Is he really walking out here like that? Just like he tossed his pants back on? What was he doing?
I narrow my eyes as I watch Wardlow walk out to the ring, tugging at the waistband of his beltless dress pants as he struts out, shirtless. He climbs into the ring, stopping in front of a kneeling Lee. My eyes widen at the possibility of him destroying this poor kid, but he waves at him, coaxing him to stand before handing him a MJF branded button. He watches him put it on before walking backwards, to climb out of the ring while still tugging at his pants. Climbing the steps, he looks back locking eyes with me briefly, winking before strutting back out the way he came in leaving me just as confused.
Abandoning my chair and conversation with Britt with a dismissive wave, I jog backstage possessed with the need to see him, flashing my laminated pass as I get to the curtains and security, looking for any sign of him behind them. There weren't too many people working currently for Dark as I navigated the maze of makeshift backstage areas to the building attaching the stadium and amphitheater. I pass by wrestlers done for the night, waving at me as I walk by not acknowledging anyone. As I turn the corner, I spot him walking to the elevators for the suite level where talent was using the rooms as dressing rooms, sliding his white dress shirt over his broad shoulders. The elevator light illuminates as the doors slide open allowing him to walk forward, catching me quickly coming towards him. He gives me a soft smile as he steps back, holding his arm out to stop the door from closing, allowing me to step in first.
"Hey," he nods as he pushes the button to the upper level, stepping back to the corner of the elevator, crossing his arms in front of his chest, the hint of a smirk crossing his lips as he glances at me from the corner of his eye.
The doors slide closed and I turn to look at him, eyes wide as I take him all in. "What is this?" I ask, pointing my finger as I wave it in the air.
"What is what?" he tips his head with a raise of his eyebrow as he glances over at me. "I had a spot and I did it."
"Uh huh." The elevator chimes and the doors slide open.
He holds his hand out to let me walk past him into the hallway. He follows behind quietly before stopping at a door a little of the way down. "This one." Opening the door, he looks in making sure Max isn't there before pulling me quickly inside. The door barely closes when he's on me.
His large, callused hands were warm as they slid under the hem of my AEW tee, matching the heat from his mouth that was currently pressing open mouth, sloppy kisses against my neck. I raked my nails along the swell muscles underneath the white dress shirt stretching across his broad, tan shoulders, silently laughing at how much of that bronze tanner was rubbing off on that white material. Sliding my hands over his shoulders, I slip my fingers into the shirt, pushing it off him. He kindly obliges, dropping his arms down to lets the material slip from his arms to the floor. My eyes take him in causing me to lick my lips.
His growl broke my thoughts causing me to focus, his normally light brown eyes dark as they searched mine as he softly planted a kiss against my lips. Softly I hum against the plushness of those lips, causing him to chuckle. I run my hand up across his shoulder and up his neck into his hair to tug on the longer brown strands loose from his ponytail.
His head snaps up, a grin crossing his lips as he looks at me, backing me against the frosted glass of the makeshift dressing room suite he shares with MJF. He lifts me slightly, resting me on a thick thigh that slides between my knees allowing me to perch just at the junction of his black suit pants clad hip. I lock my ankles, giving a squeeze of the delicious muscles below me at my core, enjoying the contact.
Chuckling, he flexes against me, closing the space between us, "Just a little needy, aren't you?" He places a forearm on the glass next to my shoulder, his other hand immediately caressing my cheek.
"No... maybe," I smirk, earning a laugh from him. "Oh come on, You walked out there with your pants half hanging off your ass, shirtless on top of that and you expect me to be like, OH HEY THERE HE IS? Not 'oh fuck look at this snack strolling down ringside'?"
"Well look where that got you. I appreciate the thought," Wardlow nips at my lower lip, his other hand traveling lower to the hem of my shirt and into the waistband of my jeans past the lace of my panties.
