much ado about wrasslin

It's Friday night. Driving down the single lane road, trees on either side of you, their bare branches caked with the nights previous snowfall. The moon was full, a faint halo around it as you whizzed passed tree after naked tree. God it was cold. Colder than you could remember it being in a while. Cold enough you hoped it discouraged the snow from showing up at all. Still, you persisted. The night was young, dark. No milky moonlight from the cloud clotted sky crept through. Just you and your overworked sedan, charcoal above.

"Come on", you whispered to it as you drove, puffs of condensation caught in the air. "Warm up for me baby, warm up". You rubbed the top of the dashboard affectionately with a mitted hand. Half way home and your car wasn't even close to warm. Shivering through the multiple layers you'd donned knowing full well this could happen, your trusty little car well over its mileage.

You huffed - another shiver rolling down your spine. Soon you thought. Soon I'll be in my condo, ripping off layers as the over worked radiator did its job, making me sweat like a sinner in church.

As if reading your mind your car made a sound akin to a death rattle. A knock, a clunk,and then wild vibrating had you careening to the shoulder until the car stalled with a sad little thud and died.

"Oh my god", you moaned, forehead resting on the steering wheel, trying to steady the wild thrum of adrenaline that ripped through you. This was your last day before two weeks of sweet sweet you time. No schedules, no meetings, no loud ass hallways and smelly locker rooms. "Please Beebee, please", you pleaded. [Beebee was your car, obviously]. You cranked and cranked to no avail. Even beebee was over the year and it was only 20 days into it.

"Fuck."

You checked your phone. 6:41 p.m. Great, I'm sure it'll be easy peasy to find a tow in the middle of fuck ass nowhere on a Friday night. With a snowstorm threatening. And you were right, after calling half a dozen companies you finally got a hold of someone who could get you in half an hour. With nothing left to do, you hunkered down, curling into your sleeping bag sized winter coat, scarf up to your nose, hat to brows.

Minutes crawled by at a glacial pace, your phone glued to your hand as you watched the minutes tick by. Eyes flicking back to the rearview mirror for any sign of life. Of course you had to take the road less travelled, the back way, the scenic route. You rolled your eyes at yourself. Gobs of snow started to fall, the clouds opening up enough to let out a Nelson Muntz size "Ha-ha" at you. Everything was getting a fresh coat of white, the trees adding to the snow they've already donned. Branches heavy. You sunk further into yourself, shivering again. Waiting and watching.

A flash of light caught your eye in the rearview mirror, a truck passing by, slowing, and stopping, before reversing and parking a short distance behind you. That's not a tow truck you thought, goosebumps prickling up your arms. Maybe they'd ask if you needed a jump you reasoned - maybe they'd try to kill you. Either way, 911 was ready and waiting on your phone.

You squinted, trying to get a clearer picture of the person now approaching. They were...not small. Okay so not fighting my way out of this one you thought.

The Snow was becoming steadier now. Through the thickening sheets of it, you could begin to make out his steady walk, his body decked out in a black jacket, black slacks and...a black beard. They were getting closer, something familiar in them beginning to take shape until finally they stood in front of your door.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

A bronzed hand knocked at your window. You knew that hand. You'd know that hand anywhere.

"Hey!" You heard a familiar voice. "Need help?" A head full of curls ducked down to look at you. It was Tama.

"Oh thank God."

You breathed out. Your body in motion before you could think- grabbing everything you could while nodding wildly.

"Yes-yes. Thank you Tama, thank you." You climbed out of your sad little Sedan.

You both made your way to his truck, his sturdy body acting as a mild shield against the snow raining down on you both. While the truck wasn't some supercharged little dick machine, it wasn't small either. With your arms full of your things, you had to heave into the passenger side. Fortunately, your bags made it. Unfortunately, it was acting as a counter weight and now without it, you began to fall backwards. Your stomach dropped to your ass.

