#ghostofviperwrites

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is a very important to Zack.  Sessions with him are always very intense and emotional.  There’s a strong connection between him and his partners and the let down can be extreme.  Bottles of water and a small charcuterie plate are at the ready after vigorous round with him.  

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Zack is particularly fond of his legs.   They are long and lean and incredibly flexible, something he takes a lot of pride in.   On his partner, Zack loves lips.  Thick and full, he loves dragging a pouty bottom lip through is teeth and delivering stinging bites.  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Being with Zack isn’t a one orgasm and you’re done deal.  For either of you.  It will be marathons of lovemaking that lasts for hours and copious amounts of cum and sweat.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Zack enjoys being cuddled, particularly being the little spoon.  

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn’t overly experienced as he is particularly choosy about his partners.  He wants someone who is going to match him move for move and can go all night long just like him.  But don’t make the mistake of thinking a lack of partners means he doesn’t know who to bring intense pleasure.  

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)  

He doesn’t particularly have a favorite position.  Zack is all about variety and trying different things, so he is always experimenting to find a new position.   His favorite changes as often as his underwear.  

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is very serious and intense, completely focused on bringing his partner the upmost pleasure.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Zack waxes and keeps himself hairless.  With the tiny briefs he wears in the ring, stray hairs are a no-no so he keeps it nice and smooth.  

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

With the right person and if he truly feels a connection there will be a more romantic aspect to Zack’s lovemaking.  He’s generally intense and focused regardless of his partner, but if there is a more of a connection than a more lover-like side will emerge.  

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Zack enjoys masturbating and treats it much like his sexual encounters.  He isn’t in it for a quickie or just to get off.  He takes his time and takes care of himself properly with oils, scented candles and relaxing music.  He isn’t getting off to dirty movies on his phone, but rather through memories and fantasies of his partners.  

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Tantric sex and the kama sutra.  Zack is all about stamina, marathon sex and going all night long in every position he can twist you into.  Flexibility is a requirement when it comes to being with Zack as he wants to stretch and bend you in ways you can’t even imagine.  

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom.  Pretty much the only place he wants to do it as his particular style works best in a bed.  

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Confidence.  He is a cocky confident guy and he wants a partner who can match him.  A self-assured confident person immediately draws his eye and attention.  

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There isn’t anything that Zack has come across yet that he isn’t willing to give a try at least once. He is very open-minded and willing to experiment.  

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Zack prefers to give rather than receive, though he certainly enjoys receiving.  He loves to pleasure his partner with his tongue and lips, spreading them wide or pushing their legs behind their head to give him unobstructed access.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual all the way.  There is no rushing when it comes to Zack.  

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not generally happening. Zack will never say never, but with his preferences, quick is not the way to go.  

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He is always open to experimentation.  Zack will never outright turn down an idea and will give anything  a go once.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Zack can seriously go all night long and can recover amazingly quickly after finishing, ready to go for the next round almost immediately.  

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Zack owns vibrators and rope.  He likes to bind his partners into uncomfortable positions, and turnabout is always fair play.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Zack isn’t much into teasing. He is all about the pleasure, giving and receiving and the end goal is orgasms for everyone.  

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

There isn’t a lot of noise coming from Zack.  The occasional grunts and moans but nothing outlandish.  

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Zack is a switch. He can play dominant or submissive and enjoys both equally.  His mood can even switch mid-encounter, so his partners must be adaptable as well.  

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Long and thin, just like the rest of him.  

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t overly high. He doesn’t need to have sex all the time, but when he is ready to get dirty, it takes a lot to wear him down.  

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Moments like these made me curse my petite stature. Usually it wasn’t a big deal and I worked around my height disadvantage, but at the moment I was muttering under my breath and straining on my tiptoes as I tried to push my carryon bag into the overhead compartment. I was considering standing on the arm rest of the chair in front of me when a warm body stepped into my personal bubble.

“Let me help you with that.”

The chastisement I was about to lay on him for invading my personal space never left my lips as I looked over my shoulder at the owner of the voice. My heart pounded as I realized it was none other than Jay White, the Jay White I was flying to Japan just for the chance to watch him in the ring live.

