#brisco who is the one sticking out his tongue

[johnbly]

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

The Space Between

Chapter sixteen of my Hold On Me Series. You can find the rest in Master List

Leaving Pete is harder than you imagined but the two of you find a way to make the long distance work for now.

Pete reached out with his finger and wiped the strawberry jam off the corner of my mouth. He popped the finger into his own and smirked.

“Lil’ messy there, love,” he said in a low, gravely voice before he stood to his feet from the bed.

I watched as he put everything on the tray and pushed it outside our hotel room door. 

“Come back to bed,” I practically whimpered, longing to feel his body close to me.

All through breakfast, I had been trying to savor every moment. Reuniting and then immediately being physically ripped apart was far more painful than I had imagined it to be. I had a feeling I was going to log many SkyMiles in the coming months.

“Yeah?” he cocked his head to the side arrogantly and I shook my head, trying to suppress my smile.

Pete slid in beside me, shirtless in a pair of sweatpants. His arms had no choice but invite me in as I pushed as close to him as possible. I tangled the fingers of my right hand with his and sighed heavily against him.

“I’m gonna miss ya,” he finally spoke after a few minutes of peaceful silence “I’m gonna start roomin’ with Finn…Not quite the same as you.”

I laughed against his chest and his free hand came up to stroke my hair.

I slowly intertwined my legs through his and he tightened them around me.

“That feels like a submission move,” I tried to pull my leg free to no avail.

“I’m just tryin’ to hold you ‘ere,” he replied “Don’t wanna give you up so quick.”

Suddenly, the alarm on Pete’s phone went off and I recognized the ringtone. It was his workout reminder.

“If you need to go to the gym,” I whispered “I can wait here. I know it’s the time you usually….”

“Fuck tha gym,” he groaned against the top of my head “It’ll bloody be there tomorrow.”

“But I won’t be,” I readjusted my head just underneath his chin.

“I wanna spend every day with you,” he drew my hand to his lips.

“Damn dreams,” I sulked and he laughed lightly.

“Fuck us for bein’ so god damn good at what we do.”

“You’re amazing at what you do,” I squeezed his hand tighter “I’m so proud of you.”

“Which par’?” he pushed himself higher up in the bed “When I won that title or when I gave you the fuckin’ that you deserved.”

“Pete!” I squealed, letting go of his hand and slapping at his chest.

“I’m serious,” he caught my gaze “When I made love to you the otha’ night…I’ve  neva done that before….Bein’ like that, touchin’ like that.”

“I know,” I whispered as I ran my hand across his face.

“I think I needed it as much as you,” he admitted in a hushed voice.

He kissed the top of my head and slid out of my grasp until he was hovering over me.

“What?” I whispered, even though I knew the answer.

He lowered his body, until he was completely underneath the sheet. I wiggled in surprise as I felt his hands push my thighs apart and his teeth started those bites that I loved so much. 

My moans got incredibly loud, really fast. Each bite, was like coming home. 

Pete was home.

He had been home for a long time. 

Despite the pain and the struggles and the doubts…One little encounter at a Progress event almost a year ago had changed my life forever. Good, bad or indifferent, depending on which part of our journey that you wanted to examine. My life would never not include Pete Dunne in some capacity. I hoped from here on out, things would only get stronger.

I was drawn back to my body as I felt his bites getting incredibly high.

The sheet and comforter rose as he arched his back and I felt his tongue snake across my clit. 

“Oh my god, I missed this,” I gasped, his mouth closing around me and his teeth tugging softly on it.

I could feel him smile against me, probably an arrogant one. I didn’t care. He knew how damn good he was at this.

Pete’s hands dug into my upper thighs, holding me down firmly as I bucked up against him.

His tongue darted down to lick my entire length before circling my clit again. I managed to grip the top of his head through the blankets and press him closer.

I whined in pleasure as he worked on me and when my release finally came, his hands held me down with force. 

“Fucking shit,” I panted, as I felt my body relax.

His lips kissed a trail up my pelvis, my abdomen, his head finally revealing itself again as he pressed a kiss to my lips with the sheet framing his euphoric face.

“You sure you got everythin’?” Pete tried to stall as we stood in the airport later that evening.

“Yes,” I nodded, my heart already sinking “Everything but what I really want.”