A small squeak left you, but before you felt yourself drop, a different sensation took hold. Strong and warm, wrapped around your forearm. You looked up, to see Tama staring back you. "Hey now, I got you," he chuckled, "let's not lose you in a snowdrift."

He pulled you all the way up until you were fully in your seat. Heat creapt up your arms where his easy grip began, making its way to the rest of you. Tingles of what you were going to call nerves swept across your body, landing somewhere in your core.

He held onto you a beat longer, before slowly letting go. Letting his fingers linger across yours before turning back to the steering wheel.

"Let me crank the heat for you, your fingers are as cold as ice." He flicked it on, hot air whooshing across your pinked cheeks.

You were a shivering mess of cold and...other things.

As he shifted into gear and made his way down the road, you gave one little sad look at Beebee again before it was lost to the sheets of snow.

"Thank you," you began, "my car wouldn't even warm up on the way home. I'm freezing, and your truck is so warm - I could melt into a little puddle right here."

You wiggled in your seat, letting the heat from the seat warmer do it's work on your bum and thighs.

He looked at you for a moment, a smirk ghosting across his face. "Oh yeah? Well slow down, I don't want you melting yet. " He gave the smallest of winks before turning back to watch the road.

You let out a nervous little laugh. Unsure if you were reading too far into it.

"Thank you, again...for saving me. That car is clearly on its last legs and...wait." You stopped for a moment. " How did you know it was me? Or did you?" You looked over at him, perplexed.

His smirk turned into a full smile that lit his face up, brown eyes crinkling dangerously, stealing you from the moment - pulling you underwater.

"Course I knew it was you. Who else would drive in their little tin can during a looming snow storm. Plus-as if I could forget those bumper stickers."

"My bumper..." You replied, "oh my God my bumper stickers!" You belted a laugh out before covering your face. "My best friend got me those when I first started working here. I've had them for so long I forget." On the back of the now abandoned beebee sat a bumper sticker that declared HONK IF YOU LOVE BEING CHOKESLAMMED.

"Yeah, that sticker had me wondering who drove that car ages ago, first time I walked into the Arena I saw it sitting there and knew I needed to meet whoever that belonged to."

A blush crept across your face, meeting the heat of the warmed seat. " Well, I hope I met your expectations."

"Yeah, no you definitely did. Exceeded them."

What was happening right now? You'd been rescued off the side of a road by your secret work crush, who now is complimenting you and winking at you. This scenario was maybe a flight of fancy late at night sure. Thoughts of Tamas strong hands grabbing at all your soft parts, yanking on your hair, pushing and pulling you to and fro with reckless abandon.

You looked over at him. Despite the snow coming down in droves, there was no hint of concern in his face. You traced the lines of his profile, his brows concentrated on the road, and the strong slope of his Roman nose. His lips were soft, plush, and sat amidst his two toned beard. You wanted to know what they felt like against yours, how the soft skin of his mouth felt mixed with the roughness of his beard.

You let out a shuddering breath.

"Still cold mama?" He asked, turning the heat up a tick higher.

You were jolted back to reality with that pet name. "Oh-uh, yeah, thanks. I got a chill sitting in that car for so long, I can't seem to get any warmer." Not entirely a lie, you had warmed up, but you could still feel the deep chill that settled into your skin, your bones, your flesh. You'd need at least an hour in your tub.

"Why don't we get you home? Get you warm. Warm shower, hot bath...hot tub...what's waiting for you when you get in?"

"It's like you read my mind," you said, closing your eyes and imagining your claw foot tub. The selling point of your entire condo. "I'm going to climb into my tub, and I'm going to get a drink, and I'm not leaving until the bubbles are all gone and my body is warm and pruney". You wiggled in your seat in anticipation, the thought of a leisurely anything. No deadlines, alarms, plans, or meetings. You hummed softly to yourself, feeling your shoulders drop even more.