“Switchblade,” I breathed flushing pink when his lip jumped in a smirk and he inclined his head.

“Jay.” He said closing the overhead bin. “And you are?”

“Kinsey.” I told him as we shuffled out of the airplane aisle and into our seats which ended up being next to each other.

We easily settled into flirtatious banter, tuning out the flight attendants as they went through their spiel while I giggled and blushed through Jay’s flattery. I was pleased to say I held my own matching his flirty words with coy ones of my own as the plane ascended into the dark night sky. Our voices lowered into husky whispers as the cabin lights switched off one by one leaving us in relative darkness. Slowly our bodies shifted until our knees were touching, leaning towards one another until our faces were mere inches apart.

“You know, I just realized I never did say thank you to you for helping me stow my bag.” I teased getting brave and running my fingers from his knee to his upper thigh.

“No you didn’t.” Jay confirmed softly. “It was quite rude.”

“Very rude.” I agreed with a slow nod. “Perhaps I could make amends?”

My hand slipped between his legs and cupped his crotch licking my lips as I stared into Jay’s eyes with a smirk. Jay didn’t respond verbally, instead grabbing the airline issued blanket and settling it over his lap and spreading his legs in clear invitation.

I caressed him through his jeans, biting my lip as I felt him grow beneath my hand, filling my palm. I watched as Jay’s eyes closed, his head leaning back against the seat when I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free.

His flesh was warm in my fingers, smooth and silky as I clasped my hand around him and stroked his cock until it was hard and straining in my grip. My hand pumped away beneath the blanket, squeezing and twisting around Jay’s length and over his tip, spreading the precum over his slit with my thumb.

Jay yanked me to his side, muffling his moans in my hair as I stroked him with quick firm strokes, his hips arching off the seat and into my touch.

“I’m gonna cum.” He ground out, lifting the blanket and pushing my face towards his lap. Mouth open and ready I slid his cock past my lips, tightening them around his thickness and sucking hard while my tongue circled around his tip. Seconds later his cock jerked, sending streams of warm cum into my mouth while I swallowed around him. With a final swipe of my tongue I sat up with a smile as Jay tucked himself back into his pants.

“Baby, baby I’m taken with the notion, to love you with the sweetest of devotion!”  You clasped a hand over your mouth to stop your giggles from escaping as you pointed the video recorder of your IPhone at the frosted glass enclosed shower in your master bathroom.  You could just make out the shadowy form of your boyfriend Roman Reigns as he belted out the Amy Grant song.  “Stop for a minute, baby I’m so glad you’re mine!” he sang loudly and completely off key. You were unable to hold back a snort as he threw up his hand mimicking the stop sign.  His singing abruptly cut off and he peered through the glass.

“Baby girl, what are you doing?”  he asked.  You hurriedly shut off the recorder and lowered the phone.  

“Nothing.”  You said innocently.  Not believing you for a second Roman pushed open the door, steam escaping as water dripped onto the marble floors.  Seeing the phone in your hands his eyes narrowed in suspicion.  He could see the amusement in your eyes as you bit your lip trying to hold in your laughter.  

You slowly started backing out of the bathroom, mumbling excuses about getting clothes out of the dryer.  As soon as you were clear of the doorway you took off running, giggling madly as you pulled up your messages and attaching the video to one.  Looking over your shoulder you saw the butt naked dripping form of Roman hurrying down the hallway after you.  

“You better not have video of me on there.”   He warned.  You stuck your tongue out and darted into your bedroom hurriedly selecting the desired contacts.

You let out a loud oomph when you were tackled onto the bed, pinned underneath Roman.  Stretching your arms out you hurriedly pressed send and let out a delighted giggle.

“What did you do?”  he asked bringing his hands to your ribs and beginning to mercilessly tickle you.  

Through gasps of laughter you confessed.   “I totally didn’t take a video of you singing, and I totally didn’t send it to Dean and Seth.”   His hands froze their movements as your words sunk in and message notifications began beeping on your phone.  