He shifted nervously, his hands in his pockets and his eyes not quite meeting mine.

“It’s gonna work,” he spoke to the ground “I promise you.”

I pressed myself to him, wrapping my arms around his body. He relaxed slightly, his arms tightening around my waist.

“I’m not worried,” I breathed against his neck.

“Don’t be, love,” he murmured back.

When we pulled apart, I took his face in my hands and forced a smile on my face.

“I’ll see you in a few weeks?” 

“Not soon enough,” I saw his jaw clench in frustration.

“You’ll be so busy with that title, you won’t even miss me.”

“Like hell I won’t,” his eyes jumped up to meet mine “If I haven’t gotten used to missin’ ya by now, then I neva’ will.”

I bit my lip, because I knew exactly what he meant. I wasn’t sure which was worse. Being so close you could touch but your feelings prevented it or wanting to touch so desperately but location prevented it from happening. Both were torture.

“Don’t go gettin’ soft on me,” I kidded, trying to lighten the mood.

“You’re the only one who ‘eva gets this side of me, who ‘eva will...Stick close to Tyla’ and Trent, will ya? I trust them to look after you.”

I nodded. Despite his best efforts, I knew his jealousy and over protective behavior would never completely go away.

“You’re gonna miss your flight, love,” he looked up at the screen “Security and all that shit.”

“Ok,” I whispered, before his lips danced lightly over mine.

Pete grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth closer, moaning quietly.

“I have to go,” I finally pulled away.

He nodded, holding my hand until I finally had to drop it as I headed to security clearance.

He watched me until I was out of sight.

I cried half of the plane ride home.

I really had to get control of my tear ducts. It was really starting to piss me off.

“Thank you,” I greeted Regal the next morning.

After a very restless night, and two phone calls with Pete, I had gotten around four hours sleep.

“Did you have a good time?” he looked up from his desk, an interested smile on his face.

“Yes,” I walked in and sat across from him “I really needed that time with him.”

“And you’ll be wanting more time, I assume?”

“If the schedule permits,” I sighed, uncrossing my legs and opening a folder on top of my lap “Looks like we have a lot of work to do with Vince coming into town tomorrow.”

NXT was finally able to finalize our deal with Marty Scurll. Not only that, but I had been pushing for a Briscoes contract. Jay and Mark, I believed, would fit well in the NXT brand. I still had some convincing to do but I was sure I would get there if I kept pushing. The brothers were interested. I had contacted them on my own before I left. Tomorrow would be my first chance to take a crack at Vince. 

“Such as your little conversations over at Ring of Honor?” Regal practically looked at me with a scolding expression.

“I told you,” I sat up straighter “The Briscoes are amazing. I don’t care if Vince doesn’t like their look…We have a lot of great talent here who aren’t your typical superstar type. They are well decorated both here and in Japan, they are talented, they’re hungry…”

“They aren’t on our list,” Regal held up his hand.

“Who are we? Jericho?” I shook my head “If you would just give them a chance.”

“I’ve seen what they can do. Yes, they are very talented but the McMahons feel they don’t fit with their brand.”

“Oh, yeah?” I leaned closer “What do you think?”

“That we’d be damn lucky to have them,” Regal stood up “But the decision is not up to me.”

“Or me either,” I groaned.

“We need to discuss Scurll,” Regal reached for the coffee I brought him and started pacing around the room.

“Does he have an idea of what he wants to do?” 

I flipped to an empty page in my folder and grabbed a pen from his desk.

“He wants Alleister Black,” Regal took a large sip.

“And…you don’t like that idea?” 

“I’m not sure, but he isn’t in the position to be making demands.”

“I think we should give his ideas some consideration. I mean, he is one of the biggest talents we’ve acquired lately.”

“Perhaps,” Regal set his coffee down and folded his arms “I have a creative meeting with him this afternoon. I expect you to attend.”

“Of course,” I nodded, as I began jotting down possible ideas for The Villain himself.

After I wrapped up with Regal for the morning, I went into the gym in search of Tyler or Trent.

I found them both near the weights. Trent was spotting Tyler.

“Look who it is,” Trent smirked when he saw me “Back for your lil rendezvous with your champion?”

I rolled my eyes but his smile met mine and I couldn’t stay annoyed.

