I roll over, shielding my eyes from the sunlight that is spilling into the room from the window.
"Shut the hell up you bitch!" I hear Dean shout. I groan and sit up looking around.
"Oh so it was my fault that you didn't tell me you were a virgin? Stop trying to blame this on me!" He screams to someone over the phone.
"I dont give a flying fuck that you were saving it! You came onto me! You gave me head when I didn't ask for it and you said to fuck you! I did! Now you're calling me and saying it's my fault that you are sore and it's my fault that you were bleeding. You really are a fucking dumb ass." He growls into the phone. He was silent as he listened to whom ever we was speaking to. He glanced at me and smiled weakly before he began shouting again.
"Go tell the police then! I'll show them the texts bitch!" He rolls his eyes and slaps the wall. "What texts? Oh maybe the ones that say ' oh I'm so horny ' or 'come over, we will have a great time ' or ' I bet you're big, come over and let me see ' Ya know, the desperate texts for me to show you my dick and then when I got there you sucked me off!" I nearly threw up as I listened. I walked to the kitchen hearing the screams of anger from Dean and then I heard silence. His arms wrapped around my waist and his lips touched my neck.
"I'm sorry for that baby." He whispers. I just nod and grab a gronala bar from the cabinet and open it.
"How about.." he kisses my neck "I make it up to you" I can feel his friend stiffen on my bare bottom seeing as I haven't dressed myself.
"I'm not really in the mood Dean " I mumble. He sighs and walks behind me as I walk back to the bed and lay down.
"But I'm fucking horny as hell. You don't have anything on. And I want to feel you." He whispers the last part as his hand slides between my legs.
"D-Dean, I'm not in the m- oh Jesus Christ." I groan.
"Doesn't look that way baby. Your body just responds to me immediately. It knows that I'm the best it'll ever have." Dean moans in my ear. My eyes rolls back as Dean's other hand massages my stomach.
"Dean I can't" I breathe in. "Not right now." He backs away and eyes me. Please keep touching me. My body begs.
"Why not?"
"Well, I am a girl Dean. And according to my calender I should start today or tomorrow." He sighs and rolls he eyes.
"Of course."
"Im sorry, you do have a girlfriend. Use her if you're so hot and bothered."
He stays silent and looks over to the door where there was a knock. I look at Dean giving him a 'stay hidden' look as I slip on a pair of pajama shorts and a sports bra. When I get to the door I open it. There stands CM Punk holding a box of pizza. He's wearing a light blue t-shirt and faded jeans. Good lord he looks amazing. I smile at him and give him a hug.
"Hey phil. What's this?" I ask poking the box. He chuckles and holds it up.
"The world's best creation. Pizza!"
"Oh, I had no idea." I said sarcastically.
"Suuurreeee. So I was wondering if you'd like to share this pizza." He pushes. I begin to get nervous. I bite my lip and smile weakly.
"Um, hold on. Stay here and I'll be right back." He nods and I shut the door, running into the bed room.
"Dean, Phil is here! You need to get out." I whisper yelled. He looks at me like I'm crazy.
"Hell no! I'm staying." He says back. I roll my eyes and place my hands on my head.
"Oh my god." I whisper to myself. Then I turn back and run to the door.
"Hey! So about this pizza, can I take a rain check?" I ask, still nervous as hell.
"Yeah sure. Just text me when ever...K?" He asks, beginning to step back. I nod and blow him a kiss.
He returns it and walks away.
After Phil is out of sight, I feel the familiar arms of Dean wrap around my torso. I feel his crotch rub on my butt and his lips on my neck.
"Dean no" I whisper. His hands slide down, into the front of my shorts.
" Alyssa " Dean groans, biting my earlobe. I shudder uncontrollably as he continues to rub and touch my body.
"Dean I- I said n-no."
"But your body says yes baby" He whispers into my ear. He was correct. I spin around, placing my right leg on Dean's hip. Dean leans me against the wall, and circles his hips onto mine.
