Teach Me How to Love

Bad

"Want to come with me to check out the up and coming competition when we get to Florida?" Phil asked

Punk had offered her a ride back to the hotel they were staying in along with Mike.

"I would hardly call them competition. They are rookies after all" Mike snorted as they checked in

"Be careful there, Michael. On of those rookies might be your replacement one day."

"Hardly." Mike said, rolling his eyes. His phone rang in his pocket and he pulled it out, a slight grin forming on his lips

"Tell Maurice I said hello." Phil said

"Hey babe" Mike said, his face lighting up

Yelena smiled at the cute look on his face. She had yet to meet the former Diva, Maryse Ouellet in person. Mike gushed about her all the time and she found it sweet, the way he went on and on about her. She was happy that he had someone to make him happy

"Punk said hi" he told her. "She said hello Philip. I'll catch you guys later" he told them.

Now just the two of them, they rode the elevator up to their rooms. Phil's room was on the floor below hers, so he wished her goodnight. All alone, she wheeled her luggage to her room and fished her key out of her pocket. She had just gotten the door open when a hand held the door open for her

Yelena looked up, surprised when she noticed who had helped her

"Chris..."

He silently shut the door behind them before turning his attention back to her. He had it in his right mind to chew her out for ignoring him all week, but she looked so innocent, staring at him with those damn green eyes, causing a familiar twitch in his groin and he decided to show mercy just this once. In three strides, he crossed the room to her, wrapping her up into his arms and kissed her with a burning fire. She responded instantly, tangling her fingers into his hair as their tongues struggled for dominance. His hands found the back of her neck as he pulled her closer. He walked them backwards towards the bed and shoved her down onto it. He kissed her neck down to her collarbone. When there was no more skin at access for his lips, he roughly took ahold of her button down shirt and ripped it open, sending the buttons scattering around them. His lips met hers again and her hands went to work on his pants, unfastening his belt in record's time. She basically tore his shirt off of him as he yanked off her shoes, peeled off her jeans and panties before kicking off his own shoes. He noticed the ink where the small butterfly was housed on her torso instantly.

"Is that new?" he asked

She nodded silently before pulling him back down to her, this time pushing him onto his back as she threw her leg over him. She kissed down his chest, stopping when she met the tent his boxers. With a crazed look in her eyes, she freed him from the fabric and tossed them to the floor before taking him into her mouth, making him groan as her head bobbed up and down on his length

Chris wound his fingers through her hair, his breath coming in short gasps as she devoured him. God he had missed this feeling. Sure he had picked up a few chicks during his suspension, but either they were too overly noisy or too cocky. He found that being told he was in for "the best night of his life" was quiet the turn off. In the end, none of them could satisfy his itch. None of them ever measured up to Yelena. She had him on the brink of his peak when she did something that made his jaw drop. She crawled up his body and mounted him, making him moan loudly. A sweet smile graced her lips as she rode him slowly and he found that her taking charge for once was sexy as hell. Chris reached up to cup her breasts and she threw her head back, biting her lip. She picked up the pace a bit and they groaned in harmony. She took his hands and moved them to her hips and he guided her faster, making her cry out. Just watching her face as he made her cum was enough to send him over the edge after her and he released into her. She rode out her orgasm before falling into his chest. they were both panting. When their breathing returned to normal, she climbed off of him and he kissed her, folding her into his arms

Yelena let him hold her as she came down from her high. What the hell had she just done? This was not what she wanted to happen. She wasn't suppose to fall back into bed with him, but in some crazy way, she couldn't resist it. She couldn't resist him. There was still a part of her, a very small part tucked deep in the corner of her heart, that still hoped that Chris would change his mind about her. She wanted to curse herself for being so stupid and weak. Chris seemed to always bring out that side of her. She had to be stronger and stop this madness before it got out of hand. She was drawn out of her thoughts when he slid over her body, kissing in between her breast, down her stomach and traced the delicate ink of her tattoo with his tongue, his blue eyes locking with hers. A mischievious smile formed on his lips and she smirked back as his head dipped lower, all thoughts of stopping him dissolving. It could wait. She at least deserved to enjoy herself for once. Let it be just about sex. Like they say, two can play that game.