“So, you two back togetha’ for good?” Tyler sat up on the bench and stared at me.

“For good,” I nodded, pushing him over so I could sit beside him.

“Finally,” Tyler draped his arm over my shoulders “I was gettin’ so tired of bein’ in the middle when the two of us knew all along that you two belonged togetha’.”

“Bloody children, the lot of you,” Trent laughed.

“That’s why I’m here,” I bit down on my lip “I wanted to thank you guys. You didn’t have to give a damn about me. Pete’s your best friend…But the fact that you cared enough to support me too. I really, really appreciate it.”

“Not that we wouldn’t have anyway,” Trent put down the weight he had been curling “But Pete asked us to.”

“Yeah, he said he didn’t want ya to be alone ‘ere so he made sure we checked on you,” Tyler nodded “But we like havin’ ya around.”

“Honestly, you guys are the best friends I have,” I shrugged.

“We’ve got you,” Trent smiled, as I stood to my feet.

He kissed me quickly on the cheek, in that brotherly way that only he could.

“Now, go do your boss lady work,” Tyler kidded me “We’ve got weights and shit to worry about, probably.”

I rolled my eyes with a giggle and I left them to it.

That night, I couldn’t sleep again. 

Our meeting with Scurll had went fairly well. He was still insisting that he have a feud with Black but Hunter wasn’t so sure. It was all still up in the air on how he would debut.

I was putting together a presentation of my own. I intended to make my Briscoe idea as appealing as possible and take it to Vince. He was impressed with the work I had done so far and I figured it was worth a try. I had decided not to let Hunter or Regal know. They would try to talk me out of it. 

I had just turned over for the third time since I got in bed ten minutes before, when my phone rang. When I saw Pete’s name on the screen, I felt a wave of relaxation wash over me.

“Hey, you,” I answered, sliding up in the bed.

“Hi, love,” his voice was deep and dirty sounding.

I could tell this wasn’t going to be an ordinary late night phone call.

“What are you doin?" he breathed into the phone.

“I’m in bed,” I started shifting nervously.

“Are you, now?” he groaned.

“Pete,” I sighed “What are you doing?”

“I miss you” he continued to growl into the phone “So fuckin’ much. My dick’s stayin’ hard all damn day cause I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you.”

“Must be difficult to wrestle that way,” I teased him.

“Don’t play games with me,” he replied in a stern voice “I need some fuckin’ relief.”

I propped the phone by my ear and slid my hand down my stomach to the top of my panties. I had some pent up frustration myself and we had only been apart one day.

“Where’s Finn?” I whispered, as my fingers teased the band of my underwear.

“Out,” Pete sighed “Won’t be back until late. He just left….What are you doin’ right now?”

I dipped my fingers into my panties and grazed them across me.

“You touchin’ ya self?” he grunted.

“Mhm,” I bit on my lip, as I imagined him there with me “You left bruises all over my legs.”

“Do you like ‘em?” 

“Yes.”

“You always liked when I claimed you for ma own,” he gasped.

I could tell he was already touching himself, his breathing increasing. 

“You always claim me.”

“Tell me how.”

“Every time you touch me, your tongue licks my pussy, your fingers grip my thighs…Every time you cum inside of me.”

“Your pussy feels so good aroun’ ma dick,” he growled “Only one that eva fit right.”

“Mmm,” I started circling my clit with my fingers “Is that where you wish you were right now?”

“Buried up inside that pussy? Feelin’ how wet ya are for me?” he started panting harder.

“Mhm,” I moaned, as the throbbing underneath my fingers intensified.

“Are ya panties all soaked for me, love? Is your pussy all ready for me?”

I ran my free hand up to slide the straps of my gown down and rolled one of my nipples between my fingers.

“Yes,” I started to pant harder “Fuck, it’s so ready for you.”

“How do you want me to fuck you?”

“On my knees,” I whispered in a shaky voice “Your fingers on my hips, fucking me so hard that I can’t breathe.”

“Do I do that to ya?”

“Yes,” I whimpered “All the time.”

“If I was there, could I spank your perfect lil arse?” he grunted and I knew he was close.

“Yes, baby,” I sped up my fingers “As hard as you want.”

“Have you been bad, love?”

“I’ll always be bad for you,” I felt myself start to pulsate “Oh fuck, Pete…I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah? So am I. Cum for me. When I get my hands on you again….”