If it hadn't been for the snow storm Tama would have stopped to stare at you longer. Humming in his passenger seat, face flushed from some type of heat, he just wasn't sure what kind. From the moment he grabbed your arm and the squeak the left you, he knew it was over for him. And now here you are, in his trucks, shivering, flushed, and sighing. Just not how he'd imagined. Steadying himself with a grip back on the wheel, fighting the urge to palm his cock, he shifted his weight, trying to adjust.

He'd seen you around for a long time now, flitting in and out of rooms, in meetings, on calls, always with a notebook in your arms, coffee in hand, looking harassed and flustered. He needed to know who you were when you relaxed, when you stretched, and ached, and moaned in pleasure. He loved the idea of you covered in bubbles, oil scented water slick against your body...

He cleared his throat, shifting again. "Fuck," he muttered quietly to himself.

"You okay?" You asked, worry etched over your face, "it is getting pretty bad out there huh?" You peered out the window into the evening sky, snow coming down in hypnotic swirls, covering everything in a fluffy white blanket. Beautiful, if it weren't for the threat of careening off the road.

"I just realized we've been driving and I haven't got your address," he said after a pause, looking at you sideways, diverting his gaze back to the road. He couldn't let himself look at you much longer.

"Oh my god duh!" You laughed at yourself, "I'd been so focused on getting warm I forget we were even going anywhere," giggling again to yourself. Just like you. Get distracted by Tama enough that you forget you've actually got a destination. You stuck your address into his GPS and settled back down.

"There. Not long now and I'll be out of your hair", you smiled.

"In my hair? Not possible. I think this is the most time we've spent together and it's only been 15 minutes, shame you don't live further."

"I uh, really? I didn't know you noticed me that much."

He was thoughtful for a moment, taking a chance to look you up and down in the quiet way you'd seen before, but this felt more intense. More intentional.

"You can't be serious?" He asked while looking back down the road.

"Course I am", you said answering him, maybe a little too timidly. "You're like, a very quickly rising WWE star, and I'm an overworked back end support staff. I figured I did a pretty good job blending in."

He sucked on his teeth, "hate to break it to you, but nothin' about you has blended in since I saw you. You really think I never noticed you?"

With the lingering chill it was hard to imagine any type of heat, but the thought of him looking at you in the halls, seeing you flit in and out of different sections made something deep and velveteen creep in the pit of your stomach, spreading to your thighs, settling between your legs.

You squirmed a little, instinctively, in your seat. Thoughts of his eyes on you doing something you hadn't quite imagined.

"I know you've noticed me too," he cracked your thoughts like ice.

"I-uh," you were completely lost for words, "I...oh god" you put your face in your hands. "I didn't realize I was so obvious. This is so embarrassing." You looked up at him, and he was looking at you, eyebrow cocked, smirking.

"You're acting like it's a bad thing sweetheart. What's wrong with me knowing you like looking at me?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. I'm, uh, glad. Just surprised. Pleasantly."

"Okay, good." He smiled. "Cause I like looking at you too."

"Oh baby girl," he gazed over at you, "I thought you'd never ask."

Something shifted, the energy in the truck turned heavy. The air was thick with something you couldn't quite name. Anticipation, heat, desire.

"You said you'd wished this drive was longer but I'm almost home," you worried on your lip, looking over at him. He was focused on the road in front of him.

"Mmhmm" he encouraged, working the steering wheel. Still not looking.

You hugged out a sigh. Fuck it. You were on vacation. "Do you want to come up?" You offered.

Before you could finish you were spun around and pushed against the freshly closed door-winter jacket and all.

You walked down the hall, him sauntering slightly behind you as you led him forward. You could feel the heat already rolling off of him in waves, his presence behind you felt almost crushing while you shakily unlocked the door.

"Well here it is, home sweet ho-"

Tama looked down at you, the single amber light casting a golden hue across his face, his black brown eyes staring into yours, determined. His left arm was propped against the wall beside you so he could lean in, "I need you to take that bath, and then I need you to come find me in that bedroom I see down the hall. It's time I got properly you warmed up."

