Heyyy! So a bit goes on in this chapter, but I'm going to leave it at that! But last chapter...that was HOT! Then again...it is Daddy Styles we're talking about here! xD As usual...a shoutout to my girls JustCherry73, wwechristina and GoldenGirl1920 for your continued love and support! Y'all keep me going and I love you for it! I don't know what I'd do without you ladies!
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Previously...
Allen POV
"I've gone 20 years without letting it go to my head and I'm not gonna start now. Especially when I've got someone as incredible and rare as you with not only complimenting my skills, but for even giving me the time of day. Let alone doing something as intimate as sex with an old man like me. And I really, kinda, sorta like you, too. More than a lot," I reply.
Rory frowns slightly up at me and runs her hands down to my sides. "Don't say that. You're anything but old and why wouldn't I give you the time of day? If I didn't wanna be here, I wouldn't be here and I certainly wouldn't have had sex with you. This is something I never do or would have dreamt of doing, so the fact that I'm even here–" she begins to rant and I press my lips to hers to silence her because with the route she's going, I fear Rory will change her mind a leave.
Fighting me, Rory pushes on my chest, giving me no choice but to break the kiss, "no, Allen. Don't do that. You don't get to do that because you don't wanna hear what I have to say," she exclaims and sits up, practically throwing me off of her and only my back. My eyes widen in panic and the fear of losing her consumes me when Rory goes to get off the bed.
I reach out and wrap my arm around her midsection, keeping her in place. "No, please don't go. I'm sorry. You're right; I'm sorry. It's just…I lost my wife of 20 years because she decided she no longer loved or wanted me and left me for another man. You're 12 years younger than I am, Aurora, so if I can lose my wife of 20 years to another man, what's to say you won't change your mind about me. That screw's with a man's psyche and makes him think the worst. I know I just met you and I hardly even know you…but, I don't wanna lose you from my life now that you're in it. There is somethin' special about you, Rory and I just can't let that go. Please tell me you feel the same because otherwise I'll feel like a damn incompetent fool after everything that just happened between us…"
Aurora POV
"There is somethin' special about you, Rory and I just can't let that go. Please tell me you feel the same because otherwise I'll feel like a damn incompetent fool after everything that just happened between us…" Allen rambles on. I never stopped to think about it from his point of view and he makes some very valid points. He is so lost in his inner turmoil, that I'm left with no choice but to bring him back into the room with me.
I gently grab his face, forcing him to look at me and I can see the conflict he has within himself and how badly his ex-wife destroyed his self confidence. I press a soft kiss to his lips, but when I break it, he chases after me and pulls me back in. "Please…stay," he begs me above a whisper as he rests his forehead against mine and my heart breaks at hearing the torment in his voice.
Gently nodding my head, I quietly reply, "okay, I'll stay. But not because you asked me to, but because I want to. Your ex-wife is the incompetent fool for ever letting you go and falling out of love with you. It's her loss, not yours, Allen. And besides, age is just a number for me. I could care less that you're 12 years older than me. That means nothing. Just because you're that much older than me doesn't mean I'm going to do to you what she did because she got tired of you not being around. That's not me and that will never be who I am," I tell him.
"You really are incredible, Aurora. Fate brought us together the way it did for a reason and I'd really like to find out what that reason is," he said with determination in his voice, but his eyes show me his vulnerability. "I know you said we probably won't see each other after tonight, but after what we shared and what happened between us…we both know that's not true anymore. There was and is a spark between us and if I've been reading you correctly, the interest I have in you is being reciprocated," Allen adds, tightening his hold he has around my waist.
Straddling his waist, I complete the task of removing the used condom from his dick and reach for a new one, rolling it down his length. I lift myself to my knees and slowly lower myself onto his girth, sinking down to the hilt, never once taking my eyes off of his. The euphoric look to cross his face has butterflies swarming through my chest and stomach. Knowing I put that look there makes me feel better than I ever thought possible.
"Oh god…" I breathe, "…that feeling is definitely reciprocated and I, too, want to find out what that reason is," I tell Allen and the look in his eyes change as his arms wrap around my frame, holding me against him.
"Thank God," Allen whispers before he presses his lips softly to mine. "I honestly thought I was really never going to see you again after tonight," he voices. I wrap my arms around his neck, but pull back just enough to be able to look into Allen's eyes.
"After seeing you get so excited learning about Matty, there is no way I couldn't not see you again. I don't know how, but we'll find a way. Let's just focus onto tonight and each other and we can worry about that in the morning,"I reply quietly and tuck Allen's hair behind his ear.
