"I don't want to do this," Christian said and paused as he looked down at his suit, "Why did I agree to this?" he asked me as I sat in front of him as his stylist and media manager stood next to him giving him notes and telling him the likely questions he will be asked.
I could see the stress on his nervous face. Christian was never the one to like the center of attention, he doesn't like a bunch of cameras on him, and rarely does interviews this big because him being an extreme introvert. But today was not just any day for American soccer, so he had to set his feelings about the media aside and put on a little show at the 2026 World Cup host city announcement show here in New York. He just got in last night from El Salvador, and I remember the frantic call when he found out he was having to do this appearance.
After hearing the slight fear in his voice, I made sure to drop everything to fly out to New York and meet him there for his event, "Babe, you're fine. Don't think too hard about it. Just be your humble self, answer the questions, try your best to ignore the crowd, and just focus on the interviewer. If you focus on the interviewer, everyone else will go quiet." I said getting up from my seat and making my way to him.
I take a step back to look at his entire fit and couldn't help but get turned on. I then walked up to him and centered his tie and rested my hands on his chest, "You look extremely handsome." I said to him smiling. I then inch closer to him and rise on my tippy toes, so my lips are directly next to his ear, "When are these losers gonna leave? I need you." I whispered and set a small kiss on his ear.
He let out a small groan, "Stop, they can hear you," he whispered back.
"No, they can't," I said turning to his manager and stylist that were across the room. I then turned to Christian and gave him a wide smile, "You can't just turn me on and leave me hanging Pulisic." I said grabbing his hand and yelling, "We will be back."
We make our way to the farthest bathroom that was in the suite. At this point, I don't even think we care about the noise or who can hear us. We close the door behind us and my hands quickly find their way to Christian's belt, knees on the floor and he soon let out a loud groan.
After a few minutes of pleasuring him, he grabbed my face and pulled me up to lay an aggressive kiss on my lips. He then grabbed my waist and helped me onto the counter. His lips were still on mine and his large hands rested on my inner thigh as they inched closer to my core. He growled against my lips, grabbed his member, and without giving me a chance to catch my breath before slamming himself into me, thrusting in and out swiftly, "Fuck, baby," he said as his groans grew louder with each thrust.
Christian planted sloppy, aggressive kisses on my lips, his fingers grasping my thighs, and I was certain that my makeup and hair were ruined, "Fuck," I murmured as I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him closer and deeper into me.
We then heard knocking on the bathroom door, Christian and I dismissing it as he proceeded to thrust into me, sending me over the brink, leaving dark purple love bites for all to see. As I yanked at his newly frosted blonde tip hair and he nibbled on my neck. Christian then had to cup his palm over my lips with a big grin to keep my voice down as my moans got louder, "Stop being loud, baby. They will hear us." he said as his voice became shacky and thrust got stronger, yet sloppier, "Baby, I'm about to-"
"Me too," I said pulling him closer until I felt him release into me. I then climbed down from the bathroom sink and faced the mirror, mumbling, "Shit," as I regained my breath. Christian's white button-down shirt was wrinkled, he had light pink lipstick marks all over his face. His hair was a complete disaster as was mine.
"Shit, I'm kinda scared to go out now," he said as he chuckled.
"Let's just go, you probably need to get going," I said being the first one out of the bathroom and there stood his stylist in complete shock at how much of a mess we both made.
"Do you realize we only have five minutes to clean your mess?" His stylist said. Christian went to go say something but was cut off by his stylist, "Nope, let's go, Captain America." his stylist said as began taking out a new white button-down, tie, and fixed his pants, as I tried to help clean his face and neck from all the lipstick I left behind.
***
"Remember to breathe, focus on the interviewer, and the questions. Everyone around you and all the loud noise will go away. You got this baby." I said placing a soft kiss on his lips.
He nodded, "Thank you, baby," he said placing a kiss on my cheek as he walked behind the producer who led him to the front where his interview was being held at. During his entire interview, I can tell he was slightly nervous, but he did wonderful and it was just amazing to see him step out of his comfort zone and try new things.