His lips caressed the shell of your ear, voice husky.

"Yeah?" He half asked, half reassured.

A shudder rolled down your spine, landing like deep leaden desire in your core. You could feel the blood rush to your pussy, already getting wet with the thought of him in your home, your bed, your body.

His other hand came up to your jaw, gently grabbing your chin and tilting your head up just a bit more. His eyes blown black and searching yours.

"Yeah." You sighed out, completely gone.

"Good girl. Now open," he tapped on your bottom lip with his thumb. You complied, lips parting. He slipped it in your wanting mouth.

"Goooood. Suck."

"Go. Bath." Less a suggestion, more a demand.

And you did, moaning against this thumb, swirling it in your warm mouth with your tongue, until he let out a moan of his own. He pulled it out of your mouth with a pop, letting a trail of spit drag out with it.

You watched as he swallowed, his Adams apple bobbing up and down at the sight of your spit swollen lips.

There was no way in hell you'd be able to take a whole bath when you knew he was one room over, in your bed, waiting for you.

You did your best not to run, you swear you did, but god damn it you wanted to scramble to that bathroom.

You did your best to take your time letting everything drop to the floor: jacket, scarf, top, until you were slipping off your pants, and then unhooking your bra. Your tits fell out, heavy and warm, braless relief washing over you, nipples already hard.

You heard a hiss from behind and snuck a look back. He'd grabbed the front of his pants, palming the obvious length that was hardening against them. You slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

It was all you could do to get the shower running and let the hot water steam up the room. Visions of him in your home, in your bed, dashed through your mind as you washed your body, hands staying between your legs for longer and longer before you steadied yourself and hopped out.

Hair in towel, body wrapped in another large fluffy one, you made your way to your bedroom. The door was ajar, soft yellow light spilling out into the hall. As you pushed it open you were halted in your tracks.

Tama Tonga lay centre stage on your bed, shirt discarded on the floor, one arm behind his head propping him up. His other hand was lazily tracing a line across his stomach. His chest was so wide, stomach and abdomen begging to be explored. His legs were spread apart, cock still straining against the black slacks he was wearing.

When he saw you come in he sat up delighted.

"I thought you were taking a bath mama, what happened to the tub? I've been laying here with all these pretty pictures of you covered in bubbles in my mind."

"Get your ass over here." He demanded, standing up.

You took a step forward, dropping both towels. "I couldn't wait." You confessed, suddenly bashful.

A growl left him at that,at those words, at the sight of your still wet body, droplets of water falling from your hair to your tits to your thighs. Rivlets curving across your ass.

He pulled away for just a moment to look at you, mouth still wet, "I've been thinking about this for a long time", before diving back into you. Lip bruising kisses, his tongue dancing with yours, control lost as you both took what you'd been desperate for.

You all but scrambled forward and he pulled you the rest of the way towards him until you were skin on skin, tits pretty against his abdomen, his heat drying you off, the scent of him infectious. Cologne and skin and something him.

It felt like being under water until he grabbed your head with both hands and kissed you feverishly. Messily. His mouth on yours in an instant, like it was trying to learn how you tasted.

He tilted his head up. "Go ahead."

Your hands worked on their own accord, resting against his chest, feeling the taut strength behind the burning skin. Chasing down his abdomen, your hands scanned his abs before hitting his belt. You scrambled with his buckle, the clink of it the only sound beyond your panting mouths.

You looked up at him once and locked eyes,questioning, looking for permission. His were too black to describe, lust and play mingled in firey swirls.

You lunged forward, sucking the the head into your mouth, before taking him as far as you could, drool already beginning to pool and fall from your lips. Your mouth was full of him, warm, impossibly hard, salty and musky and all the other things you'd only dreamed of.

That was all you needed, you plunged your hand into his pants, grabbing his cock. Your knees about gave out when you wrapped your hand around him, thick and hard, pre-cum had already oozing from the tip.

