Welcome Chapter Sixty Six! This is a long one. I worked hard on it...and I hope you liked it...
Tuesday: April 29, 2014
Edited: 1/14/2020
Chapter Sixty Six
"Here we are." Dean said as the cab pulled up to a gray brick apartment building.
In almost awe, Angel stepped out of the car and looked up at the building. There wasn't anything too fancy about the place, but her heart raced none the less. Trying once again to swallow the lump that has been in her throat since they got off the plane, she turned to see Dean helping the driver get their things.
"Thanks man." Dean nodded at the man as he handed him some cash.
"Have a good day." The cabby made his way back to the front of the car.
Angel let out a sigh as Dean put all the bags on the curb. "You're not doing this again, I'm helping." She quickly made her way over to grab her things.
Dean nodded his head. "You're right." He grunted as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder. "I'm not going to be able to carry everything up the stairs by myself." He said as he handed her, her bags.
Thankful that Dean wasn't going to argue with her about this, she took her bags and followed him towards the building. Her eyes darted around trying to take everything in as they walked.
Though with each step, her mind was taken over by one thought. Am I ready for this? She asked herself, knowing what her mind really meant. Am I ready to sleep with Dean Ambrose?
Anxiety hit her hard as she thought about it. She knew that the moment she said yes to coming all the way to Las Vegas to spend their time off together that they were going to be intimate. Knew it and was looking forwards to it. Hell, after last time, she craved it.
God, the last time. Her face shot warm as she remembered the way he made her feel.
Intimate, sure. Playing with each other, great. But was she ready to go all the way? They've only known each other for a couple of months and have been together for even less time.
Her eyes landed on the back of the man's head. Am I ready?
She thought about Dean laying over her, taking her body. And yes, she grew nervous but that wasn't the only thing that she started to feel. Her body started to tingle, her breathing became labored, and anticipation hit her hard.
Maybe? She bit her lip as Dean stopped in front of a door marked 4A. Maybe she was ready. Let the chips fall where they may. Their whole relationship had been just about letting things go where they may, so why shouldn't this?
She trusted Dean to take it slow with her and she knew that if she said no in the middle, he wouldn't push her, not like her last boyfriend…
Come on, Angel. We've been dating for a while. Do you really expect a man to wait this long? No, Dean wasn't like that.
"Home sweet home." Dean said as he took a step back from the door as it swung open.
Angel took a deep breath and she shook herself from her thoughts before she walked past him and into his apartment.
Her eyes went wide. "Dean, I don't wanna be rude or alarm you but were you robbed?" She asked starting into a very empty living room. There was an older tv, a couple of shelves full of movies, a table, and a couch. That was it. Nothing more. No decorations, no extras.
"Nope." Dean said as he walked up behind her. "Everything looks to be here."
She blushed. "Oh, um…"
"Don't worry about it." He chuckled. "Roman thought the same thing the first time he was here." Dean sighed. "In fact, he said he wouldn't be surprised if my landlord thought I moved out and rented my place out to someone else."
Angel nodded. "I could see that happening."
He shrugged. "Never been the materialistic type." Something that didn't surprise her. In fact, it seemed to fit the man to a T "So, are you hungry?" He said changing the subject. "I don't know about you, but I'm starved."
As if he was talking to her stomach, it growled.
"I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled. "Well then, let me change and piss and we'll go to the restaurant that I was telling you about on the plane." She nodded as he left to go get changed out of his Shield pants that he worse on the plane.
Once the man disappeared down the hall, Angel shoulders sagged forward. She shook a deep breath as she tried to gather herself. She felt stupid for being so nervous, but she couldn't help it. This was the first time she had ever been at her boyfriend's place, at least the first time that it wasn't a dorm or their parents' house.
Her boyfriend's place. She couldn't help her curiosity as she gave the room a deeper look over. Quickly she realized that though it was empty there were still signs of the man that was living in it. The table had water rings where he would leave a glass or cold can, the couch was slightly more worn on one side then the other, and she could see a wad of tape sitting under the table.
Wanting to find more of those little details, Angel walked around the couch. That's when her eyes landed on the collection of movies. It was a mix of VSHs and DVDs; most of which were wrestling based but there was the odd James Bond or Matrix movie mixed in.
"You got quite the collection here." She called out.
"Yeah." He answered. "It's the one thing I pride myself in."
"Holy cow you even have a VCR." She teased.
"It still works."
Angel let out a giggle as she looked at one particular tape. "Why do a few of these say: 'property of Cincinnati Library'?"
"I might have borrowed one or two tapes from them." She heard his voice grow louder. "Now if you're done admiring my collection, let's head out."
She turned around and smiled at the man who was now wearing blue jeans. "Alright, alright."
When he turned around for something, Angel couldn't help but make a mental note about how good his butt looked in the denim "Should I call a cab?" She cleared her throat.
"Nope." He popped his 'p'. "We're going to take my car."
"Your car?" Her brow rose.
A proud smirk appeared on his face. "Yep." He said as he stuck a piece of gum in his mouth.
D.D.D
Dean felt a strange rush as he pulled the cover off of Shelly aka is 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle. His first and only car. His baby. She might be little worse for wear then he would like but she still ran like a beauty. That was probably because when he did come back to the old homestead, he spent a lot of his time working on her.
"This is yours?"
"Yep, she's been mine since I found her in a junk yard." He said as he gave the hood a good smack.
"A junk yard?" Angel's brow raised. "You must have done some work on her."
"Sure did." Every day for two years. He said thinking back to those glorious times while working on this beauty of a car in the small falling down garage back in Cincinnati.
"She's pretty." Angel said as she ran her hand very carefully up the hood.
"And she's not all looks." He smirked. "She had some real attitude."
"Just like you."
Dean let out a snicker as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the driver door. Leaning across the inside of the car, he unlocked the passenger door and opened it for her. "My lady."
