You were mindlessly chatting with girls backstage when he pulled you away, murmuring that he needed to talk about ‘something’, and ushered you to an empty room in the arena. You giggled like a school girl with her crush as he locked the door behind him.

“C’mere,” He tugged at the sides of your skirt and pulled you flush against him. He kissed you with ferocity and desperation, humming and moaning and groaning against your lips. He was devouring you and you happily accepted him doing so. His hands roamed under the hem of your skirt and you bit your lip in anticipation.

“Fuck, babe,” He groaned and slid his fingers up between your folds. “No underwear?”

For him, nothing was sexier than you. So the fact that he’d been in the same vicinity (the arena) for all these hours without the knowledge of you being readily available to him underneath that tiny ass skirt, was lust inducing. He all but fell to his knees, looking up at you through his long lashes.

“Seth, you gotta go on soon,” You warned him. You were certain in a few minutes, someone would be shouting his name and urging him to get to his spot. You should’ve known better than to say that, because Seth was a veteran at this, he knew how to take it to edge and still be where he was needed.

“I’ll be quick,” He said as he pushed your skirt up around your hips. You used the wall as a brace and he pulled one of your long heeled legs over the shoulder of his ostentatious red leather jacket. Though he would be quick, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t be thorough.

He dove into your cunt with one mission: making you come on his tongue before he had to go on stage. He wanted to see you in the audience glowing because you’d been thoroughly tongue fucked a few minutes prior. He loved the idea of being in the ring, cutting a promo with the sweet smell and delicious taste of you on his lips. Seth’s mouth was dangerous — from the way he talked to the way he used it to get you off, it was a weapon that he was well versed in using.

His mouth was warm against your cunt as he sucked and lapped at your skin. You gasped at the feeling, uncertain of where his sudden burst of energy came from. But you should’ve known better: Seth loved to give and it didn’t matter when or where it happened. His tongue flicked your clit and you jostled at the sudden electric shock that rushed through your body. Seth wrapped his mouth around your sensitive bud and began to suck, and swirl his tongue around, humming in full confidence that he could get to come quickly. You whined out his name as quietly as you could, not wanting his coworkers to hear the ungodly things your man was doing behind closed doors.

“Don’t get all quiet on me now.” He spoke lowly. Your chest rose and fell as he took one long drag of his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit before he captured it in his mouth once more. Your knee buckled and Seth’s large hand grabbed your thigh to hold you steady against the wall. He worked his tongue in ways you’d never ever expect and it took you by surprise each and every time. It was sloppily, sexy, and so goddamn hot that you couldn’t help but let you hand roam into his hair.

“Don’t tease me baby,” Seth kissed your inner thigh, “Grab it like you mean it.”

So you did. You wrapped those gorgeous locks of hair in your hands and tugged on them, earning a hefty satisfied laugh from Seth before he dove back in. His tongue found your entrance and he began tongue fucking you. His thick tongue going in and out was heavenly — and when his finger began rubbing your clit? You nearly died. His fingers and tongue worked simultaneously to keep you shaking and begging for more. The closer you got to your orgasm, the tighter your grip became on his locks of hair and Seth hummed in satisfaction. He moved his finger off your clit to insert two digits inside you so he could attack that soft spot in your cunt that always seemed to make you weak. His hand thrusted in and out of you vigorously and you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips.

“Seth,” You whined out of pure joy.

“You gonna come for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” You whimpered shamelessly and you felt the heat growing in the bottom of your spine. Your hand fell out of Seth’s hair and you arch your back into his fingers, wanting more of him, much deeper. His forehead dropped onto yours as your gasps became heftier. You could feel your orgasm sneaking up on you and when Seth’s mouth fell onto yours, your cane undone. The taste of yourself on his lips was everything and more to you. Your hands found his hair again and you tugged at the long dark hair as your orgasmed ravished you. You were barely there as Seth cooed to you, talking you through the ultimate pleasure he unleashed on you. You were so enraptured by your own pleasure you hadn’t realized you were damn near tugging Seth backwards by his hair and that he was enjoying every second of it.

By the time you came down, you apologize profusely for yanking at him, almost a little embarrassed. But he was anything but.

“Don’t apologize,” He motioned towards his pants where he was hard as a rock. “I loved that shit.”

You adjusted your skirt with a giggle and stared at your watch for the time — he was needed in gorilla soon. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

“You’ve gotta go,” You whispered against his lips.

“I know.”

He was pinned down by your gaze as you climbed atop of him, your eyes holding his. You took your time scanning his features before you let out a soft smile broke out on your face. You leaned in to kiss him something fierce — hot, humming, full of energy. He moaned into your mouth and your core ached in need. You palmed him desperately as you continued to kiss down his neck, savoring the soft spots that you knew would make him spiral.

It had only been two days but it was two days long enough to drive you both crazy. You were attached at the hip and damn near feral when apart. People teased you endlessly for the new badly sprung version of Solo — his usual brooding demeanor had been replaced by yearning. It was a sight to see.

Solo’s hands found your ass, squeezing, gripping, pulling at the soft flesh that he adored so much. You happily accepted his hunger fueled touch as you swirled your hips against his.

“You’re killing me,” He muttered lowly and a laugh bubbled out of your mouth. You knew you had a hold over him but it never got old hearing it.

You peeled your shirt off and he did the same with his, his skin warm against yours. His hands roamed all over your body and you reveled under his touch. You weren’t certain but you could only imagine that this is what heaven felt like. His mouth found the soft skin right about your breast and you sighed at the feeling.

“God, Solo,” You moaned, arching your back into his touch. There was something so sweet about the way he touched your body. He hummed against your skin and the vibrations shot right through your heart and down to your stomach. “I need you.”

Solo made quick work of going from underneath you to above you, lying you back on the edge of the bed and when he slid into you, you gasped at how natural it felt. His thrusts were smooth and slow, almost teasing to you. You grabbed at him with desperation and captured his mouth with your own. With each thrust you felt yourself fall to pieces underneath him. There was something so raw and visceral about the way he touched you. His head dropped into the crevice of your neck and shoulder and he began to mumbled about how tight you were and how good you felt. You wrapped yourself around him and urged him to keep going, to not stop, to go deeper — to keep his pace just the way it was.

“Fuck,” He cursed lowly, his thrusts becoming jagged and rough.

You could feel yourself tensing underneath him and you welcomed the high that was coming. You begged him for more as you felt the tingles begin at the bottom of your spine. There was nothing that could compare to it. You chased this high in every moment of your life and he was the only one that could give it to you. Despite all the bullshit you two endured, the one thing that prevailed was your undying desire and chemistry to be with one another.

Your orgasm came in a rush, taking your breath away and knocking you off your kilter. You sobbed out his name like a prayer as the stars developed in your eyes and arched your back as he continued to thrust into you. You knew he would hate it but you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his soft skin and drag them downward as you rode out your high and he began his. He bottomed out in you and you struggled to catch your breath, the sensitivity from your orgasm leaving you reeling.

Solo collapsed beside you and for a moment, neither of you said a word. Simply breathing in and out into the hotel room. The city was wide awake despite it being three in the morning and for that you were thankful because you were a bit louder than you anticipated being. You knew you’d have to do the walk of shame but at the moment, you were shameless. You peeled yourself off the bed and straddled him, a smile breaking out on his face.

“We aren’t done are we?” He laughed and you shook your head.