You licked your lips and fell to your knees, yanking the rest of his clothing down with you. His cock sprang free, bouncing once before sitting proud. You were practically drooling. You wanted to savour every moment of this, unsure when you'd be able to get him like this again, but the urge to take him in your mouth was too much.

A long groan came from above and you looked up at Tama to see him staring back down at you. He was breathing heavier, his chest heaving with the effort of his pants. Fresh sweat beginning to form across his brow.

"Jeeeesus", he stuttered out, "you really do like me huh?" A shakey laugh following.

"Don't you fucking stop that", he plead/groaned, his head falling back. You obliged, setting a wicked rythmn against his cock, enjoying every vein along the shaft, etching them in your memory with your tongue. Your face was a mess as you continued sucking, allowing the drool to bubble up and fall across your chin and jaw, spilling down to your tits. His moans were getting longer and louder, more frantic as you continued in earnest. Grabbing his balls with one hand, and his thigh with the other, you took him all the way to the base, the coarse hair against your nose. You could feel a hand grab your hair, gentle but firm, and pull you off him. "F-fuck", was all he could eek out.

You gave a long, slow drawl up his length. "Mmhmmm", you hummed against him, making him shudder again.

Your lips slid off his tip with a pop, leaving a long line a spit in your way, and you looked up at him again.

"Enough. You're going to make me cum, and I didn't have plans for your throat. Stand up."

His voice was heavy, deep and husky. You listened, standing up in front of him, your tits glistening with spit and pre-cum, your pussy clenching and throbbing. Desperate for him to touch you.

"Bend over, on the bed for me baby. Let me see you."

You did as you were told, bending over your bed, ass in the air. The air of the room hitting your swollen cunt, cooling the wetness that had cascaded down your thighs. You could hear the sound of him kicking off his bottoms and then a palm found its way to your ass. Surprisingly gentle, rubbing and kneading your cheek.

You turned your head to the side so you could look at him. He stood inches behind you, close enough to grab you, far enough to keep his cock away from your wanton pussy.

"You ready for me?" He asked, a slight tease buried in the heat. You both knew the answer to that.

"Yes, please, please Tama", you panted, shaking your ass slightly. You felt like a cat in heat, mewling in front of him.

"Goood girl," he chuckled. He stopped kneading you and before you could insist he continue, he issued a swift slap across the same soft flesh. Red hot pain shot across your ass cheek, met with a delicious tingle that went straight to your pussy.

"Ooooh my god," you moaned into the mattress, sinking further into it, ass and pussy even more on display. His gigantic hands, the ones you'd watched with fervour during his matches, on his socials, in the hallways, were now issuing you devastating tenderness and delicious pain, strike after strike met with soft rubs and coos in your ear of how good you were doing, how sweet your ass looked, how much wetter your pussy was getting for him.

One final strike and you were a panting mess, ass tingling, hot and aching. Shifting behind you you felt Tama lean forward, leaving tender kisses against your sensitive flesh, kissing along the welts that'd be blooming tomorrow. The kisses became more fevered as he made his way down the slope of you, lowering to his knees until he dove in between your legs, face first.

He growled into your thigh before dragging his tongue painfully slowly up your swollen pussy, diving into your folds, caressing your clit. His mouth was hot, feverish with hunger as you worked you from behind. Plunging into your pussy, massaging your ass, all while you whined and shook against the mattress.

"I just need a taste of her before I start. I need to know you taste as good as you smell, as you look, fuck, how you feel."

"Y-yes", you stutter, "whatever you want, just touch me."

"P-please, please," you breathed out in ecstasy. "I can't, I can't wait any longer, Tama."

You could feel him smile against your cunt before he stood up. The absence of his mouth devastating. He lined himself up against your entrance, swiping the head of his cock across your sopping lips.

"Beg for me one more time pretty girl. Ask again." His voice was a shadow of it's normal self, wrecked. You could hear the restraint it was taking for him not to fill you to the hilt.

"Please Tama, fuck me." You begged one more time, swaying your ass at him.

