My plan had worked out a treat. I was tired of not being able to get close to Dexter, and I was going to do anything to make it happen, winning a match be damned. Now here I was, happily (although I was supposed to be unconscious) swaying back and forth in the arms of my true love. In this moment, I couldn’t have cared less what Candice and Johnny thought. I had to keep up the ruse as Dexter carried me all the way to the Medic’s Room. I opened my eyes just enough to see him point at the medic, then at me, silently telling him to help me. The medic nodded understandably before announcing that he needed to get some more equipment and that he’d be right back in a couple of minutes. As soon as he left, I could feel Dexter’s presence standing over me. He was, to put it quite literally, the definition of the “strong, silent type.” To many people, that would’ve made him seem terrifying, but to me, he was sexy as hell, and I planned on exploring just how far that sexiness went. I suddenly felt something cold and hard run up my arm before realizing that it was Dexter, holding my tiny hand in his leather glove covered ones. He was being so caring and sweet that I almost wanted to cry. It killed me inside whenever Candice or Johnny would call him a psychopath. How could he possibly be one when he was willing to lose a match just to get me medical attention? When he was here, holding my hand and doing all he could to make sure I was alright? I heard him sigh as I felt his hand leave mine for a moment as it looked as though he was going to leave me. This was it. My final chance to snag him before we had any more interruptions. I quickly tightened my grip around him before sitting up and looking at him sheepishly. He looked at me, understandably confused, but still keeping my hand in his. I looked up at him, his cold icy stare boring into mine. He was so intimidatingly sexy that, for a moment, I almost found it difficult to find my voice. But I knew that if I wanted to keep him here, I had better say something soon. “Wait, don’t leave! I- I just wanted to thank you. You didn’t have to help me, but you did. It was very sweet of you.” I gathered up all my courage and gave him a kiss on the cheek after that. He looked visibly taken aback as his hand went to touch the part of his face where my lips had just met. There was a brief moment of silence and staring into each other’s eyes before both our lips met in a frantic and passionate kiss. I couldn’t believe how amazing of a kisser he was. It was as if he’d been kissing women his entire life. No, I didn’t want to think about anyone else besides me being with him. I couldn’t even think at all as I felt his mustachioed lips assault my neck, causing me to let out a moan. Goddamn, he was good. Seriously, where’d he learn this? I reached out to run my hands down his chest. It was so sexy to me. It was warm and his abs were so hard and firm, yet smooth. I saw the pictures he posted on Instagram, though. I knew what he was hiding under those tight, sexy jeans he always wore to the ring, and I wanted a piece of it. Without thinking, I reached around to touch his gloriously sexy ass. I felt him jump just a little and I was afraid I might’ve scared him off before he grunted and pulled away from me for just a moment before shucking off his pants and underwear. I felt my mouth go dry as I couldn’t stop staring at his cock. It was so big. I think he might’ve noticed my staring at it, because when I looked back up at him, he had that goddamn, sexy as hell, self satisfied smirk on his face. He quickly walked back over and kissed the hell out of me, our tongues wildly tossing together as he removed his gloves to run his fingers through my long, silky black hair. God, he was getting me so wet and I’m pretty sure he could read my mind because in that moment, I felt his hand reach into my shorts before he started frantically rubbing circles over my clit. It took all my willpower not to scream out in immense pleasure, and he had to cover my lips with his again to keep me quiet.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he pushed one of his long fingers into my hole, quickly thrusting it in and out while he used his thumb on his other hand to continuously rub my clit. It felt so fucking good, and I never wanted it to stop. But it did as I felt him remove his hands from me. I was about to whine about it before he pushed me down on the table and quickly pulled off my shorts before dropping to his knees in front of me, spreading me out before diving his tongue in to taste my pussy. I gasped and then moaned as I felt his tongue go to work, quickly lapping over my clit and eating me out like he was starving. I ran my hands through his blonde locks and tugged as I felt his tongue flatten against my clit, lapping up my juices. “Oh god, fuck,” I moaned out as his tongue began plunging in and out of my wet, tight hole. “God, you’re fucking good at this. Mmmm, that’s right. That’s right, eat my pussy, Dexter. Oh, fuck!” I pulled off my bra, exposing my tits for him. He obviously approved, because the next thing I knew, the mouth