"Thank you, sir." She smiled as she got into the car.
"Ready for this?"
"Ready!"
He started the car and let her purr for a few seconds before pulling out of the apartment's parking garage, making sure to burn a little rubber in the process.
As they flew through the backstreet of Las Vegas, Angel laughed and leaned back in her seat, looking oh so relaxed. Which made him smile. By the time they got to his normal dive, she was laying back in her seat, letting the wind from her window blow through her hair. He almost wanted to blast past the place and keep driving just so he could keep looking at the sight, but his stomach overruled that.
"That was nice." She smiled, as he pulled into a parking spot. "It's so nice not to be in a rental car that smells like Febreze."
"I'm glad that you enjoyed the ride." He said as he popped open his door. "Now, I hope you like this place."
Angel leaned down so she could see the building, though the windshield. "If everything you were telling me about this place is even the slight bit true, then I'll love it."
Quickly, they both got out of the car and walked up to the front door of the restaurant. Dean opened the door and turned to let her past.
"First a breath-taking ride and now you're holding the door open for me." Angel smiled as she walked past him. "I'm a lucky girl."
"Just you wait." He winked. "I'll show you how lucky you are." He teased her, making her blush.
They made their way up to the hostess podium and the girl behind it looked up with a smile. "Welcome to…" Her eyes flashed with recognition. "Oh hey! Dean, long time no see."
Dean smiled at the girl. "Yeah, just got back." He had been coming here for so long that most of the staff knew him by name.
The hostess eyes darted from Angel and back, her smile grew. "Table for two this time?"
"Yeah, thanks."
She gathered up two menus and gestured for them for follow her back through the small restaurant. "Here you go." The hostess said as he placed the menu's down. "Enjoy."
"Thanks." Angel smiled as she took a seat. "Wow, they know you by name here."
"Yeah." He nodded. "This is one of my favorite spots." That and I tried to sleep with her before. He pursed his lips hoping that Angel would never find out about that. Ever. He knew she already knew he was a ladies' man, but she didn't need to know how much. Or how little time there was between him being one and them becoming a thing.
"Oh hi, Dean." He heard the southern draw of his normal waitress Kelly as two waters were placed on the table in front of them. "Home for once I see."
Realizing that bring Angel here might have been a bad idea, he nodded his head. "Yeah, just got back."
"Good, good." Kelly nodded as her eyes locked onto Angel. "And you brought a friend, this time. That's rare."
Both women stood there awkwardly, and he sighed. "Kelly, this is my girlfriend Angel. Angel this is Kelly…."
"Oh my god!" Kelly's eyes widened. "This is Angel?! I've heard so much about you."
"Oh?" A worried look came to Angel's face.
A smug smiled filled Kelly's face. "Come with the perks of serving people drinks. They drink and drink and then spill their guts about anything and everything. And you ma'am, have been the one thing this one has been talking about lately." She said gesturing towards him with her pen.
Dean couldn't stop the groan that worked its way out of him. "Isn't there some sort of waitress/client confidentiality clause or something?"
"Dean, I'm not a doctor." Kelly rolled her eyes at him before turning back towards Angel. "So, tell me, is it true that you got hit by another male wrestler?"
Angel was clearly taken back as she nodded her head. "Yeah…"
"Wow." Kelly shook her head. "You know, I heard of some weird ways of meeting your significant other, but I have to say your story tops the cake." She whistled. "This one was livid when he came home after that." She kept going. "I mean, he put a hole in the bar with his fork, who does that. And I won't get started about what he said about the man who hit you."
"Hey, Kelly!" Dean snapped. "How about some food."
She turned towards him and sighed as she pulled the small tablet out of her pocket. "Fine, can I get you guys something other than water to drink?"
"Whisky."
"Right, your normal." Kelly wrote something down on her tablet. "And you sweetheart?"
"I'll have… a coke?"
"Alright, I'll be right back with your drinks."
"Maybe it wasn't smart to bring you here." He sighed once Kelly was out of ear shot.
"No!" Angel laughed. "I'm glad you did. I like the fact I get to see this side of you." Dean raised a brow but didn't question her.
A little later, Kelly came back with the drinks and gave Angel one more earful about how he once embarrassed himself by talking about her in his old vest, and how he couldn't understand how he found her that attractive in it.
He had to threaten to break more silverware to get her to leave. I'm never drinking here again. He wasn't sure what all he told her in his drunk spats, but he was starting to get worried that there was something really embarrassing about to come out of the server's mouth.
When he looked back at Angel, he noticed that she was slightly fidgeting in her seat. Maybe she was feeling as awkward as he was about all this. Though judging by the way, she was laughing and smiling as Kelly told her all his secrets, he was going to say she was enjoying it.
"You alright?"
"Yeah." She sighed as a blush worked its way onto her face. "I forgot to use the restroom at your place." She stood up. "I'll be right back."
He nodded his head and pointed her towards where the bathroom where.
When she left, Dean let out a huge breath. This was not the way he pictured this going. Although looking back, he should have. He knew that he rambled about work and his personal life to Kelly, using her as a therapist for all the shit that's been happening lately. Knew that Angel was one of those topics. He also knew that Kelly wasn't a soft-spoken woman, found that out when she told him she would roast his balls if he kept breaking things. So, it shouldn't be a shock that she would tell Angel everything.
"This was a bad idea." He took a wing of his drink.
"Moxley?"
A really bad idea! His eyes widened as a familiar voice called him by his indie name. Which meant one thing. Sami Callihan. His old indie wrestling partner.
Dean turned towards where the voice came from and almost let out a loud groan when he saw Sami making his way up to the table with a huge grin on his face.
"Hey Sami." He tried his hardest to force a smile on his face.
"Wow man! I knew you lived in Las Vegas, but I never imagined that I would run into you here." Sami said sounding baffled.