A roar exploded out of him as he slammed into you in one devastating thrust. Your body sucked him in, taking every inch until you could feel his balls slap against your clit. It was a fullness like you'd never experienced, every part of you stretched to it's limit, deliciously so.

"F-fuck", he stuttered before beginning a sickening pace, tenderness thrown asunder for raw brutality, every rut of his hips slamming into you, pushing you further and further into the mattress.

Your body was on fire, long gone was the cold of the storm that raged on outside. Every nerve was alight, everything in high definition, yet you were at the mercy of it, thoughtless as he pounded into you, over and over. Contorted and controlled, you were beginning to fall apart, your own matching moans becoming more and more high pitched and your orgasm mounted.

He bent over you, steadying himself with his forearm on the back of your neck, the other a vice grip on your hip. The new position made it so every time he snapped his hips up, he was curving into new places.

"You're taking me so good sweetheart," he moaned into your ear, his panting breath in sync with the movement of his body on top of you.

Tamas hand slipped from your hip to the front of you, snaking between your legs where he began working your clit in expert strokes.

"I can feel you clenching around me. Cum for me, cum on my fuckin cock." He instructed, never losing pace.

Your legs began to shake, warmth from your core spreading from your cunt to your thighs before bursting forth, a scream escaping you as he continued his assault on your pussy. "That's it, that's it. Just like that," you could hear him clenching his teeth, resolve beginning to crack as you continued to squeeze around his cock until you steadied, aftershocks roiling through you.

"I'm not done yet," he grunted through clenched teeth, "I wanna see your face when I cum in you," and pulled out. Making you both hiss.

He laid back on your bed and for the first time you were able to get a good look at him. He looked as wrecked as you felt, hair a mess, chest slick with sweat an, beard still sparkling with the your wetness. His cock stood proud, impossibly hard.

"Come here," was all he said, and you were crawling on top of him.

"I-I don't know how good I'll be," you admitted, "I don't know if my legs even work."

With tooth melting tenderness he brushed your damp hair from your face before scooping it in a crushing kiss.

"Just sit pretty for me baby girl, I've got you."

He shifted you both, positioning you so you hovered over his cock, and then he thrust into you. His head thrown back into the pillow as he let out another moan.

His pace went back to devastating, both of his hands grabbing the globes of your ass, spreading them apart, kneeding them, bruising the already tender flesh. You steadied yourself in his chest, until you collapsed into the crook of his neck, breathing into him as he continued his assault.

"You got one more for me?" He asked. "Because I'm pretty god damned close mama."

You shifted your hips forward, feeling the friction of his pelvis against your clit.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." You panted over and over again, feeling your own orgasm building. You lifted your head, looking him in the eyes as your orgasm hit is crescendo - letting out sounds you didn't even know you could make. His eyes were molten, concentration and pride etching across his face.

"Good. Now stay right there." He pistoned in and out for you with wreckless abandon, his moans coming out disjointed and frantic until finally you felt him explode inside of you, filling you to the hilt, you could feel him spill into you, mixing with your own juices, leaking out.

"Oh my god", you moaned, forehead resting on his, both of you trying to catch your breath. The room filled with that type of loud silence that strikes when all noise suddenly ends; save for the sounds of your breathing.

A caress on your face. A squeeze on the hip. "Hey, you good?" He sounded miles away.

"Yeah, just can't move. Limp noodle." You muttered into his chest. Dragging your head up you met his eyes, so soft and brown now.

He left, returning with a warm cloth, cleaning you up, and then climbing back into bed with you.

"Here." Was all he uttered before flipping you on your back, nestling you into your pillows.

"Stay here a minute, let me take care of you."

You nestled into his massive chest. "You said you're off for a couple weeks yeah? Maybe I could drop by. Help you relax some more?" His voice rumbled through his torso, vibrating against you.

"Mmm. I'd like that. You should just stay the night." You purred, eyes closed, half asleep already.