The smile to form on Allen's face has a smile of my own growing. He presses his lips roughly onto mine before deepening the kiss. "Thank you," he breathes against my mouth, "but I need you to start moving, darlin'. It's killin' me being buried inside of you with nothin' happenin'," he groans out, thrusting up into me.
I gasp at the act, but begin to roll my hips and lift them up, leaving just the head of Allen's member inside of me before slamming myself back down ripping loud moans from the both of us. "Fuckin' hell, Aurora…goddamn it," he rasps out and leans back against the headboard as he lets me take control, but his hands never leave my hips.
"Oh yeah," I breathe out, "to answer your question earlier about if I like it rough or not…" I say and lean in to let my lips ghost the shell of Allen's ear, "I fucking love it," I whisper, then bite down on his earlobe before sucking it into my mouth and I'm rewarded with a loud moan.
"Shit, Rory," he releases with a growl and thrusts his hips roughly up into me when mine come down with as much force as I possibly can. "Aurora, baby…you don't know what you just asked for," Allen grounds out, a predatory gleam developing in is blue eyes.
Excited lust form in my own eyes and I roll my hips harder into his, squeezing my walls around him in the process. A deep growl resonates deep in Allen's chest and it has me growing wetter by the second. "What are you gonna do?" I seductively challenge Allen and the predatory look in his eyes grow feral.
He answers by laying down and rolling over, putting me on my back before he pulls out of me, staring down at me with such an intense glare. His stare automatically has me submitting to him and the appreciative snarl that Allen releases has my arousal dripping from me.
His nostrils flare before he responds, leaning down just so our noses touch, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you; that's what I'm gonna do, darlin'. Now flip over and get on your hands and knees. If you wanna be dominated…I'm gonna dominate you, sweetheart. Don't think I didn't see that look in your eyes."
I reach back up and grab Allen's necklace, pulling him back down to me, "kiss me first," I grin seductively up at him and take the tip of my tongue, licking his lips before I capture them in a heated kiss.
I had no idea I could have such a reaction from someone the way I am with Allen. It's new to me and I love it. "Get on your hands and knees…now," he grounds out against my mouth before rising up to his knees to give me room to flip over.
I do as he asks and rise to my hands and knees, pressing my ass into his raging hard cock, wiggling it. My teasing earns me a slap to my ass cheek and it has me gasping in reply as I look at Allen from over my shoulder. I bite my lip and his eyes darken significantly at the action. "Get up here," he demands me quietly and I rise up to my knees, letting my back collide with his chest when he wraps an arm around my waist.
Allen presses a soft wet kiss to my lips before pulling back slightly to look into my eyes, his demeanor taking a 360 from what it just was. "Let me know if I hurt your or if it becomes too much…please; I'd never forgive myself otherwise," he says quietly and reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear before he leans back in to press another kiss to my lips.
"I promise, I will," I reply just as quietly, pressing my own kiss to him.
My answer seems to be enough for him because he subtly nods his head before pressing one more quick kiss to my lips before gently pressing his hand against my back, silently ordering me to go back to resting on my hands. I feel Allen take the head of his dick and lubricate it with my arousal before sliding into my tight hole, ripping a quiet moan from both of us.
"So tight, darlin'…Jesus. You feel so fuckin' amazing," Allen groans as he stays bottomed out inside of me while he waits for me to get adjusted to his size once more. He feels just as good now as he did minutes ago. The way he stretches me…fits within my walls like he was meant to be there. This is something I could really get use to and I have a feeling Allen feels the exact same way.
"You can start moving, baby," I alert Allen and he grips my hips giving them a little squeeze before he pulls out, leaving just the head in before he snaps his hips back into mine, his thrust quick and the sound of our skin slapping together resonates throughout the room. The long drawn out moan that leaves past my lips has Allen speeding up his thrusts.
I hang my head because the intensity of his thrusts are too much to handle and I grip the sheets as if my life depends on it. "You alright, Aurora?" Allen pants out and I can feel his hand running up and down my back in a comforting manner until he grips onto my shoulder for leverage.
Nodding my head, I reply, "yeah…I'm okay. It's just really–ohhh fuck!–intense. Don't stop. God, please don't stop; it feels so fucking good. Go faster…" I demand him with a moan.
"Rory…" I can hear in Allen's tone that he is going to protest, but I squeeze my walls around his girth and it pulls a strangled crying moan from him and his hips falter slightly for a second. "Shit, Rore," he grunts, finding his rhythm once more.
"Go faster! Fuck me harder…pull my hair," I whine, lifting myself back up onto my hands, throwing my head back. "Allen…fuck me!" I scream out and his hold on my shoulder disappears. Suddenly, I feel a welcoming burning sensation on my scalp and I realize he's pulling my hair, leaving me no room to move.