"Yeah, what are the chances." Apparently, whatever they were, they were against him. Dean gritted his teeth as he watched Sami take Angel's seat. Acting as if he owned the place. Just like he always did.
"So, how have you been? I heard your WWE run as been going good?"
Dean nodded. "I'm doing well."
"That's good." Sami played with Angel's unopened straw. "I haven't been able to keep up with WWE, so I wasn't sure how they were treating you."
"They're treating me just fine." Apart from the Authority, who were taking the time to fuck him at every chance. And without buying me dinner first. "What about you?"
"Me?" Sami smiled. "Yeah, I'm doing good. Real good. In town for a show in fact."
Dean took a swig of his drink; he couldn't stand the awkwardness between the two of them. There was a reason the two spilt a long time ago. Now it wasn't like they hated each other or had some sort of beef between the two of them, no Sami had just been a bad influence. And after running with him in CZW, Dean had started to downward spiral and it wasn't pretty.
Not to mention that Sami wasn't very happy when Dean was the one called up to WWE. I can't believe it, I'm the one who taught you everything about the hardcore world and you're the one getting the raise. He could still hear Sami bitching.
"I'm back." Angel's voice hit him; and instantly his gut fell.
This was the last thing that he had ever wanted. Kelly might tell her everything that he had said about her. But Sami, Sami would say anything and everything. And he knew all his darkest moments. All his worse habits.
As he knew it would, Sami's head swung around and his eyes locked right on Angel. "Well hello there." He smirked in such a way that Dean had to fight the urge to get up and toss him across the restaurant.
He knew that smirk, he saw it many times in the past. It was one that he would give the ring rats and the street girls while on the road. It was the smirk that he used to get drugs, to get booze, to get girls to fall into his bed. And now it was aimed right at his girl.
"Are you a friend of Moxley's?"
"Moxley?" Angel questioned. "Oh! Yeah, you could say that."
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you." Sami said as he offered her his hand as the bastard put on the charm. "Sami Callihan. I used to be Mox…Dean's old tag partner way back when." Dean almost choked as his real name came out of Sami's mouth.
Angel smiled sweetly at the man as she shook his hand and Dean kind of wished she didn't. Who knows where that hand had been? Probably on a woman's crotch, or in a bucket of drugs. Or both.
"It's nice to meet you, I'm Angel Miles…"
"Man, you hot." Sami cut her off. "Isn't she, Mox." He glanced quickly over his shoulder.
Dean's mouth twitch and his shoulder jumped on its own. "Yeah, she is."
Angel blushed.
"Aw, her faces get so red, it's cute." Sami whistled. "When did you get into innocent girls?" He looked her up and down. "Though, I can see why you did."
"Sami." Dean growled as he reached for his fork. "Be careful of what you say next."
As his finger wrapped around the thing, Sami dropped his hand and backed away from the table. "Shit man didn't realize..." Sami put his hand up. "I thought…"
"I know what you thought." He thought that she was just another bitch that Dean was fucking. One that he would be willing to share like they used to. Never.
"Sami!" A giggle came from the bar. "Come on! We're leaving."
Not letting go of the fork, Dean looked back to see two women standing there dressed for a late night on the strip. Same old Sami.
Sami's demeanor changed completely as he turned towards the girls. "Coming!" He called. "Well as you see, I need to head out." He said raising his brows a couple of time. "But it was nice seeing you again man, we really need to catch up."
"Yeah, sure. Sounds good." Dean scoffed.
"Oh! And it was nice to meet you as well." Sami winked before instantly running off towards the two woman who were already heading out the doors. "Wait for me ladies."
A.A.A.
Angel took a moment to process what had just happened as she watched the strange looking man run towards the door after the two giggly women.
"Sorry about him." Dean let out a breath.
Turning her attention back to him, Angel took her seat. "So, he's an old friend?"
Dean shook his head. "Sorta. Sami is…well like he said, he's my old tag partner from back in CZW"
"Ah."
"Yeah we were called the Switchblade Conspiracy. If that give you any clue of how our team was. He was the New Face of Horror and I was well Moxley."
As she thought about the man that just walked out of the place Angel nodded. "That's a good name for him." She snickered…until she realized that she said it out loud. "Whoops, was that too mean?"
Dean smirked. "Nah, he was sizing you up for a snack. So, you're allowed to be as rude as you want."
Frowning at the fact that that man was sizing her up, Angel looked down at the table to see that Dean still had his hand gripped on his fork. "You alright there?" She asked pointing at the man's white knuckles.
Dean glanced down before letting go of the thing like it burned him. "Yeah, I'm fine."
She glanced at the three pieces of silverware and laughed. "Out of everything you grabbed the fork. Not the knife like almost everyone else would."
Dean shrugged. "Old habits die hard." When she drew her brows together, he said. "Each hardcore wrestler had a weapon of choice, mine was a fork."
Her eyes widened. "A fork? Why?"
She didn't know much about hardcore wrestling, but a fork just seemed out of place knowing that just about anything was allowed in a match.
Dean pursed his lips and looked at if he was really thing about it. "You know, I don't know. All I can remember is that one day I was in a match with a guy named Nick Gage and that he had brought a fork in by smuggling in his boot. Then sometime during the match, I stole it and from there it became my permanent weapon."
"So, you stole a fork and went 'you know what, I like this.'"
"I guess? I don't really remember."
"Well, maybe that's because you took too many light tubes to the head?"
He laughed. "So, you have watched some of my matches."
"Nope," She shook her head. "Just a guess."
His brow rose. "You haven't checked out anything about me from back then?"
"Nope."
"Scared?"
She shook her head. "I'm not scared." She was a little scared. "I just never think about it when I have time."
"Well we have time this week." He pointed out. "And if you want, I have some of my old matches on tape."
She thought about it. On one hand, she really didn't want to watch Dean in a deathmatch, but on the other it might be fun to watch them with him. "Maybe."