I could hear him groan and the sound of the phone hitting the floor. I rode out my own orgasm and then heard him pick up the phone again.

“Shit,” I laughed.

“Fuck, thank you,” Pete gasped into the phone.

He sounded like he had just run a marathon.

“Thank you,” I whispered “You can call me any time for that.”

“Even at work?”

“That’s why I have an office with a lock.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled. 

“I think it would be hot if you did.”

“Yeah?…Then maybe I will.”

“Just not tomorrow.”

“Why?” his voice sounded suspicious.

“I have a meeting. Vince is coming to Full Sail and I arranged to talk to him about some talent I want to hire.”

“Look at ma girl,” he laughed in a devious voice “Takin’ care of business.”

“Speaking of, I watched Raw. You were taking care of some serious business in that ring against Sami.”

“Pent up frustration….You sleepy, love?”

“I am now,” I giggled.

“Same time tomorrow night? You can tell me about your meetin’ and then I’ll tell you what I dream tonight about doin' to you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

[rabidwrestlingfan]

If You Were Smart

A/N: The wait is over! This was actually a first for me in the aspect of writing a nameless character. I will apologize for my bad case of Wall-Of-Textitis, I can't properly format to save my life. I really hope it's as good as you hoped. I tried my hardest not to change any of the anon sections, but I did have to change the wording of one. -------------------------------------- She had always loved PWG shows. Of course she loved the other promotions she worked with, mainly ROH, as well. There was just something about the Reseda crowd that you couldn't find anywhere else. Her match had started the night, so that left her backstage with an ice pack pressed to her ribs. She had sat through five minutes of Adam Cole's blabbing before she had enough. He thought that he was God's gift to mankind. She thought he was the exact opposite. That was her last thought before she walked out of the curtain. Adam stopped mid-sentence when he seen the woman appear. "Well hello there, beautiful. Come down here to get a better look at a God?" He asked with his signature smirk. Once she was inside the ring, and had a microphone, she laughed. "Actually, I came out here to save the crowd from having to listen to you praise yourself even more. Is it even possible for your ego to get any bigger?" She asked with a smirk of her own. The two had never formally met in or out of the ring. She had always stayed as far away from him as she possibly could. "Are you saying you don't think I deserve the praise, baybay? Is somebody a little jealous that she's not in the spotlight? Sorry to break it to you, but you never have been. You went from a mediocre loner to a mediocre Briscoe sidekick. Only attention you've had is because of your body, princess." He seemed incredibly confident that she'd run off after that. In fact most women probably would have. "Do you regularly regurgitate what you hear backstage, or am I an exception? You could of at least put your own spin on it!" The woman exclaimed with a laugh. It was all things that had been said almost constantly over the last two and a half years. Before he could even try to respond she got an idea. "Why don't you show me just how great you are? Fight me right here and now without your bitch club buddies." Adam chuckled at her words. "Princess, I'm not going to fight you. And before you start the hoorah of being stronger than any man, let me explain. I ain't getting between those gorgeous legs today if you lose. I can't just give out a victory, either. You see my problem?" The woman in question rolled her eyes before getting to work. In mere seconds she had hit him with a solid kick followed by a hurricanrana. "That's the only way you're getting between my legs, handsome." Upon seeing the commotion Nick and Matt made their presence known, running to the ring. Before they could so much as move towards the woman Adam held his hand up. "Boys! She's just playing hard to get. Fiesty little thing, I'll give her that. I guarantee by the end of the night she'll be in my bed." The woman rolled her eyes with a sigh. "I'd rather sleep with Kyle, thanks. I'm just not that into you." Before she could leave the ring she heard it. "That's what they all say, princess." When she finally got to the locker room she felt like she was crawling out of her skin. How could one man be so frustrating? Luckily none of the other women were there to see the tantrum she threw afterwards. Her plans of getting under his skin had totally backfired. Almost against her will she went searching for him. He was leaned against her car when she made her way to the parking lot. "Knew it'd be a matter of time before you came looking." With a growl she pulled him into a rough kiss. Adam let out a huff of laughter once they broke apart. "Still think I'm too cocky, princess?" He whispered against her lips. She kissed his jaw with a sigh. "Please, just shut up." The begging tone in her voice made a smile spread across his face. Before she could continue her decent down his neck he pulled her into another kiss, tongue invading her mouth. Her senses were filled with Adam Cole. Her will to leave growing dimmer as the seconds passed. Without a second thought she pushed his unzipped hoodie from his body, letting it drop to the pavement. She vaguely heard cars door starting to shut, meaning the show was over. It was when she started pushing his shirt up that Adam finally pulled away. "If I let you do that I'll fuck you right here, princess. Get in the car." She followed his orders immediately. Somewhere in her mind she knew it was mistake, but she was too far gone to listen. The first thing she seen when she opened her eyes were her clothes strewn everywhere. There was undoubtedly garments missing from the pile. The woman rolled over gingerly, everything in her body protesting. It had been a rough night. The other side of the bed was empty. With a huff of frustration she grabbed the note lying on the empty pillow. "Didn't