" Ah. D-Dean" I whimper. My eyes clamp shut and I bite my lip.
"No Alyssa. Open your eyes." Dean growls. I whimper and try to pry my eyes open but it doesn't work.
"I said-" Dean suddenly rips my tiny shorts off of my body.
"Open your eyes" My eyes shoot open as his clothed bulge is pressed against my bare heat. My eyes stare directly into his, not able to look away.
"Fuck" I moan. His bulge gets harder. It gets so big that I could feel it throbbing and wanting to be touched.
" Can I? " I whisper as I run my fingers over it.
"Yes baby." He groans, pushing me down. When I'm down there I grip his hips and pull them closer to me as I dart my tongue out and lick through his pants. I trail my hands up his shirt feeling his defined abs. He rolls his hips towards me desperately and I smirk. Then I stand up.
"A bit desperate are we?" I tease. He's biting his lip as he pushes me against the wall once more and thrusts his hips onto mine. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. He does it again. And again. And again. Until it becomes a rythm. He begins to doing it rougher and more desperately.
"Fuck" I groan.
"Does it feel good Alyssa? " He whispers.
"Yes" I answer. Suddenly he stops. I widen my eyes and try to move my hips.
"Desperate are we?" He mocks. I roll my eyes and push him away from me. He tries coming back but I hold my arm out. He presses his chest against it and I feel his heartbeat. It was quick. Then I put my arm down and slide the shoulders of my bra down.
Then I slide the bra off. He smirked at me. I walk into the bed room and crawl onto the bed. When I turn around I see him struggling to take his pants off. When he's successful he jumps on the bed with only boxers on. Then he rips them off completely. I gasp and look up at his eyes. The lust is showing in them. Its taken over.
"I've been waiting to for this moment." He grunts as he rolls his hips onto mine. I take in a shaky breath. Then he enters. My body reacts immediately. My hands grab the bed sheets, my head goes back, and my legs spread. He speeds up his pace and I can't help but to move my hips too.
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2 hours later...
At lunch....
"Seth this is such a cute restaurant!" I smile as I walk towards him. He shrugs and gives me a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck. Then I feel his hands slide down.
"Hey!" I smack his hand as he squeezes my butt. "Hands off the goods" I add. He chuckles and pecks my forehead. Then Roman walks up to us.
"Seth trying to get a little booty action? Dude, you should see that thing at work. She dances like a fucking goddess." I blush and look down.
"It's not that big is it?" I ask, turning around trying to look at it.
"In those shorts... damn" Seth mutters. I was wearing highwaist jean shorts and an old 'Hounds of Justice' crop top. Roman places his hand on my shoulder.
"This is a serious question." He starts. "Can I touch your ass?" I turn to look at him and bite my lip.
"Sure. Why not" I turn around and watch Roman as he grabs my ass and feels it.
"Can I?" Seth asks eagerly. I nod and then feel now two pairs of hands grabbing me. Then two more from someone unknown. I look and see Dolph.
"Hey Dolph!"
"Hey. What did I walk into? I mean I'm not complaining. You have the ass of a g-"
"Goddess I know. I've been told" I giggle.
"Just god damn. Baby girl where did this come from?" He asks.
"Squats. Lots of squats."
"Well keep it up." Seth says before standing and slapping it. I yelp and hold the cheek that he smacked.
"Ow." I whine.
"What the hell?" I hear a familiar voice. I turn and see Dean walking up to us.
"Hey man!" Seth greets.
"Yo bro!" Roman says too, standing up. Dolph stands too, obviously noticing the irritated and angry expression on Dean's face. So he stays quiet.
"Hey?! The hell was all of this?" He asks.
"There really is no way to explain this actually" Seth speaks up. Dean turns me around to have my back towards him.
"Stop touching her." Dean growls. Roman raises his eyebrow at me. I give him a 'I don't know either' face.
"Why does it matter to you who touches her?" Roman asks. "She's a big girl, she makes her own decisions."