"Come on." Dean chuckled as Kelly set their food down on the table. "We'll start with a tame one."
"Whatever you guys are talking about, it sounds kinky." Kelly laughed as she picked up Dean's empty glass.
Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to get Angel to watch some of my old deathmatches."
Her eyes widened. "Oh honey." Kelly shook her head. "I hope you have a tough stomach. Or this…" She gestured to their food. "This will end up coming up for seconds."
"Don't scare her."
"I'm just warning her. Some of them are brutal." She's watched his old matches? "Like the one with the saw."
"I wasn't going to show her that one."
"Good." Kelly shivered. "It took me a few tries to get through that one."
"You've seen his indie matches?" She asked.
Kelly nodded. "When a customer comes in talking about being something so outlandish as being a pro wrestler, who's on TV every other night, I make sure to look them up."
Did everyone but Angel think to look up Dean when they first met him? What happened to getting to know a guy in real life…But what do you really know about that? Angel asked herself, realizing that she wasn't a relationship expert.
Maybe she should watch his indie matches. Especially if everyone else had.
…
However, when they got back to Dean's place Angel found herself regretting her decision. Because now she was sitting on the couch with Dean, watching one of his matches from back in CZW. And she couldn't believe her eyes.
This was supposed to be a tame one.
The match they were watching was from back in 2010 and was called 'Southern Violence'. And Angel didn't know how to process it.
First off, Dean was wearing a white wife beater and jeans in the ring, which was complexly different from his normal black on black.
And then, there was all the blood.
The match started out the same way as many of the three ways she had seen. Well other than the fact that Dean came out wearing a cowboy hat, yelling about it being 'Southern Violence'.
Then it quickly turned into light tubs galore. Which she was started to realize was the reason that he picked this match to start her with. Because she had brought up light tubes at dinner, thank god she didn't say anything about glass or thumbtacks.
When blood started to pour from Dean's forehead, she turned towards the man who was nonchalant sitting there next to her while drinking a beer. Her eyes locked right on where the cut was in the past. Now that she was looking super close, she could see very small scars that lined his forehead.
How didn't she notice them before? She questioned as he realized that if she looked at his body like this, she would find more than just the two impressive scars on his back.
He glanced over at her and raised a brow. "What?"
"I'm amazed that you don't have serious scars on your face."
He nodded. "I was lucky, some guys get really messed up by these matches."
"You call that lucky." She pointed to the screen.
"I meant with the scaring."
By the end of the match, she didn't know if she was into the whole deathmatch thing or if she wanted to bleach her eyes out and never watch another one again.
"So, what do you think?" Dean asked as he paused the tape.
"What do I think?" Angel shook her head. "I think you're crazy."
"That's nothing." He laughed. "Wait until you see some of the really bad stuff."
"Like the one with the saw?"
"Yep."
"Maybe, next time." She said not knowing if her stomach or head cold take anymore.
He chuckled. "Didn't like it?"
Angel rubbed her eyes. "I don't really know. I'm still processing it." She answered honestly. "I might have liked it more if you wouldn't have gone through all that just to lose."
"Eh, it happens."
Taking a drink of her water, she glanced at the TV that showed a paused picture of Dean covered in blood while leaning against a few chairs. Even as old as the tape was, that red stood out so bold on the screen.
"Now what?" Dean asked as he stretched himself out, placing his feet on the table. "We can watch another match. It doesn't have to me mine. I've got a few older WWE and WCW videos."
"Or we could watch a movie." He draped his arm over the back of the couch.
When she looked at him, she wanted to sigh because of how masculine he looked relaxing with a beer in his hand. "I think I have a deck of cards around here somewhere, or if you really want, we can go hit the strip."
Angel let his voice trail off as her eyes locked onto his mouth. She traced those soft but firm lips and noticed the small dusting of stubble that had been growing throughout the day.
"Fuck me." Dean groaned.
"Huh?" She shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Sorry, I was spacing out."
"I could tell." He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "You drive me nuts every time you bite your lip."
Was she biting her lip? "Oh, sorry."
"Don't be." He told her. "Never be sorry for that."
"Why?"
Dean chuckled. "Why would you need to be sorry for turning me on? I should be saying sorry to you."
Angel cocked her head. "I don't understand, why should you be sorry?"
"Because my depraved mind keeps turning every little thing you do into something overly sexual. Even the most innocent gestures can make my mind run wild."
Angel's heart started to pound. She had never been known as a sexual person. In fact, she had been told many times that she was too innocent. So, it was hard to believe that she could turn on someone like Dean Ambrose. The ladies' man of the Shield. If half of what Seth and Roman had told her was true, then Dean was able to get any girl he wanted with just one of his breath-taking smirks. And that he normally didn't waste his time with 'good girls'.
Which made the fact that just her biting her lip could drive Dean crazy all the more thrilling. And she wanted to know how to do it more.
"You like that, don't you?" Dean snickered "You like that you can get me going with just a bite of your lip."
She felt her face grow hot, but she couldn't stop herself from letting out a small smile. "Maybe."
"Man." He shook his head. "You never cease to amaze me."
"Well, not many people have told me that I can make their mind run wild." She answered honestly. "In fact, even you once said that I was too innocent."
Dean scoffed and rubbed the back of his neck. "I've long changed my mind on that one." He moved a piece of her long hair behind her ear. She saw his eyes flicker to her mouth for a moment and it fascinated her.
"You're biting your lip again." He told her. "What are you thinking of?"
"N-nothing."
Dean turned towards her completely, dropping his feet off the table and putting his beer on the floor. "Nothing?" He pursed his lips as he moved closer to her. "It doesn't seem like nothing. What keeps making my little minx bite her lip?"
Minx? Me?
She didn't know how to answer him. Didn't know how to explain that she was curious about his reactions to her. But she opened her mouth to answer anyway. Only for her mind to go blank once again when she looked into his striking blue eyes.