Hiromu Takahashi whistled cheerfully as he slid his key card into his hotel room door and listened to the whirring sound as it unlocked.   It had been a good few days since the encounter with Despreado in the alley way.  The next day Desperado wouldn’t even look at him, which tickled Hiromu to death.  He liked the dominating man being knocked off kilter.  But then yesterday he had almost unnerved Hiromu, watching him like he was stalking prey. That thrilled Hiromu.  He liked this game.  Liked feeling like he was being chased.   He wondered if he was going to like submitting to Desperado.

That was his last thought as he found himself pushed from behind into the hotel room landing on his stomach with Desperado on his back, knee digging into his spine.  Desperdo’s hand laced in Hiromu’s hair, arching his neck back painfully with Desperado’s knee gouging him.

“Hello Hiromu, did you miss me?”  Desperado hissed into his ear, biting hard on the lobe making Hiromu moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain.   “You got to play the other day. Now it’s my turn.  “I’m going to show you what a real fucking is.”  

“Get off me asshole.”  Hiromu huffed squirming under Desperado’s control.  He was glad he was on his stomach or his hard on was going to give away how much he was enjoying Desperado’s dominance.  

The other man found out soon enough though shifting his body and reaching his hand beneath Hiromu’s and grabbing his cock.  Hiromu moaned as Desperado roughly squeezed him, stroking him through his pants.

“Does this feel good?” Desperado asked pushing Hiromu’s face down into the carpet.  “Does it?”  He growled angrily yanking on Hiromu’s hair when he refused to answer as Desperado jerked him.  

“Yes!”  Hiromu hissed as Desperado climbed off his body releasing his cock and pulling Hiromu to his feet by his hair.  Taking Hiromu’s hand Desperado pressed it to his own hard cock humming in pleasure as Hiromu immediately began stroking him.  

“You want my cock?”  Despreado asked pulling Hiromu’s face to his and biting his bottom lip.  “Have you thought about how I’d feel in your throat?”   Desperado began stroking Hiromu’s cock once again through his pants as Hiromu mirrored the motions on Desperado’s dick.  “What my cum tastes like? Tell me Hiromu, have you imagined being on your knees for me?”

“I have.”  Hiromu admitted.  “I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Desperado smiled pulling Hiromu’s mouth to his in a bruising kiss before releasing him.  “It’s your turn to be on your knees.  Take off your clothes and kneel.”  He ordered. He hadn’t been able to get Hiromu out of his head for weeks now. He was determined to take what he wanted and be done with it.  He was tired of playing games.  He would fuck the vexing man right out of his system if that’s what it took.   Desperado stripped off his own clothing as he watched Hiromu undress and fall to his knees.  His own cock swelled as he thought what a nice picture Hiromu made submitting to him.  

Desperado approached Hiromu with a smirk, his hand reaching for that mass of hair he liked pulling on so much and yanked Hiromu’s head forward until his face was pressed to Desperado’s groin.   Desperado dragged Hiromu’s face along his dick, rubbing the head over his cheek and lips eyes on Hiromu’s hand as it stroked his own hard cock.  

“You want it?  You want to put me in your mouth?”  Despreado asked teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock over Hiromu’s lips, pulling it back as Hiromu’s tongue darted out.

“I already said yes.”  Hiromu told him irritably glaring up at him to let Desperado see his displeasure.  

“Beg me.”  Desperado said with a grin.  

“Go to hell.”  Hiromu said sharply trying to tug his head free.  But his hand kept stroking his cock and he couldn’t tear his eyes off Desperado’s hard cock, sitting tauntingly just out of his reach.  

“You want my dick in your mouth you need to beg me for it.”  Desperado said.  “You only have yourself to blame for this, leaving me in an alley like a common whore.”  

Hiromu stared balefully up at Desperado, even though he knew he was going to do what Desperado wanted.   The thought of begging to taste his cock had Hiromu all hot and bothered.  

“You’re really going to make me beg for it?”  Hiromu asked in a last ditch effort receiving an affirming nod in response.  

“Can I please suck you off?”  He asked half-heartedly, hiding his smile.  He kind of liked this game.  He definitely liked playing it with women and it was fun being on the other side for a change.