"You better fuckin' let me know if I'm hurtin' you, Aurora," Allen growls out, increasing the speed of his thrusts. The sting of our skin slapping together a euphoric feeling. A feeling I've missed more than I realized. Why it took me so long to be intimate again is beyond me. It's because you were waiting for the right person. And you've finally found him. Don't you dare let him get away.
"You're–you're not," I breathe and it turns into a pathetic moan when I feel Allen tilt his hips, letting the tip of his dick graze my sweet spot over and over again. "Oh fuck yeah…just like that!" I cry out, letting my walls squeeze Allen's girth that rewards me with a cry of my own.
"Damn…Rory. Do that again, darlin'," he pants out and I do ask he asks, only this time I pulsate my walls around Allen, making it more pleasurable for him. "Fuck!" He bellows out and slaps my ass causing me to gasp out a moan.
"Oh god…that–that was…Allen!" I squeal out when he slaps my other ass cheek and suddenly, I feel a tugging sensation on my scalp.
"Get up here, darlin'," he grunts out, never once letting up on the intensity and power of his thrusts. I obey him by getting up onto my knees, letting my back connect with his chest and the hairs on his sweaty chest scratch at my back and I fucking love it. "God, you are fuckin' incredible, Aurora," Allen groans into my ear as his arm wraps around my midsection, holding me fiercely against him.
Turning my head in his direction, Allen captures my lips in a heated kiss, taking my breath away. Moaning into the kiss, I reach up and wrap my arm around the back of Allen's head, threading my fingers through his hair. "I'm so close," I breathe against his lips.
"I know you are, darlin'. I can feel you squeezin' me tight. I'm close, too," Allen groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Come for me, Rory. Come on, baby," he grunts, increasing the speed and power of his thrusts.
"Ohh god…oh yeah! Al–Allen! Allen!" I scream out, coming hard around his cock, milking him for everything he's got. My body become limp from the intensity of my orgasm that Allen has to tighten his hold on me.
"Shit! Rory…fuuuuck!" Allen bellows out and his thrusts become sloppy as his own release hits him just as hard. His thrusts become shallow before stopping altogether and he pants in my ear, "I'm gonna let go of you, darlin'," giving me a few seconds before his hold on me is gone and I collapse to the bed in a heap.
I feel Allen's body next to mine about a minute later and pulls me into him as I continue to catch my breath. He presses several soft kisses to my shoulder and wraps his arm around my waist, holding me against him.
"Aurora, are you alright, darlin'?" He asks quietly as he continues to place soft kisses to my shoulder. I flip over in his hold and press my chest up against his. "You okay, sweetheart? I know I was a bit rough…" Allen said and I reach a hand up to rest on the side of his neck, caressing the underside of his jaw.
I lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back to look into his blue eyes. "Yeah, I'm okay; I asked you to be rough. And you didn't hurt me…you made me feel amazing and I felt things I've never felt before. You were perfect, Allen,"I tell him and the smile to grace his handsome features has me giggling. "You're adorable when you're happy. I hope you know that," I tell him and his eyes widen and a look of shock crosses his face.
"I'm anything, but adorable, sweetheart. Just wait til you see me in the ring; you won't think I'm adorable then," he replies with a playful growl as he rolls me onto my back. I grin up at him and run my hands up his body to hook around the back of his neck and pull Allen in for a kiss.
"Hmm, then why don't you show me one of your matches," I whisper and the grin that develops on his face pulls a laughing smile from me. He leans back down to press a quick kiss to me before he gets out of bed to retrieve his phone from the dresser. While he does this, I admire and get a good look at his ass and holy shit does he have the sexiest bubble butt I've ever seen. Besides his eyes, hair, accent and of course his dick…because boy does he know how to use it…I think I just found my next and new favorite asset about this man.
Allen comes back to the bed with phone in hand and looks up at me with the grin he had plastered on his face moments ago. See…this right here is why he is adorable. He gets excited about something so small, but it means so much to him. "So, I've been with other companies…well companies slash Indies prior to the WWE…" he begins and I tilt my head in confusion.
"Indies?" I ask when he stops short in his explanation when he sees the confused look on my face.
"Shit, sorry. The independents…the independent circuit. It's a name for independent wrestling promotions that happen, but they're much smaller than what is typically shown on TV. However, they usually provide better matches believe it or not. But, I was in TNA/Impact Wrestling as well as ROH aka: Ring of Honor and New Japan, among other independents…" he tells me, taking his spot back on the bed.