"Kiss me."
Dean blinked. "That wasn't the answer I was expecting. But I'll take it." He said as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into him, smashing his lips against hers.
Angel's body jumped as she happily welcomed the warmth that came with each and every movement of his lips. He seemed to be kissing her with all the pent-up energy that he had been building over the last few weeks. Boy there was a lot of it, and it only grew as he quickened the pace. She could barely keep up with him.
The kiss was intoxicating, and it wasn't just because of the taste of beer that rushed as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. With each swipe of that tongue, Dean's hands rubbed a new part of her body. At first it was her face, then her neck, then each of her arms. Everywhere he touched, he left her tingling. Which only got worse, when his hand found its way under her shirt.
She locked onto the sensation of his rough palm on her skin as his hand snaked upwards, edging so close to her bra. When she felt his fingers run along the bottom, she wondered what Dean was going to do next. As electricity shot through her, she got her answer. He pushed his hand right under the fabric and fully cupped her.
He then ran a thumb over her nipple making her gasp into the kiss.
"Something wrong, darling?" He chuckled as he moved his lips to her neck. "You know we're just getting started." He warned as he roughly pushed her shirt and bra up so that they hung around her neck.
"Dean…" She trailed off as the man's mouth disappeared from her neck and started to trail down the newly revealed skin.
D.D.D.
Ecstatic wouldn't even describe just how Dean was feeling right now. No there had to be another word for it. One that he didn't know.
All he knew was that he needed to feel this after the month of shit that he had. He needed Angel in his arms, squirming like this. And this was just the start of what he had planned for her. His mind was going wild with ideas.
Dean nudged himself between her thighs and she opened her legs wide for him. Delicious. He smirked against her skin. He adored the way their bodies fit together like this; it was like he was made to be between her legs.
Leaning even more into her, he continued his kisses around her chest until he got to one of her lovely perk nipples that were waiting for his attention. Looking through his lashes, Dean watched her reaction as he gave her a flick of his tongue.
She gasped and threw her head back.
At the moment he went nuts. He wanted more. Needed more. As he attacked her poor throbbing nipple, he used his free hand to work his way down to the top of her jeans.
When his fingers hit the top of the denim, he let out a growl. He gave her a tug and released her abused nipple. "These, these have to go." He pulled on her belt loop making her buck up towards him.
Angel panted as she raised her head to look at him. He watched as she slowly came to her senses. She pushed herself up slightly, giving him a better view of her glistening tits. "Then, this needs to come off too." She pulled on his shirt.
He smirked. "Easy." He ripped the thing off and threw it only god knew where. However, before he was able to move or do anything, Angel's hands were on his chest. Her small, soft, curious hands and it was almost his undoing.
Just like she had done before, she traced down his peck and abs; only stopping as her fingertips reached the waistband of his pants. Then she started that agonizingly slow journey back up to his pecks. On her second pass, he thought she was going to stop at his waistband again but instead she allowed her fingers to swipe under both is jeans and his befits.
His brain seemed to snap as he let out a curse.
Roughly, he grabbed both of her arms and pinned them up over her head, as he kissed her again. It was a quick and heated kiss that had her whimpering when he pulled away.
"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
"Good."
Keeping her pinned with one hand, he reached down with the other and fumbled to get her pants undone. Smirking at himself, he lifted her bottom off the couch and pulled her jeans down as far down as he could with him between her legs.
Groaning he looked from the blush on her face to her pretty little green panties. It had been awhile since he got a taste of her and boy oh boy, he was about to right that wrong. Licking his lips, he jumped up so that he could pull her jeans down the rest of the way. And just when he went to kneel by the side of the couch, something crossed his mind. That same strange thought that went through his mind last time. He wanted her in his bed…now!
Without warning, he reached down and wrapped his arms around her, picking her up off the couch.
"Dean!" She squealed as she clung to him. "What are you doing?"
"Changing the scenery." He said as he started towards his bedroom. Though the journey was harder than he thought it be. With each step, their bodies ground together in all the right places. Thank god his apartment was small, or he would never make it to his room.
When he finally got to his bedroom, he practically flung her onto his bed. He did feel a bit bad for being a little rough with her, but he couldn't stop himself. His needing was just too great.
Angel let out a squeal as she landed on the bed. Her hair tousled, her shirt and bra askew, she looked like a treat. One that he was about to devoured.
Dean climbed up onto the bed and grabbed her ankles so that there was no way for her to disappear. "Where you going?" He growled as he pulled her towards the foot of the bed.
"No…nowhere!" She gasped as her feet fell off the edge of the bed.
"God damn it, Angel." His heart twisted as the sight under him. He never thought seeing a woman in his bed like this could feel so good, but as he stared at Angel's pale frame up against his dark bedding, he felt content like he had never before.
A.A.A.
Angel wiggled around as she looked up into Dean's eyes. The promise of a wicked night filled those eyes. And she wanted it. All of it.
Though she also wanted to untangle herself from her bra and shirt. Sitting up slowly, she took them both off. Dean watched her with those intense eyes. She could feel those stunning blue eyes on her as he watched her every movement. Could feel them flicker from her mouth to her chest. She could feel them as much as she could feel his fingers gripping on her bare thighs.
After her shirt and bra were gone, Angel leaned forward and kissed the only part of him that she could reach, which was his shoulder. She rubbed his arm with her cheek before giving him a little nip.
Dean groaned as his hand snapped up to the back of her head keeping her against his arm. "Again."
"Huh?" She murmured against his skin.
"Do it again." He ordered.
With a second of hesitation, she glanced up at him as she gave a him a little lick before she bit him. She was rewarded with another moan.
When she went to do it again, Dean grabbed both her shoulders and pushed back into the bed, his mouth slamming down on hers. She let out a giggled into the kiss, which earned her a small growl and a nip on the bottom lip.