“You can do better than that.  C’mon.  I know you want it.  I can see it. Tell me how badly you need my cock.” Desperado cajoled.  

“Desperado can I please suck you?” Hiromu asked turning on the full force of his seductive bedroom eyes on the unwitting man.   “I want to taste your cock and run my tongue around it. I want you to fuck my throat and make me gag. I want to make you moan and weak in the knees before you fill my mouth with your sweet cum.”  

“Fuck.” Desperado breathed.  “Go ahead.”   Hiromu grinned triumphantly as Desperado pulled him back to his cock.  Desperado hissed as Hiromu took him into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue circling Desperado’s length as Hiromu’s lips wrapped around him.   Settling into an easy rhythm Hiromu bobbed on Desperado’s cock licking and sucking with every movement, one hand stroking his own cock and the other reaching to fondle Desperado’s balls.  

“Please… Don’t stop.” Desperado hated that he was now the one practically begging as Hiromu used that wicked tongue of his to almost bring him to his knees.  He hadn’t realized Hiromu was quite so experienced in sucking dick.  Feeling his release coming Desperado grabbed two handfuls of Hiromu’s hair and buried his cock deep in Hiromu’s throat getting satisfaction as he heard him gagging around him.  With a grunt his cock exploded, his seed slipping down Hiromu’s throat who greedily swallowed it.  

“I should walk out on you right now like you did me.  But I’m not going to.  I think I need to fuck your ass before I go.”  He pulled Hiromu to his feet and pushed the smaller man onto the bed on his back crawling between his legs. Desperado’s hands wrapped around Hiromu’s cock, stroking him rapidly as he stared down at Hiromu’s flushed face.

“Did you get all excited sucking me?” Despreado asked with a twist of his wrist that had Hiromu moaning.  “I bet you’re a slut for sucking dick aren’t you?”  

Hiromu smirked up at him, hips thrusting into Desperado’s hand as it stroked Hiromu’s cock.  

“I know you’ve sucked a dick before.  Have you ever had a cock up your ass?”  Despreado hovered over Hiromu’s lips as he waited for an answer.  When he received a slow nod Desperado growled and kissed him, finding himself incredibly turned on by the thought of Hiromu getting pounded into from behind.   Breaking from his lips Desperado kissed Hiromu’s jaw and down his neck before sinking his teeth deep into his collar bone making Hiromu whimper. 

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make.” Desperado said sucking on Hiromu’s neck and sinking his teeth in various spots as he moved.  “I can’t wait to hear how you moan while I’m inside you.”  

“Please. I need you. Now.” Hiromu groaned as Desperado pulled hard on his cock.  A whimper escaped him as Desperado climbed off the bed.  Hiromu watched with hungry eyes as Desperado grabbed a bottle of lube from his pants before returning.  

“On all fours.  I’m going to fuck you from behind like the bitch you are.”  Desperado ordered chuckling as Hiromu hurriedly obeyed looking over his shoulder as Desperado generously lubed up his cock.  “You like that huh? Like being a little bitch?” Hiromu flinched as the cold lube was poured over his ass, Desperado’s fingers probing at his entrance.  “Maybe next time I’ll bring the leash.  Collar you up like a proper bitch.”  

Hiromu couldn’t contain his whimper as he imagined himself with that thick black collar around his neck as Desperado dragged him around by the leash. Forcing him to suck his cock.    

The tip of Desperado’s cock pressing against him brought Hiromu back to the present and he breathed deeply to relax himself as Desperado pushed inside, taking it slowly as Hiromu got used to his girth.   Once he was fully seated Desperado gave Hiromu a moment to adjust before he began moving, his hips slapping against Hiromu’s ass as he fucked him deeply.  Grunts and moans filled the room air as their bodies slapped together, sweat dripping down their bodies as Hiromu pushed his hips back to meet every one of Desperado’s thrusts.  