want to wake you. Hope you had as much fun as I did. We'll have to do this again real soon, baybay. Left tab open so you could eat. - Adam" The woman read over the note multiple times before sitting up in the bed. Her bags were sitting beside the bathroom door, meaning Adam had brought them up before he left. His mood swings almost gave her whiplash by just thinking about them. One second he was outrageously cocky and the next he was being sweet and kind. She quickly shook the thoughts away before getting up and grabbing her shower essentials. No matter what the numerous hickeys littering her body seemed portray, she knew better. Adam was known for the mob of women he blew through. He had never been a one woman man. She was sure the marks were meant to make her life more miserable. Their parking lot tongue battle had garnered a lot of stares. It got to the point that she had to turn her phone off before they even got to the hotel. She was honestly afraid to turn the device back on. There weren't a ton of people that she trusted, but there were enough that knew this was out of the ordinary. She had never been known to be promiscuous, which had started a lot of rumors. It seemed like everything started rumors though. It took her four hours to turn her phone on. Seven weeks later she was sitting on another hotel room floor with tears streaming down her face. This absolutely could not be happening. The day after the Adam incident she had sprained her wrist during a session of angry training. When that had pretty much cleared up she started traveling with the Briscoes once more, only to immediately get hit with the flu. The last two weeks had been hell. She couldn't keep much down, had horrible dizzy spells, and generally hadn't gotten out of bed unless necessary. All the sleep in the world hadn't seemed to help it in the least. But she had powered through and continued traveling with the argument of definitely needing the paycheck when she was well. That, and knowing she had no one else to watch after her, made the brothers reluctantly surrender the argument. Yet the night before had been the last straw. Jay made it very clear she had twenty-four hours for her condition to improve before he would force her to the hospital. It was a dark realisation that lead her to her current predicament. While she had always been irregular she had never gone this long without a visit from aunt Flo. Without so much as changing out of her pajamas she made her way to the closest pharmacy as fast as possible. About an hour later and here she was. Unable to stop crying with her back against one of the two beds in the room. Of course that's when the door opened. "Well, I'll be damned! Look who fin-" It took Mark a second to see her, and he stopped talking as soon as he did. "What's wrong?" Jay asked before pushing past his brother. Mark was never lost for words and it automatically alarmed the older Briscoe. Jay took in the multiple objects by her feet before his eyes slowly drifted to her. "Oh shit..." He whispered quietly. He knew exactly what was laying next to her. It wasn't a flu. In the flash of an eye the door was closed and the brothers were next to her, bags haphazardly shoved aside. Jay pulled her into his arms tightly as soon as he was next to her on the ground. She had always been closer to him. "I don't know much about this stuff, but I know all these tears ain't good. You can't be all stressed out like this. It's gonna be alright, girl." He told her quietly. Mark quietly sat on her other side and gently rubbed what he could of her back. It was clear once the brothers looked at each other that they were only certain of one thing. They were going to fucking kill Adam Cole. "We'll figure it all out. I promise." It was about two months after their "special night" when he seen her again. She was backstage talking to Dalton Castle. "You're looking nice, princess." Adam told her as he walked past them to the locker room. The Bucks looked both relieved and worried when they seen him. Before he could ask Matt held up a plastic stick. "Know who this could belong to? 'Cause it's not here for either of us, and we're pretty sure it's not for the others." Adam grabbed it and examined it. It was positive. Adam's heart jumped in his chest. This couldn't be real. He didn't know her at all outside the ring. Hell, he barely knew her name. Without another word he flew out of the locker room and back to where he had seen her moments earlier. Paying no mind to the other man, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the nearest empty room he could find. Once they were both inside the closet, and the door was locked he started talking. "Don't worry, Adam. I'm on the pill. Those were your EXACT words." A sad chuckle escaped her lips when he spoke. "You really think I was looking to get knocked up by a pretentious asshole? I'd die before I crossed that line." It was nearly impossible to look at anything but each other in the cramped space. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around her midsection, like she was protecting herself. "Nobody even has to know it's yours. I just thought you deserved to know before it got obvious." He didn't tell her he wasn't the one who found the test. "So you're keeping it?" He asked bluntly. The woman tightened her grip on herself before responding. "Yeah, in fact I am. Nothing you can say that's going to change that." She peered up at him almost as if she was daring him to protest. He ran his hand down his face with a sigh. "You really think no one's going to expect something. Bucks found the test and I just pulled you away from Castle like you were on fire. Besides everyone seen you basically undress me in the parking lot that night." The woman couldn't help but laugh at his words. "You know you could at least pretend to care about YOUR child. But since you're so worried about your reputation, and getting your dick wet, I'll let you in on a secret." She stood on her tip toes to whisper in his ear before speaking once more. "I kinda valet for these guys, you should know them. The