"Ouch."
"What? You bite your lip so much it made me want too." Dean's voice was rough.
When he pulled back, he grabbed her legs once again. Giving her that tantalizing smirk, he pulled her towards him. Anticipation hit her hard as he sunk lower onto lower onto the bed so that his face was against her knee.
Still keep eye contact he turned his head towards her leg and nipped her again this time harder.
"Dean!"
"Ever since the last time, I've been dying to taste you again." He growled against her skin. "And Angel…" She raised a brow. "I didn't get to have my dessert before."
She went to snicker but couldn't because her breath caught suddenly in her lungs as Dean dropped off the bed so that he was kneeling on the floor. Dean Ambrose was on the floor in front of her and he looked like he was going mad as he looked at her.
She was too busy looking at his face to even notice that he moved his hand towards her, that was until she felt the oh so light touch against her underwear.
She jumped at the first contact, but as he kept making small paths around on the outside of the only piece of cloth that she had on her, she started to relax into his touch. Her head fell back completely against the mattress and she had to fight to keep her eyes open.
Just as her fight was about to be lost, her body leaped from the bed as something warm and wet ran up her. She quickly glanced down but all she could see was the top of Dean's head and the messy brown curls that sat on top of it.
Though it didn't matter if she couldn't see, she already knew what that feeling was. She remembered it so clearly from the last time. When he finally looked up, Dean had a goofy but sexy smirk on his face as he rubbed his thumb along his bottom lip before licking it.
"Just as sweet as I remembered." Dean said with a ragged voice before he set into her once more.
Even though she was expecting it, her body lurched forward as his tongue met her. With each of his strong laps against her, her body melted against him more and more. Until she felt like nothing but a pool of warm ecstasy.
Wetness flooded her as she was thrashed her head back and forth against his black bedding. She was going insane. His scent was all around her, invading her, making her dizzy.
Locking her vision on the ceiling, she tired her hardest to get her mind to stay with her, but that talented tongue played with her clit; she lost the last shred of hope to keep her mind.
"Dean!"
D.D.D.
Dean groaned as he lapped at Angel's sex. He was in heaven. He had to be.
He glanced up at Angel and saw that her eyes were shut as she thrashed her head back and forth. Her brown hair splayed out around her.
He then glanced down at his treat that laid in front of him and boy was it a sight. Her little pussy was drenched from her lust and his tongue, her little clit was so swollen that he had to wonder if it ached her.
He blew against it, she let out a small groan as she rolled her hips.
When he parted her with his fingers to give him a better view of what he wanted, he let out of a moan. He could see where he would kill to be. God, he wanted to sit there and set in on her, teasing her until she begged for him to let her come.
Settling between her legs, he trailed his lips up her thigh, kissing, nipping, sucking, and licking every part of her skin he could. "You're getting wetter before my eyes." He teased her.
She wiggled and gave a whimper.
"What, darling?" He asked as he lashed against her sensitive bud. She undulated for more. And he answered by nuzzle her drenched lips. She was soft as silk and tasted like the sweetest honey he had ever tasted. And she's all mine.
With a few more laps, she was already breathing shallow and her hips started to move to meet each of licks. When she gave a sharp moan, he knew that she was just moments away from coming.
Though he wasn't sure if she should tease her more or let her come. However, when he showed any signs of pulling away from her, Angel reached down and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him closer.
Fuck. He groaned against her, which only made the woman grip onto him tighter. Sparks of pleasure shot through him, as her nails dug into his sculp. When her whole body went tense, he looked up to see her giving a soundless cry.
God this woman.
He wanted her. Wanted her now. Right now. He jumped up on the bed and wedged himself between her legs. Even with his jeans on he could feel her heat against him. It made him want to rip his jeans off and sink himself right into her, all the way to the hilt.
But he couldn't. Not yet.
"Don't fall asleep on me, sweetheart." He snickered as he fell onto of her and started his trail of kisses. "Angel." Was that his voice that sounded like someone racked his voice box over glass?
"Huh?" She said sounded super dazed. Damn it! I'm trying to do the right thing, here. He cursed when she threw her arm up over her head. She looked like a well satisfied angel.
"Hey!" He called loudly, getting her attention. "I need you to look at me."
"I am." She said as she looked at him with those half-opened eyes.
He inhaled sharply. "I need to know Angel; are you ok with this?"
"I'm I ok with what?" She cocked her head.
"This?" Dean pointed down to where her legs wrapped around his hips. Though when he still got that slightly confused look from her, he let out a sigh and rocked his body into hers. "This."
"Oh!" She jumped slightly. "Sorry, my mind is a little fuzzy."
"Got that." He chuckled. "So, how about it? Are we up for this?"
The fog seemed to lift from those hazel eyes, and she rose up on her still shaking arms. Dean just knelt there, waiting for any sign, anything. He didn't think she was the type that was going to come out and say 'fuck me' but he needed to know.
He knew this was important to her. She was always worrying about how fast their relationship was going, he didn't want her to regret this.
His eyes widened as he felt something yanking at his jeans. Eyes drifted downwards; his eyes locked onto Angel's hands that were gripping hard on his belt.
"These. Off. Now." She looked him right in the eyes.
A.A.A
She watched as the sexiest smirk that she had ever seen came to Dean's face. She knew she surprise him with her bold actions. But this was what she wanted. "Yes ma'am." He said as he worked off his belt and jeans.
She watched each of his movement, not waiting to miss the reveal. She had finally gotten her answer to the question that was racking her brain since she agreed to come to Vegas with him. Was she ready to sleep with him? Was she ready to have sex with Dean?
Yes.
She had gotten her answer the moment he asked the her. The moment he so sweetly made sure this was what she wanted. No pressure. Nothing. Just a question that he was honestly looking for the answer.
"So," Dean's voice brought her back to the moment. "Do you want just the jeans off or all of it?"