Hiromu stroked his cock as Desperado thrust into him, yelping as Desperado grabbed him by the hair and yanked him back flush with his chest, his teeth sinking into Hiromu’s shoulder before his hand wrapped around his throat. As his air was cut off Hiromu came, his hot cum splattering on his hand and the bedspread as Despreado gave a last thrust into his ass and Hiromu felt the warmth of Desperado’s release as he pushed him away.  

Hiromu lay sated on his belly as Despreado dressed and left the room without another word.

“You sure like to talk out there don’t you?”  You jumped, choking on the mouthful of water you had just swallowed as the deep accented voice of Will Ospreay sounded from behind you.  With wide eyes you turned around finding yourself staring right at the chest of one very pissed off wrestler.   You nervously looked around him, hoping to find Ricochet, or anyone for that matter, to provide you with some back up.   You served had served as valet for Ricochet during the match to counteract Will’s girlfriend/valet Bea Priestly.   Early in the match she had gotten tossed for interference leaving you to just hang out in case she made a reappearance.  Of course, you hadn’t held back from flinging insults at the Aerial Assassin and eventually helping cost him a victory.  Apparently, he took exception to it.  

“Oh screw off Will.” You scoffed.  “Why don’t you run off to your little girlfriend and cry about it.”   You moved to brush past him finding yourself stopped by his painful grip on your forearm.

“You know, if you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up.”  He snarled into your ear.  Yanking your arm away you gave him a dirty look.  

“I wouldn’t let you touch me with that pathetic thing you call a cock.”  You spat before yelping as he shoved backwards pushing you down a dark empty corridor and pinning you to the wall, his knee going between your legs and his groin rubbing on your thigh.

“Does that feel pathetic?” He said into your ear, biting the lobe viciously.  You couldn’t lie, opting instead to stay quiet.  “Tell me,” he snapped pushing his hips into you and biting your neck.

“No,” you gasped out. “It doesn’t feel pathetic.”  

“You think I haven’t noticed the looks you give me?”  He taunted you, his hand running down your rib cage to rest on your hips as he pushed his thigh up into your crotch.   “I’ve noticed you panting after me for months now.  Wanting what you can’t have.”  

You lowered your head in embarrassment.  You hadn’t realized you were that obvious in your crush on him.  You didn’t think he knew, but apparently he did.  

“You want me don’t you?” He asked grinding his thigh up one more time, making you whimper at the contact.

“Yes,” You stuttered unable to deny his claim.  

“Are you sorry you called my dick pathetic?”  He asked and you nodded quickly.  “Then get on your knees and show me.”   No longer thinking clearly, forgetting you were at work where anyone could walk by and forgetting he had a girlfriend waiting for him in the locker room, you slunk down onto your knees, hands greedily reaching into his tights to pull out the not at all pathetic cock he was packing.  

“Make it quick.”  He demanded guiding himself into your mouth.   You quickly bobbed up and down his length sucking hard on him as your tongue curled around, caressing him as he moved.   Hands moving to grab him you sucked him out until just his tip was in your mouth, tongue the head and sucking hard on eh flesh as your hands stroked him working quickly to bring him to climax in the dark hallway.  

You released him with your hands and slid him all the way back into your throat a few times before being quickly rewarded with spurts of his seed coating your mouth.   With a grunt of satisfaction he pulled out of you and tucked himself back in.

“Pete?” You called, rushing down the hallway after Pete Dunne.  You had been serving as his valet for the past couple of months, and while you couldn’t exactly call the two of you friends you were somewhat attached to the lug.  He had just lost his title and he was not happy to say the least.  While he may not have been attached to the belt, the fact that he lost it to someone he felt was beneath him had pissed him off.  Pete hadn’t said a word to you as he pushed past you and marched up the ramp.  You were struggling to keep up with him, the ridiculously high heels you had to wear making it near impossible to chase him down.  Getting frustrated you stopped, putting a hand on the wall as you ripped the shoes off.  Now free of the encumbrances you ran towards Pete, catching up to him and grabbing him by the arm before shuffling him through the nearest doorway.  

Pete was breathing heavily, chest heaving and his face red with anger as he muttered curses and paced the small bathroom you were now ensconced.  

