break things off with him or break them off with Roman.
She was definitely going to hate herself in the morning, even if she loved the fuck session tonight.
When she got out of the shower; Roman was gone...