Insane - Dean Ambrose -

Chapter 3

I was muttering angrily to myself as I walked back to catering past the same Superstars and Divas I had just passed on the way to Triple H's office.
"Fuck them. Fuck everything. They think they can disrespect me like that?! Who the hell are they to try to-"
"Babe!" I hear Phil call out. I sigh and turn around to see him jogging to me.
"Hey, I heard you were chased by the Shield. What happened?" He asked rubbing my arm.
"I dont want to talk about it." I grumble.
"Ok... So I was thinking..." Phil says stepping closer to me.
"About what?" I ask biting my lip.
"Maybe... After the show tonight, we can go back to my place..." He whispers as he leans down.
"Then we can cook up some dinner." He continues, slowly kissing my neck. I gasp and lean my head to the right to give him space.
"And after that, we can get in the jacuzzi." He finds my spot, sucking softly on it. My hands trail up his shirt a bit.
"That sounds like fun" I moan to him.
"Good." He mutters. He bites the new mark on my neck then blows on it.
"Oh fuck" I say shivering a bit. I open my eyes to look up at Phil, when my eyes connect with someone across the hall. I widen my eyes when I see who it is. Phil trails his hands down my sides to my butt and I can't help but let out a moan though my eyes are connected with the person staring at us. My hips jut forward, not able to wait any longer.
"Please Phil" I whisper.
"We are at work baby" He answers, pulling away to look at me. I look over and see the dead end hall way surrounded in crates.
"There!" I whisper yell. I look up pleading him. He sighs and pulls me over there pushing me to the wall. Sadly, the wall was at the right spot, I could see him still staring at us, even more angry. Phil's hand slides down to between my legs, into my wrestling shorts and underwear. I look up into his eyes as he thrusts one finger into me. My mouth opens to moan but he shakes his head.
"Shhh baby girl" He whisper to me. My mouth stays open in an 'O' as he slowly thrusts his fingers. I let out a quiet moan when he leans down and presses his lips to mine quickly.
"You look so hot like this." He growls in my ear. He pulls back and stares into my eyes. My mouth closes and I bite my lip hard to keep every sound in. He picks up his speed and smirks down at me.
"You're such a bad girl aren't you Rosie." My mouth opens again, wanting to scream out in pleasure.
"Shhhhh. No no baby girl." He growls. I furrow my eyebrows together and put my hand on his shoulder so I don't fall. His thumb also begins to touch me, which I couldn't even control the whimper that comes out of my mouth.
"Rosie be quiet, baby"
"I can't. Fuck I'm going to scream" I breathe out, my eyes wide.
"Bite my shirt and try covering your mouth." I nod and grab the shirt that he has in his back pocket, stuffing my mouth with as much as I could and covering my mouth. Immediatly I moan, feeling his fingers quicken to the fastest pace yet.
"Such a bad girl. Having me finger you right where anyone could find us." He groans
"Come on baby, come. Come for me, right here."
I moan again when I feel his other hand pull my hair. Then he adds another finger in me. My eyes roll back and I move my hips on his hand. I feel my legs shake as I begin.
"Are you coming baby?" He cooes. I nod frantically and grip the cart next to us.  Suddenly Phil removes his fingers and steps back. My eyes widen as I stare at him in disbelief.
"What the fuck" I whisper.
Phil smiles and leans down to kiss my lips softly.
"Go get ready for the match and I'll see you out there okay?" I have no time to process anything before he turns and walks away.  My eyes travel to Dean, still standing in the same spot as he glares at, I'm assuming Phil, who is now down the hall. Then he looks at me.
"Well well well. Ms. Rosie." I hear in front of me.
"Hi" I breathe out.
"What do you want" I basically whisper.
"Looks like Phil didn't finish the job huh?." He smirks. His eyes trail up and down my body as I stand there, my hands still clenching the cart next to me and my chest rising and falling quickly. He grabs my shoulder with one hand and makes me stand straight against the wall.
"What are you doing?" I gasp as I feel his other hand push my legs apart. He smirks down at me as he says,
"I'm going to finish you... the right way."
My eyes widen.
"N-no I'm fine." I stutter out, but he's already sliding his hands into my pants. He slowly rubs circles around my clit and immediately my eyes roll back feeling that heat coming back. I shouldn't be letting him do this. What am I thinking right now? But it feels so good and he hasn't even really done anything yet. I open my eyes and stare into those icy blue orbs above me and feel as if I'm melting.
" You like that Rosie? You like me playing with your clit? " He says in that mocking tone he seems to use alot. Feeling embarrassed I just nod.
"We shouldn't be doing this Dean. I fucking hate you" I groan. All he does is smile and move his fingers faster.
"You hate me? If you hate me so much then I should just stop. You want me to stop? I'll leave you right here little Rosie, a shaking, desperate mess. You have to be out there very very soon, and it would be a shame if you had to face thousands of people like this" Again with the mocking tone. God it's kinda turning me on more. I bite my lip and lean my head back.
"No please don't stop Dean. I'm so fucking close I need it. Please" I whimper. He let's out a small growl and leans in closer to me smirking.
"Oh I know, you're dripping down my fingers. You gonna come? Huh? Give me it, I need it. I wanna taste it" He whispers. My mouth drops as I stare at him, a small moan slipping out of me.
"Fuck keep talking to me like that. I've never needed anything more"
"Come on Rosie, give me it, my mouth is watering already." My body is shaking and my moans are desperate to escape and Dean notices so he presses his lips to mine and it feels like magic. I come so hard I think I see stars. Slowly he removes his hand and smirks at me. And just like that, he's gone...

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"This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, all the way from Miami Florida, Rosie!" Lillian announces. I smile as I run onto the stage, stopping to take in the applause.
"And her partner, from Chicago Illinois weighing in at 218 pounds, CM Punk!" My music cuts off and Punks comes on. I move to the side, a huge smile on my face as he walks through the curtains. His eyes meet mine and he bites his lip. He holds his hand out to me and I take it, letting him lead me down the ramp. This match is going to be epic.

(OK. I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERYTIME, BUT I AM SO SORRY. HONESTLY. I JUST HAVE SUCH BAD WRITERS BLOCK ON THESE STORIES AND I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO HALF WAY THROUGH EVERY CHAPTER I DO. I'M WORKING ON TEACH ME HOW NOW SO EXPECT THAT SOON)