"Just... No one touches her! Not you, not you, not you, not Phil, not even the fucking president. No. One. Touches. Her."
"And you can?" Dolph speaks up.
"Yes I fucking can. So shut the hell up and let's do what we actually came here for and eat." Dean dismisses. I glance at Seth and Roman for help but they nod and walk into the restaurant. Dean drags me into the building, gripping my wrist tight. Too tight.
"Dean can you loosen your grip?" I ask. He snaps his head towards me.
"No." He yanks me forward to keep me close as we approach the booth. Seth, Roman, and Dolph on one side and Dean and I in the other. We order and everything and stay quiet as we wait for food. Time goes by slowly. Then finally when it does come out, I have something to take my mind off of the whole bipolar act with Dean.
"So Dean, how'd the whole meeting go?" Seth asks. Dean glances at him before taking a bite of his sandwhich.
"It was great. You'll never guess who was there."
"Piper?" Roman asks, scooping his pasta into his mouth.
"Nah"
"Dusty?" Seth smirks. Dean nods and takes another bite.
"It's always fun to work with him. He got the board to let me have open mic with my new Wyatt feud."
"Awesome man! Dusty has a big heart" Roman exclaims.
"Yeah! Remember when Seth won the NXT Championship?" Dolph joins. Seth smiles and bites his sandwhich.
"That was a great day."
I take a bite of my chicken and sit back, listening. The conversation lasted the whole meal. What the hell is up with Dean?
"Well man, me and Alyssa are going to head back to the hotel. See you later." Dean says to Roman, doing a bro hug and next Seth, then Dolph. I wave and follow Dean. When we get to the car, I stay silent. I don't know what to expect anymore with him.
"That was fun." He mutters and we pull out of the parking lot. I look out the window and watch as we pass a bunch of parked cars and trees.
"Did you have fun?" He asks. We stop at a red light and he looks over to me. I can feel his eyes burning into the side of my head.
"Alyssa." He says louder. I look over to him, then back to the window. That only pisses him off. When the light turns green he speeds into the parking lot of the hotel and I get out quickly. He follows and shouts my name. But I ignore him. I don't know why, but I feel like making him angry.
I feel like he deserves the silent treatment for all of that shit back st the resteraunt. I press the elevator button and wait for it. When the doors open I walk in quickly pressing the button. Dean walks into the lobby and sees me. The doors close as soon as he takes a step forward. It's a short ride up to my room. When the bell dings, I walk out and go straight to my room. The key goes in perfectly and I walk in. I immediately change into sweats and lay down. I have an extra couple of hours before we leave. Might as well take much needed nap. I close my eyes and drift off.
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Two Hours Later...
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I wake up to someone yanking my foot, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I shoot up from my layed back position and see Dean is standing there with a pissed expression.
"What the hell was that Alyssa?" He growled. I squint my eyes.
"What the hell was what?"
"Stop playing fucking dumb! Back at the resteraunt. Explain why the hell you let them violate you?" I roll my eyes but he continues. "Or explain why you wouldn't fucking talk to me the car ride here and you left me down at the lobby. I had to get another key from the receptionist to your room because I left mine in the fucking room."
"What's the fucking purpose of this temper tantrum?"I sigh.
"I just told you! Answer my god damned questions." He screams. I jump a little but regroup myself.
"You want explanations? Fine. I let them touch my ass because it's my fucking body and I control what happens! As for me ignoring you in the car, it's for shit like this. You and your possessive, obsessive, over protective, jealous, bipolar act that's going on. We aren't dating, and we swore off feelings, so why the fucking hell are you acting like my damn boyfriend or something?!" The whole time I was speaking Dean was glaring at me. He grabs my wrists and plants them above my head after he pushes me into a wall. But I fight out of it. I push him back as a tear threatens to come out.
"Don't touch me! Now you answer my question!" He rolls his neck and his hands ball up onto fists by his side.
"Because I-" He stops himself. He growls in frustration and turns around, opening the door and walking out, slamming the door. He what?