Briscoes. Well Jay has already agreed to publicly tell everyone it's his to help me out." Adam's eyes grew wide. Of all people it had to be Jay. Once she was flat on her feet again she seen the look of shock on his face. "Jay would rather die then do anything to remotely help me. Was our romp just to make the big hick mad? Have you been sucking his dick this whole time?" Anger filled every vein in her body. Jay and Mark had basically saved her career when she started giving up on herself. Her knee abruptly connected with his groin, fists hammering on his back as he went to his knees. "How dare you!" She yelled as she continued swinging. She couldn't be happier Adam had taken them so far away from the main hubbub backstage. If he hadn't someone surly would have bust in upon hearing the literal growls leaving her throat. Suddenly her hands were caught in his bigger ones, wrists twisted just enough to cause a twinge of pain. "You're lucky you're knocked up. Bet your good ol' country boy was just crushed when he found out I was the one who got the job done. Has he ever made you feel as good as I did that night?" She knew there was no way to break his grasp in the position, and small space, they were in. With anger still buzzing around her body she went with her instincts and spit in his hair. He let out a groan of disgust before getting back to his feet. "Is it really my kid? Or is all this just something elaborate to get in my head? Are you even pregnant, princess?" He asked with a sneer. The anger was starting to shine in his blue eyes. When he didn't immediately get a response he chuckled. "Why don't you go ask Jay and Mark? Or better yet go ask Dalton, who found me crying after I left the test. I'd never stoop to your level to get in your head. I didn't even do that when I was in the ring with you." She could have gotten that match with him if she really tried. Instead she tried to work up to that point, which obviously backfired. "All of my hard work is put on hold. All my momentum vanished when I told the higher ups I was pregnant earlier." Somewhere deep inside he felt a slight twinge of guilt upon hearing her last words. Any future she had in wrestling was, at the very least, temporarily uprooted. It was everything else that made him open his mouth. "This isn't all on me even if it is my kid. It was a joint decision to go on after the condom broke." He justified harshly. The woman sneered at him. "It IS your kid. You're the only person I've slept with in the last five months, asshole. I never expressly said it was either our faults, but it's happening whether you like it or not." After a solid minute of tense silence Adam let her hands go. She instantly covered her midsection once more, only this time he realized what she was doing. "You really think I'm that fucked up, princess?" The sour look on his face helped voice his displeasure at the thought. "Everyone handles stress differently. You'd be surprised." The woman answered timidly. He pried her arms apart and set them against her sides. What had she been through that made her expect him to attack? "Well, I don't deal with it like that." It hurt that this woman automatically thought he'd swing on her. Even if he absolutely despised children he couldn't imagine doing THAT. "What's the plan?" The woman felt like it was a loaded question. "If you decide to walk out? Whenever I tell everyone I'll tell them it's Jay's. Then I do what I can to take care of me and my child. I mean you didn't have a hard time believing I was sleeping with him. I'm sure he'll be there for all the milestones anyways, so that helps with keeping up appearances. If you decide you want to help, we'll tell everyone the news and go from there." She answered truthfully. They were complete strangers thrust into a messed up situation. Adam voiced the first thought he had. "You've always seemed closer to Jay. And you always room with them." The way he said it sounded so judgemental that she had to restrain from hitting him again. "I met him first. This girl's friends tried coming after me in the ring and he saved my ass. We just clicked after that. I love Mark too, don't get me wrong, but Jay's always been the first one there when I need anything. They're the older brothers I never knew I wanted or needed. Rooming with them makes since when you think about it. I don't have to chance anyone messing with my shit, and I get to hang out with my best friends." She didn't know what made her feel the intense need to explain the situation. The hatred between Jay and Adam was something she knew would never end. While she was trying to stay on good terms with Adam she wasn't going to let him drag her family in the dirt. It was seconds later that she felt her phone vibrating wildly in her pocket. "You have a month to think things over, Cole." Her eyes met his before she spoke once more. "Every kid deserves a dad. I know most who don't have one end up find. But some of them... some of them accidentally end up in bed with a stranger." Just like that she was gone. Later that night Adam found himself stepping outside. He needed the fresh air to help clear his mind before his match. He didn't know he wasn't alone. "If you were smart, you'd take the out my brother gave you. It's the only thing you'll ever get from him." A voice that was undeniably the younger Briscoe said. He was leaning against a wall looking at the sky, shadowed in the fading light. "Is this supposed to intimidate me?" Adam asked with a laugh. He should have known something like this would happen. "It's supposed to remind you that you're dealing with other people's lives. She doesn't need to constantly worry about WHEN you'll be tired of being a dad. That baby shouldn't grow up not knowing who it's dad will bring home next. Let Jay take the fall for your stupidity and let us clean up the mess. If you were smart you'd back away." Adam couldn't even respond before Matt was sticking his head out of the door telling him they were almost up. "Be smart." Was the last thing he heard before entering the building with even more questions.