"Sweet jesus," I manage to bite out, as he slips a digit in between my slick folds, teasingly rubbing before finding my clit. I moan loudly, pressing my shoulders against the glass wall behind me as I shift my hips against his hand hungrily trying to quicken his slow lazy circles. A deep grunt sounds from his chest as he starts to move faster, a grin spreading along his lips as he bites at my neck. "It's not nice to be a tease."
Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, I lift my leg up and around his thigh to open myself as best as I can with my tight jeans on. I feel the warmth start to build quickly as I dig my nails into the material of his dress shirt, his name being repeated from my lips just as my orgasm explodes around me. He stands to full height, letting me down from his thigh. I'm barely able to stand as I start to slump against the glass wall in waves of pleasure before he slides his hand out with a wolfish smile. He holds me steady with one hand, helping keep me on my feet as he raises his hand, popping his finger in his mouth to enjoy the taste of me.
"Absolutely ridiculous," I huff. Biting my lip, I reach out for the loose waistband of his pants, my fingers curling into the dark material as I curl into his side, rubbing my left hand against the hardness just to the left of his zipper. Leaning up on my toes, I softly kiss him as I undo the button and zipper, slipping my hand inside to rub against him over his boxer briefs. His hand tightens, but I manage to slip out of his grasp and drop to my knees, looking up at him with a smirk. Grabbing all the material at his hips, I push it down over the swell of his thighs, my nails scraping as I go. He helps, getting everything down past his knees before he awkwardly toes his shoes off before he kicks the pants to the side. His hand tangles in my hair as I run my nose up his muscular thigh before planting a kiss just at the indent of his hip. Palming softly at his hard length, I run my hand up and down before wrapping my fingers around him giving a few gentle tugs as I scoot closer to him. I lick my lips looking up at him with hooded eyes, bringing the tip of his dick to my lips, giving it a soft kiss.
His fingers tighten in my hair as I open my mouth, giving his length a generous swipe with my tongue before sliding my mouth over him earning a growl from his plush lips.
"Mmm, babe," he sighs with a shift of his hips, eager for me to take all of him. I wrap my fingers over what my mouth can't take and give a few pumps as I hollow my cheeks. "Don't you dare make me cum." I glance up at him with a mouthful as I squeak a laugh out. He's watching intensely, one hand still in my hair, one pressed against the glass to keep him steady. "I'm not going to last if you keep that up."
I take the length again a few times deep with hollow cheeks again sucking a little harder with each intake. He pulls at my hair as a warning, getting me to release him with a pop of my lips. Smirking up at him, I run my tongue along my lower lip as I stand up, rolling my lips together satisfied with my work.
Kissing me aggressively with a deep growl, he gathers me in his arms lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his hips as he walks across the room to the bar countertop, setting me on top of the white and grey granite. His thick fingers grasp at the hem of my shirt, ripping it apart with ease.
"Are you for real with this? How the hell am I supposed to leave?" I gape at him as he pushes the torn material from my shoulders. I receive a shrug in response before his mouth is on mine nearly knocking me backwards on the counter, only to be stopped by his hand grabbing my throat.
He turns his head, kissing a path across my chin, down my neck, to my shoulder, nipping and sucking marks into my collarbone as his hands roam my sides, his fingers trace light circles along my ribs causing goosebumps in their wake.
I moan softly as he runs a finger into my bra, grazing the tender flesh pushing the soft lace material back exposing me to his mouth. He leans down sucking my nipple into his mouth, his tongue expertly teasing at the nub as his large fingers knead the mound of flesh. He switches sides, continuing his work on the other breast. I lift my foot up, hooking my leg around his mid back.
"Getting ahead of yourself aren't you?" he laughs, picking his head up from my chest, his breath warm on my damp skin as he breathes out.
"You started it," I huff, hands grabbing at his neck pulling him in for a mouthy kiss, tongues dueling back and forth. He reaches behind me unhooking my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, pulling it out from between us, tossing it behind him. I toe my Vans off, the shoes dropping to the floor with a soft thud.
