Friends– Sometimes they just need a little friends with benefits.
Ft: Sheamus
"Good episode, Zi." Sheamus' text reads.
"Yeah, right," I think. I couldn't concentrate on my workout for Celtic Warrior Workouts. My mind wandering as my eyes wander my friends torso. Thoughts of taking him right there in front of the cameras crossing my mind. "Yeah, sorry I wasn't very talkative. Made you work hard for that one," I reply.
"Ya can't make it too easy for me." I can almost hear the man's chuckle.
"Talk later? Got a meet and greet."
"Sure."
Shaking myself as my mind replays the sight of my friend peeling his shirt over his head. The need to straddle the man and getting my release over and over a constant movie in my head. "I really need to get laid." Pulling myself back together, I make my way to the meeting room, waving at the screams of Zion as I settled in.
X
"Someone looks deep in thought."
I jump at the voice by my ear. Turning to find Sheamus, his face even with mine as I sit on the equipment box. "Don't you usually have two little puppies following you around," I attempt to smile.
His eyes study me before shifting to stand in front of me.
"Don't," I squeak as his hands hover over my thighs.
"Everything ok?" His back meets the wall across from me, his eyes boring into mine. "This mornin' was weird but I brushed that off. Now…" he motions at me vaguely as he trails off.
"Yeah."
"Don't lie."
"I'm…I'm not," I stutter.
"I know ya better than that," he smirks.
"Do you though," I attempt another smile.
"Yes. I do."
I open my mouth to respond.
"Don't lie to me, Zion. Please," he whispers.
"I'm just all in my head and my hormones are running wild lately."
He raises his eyebrow at me.
"Don't make me say it."
"Now I have to hear this."
"I'm horny, okay? I need to get laid and it's messing with my head."
"So, this morning was?"
"Is nothing I'm going to discuss. I'm fine," I slide from the equipment box. "Or I will be after awhile. See you around, Shea."
X
A knock at my hotel room door after I step in startles me. Checking the peephole, I grumble under my breath. "Yeah, Shea?"
"Let me in please."
Cracking the door, "What do you need?"
"To talk to ya."
"About?"
"Please/"
Opening the door completely, I move into the room. "If this is about our earlier conversation, I already told you I don't want to talk about it."
"I do."
"Well buddy, I don't care what you want."
"Random hookups are dangerous."
"Not talking about this."
"If you really need…something. You could take care of it yourself."
"One I said I wasn't talking about this. And two, I could but…and I'm talking about it…it's not the same. The real thing satisfies me for longer."
"I can do it."
"No, you can't."
"This started this morning with me so I know you find me attractive for some reason."
"One, you know you're attractive to every woman you encounter. Two, you are not the problem."
"What's that supposed to mean."
"It means that you don't find me attractive, Sheamus," I snap, moving to the far wall. "Which is fine under normal circumstances but for what you're suggesting…not going to work," I sigh, closing my eyes. Tears burn behind my lids stubbornly. Opening them I find Sheamus towering over me, studying my face. "What? You gonna argue with me?"
He shakes his head wordlessly.
"Then can this conversation be over now?"
He shakes his head again, grabbing my wrist gently.
"What is left to say?"
"Nothin'," he mumbles, studying my hand. Slowly he lowers my hand until it's pressed against his groin.
I swallow the gasp at what I find there, he strains against his jeans.
"That's just from the thought of you beneath me. Does that feel like I don't find you attractive?"
I giggle as his eyes close as I run my palm up and down testing his length despite myself.
"What's so funny?"
"It seems that you're in need of this too," I whisper.
"Maybe," he smirks, his hands coming up to cup my face. "So we're in agreement?"
"I think so," I smirk.
"Good," he sighs, lowering his mouth to mine.
I moan into the kiss, sliding my hand up and under his tee. My fingers trace the trembling muscles of his torso as his mouth slides to my throat, his fingers fumbling with my skirt. "Bed?"
He nods, his mouth not stopping their work of nipping at the skin. My skirt finally releasing its hold on me. Finally breaking from my skin, he glances down. "I knew it," he smirks. "You don't wear any panties."
"Just with these skirts. Too tight. Don't want to ruin the lines."
He chuckles, shaking his head before shoving me gently onto the bed. Slowly lowering himself to his knees between my knees, he looks up at me. "I'm going to take such good care of you," he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against my inner thigh.
I run my fingers through his hair. "I don't doubt that, Shea. Now shut up and…" a gasp cuts the end of the sentence as he starts to fuck me with his mouth.
He pulls back to smirk up at me, his thumb pressing against my clit causing me to arch. "What were ya saying?"