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

If The Walls Could Talk

Angry Jay Briscoe Smut. - Anon

Yeah, there’s hardly any plot. This is just pretty much smut.

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“Good luck,” I smiled softly at Jay as he walked toward me down the cramped hallway.

We were at a house show. The venue was small, dark and quite frankly, gritty. Jay had a big number one contender match versus Sabin. He was hungry for the ROH title that clung to Cole’s waist tighter than the long line of women that waited for him after a show.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he forced a smile at me, sliding his t-shirt over his head as he walked toward the entrance ramp.

I felt myself gasp when he did, staring at his tattooed muscles. I wanted absolutely nothing more than to be with Jay. We had been friends for months, ever since I started my job with backstage coordination in the company.

It was hard to gain Jay’s trust, at least that’s what everyone told me. More than one person told me they were shocked at how quickly Jay had took to me. He usually just kept to his brother Mark, avoiding much interaction with anyone else unless it was inside the ring.

Every single time that I looked at him, I wanted to know how it felt to have his strong arms wrapped around me, his tongue exploring my mouth and my body, his hands all over me.

I watched the match on a tiny monitor in one of the back rooms. I was pretty sure I chewed almost every single one of my fingernails off. It was a hard fought match but in the end, Sabin’s hand was raised in victory. Sabin was number one contender and Jay was back to square one.

I’m not sure what possessed me to go looking for Jay but I did. I made my way down the hallway, walls painted black with graffiti littering it. It was completely empty until Jay rounded the corner. He was huffing breath back into his lungs and his jaw was clenched so tight that it scared me.

“Jay?” I asked innocently, walking toward him “Are you…?”

“What the fuck am I gonna do, huh?” he spat, his hands resting on his hips as he paced across the narrow hallway.

“You’ll get another shot.”

“Like hell I will,” he grunted “Fuckin’ Sabin. Fuckin’ Cole. I’ve been in this company a lot longer than either one of those motherfuckers!”

“I, I know,” I mumbled, not sure what to say.

He stopped pacing and turned to me, his hands dug into my hips and he pushed me against the wall. His nose was almost touching mine, his eyes blaring with a mixture of anger and hunger.

“Jay?” I gasped, my hands gripping onto his bare chest.

