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- The Team
*Merging these due to similar storyline and limited time to write.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered. You tightened the strings on your wrestling boots, still pissed off that you’d been thrown in with the Shield. You were new on the block and didn’t have much to say in retort when Stephanie McMahon decided that you would be the fourth and first female member of the most dominant group in sports entertainment. It wasn’t as if the guys were too thrilled to have you on the team—you could say that it was the complete opposite.
“Could you speed it up? We don’t exactly have all night for you to get pretty…” and there it started. You rolled your eyes at Dean’s comment. Not only was he being annoying, he was taking a dig at the fact that you were outnumbered in terms of gender in the group. Just because you were a female wrestler didn’t mean you accepted the categorization as ‘Diva.’
And, you definitely wouldn’t be taken any of his or the other guys’ crap.
“Someone sounds jealous; on my worst day, I’m much prettier than any chick you can bag, Ambrose,” you shot back, standing from the chair. “I’m ready. So you can quit your bitchin’ now.”
Roman and Seth exchanged looks which basically read, ‘Here we go again.’
“Is that so, Princess? I could ‘bag’ you, if I wanted,” Dean challenged with a trademark smirk.
“Not even in your dreams, Ambrose,” you retorted with an eye-roll.
“Both of you need to shut the hell up and get moving.”
Neither of you contested Reigns’ firm response to the bickering. You walked out the locker room, the silver dog tags swinging across your chest with each step you took. The boys were right behind you. Tonight, they had a six-man tag and you’d be in their corner to ensure justice was served… and to make sure Ambrose’s ego didn’t make an appearance and cost his own team a win, again.
“What the hell was that?!” You screamed on the way back to the locker room. The Usos and John Cena had gotten one over on the Shield tonight, and you were livid. It was all because Dean had been too stubborn to tag in Roman. Your anger was directed toward the member who’d lost the match, but he was ignoring you. Bad call. You came up behind him, your voice even louder. “Hey! I’m talking to you, Ambrose!”
He spun so fast that you were almost knocked on your ass. His eyes were cold as ice; his chest heaved up and down from a ragged breathing rhythm. Naturally, you stepped back; he looked pretty pissed off and, logically, you didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Ambrose’s wrath.
“Shut your mouth,” he warned in a low voice.
You looked around, seeing that Roman and Seth had made themselves scarce. It was unusual for the guys to split apart from each other but given the recent internal problems Dean had been causing, it wasn’t exactly a surprise to see the others didn’t want to stick around.
“What is your problem?” you demanded. You’d kept your distance, not missing how his eyes angrily raked your body.
“Your mouth is my biggest problem right now and if you can’t shut it, I’ll find something useful for it,” Dean challenged.
Your eyes widened in response. Had he really just spoken to you like that? You stepped toward him and slapped him right across the face, fed up with the continuous disrespect. His head snapped to the side but when he looked at you, your stomach dropped like you were heading down a rollercoaster. You weren’t prepared for him to reach out, grab your face and crash his lips into ours. You were shocked; your jaw dropped, allowing Dean to easily slide his tongue into your mouth. You didn’t struggle. Before you knew it, Dean had your back up against the wall in a darkened area of the hallway. He was lifting your leg, touching the bare skin under your ring shorts. You jerked out of shock, pulling back to look up into his eyes.
“What the hell are we doing? We hate each other… don’t we?” you asked.
Dean gave you a smirk and ripped off your shorts. He hiked your legs up around his waist.
“You can try to tell yourself you don’t want me,” Dean said in a low voice. His fingers ran up in between your legs, and they came back slick. “But, we’d both know you’d be lying.”
His lips met yours once again in a bruising kiss. You felt him wrestle his own pants down and then he rubbed his hardened cock against your wet entrance, using yourself as lube. He groaned into your mouth as he slid inside of you, and you swore he muttered your name. You held onto him tightly, feeling him stretch your walls as he pumped himself into your tight warmth. Dean was everything you thought he’d be and then some. He supported you by holding onto your thighs, and started thrusting in and out. You let your head fall back against the wall, letting him control the rhythm and roughness. It felt damn good to be done up against the wall, to hear Dean occasionally groan your name. It sounded wonderful; the power you had over this man in this moment filled you with sweet desire. You bucked your hips with his, riding him like a wave. His grunts became louder, but neither of you cared.