Her eyes drifted down to see that he was standing there his jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped. What did she want? She wanted him. "All."
Quickly, without hesitation he pulled both the jeans and briefs down. The man was pure pride as he stood there everything exposed. All those muscles lead down to a deep v and that wonderous erection. He was gorgeous. Her god of virility was back.
As she looked at the man's body, another thought entered her mind. As much as she was ready to take this step with him, she was inexperienced. And the last time she had sex was a long time ago. Meaning this wasn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows. And that was without adding in the fact that Dean Ambrose was very well endowed.
The excitement and need that filled her before started to die. "Dean….um."
He walked back towards the bed, cocking his head as he got on it. "What? Changed your mind?"
She sharply shook her head. "It's not that…it's just…"
"I get it." He smiled as her as he returned to his space between her legs. This time she could feel his skin against her inner thighs, and it made her almost forget about her worries. "Just lay back, relax, and let me take care of you."
Trust him. She told herself as she did just that. She let her eyes slide shut and she drew in a deep breath. However, the deep breath didn't make it to her lungs as she felt an electrifying swipe over her clitoris.
Pleasure racked through her again and again.
She moaned; Dean chuckled. "That's my good girl."
Her body reached that mountain peak again and just when she thought he was about to send her over once more, he stopped. But only to slowly and gently ease a finger into her.
Angel felt her body tense at first but after a moment, she calmed and accepted him. She opened her eyes and looked up to see Dean staring down at her. Their eyes locked as Dean stirred his finger inside her, testing her. Teasing her.
When she had to make the effort to keep her eyes open, he quickly leaned down and took her mouth hard in a quick but scotching kiss. It was like he was trying to brand her, her soul and her mind.
His blazing hot tongue ran from her mouth, down her neck, to her chest; where he parked himself like a man who wasn't leaving any time soon. Giving her a glance, he nuzzled against her before he drew her into his mouth.
She cried out as both his mouth and his finger worked that fire in her stomach back up. And she began to melt for him all over again.
"More?" He rasped against her nipple.
"More." She answered absentmindedly. God, she would take anything this man had to give her. At least that's what she thought until she felt a twinge of uncomfortable stretching. Her mind snapped back to reality as she felt him pressing a second finger into her.
"Relax." He soothed her as he tenderly kissed the dip between her breast.
Angel nodded and took a deep breath, allowing herself to surrender to him once more. After a moment, he slowly started to thrust his fingers in and out of her as he rubbed his thumb over her clit.
She didn't know when it happened but soon she was panting. Craving the fullness that was within her.
"More?" He asked once more.
"More!"
He picked up his speed and she cried out as something sparked inside of her. Confused, her eyes darted around only for it happen again and again and again. Every time his fingers hit a certain spot.
For the fourth time tonight, she felt herself dancing on the razors edge. The pressure and tightness getting so great she thought she was going pop as she thrashed around on the bed.
However, before she could find the sweet release, Dean stopped. Once again denying her that rush.
Whimpering, she opened her eyes and looked up at the man. Why would he stop? She didn't want him to stop.
"Give me a second." He chuckled as he shifted above her.
She watched though her heavy lids as he leaned over the side of the bed. Cocking her head, she tired to see what he was doing. But as something warm rubbed against her leg. Her eyes drifted downward, and she was instantly transfixed.
Dean's length was against her. His skin warm and taut. She could feel him pulse against her.
"You're biting your lip again."
Angel jumped and looked to see that Dean had maneuvered himself back to where he was only now, he was holding a shiny wrapper in his hands. "Ummm…" She blushed.
He chuckled as he used his teeth to open the wrapper in his hand, that's when she realized that he had grabbed a condom.
This is really happening. She thought as she let herself fall back on the bed.
Suddenly his face entered her vision and she gasped, though it was muffed as he kissed her once more. She gladly returned the blazing kiss, their tongues tangled, their breaths became one and she loved every moment of it. Loved lapping up his groans and shivers that he let out each time her tongue met his.
Sometime during the kiss, his fingers returned to her. She moaned and moved against him. That was until there was a pressure that she wasn't used to against her core. Her body froze as she comprehended what it was. However, he didn't let her focus to hard as both is fingers and mouth tried to keep her right where he needed her, senseless.
Then came that uncomfortable stretching and overwhelming fullness again, only this time is was worse. Much worse. This time it came with pain.
She frowned against his lips. "Shhhh, Baby. Relax."
"I-I am."
"You're so tight." Dean gritted through his teeth. "Shit."
Maybe, this was a bad idea? Angel started to regret her decision. Maybe she should have waited longer and took the time to prepare herself. Though she knew since she wasn't used to sex, that no matter what this was going to be uncomfortable, that it was going to hurt.
Just a bit longer.
D.D.D
Dean body was the tensest it had ever been as he eased into Angel. He was trying his hardest not to thrust home and bury every inch of himself inside her hot, tight, little pussy. God she was so tight.
When he saw her face twist in pain, guilt hit him. "Are you ok?" He asked.
She slowly nodded her head, but her clench eyes said another thing.
"Do you want me to stop?"
She looked like she was really thinking about it before she shook her head. "No…ju-just give me some time to get used to you."
As he held himself as still as he could, he tried to ease her in any way he was able to. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, kissed her anywhere he could, and even took her pretty little nipple into his mouth.
She started to relax slightly but it was enough.
Think, Ambrose. He yelled at himself. He hated to see her in pain and hated even more that he was the reason for it.
Picking his head up from her chest, he looked at her face and saw that she was now biting her hand. "Don't do that." He grabbed her arms and made her latch onto his shoulders. "Hold on to me. I don't care if you dig your nails into my shoulders or bite my arm. Do anything you have to do to help. Give me some of your pain."
Angel did what he told her to and dug her nails into his shoulders hard, making his muscles jump as he held himself up. But he didn't care. If it helped her, then he would take it.