With a smirk and lick of his lips, his fingers expertly unbutton my jeans and curl into the waistband to pull the heavy material over the curve of my hips. Placing my hands on the counter, I lift my ass from the counter for him to swiftly remove both my jeans and panties, discarding them to the floor. He gives me that signature deep, guttural growl as he sticks his tongue out at me as if he was in the middle of a wrestling match knowing what that stirs up inside me. Instinctively my knees open wide in a silent invitation as I lean back on the bartop onto my elbows, biting my lip as he pulls me to the edge of the cold surface kneeling down to eye level with my lower half.
His mouth is on me in an instant with broad, wide strokes of his tongue before narrowing in with tiny circles to my clit. I moan in response, grabbing at his dark hair, pulling the tie keeping it back, letting it flow loose and fan out on my thigh. His eyes meet mine with an arch of an eyebrow as he sucks hard causing me to almost slide off the countertop but his large hands hold me still. I grab a handful of his hair, tightening my fist while my other hand grips the edge of the granite below me bracing me for my oncoming orgasm. He's barely able to continue etching his name with tongue when his teeth graze me causing me to come hard, shrieking his name as I arch off the counter with a shudder.
I drop flat to my back, the aftershocks rattling through me for a few seconds before I'm being moved from the counter, two hands lifting me expertly to set me down on shaky legs. He kisses me hard, before turning me to face the bar, a calloused hand sliding around my throat as he lines himself up, thrusting his hips forward with a growl. I whimper as his other hand finds my hip to guide me along his hard length, his lips at the nape of my neck pressing hard, wet kisses just at my hairline. I glance up, catching the reflection of us in the mirror on the other side of the bar, his hair is wild as it sways in rhythm with his thrusts, strands plastered to his now damp forehead. My hands slip against the granite countertop, locking at my elbow giving me leverage to push back with gasps of air.
Grunting, he gives my neck a squeeze before his hand slides behind my head pulling at my ponytail, wrapping it around his hand and wrist as he pushes me down against the cool counter.
He leans down, turning my head to the side as he nips at my shoulder. "Was this what you came for? Is this what you thought of as you hurried back here? Me fucking you into this countertop?"
"Yes," my voice is breathy from under my forearm. "Fuck yes."
"Good," his voice is breathy in my ear causing me to shiver. With a deep chuckle and kiss to my shoulder he stands tall, his pace picking up with rapid snaps of his hips against my backside, the head of his thick length probing deep as he bottoms out with extra force. His hand in my hair tightens as his rhythm gets erratic with each thrust. I slide my arm to my slide, slipping my fingers between my legs, giving a few strokes to assist in my own orgasm seconds later. Two more rough thrusts and he comes hard with a pull of my hair and my name spilling from his lips in a repetitive prayer.
Stalling above me, he drops his weight against me, panting as he presses his warm, sweaty cheek to my shoulder. I smile, pressing my own cheek to the cool stone below me. A few seconds later, he wraps his arms around me as he stands, my back pressing against his broad chest as I lean against him with a lopsided smile.
"You good? You ok?" he grins as he kisses the side of my head, pushing back a stray piece of hair from my eyes.
"Mmm, a delicious sore. I'll be good. My ribs hurt a little from being drilled into the bar."
He leans back a little to examine my side, noting the slight marks on my side and purple marks on my collarbone. "You'll live, I'm sure. It's all your fault you came at me like a bat out of hell jogging to me record time."
The door knob rattles and the door swings open, Maxwell talking on his phone stops short in the doorway with a loud whine. "For fucks sake again?"
Wardlow groans, pulling me close to him to keep me out of view as he glances back over his shoulder, zero fucks given about his state of undress. "Shut up, get out."
"Get a fucking room that's not this one. I'm getting tired of seeing your ass," Max huffs as he turns on his heel stepping back into the hall slamming the door on the way out.
Biting my lip, I chuckle into his chest. "That makes me super jealous he sees it more than me."
"We could always fix that," he laughs, kissing me softly before letting me go to pick up my abandoned pieces of clothing from the floor. "I'll get you a shirt if you give me a few minutes."
"Just put some pants on properly before you go out there."
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