"Please," I whimper, trying to grind against his hand.
A groan rumbles through his chest as he dives back in. His tongue alternating between sliding against my clit and tonguing my hole. "Fuck," I breathe, tightening my grip in his hair. An orgasm already starting to build in my body. "Oh, fuck. God, Shea. Fuck," I snarl as my body begins to shake.
"Oh darlin'," he chuckles regaining his feet. My juices coating his chin "That was too easy." His hands go to the button of his jeans but mine beat him there. Fumbling with the button with shaky hands I finally get it loose and the denim pushed off his hips. His cock immediately springing free to stand inches from my mouth.
"Kettle meet pot," I smirk. Closing the distance, I run a flat tongue up his entire length before swirling a pointed tongue around his crown. He is already leaking precum. "I amend my earlier statement, you need this just as much as me." Hollowing my cheeks, I take as much of him into my mouth as I can before slowly starting to work him. Each grunt and groan sending heat between my thighs. His hips start to buck slightly each time I bottom out on him, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Already," I smile, popping him from my mouth.
"Pot meet kettle," he smirks, pulling me up his body. His mouth crashing into mine as he pulls my top up and over my head breaking only to remove the cloth completely. I taste myself as he explores my mouth thoroughly, his hands exploring the rest of my body. Breaking away, he smiles as he peels his tee over his head. "I believe this is what got all of this started."
"Ass," I smirk.
"Not my thing," he smiles, gripping my ass. "I prefer other places to stick my cock." Lifting me, he slides said appendage deeply inside me, pulling a long groan from me.
I drape my arms over his shoulders allowing him to slide my body up and down his cock. "Seems like a good place," I pant. He methodically fucks up into me bringing me to the edge with no relief over and over. I try to move against him but his tight grip on my hips keep me at his pace. Leaning forward, I mouth over his pec. "Come on, Shea. I know you got more than that. Didn't you say something about me beneath you? I bet you could fuck me through the mattress," I purr, pulling his mouth down to mine. His knees seem to give out on him as we crash to the mattress. His hips snapping harshly. "That's it, Big Man. Show me what you really got," I purr against his ear. "Oh yeah," I groan as he fucks me harder. My nails digging into the back of his scalp. "That's it Shea. Yes. That's it." I arch against him, my breast brushing against his torso with each movement sending electric tingles through my body. "Fuck," I yelp as he adjust his hips to hit even deeper. "God, you feel so good. Fuck. Fuck. Don't stop. Please. Please."
"Not gonna," he growls, burying his face into my neck. The vibrations setting my on fire, the only cool spots are the wet spots left behind by his mouth. "Gonna cum for me Darlin'?" Another growl as I slide my nails down his back.
I nod wildly as I feel myself tightening in preparation for my orgasm.
"Good girl," he states as his lips wrap around my nipple.
I see sparks as that pushes me over the edge finally.
"Mmmmm," he hums as he fucks me through my orgasm. "Feel better?"
"Not til you cum too," I mumble weakly. "Don't stop on my account. You need this too. What do you need?"
"You sure?"
I nod. "Just tell me."
His hips begin with a fast and harsh rhythm. Aftershocks rocking my body with each meeting of our hips. He groans with each spasm of my pussy around him.
"What do you need, Big Man," I purr.
"Can you….Can you…" he thrusts his chest at me.
"This," I ask mouthing over his pec again.
He nods wildly, rolling his hips.
"Do you want this," I ask, flicking a pointed tongue over his nipple.
He shakes his head, breathing raggedly.
"What about…" I sink my teeth into the muscle.
He cries out, his hips stuttering, cock twitching inside me.
"Good?"
He nods, smiling tiredly.
"Do you feel better?" I grin.
"Yes," he breathes. "What about ya?"
"I'm great."
He rolls to my side. "Is that a problem?" He motions to my lower half and I can feel the trickle from me.
Raising an arm, "I'm good for ten years. So other than the wet spot." I smile. "Good."
"We good," he mumbles, sitting up.
I raise up to wrap my arms around him from behind, my chin rest on his shoulder. "We're great. Unless you think otherwise. Sex changes relationships. I don't want it to change ours."
"We're good," he chuckles, standing. "Except one thing."
I raise an eyebrow at him as he tucks himself back into his jeans.
"If you need that again, don't run away from me."
"Deal. If you need me also, you know where to find me."
"Deal," he grins. Glancing down at his chest, "That's going to be a problem in the ring."
"Gotta wrestle in a shirt for a while," I chuckle, standing. "I gotta clean up and get some sleep. Thank you, Shea."
"See you around, Zi."