He sits against the headboard and I sidle up next to him, leaning into his side. He smiles down at me and presses a kiss to the top of my head before pressing one to my lips when I look up at him with a smile of my own. "So…New Japan?" I ask him as he opens his phone.
Allen grins down at me, "took place in Japan. I was over there and with ROH for about 2 years. I bounced back and forth between both until I signed with WWE," he explains to me.
"You were just everywhere, weren't you?" I ask him in a teasing tone.
"You could say that. I was with TNA for most of my career…2002 until 2014 when my contracted ended," he replies and I watch him as he looks for a particular match on YouTube.
"What happened? You didn't resign? Or did they not offer you a new contract?" I ask and the laugh he makes is anything but amused.
"Oh they offered me a contract alright, but it included a 60% pay cut and there was no way in hell I was going to take that. I had a family to feed and take care of. It was a slap in the face and I was insulted that they would even offer that to me after everything I had done for them. I helped make that company what it is. Lord knows where it's at now; they did a poor job financially and I wasn't going to suffer because they had poor management with their money. So that's when I went to New Japan and back to ROH. In 2016 I got offered a contract with WWE and now…here I am," he explains to me without missing a beat and I sit there looking up at him dumbfounded.
"Yeah," he releases a short laugh when he sees the look on my face. "But I wouldn't have changed a day of it for anything. It made me the wrestler I am today and I wouldn't be where I'm at now without the path and sacrifices I made," Allen said and I can see in his eyes, the pain he feels that came with those sacrifices, so I do what I can to distract him from it.
"Well, you caught the eye of Matty and he's always excited when you come on the TV, so I have you to thank for that. But it also put you in my path," I tell Allen and he grins down at me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.
"Yes…it did. And I couldn't be more grateful for it because you don't know how happy I am that I found you," he replies and I can't help but return his grin.
"That goes both ways. But enough of this…what match are you going to show me?" I ask Allen, hooking my arm through his and rest my head on his shoulder as I look down at his phone, cuddling in closer to him.
"This is one of my favorite matches when I was with TNA. My best friend Chris, he at the time back in 2005 was TNA World Heavyweight Champion and this was a triple threat match for the title. It was myself, Chris and Joe, better known as Samoa Joe, which is his ring name," Allen explains to me and I look up at him with wide horrified eyes.
"A triple threat?" I ask, my voice conveying what I know he can see in my eyes.
"It's alright. Triple threats, while they don't happen all the time are very common. Basically, anything goes. There are no disqualifications, no count outs and the only way you can win is by pin fall…pinning one of your opponents or by submission. Winning the match is more difficult because you don't have to worry about just one person, but two. You'll see what I mean," he tells me and begins to play the video. "Now to warn you…" Allen begins and I look up at him with a raised eyebrow, waiting to hear what he has to say, "I had short hair until about 2012," he tells me and my jaw drops.
"No way. You? With short hair?" I ask in shock and amusement.
The look on my face has Allen chuckling. "Believe me; I know," he replies and I return my attention to the phone just in time to see him walk out of the tunnel. He stops at the entrance ramp and lifts up the hood that shields his face from the crowd before taking the hood off completely.
"Oh. My. God…" I say and the tone in my voice has Allen looking down at me in curiosity, "you were cute with the short hair," I tell him and he goes to open his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "I'm not done," I grin up at him, "you were cute with short hair, but I prefer you with the long hair. You've got the sexy, hot and smoldering look going on. It increases your masculinity tenfold…especially with your beard and mustache," I reassure Allen, lifting up my hand to stroke his beard.
He grins back at me and leans down the small distance to capture my lips with his own, "you think I'm sexy?" He asks, his grin turning into a smirk and I roll my eyes playfully at him, while pushing at his chest so I can put my attention back onto the match.
Cuddling into Allen's side, I reply, "oh shut it, you know your sexy. Even if you are a 43 year old with 4 kids. You put other men at your age to shame," I tell him and I can feel the smile on his face when he presses his lips to the top of my head.
"I appreciate you sayin' that, darlin'; it does make me feel better about myself," he replies before sneaking his arm around my torso, "c'mere. I want you right here," Allen tells me quietly, patting the bed in between his legs. I look up at him in curiosity and he smiles softly down at me.
I don't question him. Instead, I just do as he requests and settle myself in between his legs and lean my back against his chest, getting comfortable. "Better?" I ask softly with a smile and he turns my face up towards his, pressing a kiss to my lips.