He dug his nails into your thighs as he emptied himself inside of you. With a few more grinds of your hips, you were right there with him. Dean let you down the wall slowly, kissing you with passion you had never dreamed he could ever have for you.
Then again, there is just a thin line between hate and love, isn’t there?
Something had been boggling your mind since starting at your new job. One of your bosses, Paul Levesque, didn’t care for you much. You could tell by the way he treated you inside the offices. The man known as Triple H to the worldwide wrestling world was cold toward you. You just couldn’t understand what had been done to earn his dislike. You weren’t ever a minute late; you always had good ideas to contribute during team meetings; and you were respectful, never once stepping out of line. Yet, Hunter just didn’t seem to be too impressed.
You didn’t want to worry too much about him, however. While he was an executive in the company, he wasn’t your direct boss; he only happened to be married to her, Stephanie McMahon. That woman was enough to drive you up the wall, most days, but you handled her with finesse. It was your job to make sure the work was completed and, most importantly, to not get on her bad side.
You were on your way to a meeting, racing against time. You kept checking your watch as if the hands would move backward and not forward. No such luck; if you didn’t have your ass on the elevator within the next fifteen seconds, you would be one minute late to the meeting. It just wasn’t in your nature to get behind on work, but you had ended up covering for someone else at the last minute. You rounded the corner to find the elevator doors were just about to close.
“Wait!” you called out frantically.
A ring-bearing hand stuck out and stopped the steel doors from shutting. You walked quickly to the elevator and jumped inside, ready to let out a sigh of relief until you saw the profile of the man who’d saved your punctual reputation.
“Jordan,” Paul greeted dryly.
You frowned in response but nodded politely in his direction. “Hello Mr. Levesque.”
“You can call me Paul,” he said in his usual gruff tone. You felt your stomach clench in nervousness. You were dying to know why. Why didn’t he like you? Was it your clothes he didn’t like, or the way he styled your hair—perhaps the fact that you were young and new? What was it?
Never mind, you tried to tell yourself. It didn’t matter, did it? You looked up at the floor panels and waited to be let out on the 4th floor when, suddenly, the entire elevator shook and stopped. Then, every single light in the elevator went out. You let out a frightened squeal and a pair of strong arms encircled around your waist, startling your heart up to your throat.
“Are you alright?” he asked. His tone was much more concerned for your wellbeing than should be.
You nodded your head in the darkness. “I’m okay.”
“You screamed,” Paul said, as if he were trying to justify why his arms had locked around you. They were still locked around you until you coughed slightly. Then, he slowly let go. You were confused but quite pleased by how muscular they’d felt.
“I was startled. I don’t like being in the dark and I certainly don’t like being stuck on elevators,” you answered.
After a moment or two, Paul brought light into the suspended elevator. It was off of his phone but you were grateful for any kind of illumination. He looked at you, his eyes not once leaving yours. It was as if your heart was lodged in your throat, ready to be coughed up at any chance now.
“What is it? Is there something wrong, Paul?”
He shook his head. “No, everything is fine from where I’m standing.”
“But, we’re stuck on an elevator…? How can everything be fine?” you asked.
He didn’t say anything at first. Paul began to walk toward you, his steps slow but purposeful. There wasn’t much space in the elevator. Naturally, as he walked closer, you backed away. His brow furrowed as if your movement shocked or disappointed him.
“Jordan, I’m not going to hurt you,” he insisted.
“I don’t understand,” you whispered. And you didn’t. The atmosphere beginning to fill the box you two were enclosed in was mind altering. Pheromones invaded your senses, making you taste Paul’s heat before you could even feel it.
“I’ve been treating you standoffishly—as a matter of fact, I’ve been treating you like an asshole. It’s only because I can’t understand how I fell in love so fast with you, Jordan…” he started.
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
“I hoped that if I ignored you the feelings would go away, but they haven’t. It just keeps getting stronger and stronger every day. Ever since you came into the company, I’ve been infatuated with you and each time you speak, I fall more and more in love with you.”
You couldn’t even respond as he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you once more. This time, the embrace was gentler. Your body automatically molded to his and even as your mind screamed this was wrong, you ignored it.
“See, a perfect fit,” he whispered.