that had been previously eating me out was now assaulting my breasts. He swirled his tongue all around before taking my nipple between his teeth and gently biting it. I let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding as his hand went back down to rub me between my folds. Did this man want me to completely fall apart before he could even have me? The answer was a resounding, “No,” because as soon as he heard me moan again, this time louder than before, he stood up and away from me. He flipped me over onto my stomach and, without words, I knew he wanted me on my hands and knees. He was going to take me from behind and my heart raced in eager anticipation. I felt him slowly rub his cock against my folds, gathering my wetness on it before slowly sliding it inside. Oh my god, he was so big. I held my breath as he slid further into me. He pressed me until I was flat against the operating table, his hips rocking hard into mine, soaking in my heat, my tight walls gripping him like a glove. He was a wild man, a contrast to the normal quiet and stoic personality I saw him air in front of everyone else. My hair had been put into a ponytail and he yanked it hard, as he climbed up with me, bringing me to my knees as he continued pumping into me. I felt like I was melting, he made me so hot. He’d not given me any time to adjust to his thickness, but that hardly mattered. He made me so wet that I just took him so easily. He pulled out and quickly flipped me over, laying me down on my back. He kissed me fiercely as he took himself in hand and lined himself up, taking me again in a single, hard, thrust. Both of our moans echoed across the stark, white room, our mouths permanently fused together like some kind of passionate dance. He hooked my legs under his strong, muscular arms and I was left entirely at his mercy as he began fucking me harder. I couldn’t stop kissing him. This man was incredible. The table was shaking under me, and I was shaking due to my impending orgasm. I locked my ankles behind his head, holding him in me, begging him to fuck me deeper and harder, even if I was barely able to speak for how good he was dicking me down. He adjusted his angle and it made me scream out. He kissed me again to cover it up. “Shit! Right there, oh my god!” I breathed, my thighs quivering with release. “I’m gonna...oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum! Yes, yes, yes!” My walls gripped him tightly as I heard him breathe out through his nose and I could only assume he was trying not to finish himself. Pleasure tore through me, my body spasming over and over, incoherent cries falling from my lips. He lowered my legs and turned me slightly, until one of my legs rested on his shoulder. He pushed back into my quivering heat, trying to make himself come now. He was fucking me slowly now, perhaps seeing if he could bring me off again. Although, he hardly needed to at this junction. Looking up at him and seeing those intense blue eyes, and those strong, muscular arms with all those tattoos as he gripped my feet in those big hands. His muscular chest with those abs and those strong, sexy legs. It was enough to get me to squirt, almost. His hand grabbed my breast and I shuddered. “Oh...oh my god. Shit, that feels so fucking good.” He kissed my ankle and my heart almost seized in my chest. He was like an enigma. He was hot, yet cold. Stoic, yet sweet. Callous, yet caring. I knew it. Everyone said I should stay away from him. He was dangerous, cold, unloving. But I just couldn’t see it. He increased the pace, his fingers rubbing at my nipples. I needed to grab onto something before I lost the last of my sanity, but there was nothing to be found. I rocked into him, meeting his thrusts at a new angle. He pulled out of me quickly and took me by the hand, standing me up and taking me with him. He moved a medical cart out of the way as he turned me around and pushed me up against the wall. He dropped to his knees behind me, his fingers rubbing back and forth over my clit while he licked my hole. Then, he stood again and thrust back into me, this time harder and faster than ever before. He pulled my hair and bit down on my neck and I could see him getting redder and redder with exertion. He was fucking me so hard and my legs were practically jelly. I could hardly stand up and I was made glad when Dexter took me to the floor with him, laying me down on top of him in an almost reverse cowgirl-like position as he fucked me faster and faster. I knew he was about to cum, and I was ready. He moved my hair to the side and kissed my neck and after a couple more thrusts, I saw his face scrunch up as I felt a flood of warmth enter me. He had finished inside me, and I couldn’t have been happier. He pulled out of me, looking around for a towel to clean us both up. We wiped down, put our clothes back on, and hid any and all evidence of our little tryst. Just in time too, as the doctor came back right that second. “Sorry about that, Ms. Hartwell. A fellow colleague wanted to stop for a chat.” Dexter looked at me before smiling slightly and giving me a wink.