“C’mon Pete, you need to talk to me,” You said, trying to keep your voice soothing in an effort to calm him.  Pete paused in his pacing whipping around to stare at you with something in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.  Something you couldn’t quite decipher.  

“You need to leave,” Pete growled, his lip snarling as his gaze pierced you.  

“Why do I need to leave?”  You questioned the hurt caused at his harsh demand seeping into your words.  

“Because if you don’t I’m going to fuck you over that bathroom sink.” Pete snarled.  You couldn’t help the little hitch in your breath, nor the way your eyes inadvertently darted to the sink and back to Pete, your tongue darting out to lick your lips.  Pete’s head tilted to the side, the snarl on his lips transforming into a smirk as he took in your reaction.

“Or is that what you want?”  He asked, stepping closer to you, making you retreat until your back hit the bathroom door, trapping you between Pete and the wall.   “You want me to fuck you over that sink like a whore?”  His hand reached out, cupping the side of your head, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling it so you were looking up at him. Stepping closer, Pete pressed his body up against yours, keeping your head almost painfully tilted up as he eyed you. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as his muscular body pressed against your chest, the heat from him warming you and making your heart race.  “I think you do.”  He chuckled. “Does my valet want to be a cliché and fuck her wrestler?”  

You shifted in his grip spreading your legs a bit to ease the strain on your neck, which resulted in Pete shoving his knee between your legs, pushing your skirt up around your hips and wedging his bare thigh against your pussy and letting go of your hair to slide his hands down to your hips. Wide eyed you stared as he began rocking your hips along his thigh, rubbing your panty covered slit against his flesh.    When you lifted your gaze to Pete’s face, you found his blue eyes staring intensely at you.  “Keep fucking my thigh,” He said moving his hands away to pull your corset top down, baring your tits to him.   Your hands moved to his shoulders, gripping tightly to gain leverage to continue rocking on his thigh, struggling to keep the right amount of pressure on your clit as Pete lowered his mouth to your nipples, flicking his tongue over the peaks making you gasp as he bit into the tender flesh, leaving a clear indentation of his teeth.  This made you rock your hips harder, desperate for the friction to get you off when Pete’s hands darted down to your hips and held you in place with a cocky smile.

“You wanna come princess?”  He asked moving his thumb down to rub circles on your clit, humming in approval as he felt how soaked your panties were.  Head thrown back against the wall you could only nod as pleasure flowed through your body. But he had your number, keeping you just beyond the edge, not letting you fall off, the pressure of his thumb just a tad to light for you to come.

“Please,” You begged breathlessly.   “Don’t tease me, please.’  

“What did I tell you was gonna happen if you didn’t heed my warning and leave?”  Pete questioned slipping his fingers under your panties and rubbing them along your slit as you moaned.  “I think I told you I was gonna fuck ya over that sink, right?”  You nodded furiously pushing your hips towards his hand, trying to get that final push.  A frustrated moan escaped you as Pete suddenly pulled away, leaving you on wobbly legs.  “Go on now, bend over that sink,” Pete told you pulling down the straps of his singlet as you scurried into position.   Your eyes drank in the sight of Pete’s body as he stripped naked, focusing on his thick cock that was jutting from between his legs.  

Pete stepped up behind you, pressing his cock between your thighs as he grabbed your hair, pulling you flush against him.  “Look at you, all flushed and ready to get fucked.”  He spoke lowly into your ear, nipping it with his teeth and making you hiss.  “Ready to be bent over a fucking sink like a fuckin’ whore.”  You pushed your ass back into him, ready for him to take you.  You could practically feel the juices leaking out of you as he slowly drew his cock back and forth over your pussy lips.  “Tell me what you want,” He demanded pushing you back over.  “Look in the mirror at me and tell me what you want me to do.”  

Hands gripping the sides of the porcelain you locked your eyes on Pete’s through the mirror.  “I want you to fuck me.  Fuck me over this sink until I come all over your cock,” You said.  “Please, put your cock in me and make me scream.”  