"Much. Now I get to hold you close while you watch one of my matches," he replies quietly, placing another kiss to me before pressing his lips to the side of my neck. The butterflies that swarm throughout me is a foreign, but welcoming feeling. No one has ever paid me this much attention before. At least not in such a short period of time. Not even Joey showed me this kind of attention for the 2 years we were together.
Allen hands me his phone and wraps his arms around my torso, holding me securely against him. I rest my free arm over his and grip his forearm, making myself comfortable. He seems to like that I did this because his hold on me tightens just fractionally, resting his chin on my shoulder.
I turn my head and press a kiss to the side of Allen's head before putting my attention back onto his phone. "I could really get use to this," he grumbles out contently.
"Hmm, what's that?" I ask him with a smile in my tone, even though I already have an idea.
"I think you, know darlin'. I miss having the feel of a woman in my arms. By my side…in my bed. I miss having a companion who is there for me and supports me through everything…no matter what. I miss having someone showing me the attention I know I deserve and I miss being able to care for someone who aren't my children," he tells me and my heart lodges up in my throat because I know he's talking about me. I was expecting him to tell me he misses having some sort of companionship, I just didn't expect him to go that deep.
While I keep my eyes on his phone, my attention on the match is completely forgotten. I can begin to feel Allen's heartbeat against my back and I'm pretty sure he can feel mine as well. "Is that something you want again?" I ask him, my voice small and it takes a few moments for him to respond.
"More than anythin'," he whispers.
His heartbeat begins to grow stronger and more rapid. To the point where if it got any stronger, it would beat out of his chest. I pause the video and close his phone before placing it on the bed next to us. I grab his forearms before sliding my hand down to grab one of his and hold it within both of my much smaller ones. His own hold on mine, tightens, along with the hold he has around my waist.
"Do…do you want that with me?" I ask again, keeping my voice small.
"I do," he replies, "but only if you want the same thing darlin' and please don't feel like you need to feel obligated to do so because we spent one night together," Allen adds quietly as he begins to play with my fingers.
I take my hand out of his hold along with the hold he has on my waist and I sit up straight, scooting forward. I turn around to look at Allen and the look on his face is one of despair, heartbreak and defeat. He nods his head and hangs it, letting his hair fall into his face, shielding himself from me.
Quickly turning around completely, I straddle his lap and lift his head up by his chin, pushing his hair out of his face. He looks up into my eyes and the haunted look in them hurts more than I thought it would. I press my body against his and take his arm, wrapping it around my waist while taking the other and lace our fingers together. His eyes dart to our joined hand before they look back up into mine in confusion.
I take my free hand and frame his jaw, stroking my thumb against his cheek before I lean in to press my lips to his. He lets go of my hand and threads his fingers through my hair behind my ear, framing my own face and he intensifies the kiss letting his lips become more urgent against mine. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, claiming it like a starving man would a plate of food when it's placed in front of him after a week of not eating.
I whimper into the kiss, meeting his lips with just as much urgency until I need to break the kiss, desperate for air. Allen rests his forehead against mine and his breath hits my face as he tries to catch his own.
"Please tell me you want the same thing. I know we got ahead of ourselves with sleeping together, but I also know that if you give me the chance, I can make you happy. We can get to know each other properly and see where we go from there," he whispers in between breaths.
I rest my hand on his chest, over his heart and I feel it beating a mile a minute underneath my palm. Pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, I nod my head with a smile. "I meant what I said when I also want to find out the reason fate brought us together, so yes, I do want the same thing. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you think otherwise minutes ago. The look in your eyes when you thought I didn't want this…want you, it felt like a knife to my heart because having you feel the way you did was the last thing I wanted," I whisper back.
Allen presses his lips to my forehead before placing them onto mine, "it's alright, sweetheart. I know how you feel now and I couldn't be more ecstatic. It's also taking everything in me not to bury myself deep inside you; feeling how wet you are against me…it's torture not being able to feel you wrapped around my cock," he groans. I can feel his tip nudging at my entrance, so I shift my hips just a little and he easily slips inside me.
"Rory…what're you doin'?" Allen moans, gripping my hips, holding me in place.
"I'm giving you what you want," I breathe, "just pull out before you come," I tell him and begin to roll my hips as I grip onto his shoulders for leverage.
"My god. Who are you and where did you come from? You're fuckin' perfect," he moans and wraps his arms around me, allowing our chests to collide. The feel of his chest hair against my nipples sends jolts of pleasure down to my core and it has me releasing soft quiet moans of my own.
I lean in and press my lips against Allen's, quickening the pace of my hips and rolling them in a figure-8 motion. "I'm far from it, baby, but I know you want me as much as I want you; that's why I'm giving in to you," I breathe, never taking my eyes off of his.