His lips fell down on yours in a sweet kiss. His hands began to weave through your hair, making your eyes close in comfort. Your body slowly gave in to his gentle caressing; caressing that soon became more frantic and needy. His hands moved all over your body, plucking at your business suit. He lifted your skirt up above your waist and slid those panties down your legs. Paul got rid of his own pants and boxers, and gently pulled you down so that you were straddling his waist. Following instinctual demands, your hands stroked him to hardness, eyes widened at how large he felt in your palm. You happily slid him inside of you and rocked your hips until he was seated as deep as possible. Paul’s hands reached up to caress and squeeze your breasts as you began to grind on him. You’d never felt such sensual desire and passion before in your life.
He catered to your body until it became too much. Paul took control, circling your clit with his thumb and slamming up into you like a man possessed. With your head thrown back, you screamed his name and rode him into the sea of absolute bliss.
Just as the two of you came from the intense pleasure, the elevator lights lit up and the security guard announced from the bottom of the elevator that he was going to save you guys. You looked down at Paul, not completely sure if you wanted to be saved….
[AJ Lee’s POV]
I’ve been watching him for quite a while now. I know that he’s unhappy in his current situation, and I know that I can change that. Randy Orton is used to being known as the Viper inside of the squared circle, but I tend to come in a lot like a Black Widow, and once I bite him—it’s over. He’ll be mine for the taking.
He was lingering backstage after his match with Roman. I’ve been off the road taking care of an injury and in my absence it seems as if he’s gotten a lot sexier. Or maybe I had just missed seeing his long, lean and muscled body so much that I’d forgotten how handsome it was. With my mind set on having him, I skipped over toward him, my newly regained Divas championship locked around my waist.
“Hi Randy,” I said. When he looked at me, I could have jumped on him right then and there. The heat and intensity in his eyes would make the purest woman scream for a release. I let my eyes do the wandering across his body as he spoke in the voice that made my knees tremble.
“Welcome back, AJ. You were certainly missed around here,” he said in a low voice.
“I was?” I asked innocently. “Well, I’m here now.”
To make him aware of what I was truly saying, I touched him with my hand. My fingers spelled random letters and shapes across the washboard that was his abs. His eyes wouldn’t drift away from mine, and I knew I had his attention. I licked my lips, smirking up at him.
“You are. And I’m thinking maybe the two of us should go catch up,” he said with a wink. I heard my own laugh fill the small hallway. Oh, it was on….
He brought me back to his luxury bus. I dropped my title onto the floor and pushed him down onto the couch, climbing onto his lap. His arms came around my waist, holding on as our lips collided. I kissed him with all the passion pent up, nearly going numb from its overwhelming power. Each time our lips met, I felt him melting under my passion. It wasn’t long before Randy was ripping at my clothes; he tossed by shorts out of the way and tore my shirt off. I was loving every moment of it. He tossed me so that I was bent over the edge of the couch, then I felt him behind me. I didn’t have time to spare a thought before he slammed up inside of me.
A torrid scream of pleasure and pain fled from my lips. Randy held onto my hips for support as he began to take me over and over. His thighs slapped against the back of mine with each pound, making me feel him all over. I felt his lips on my neck, biting and sucking. I was on fire for him; his name came out of me like a woman possessed. His hand came down on my ass with each thrust, making me scream in delight.
He pulled out and yanked me onto his lap; without saying anything, I positioned him right where he needed to be and lived out one of my most sensuous fantasies. I took him in and again, riding him like he was a prized stallion.
“Fuck,” he groaned, chanting my name as I bounced on him. I could feel him harden and throb inside of me. I wanted to feel him explode inside of me. My hips rocked with a mind of their own, wanting him to succumb to me. It wasn’t long before I felt him dig his nails into my hips and shoot his white hot seed up into my body. He held onto me and stared deep into my eyes as he made me grind on him, giving me just the touch I needed to earn my own release. I let it ride as my body trembled on top of his, and then he laid me down onto the couch with his body hovering over mind. His eyes were all over me, especially on the mark he left on my neck.
“Mmm, baby, I loved it when you bit me,” I whispered with a giggle. With my fingers trailing the end of his throat, I smirked and added, “But, I love to bite too.”
~~Christine xx …I tried.
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