When he gave a small roll of his hips, trying to test her, she inhaled sharply, and she gripped on him harder. Fuck!
There must be a better way. He was having a hard time keep himself still and his arms were threatening to give up on him.
Think Ambrose!
His mind seemed to jump start itself. Grabbing her, he flipped them both over so that he was on his back and she was sitting over him. Cowgirl style.
"Dean!" She gasped. "I..I don't…I don't."
He put a hand on her panicking face. "Shhhh, calm down. This way you can control what's going on. Everything is at your pace." He gave her a half smile. "But don't forget," He grabbed her hands and placed them on his pecks. "I want you to give me some of your pain." He pushed her nails into himself before letting go and dropping his hands over his head.
Letting his eyes close, Dean tried to ignore the wet, heat that he wanted to so desperately to sink into as well as the aching pain that rocked his body. Don't grab her hips. Don't. Grab. Her. Hips.
He laid there struggling for his control for what felt like forever, when he felt Angel move above him. It was just a twitch, but it was heaven to him.
Eyes flashing open, he watched as she shifted herself around and adjusted the weight on her arms. He cocked his head slightly so that he could look at her face under all of her hair. He could see that most of the pain and tension that was there was gone.
"Angel…."
He gasped as she twisted her hips again. Fuuck.
Gripping his own arms, he watched Angel trying to figure out what she would do next. Much to his surprise, she pushed herself up slightly, her wetness slipping up him until only the very tip was still in her. He could see as her eyes flashed with something before, she slowly let herself slide back down. Taking him even farther than before.
Dean's eyes rolled back into his head as a noise echoed through the room. Had Angel just…His eyes opened, and he looked up at the woman above him. Had she just moaned?
When Angel looked down at him, Dean's heart jump and his cock twitched. Inside of those hazel orbs were so many feelings. Lust. Need. Want. Were at the top and they were all aimed at him.
Eyes locked, she slowly drew herself up again. Making him hiss. Dear god, Angel was using him to find her own pleasure and it was fascinating and hot as hell.
I'm not going to last long. He sighed as she sunk down at him.
Taking a deep breath, he fought the urge to grab her hips and buck up into her. Though when she moaned again his control slipped and his hand snapped to her thighs, pushing her down even more.
Fuuck. He moaned.
A.A.A
Angel's cried out loudly as Dean filled her completely. The uncomfortable feel was gone and now all that was left in its way was that wonderful feeling of fullness mixed with tantalizing pleasure that she got more and more of each time she rose and fell on his cock.
Dean gave a hearty chuckle. "You liked that."
She did.
When she didn't answer him verbally, Dean drew her up his length himself only to clamp her down, hard. She cried out again. "What was that? How am I supposed to know what you want if you don't tell me?"
This was just like back during WrestleMania week, when he made her say that she wanted a kiss before he would kiss her. What would he do this time? It dawned on her as Dean went very still, not moving a muscle other than the throbbing of his shaft wedged deep inside her. He was going to stop. She whimpered at the thought.
"What darling?"
"Please." She said mustering up her nerves. "Please…"
"Please what." He rolled his hips slowly.
Oh! He was playing with her, teasing her. Two can play at that. She looked him dead in the eyes and bit her lip. "Please Dean," She pouted. "I need more. I need you."
Those blue eyes went wider then she had ever seen them, then they slid shut as he let out a moan. "As you wish."
Using the hands on her hips, he lifted her all the way up, leaving behind an empty feeling, before he slammed her down with enough force that her teeth clicked together. "Oh god!" She gasped as she threw her head back. The same spark of pleasure that she had felt with his fingers now ran through her anew.
He had found that spot again.
A wicked smirk appeared on Dean's face as he hit it again and again, until she couldn't keep herself up anymore. Angel slumped forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
She felt Dean contort himself to kiss along her neck as he bucked his hips. His mouth hot on her skin, his cock hot inside of her. She truly thought she was melting.
D.D.D
Hips firing like a piston, Dean reveled in the feeling of Angel. Is was slick, warm, wet and soft on him and he wanted more.
A sweet moan came from the woman above him as he attacked a particular spot on her neck. "There it is." He mumbled against her. "Thought I lost it." He set back in.
He had to fight himself as Angel squirmed on him. He could already feel himself ready to come. Could feel his seed rising to be given to the beautiful girl. But he wanted to make this last for her. Wanted to make sure that this was good for her.
You sap. He laughed at himself. This was so different, it felt different. Felt so god damn better.
When Angel wiggled her hip to one of his thrust, Dean groaned and pressed her down making her call out. "Hold on." He told her. "Not going to make it much longer."
She didn't seem to hear him as she tried to move on him again.
Wanton little minx! He had shown her pleasure and now she demanded it. Don't worry I'll give it to you baby. Grabbing her in his arm, he flipped them once again. Now he was in control.
After giving her a moment to readjusted to the movement, Dean leaned over her on straightened arms and gave her a kiss. As she sighed into his mouth, he started to move his hips again. Starting slow only to get faster and harder with each thrust.
It wasn't long before both of them were panting and grabbing onto each other in every way while he pumped into her and she raised her hips to meet him. Dean found himself clenching his fists as he tired to keep control.
She was so close, and he wanted to take her there before he got to come. But he was running out of time.
"Dean!" She gasped as his hand shot down to rub to clit.
It wasn't long until Angel was screaming loudly as she tried to catch her breath. She was so loud that he knew his neighbors could hear her, but he wasn't about to quiet her. He enjoyed in her total abandonment. Her arms flew everywhere, trying to grip anything and everything until they latched on him, digging in.
When he felt her sex clenching down on him, milking him, Dean's control slipped. Semen rapidly climbed up his shaft ready to be released.
"Shit." He grated. "Shit, fuck. Oh god."
He came hard.
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