Pete didn’t make you wait any longer, lining his dick and sinking into your wetness with one shove, hands moving to grip your hips brutally as he slammed into you, never losing eye contact in the mirror.  You were confident you were going to have bruises on your hips tomorrow, not to mention the bite mark he had left on your breasts.   You matched his every thrust with a push back of your hips, moaning  in satisfaction when his hand left your hip and slipped around to play with your clit, capturing the little bundle of nerves and pinching it roughly which was all you needed, making you scream as you came all over his cock.  

Pulling out of your pussy and grabbing your hair, Pete quickly had you on your knees, shoving his cock into your waiting mouth and thrusting deeply into your throat as you gagged around his thickness as his come started shooting down your throat, trying to swallow ever drop as he pulled out of your mouth, rubbing the tip along your lips to get the last little bit off of him.   Pete stepped back, that smirk still on his face as he looked down at you kneeling before him before he turned on his heel.

Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful

And everybody want to taste, that’s why

I still get jealous

Cause you’re too sexy beautiful

You were silent as Matt ranted, pacing angrily around the hotel room, muttering about guys touching what was his.  You kept your face carefully blank, showing no sign of the excitement that was coursing through your veins.  Matt Riddle was always so laid back and cool.  Nothing bothered him.  Except when it came to you.  And men looking at you.  Men trying to touch you. Then a side of Matt that you rarely saw came out and it turned you on to no end.  To see the normally unflappable Matt Riddle worked up to such a degree made you want to jump him.

You had been hoping for this reaction when you had suggested a night out. Dressing in a skimpy little dress designed to get you attention, Matt had argued your choice of attire the second he saw you.   So you knew heading out it was going to be a good night and your mission would be accomplished.  Matt wasn’t a dancer so you were left to your own devices on the floor while he stood at the bar and had a few drinks, chatting with his friends.  

It wasn’t long before men started approaching you, hands going to your hips as you swayed.   You would allow it for a second before shooing them off.  Just enough for Matt to get a good look.   It was actually quicker than you expected when he dragged you off the dance floor and out into a cab.   He must have already been on edge because usually Matt’s temper took a while to explode like this.  

It’s not your fault they hover

I mean no disrespect

It’s my right to be hellish

I still get jealous

Matt suddenly appeared in front of you, his mouth plastering to yours as his hands grabbed your ass, pulling you into his body.   You opened your mouth, Matt’s tongue immediately entering and colliding with yours, your skirt being pulled up over your hips as Matt moved you to the bed.  

“This fucking dress.”  He growled as he threw you down on the mattress and climbed right on top of you. “It doesn’t leave the house again. Do you understand?”  

You moaned as his fingers pushed aside your panties and shoved into you, those long digits curling inside you as his thumb rubbed at your clit.  

“Answer me.”  He growled shoving his fingers deeper inside you.

“I understand.”  You gasped pumping your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Everyone out there looking at what’s mine.  Imagining fucking what’s mine.”  Matt said biting your bottom lip and making you moan in loss as he removed his fingers.   He effortlessly flipped you onto your stomach, pulling you onto all fours as you let him manhandled you.   You screamed as he shoved his cock inside you, burying himself to the hilt and smacking his hand down on the round globe of your ass cheek.  “Who do you belong to?”  He asked peppering smacks along your ass.

“You, Matt.  Only you.” You panted, thrusting your hips back in time to his thrusts, moaning loudly as Matt fucked you into the mattress.  

You’re the only one invited

I said there’s no one else for you

Cause you know I get excited

When you get jealous too

Flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room, heavy pants and dirty words filled the air as Matt rammed repeatedly into your tight pussy, your hand sneaking between your legs and frantically rubbing at your clit as Matt pounded away and you could tell he was approaching his climax as his thrusts stuttered.  You were so close, rubbing your little bundle as your stomach coiled, feeling your orgasm beginning to crash as Matt hit deeply inside you and you came, your scream muffled by the comforter as Matt brought his hand down one last time in a harsh slap as he filled your pussy and collapsed on top of you, rolling both of you onto your sides and pulling you into his embrace.

“You know I love it when you get jealous.”  You said with a giggle.

“I know.”  Matt said pressing a kiss into your hair.  “Now go to sleep and stop being a brat.”