“I fuckin’ want you, you know that?” he snarled, his hands sliding up my sides.

I gasped, as I felt his hands take a turn south and slide down passed my skirt and up my thigh.

“For a long time, baby,” he growled, his tongue darting out to run along my closed lips “Never could man up and tell you...Fuckin’ kiss me.”

I gripped his face, dragging his lips toward mine. When they met, his tongue plunged deep, pressing against mine in a flurry of wet kisses. The whole time, his hand crept up my leg and finally, dipped into my panties.

“Jay,” I mumbled against his mouth.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, pulling away “You just keep those pretty little lips closed, you hear me?”

I nodded, as I felt his fingers slide across my slicked heat.

“Fuck yeah,” he pressed his forehead against mine “I been wantin’ this pussy for months.”

I remembered what he said and didn’t respond, even though I wanted to.

He pulled his hand out, sucking on his fingers and closing his eyes as he did.

“Shit,” he whispered, as he dropped them from his lips “I knew you would taste good but god damn.”

His fingers found their way back into my panties and he plunged three fingers up inside of me before I had time to think. I jolted and he capped his hand over my mouth.

“Shh,” he laughed “I said for you to be quiet, sweetheart.”

I nodded, as he moved his fingers more rapidly inside of me. I started rocking my body against his thumb which was pressed against my clit.

“You like that,” he ran his tongue along my ear “Fuck. I’m making you feel good, ain’t I?”

I nodded and nipped at the skin of his palm, still covering my mouth.

He started moving faster and I moaned into his hand. His eyes were locked on me, his tongue darting over his lips as he watched me.

“You gonna cum?” he groaned.

Suddenly, I heard the scuffle of footsteps and I jerked my head to see Cole and the Bucks headed our way.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” Jay spat against my ear, his hand coming off my mouth.

He hooked his fingers inside of me, roughly petting my g-spot. I bucked my hips against his hand and he smirked, his eyes darting toward the men who were almost by us.

“Don’t stop,” he panted again, his thumb flicking my clit hard.

“Fuck,” I yelped, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes tightly.

“Keep movin’ boys,” Jay snarled.

I opened my eyes to see all three of them staring at me, as I came undone around the strong fingers of Jay Briscoe.

Adam licked his lower lip, his eyes falling to Jay’s arm sticking out from under my skirt and then back to my gaping mouth.

“Oh shit!” I squealed.

Matt and Nick both averted their eyes, finally turning and tugging Adam away.

“Cum for me, baby,” Jay turned his eyes back to me “You fuckin’ deserve it.”

His mouth went to my neck, his teeth digging into my skin. I could feel his shoulder shaking with how quickly he was pumping his fingers inside me.

“Jay,” I whined, feeling everything tighten around him “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s it,” he breathed against my ear “Cum all over my fingers, sweetheart .”

I started to scream and his hand covered my mouth again.

Once I had rode out the intensity, I collapsed my body against his.

“Come with me,” he grabbed my hand.

He led me down the hall, sucking on the fingers that had just been inside me. Once we entered an empty room, he locked the door.

“Take off all your clothes,” he ran his hand along his chin “I wanna see how fuckin’ sexy you are. I know you got a sexy lil’ body under all them fancy clothes you wear.”

I felt my cheeks flush and he sucked on his lower lip in anticipation.

I pulled my shirt over my head and unzipped my skirt, leaving me in my underwear.

I watched Jay rip his belt off and drop his pants to the floor. He stepped out of his boots and played with the band of his boxers teasingly.

“I said get naked,” he growled, moving closer to me “I gotta do everythin’?”

I felt myself getting more excited with every command he gave me and being defiant, just a little, made it even better.

He reached around and unhooked my bra, jerking it off my body.

“Fuck," he murmured as his hands came up to squeeze my breasts between them.

He leaned down, running his tongue along one of my nipples and then flicking it quickly. His eyes looked up at me as he did and I dug my fingers into his head.

“Your tits taste damn good,” he groaned against my chest “Fuckin’ perfect size.”

He leaned back up and his fingers played with my panties.

“I can’t wait any longer, baby,” he slid them down off my hips “I gotta get inside this tight lil’ pussy.”

I ripped his boxers down, exposing the large erection I had seen pressed against his pants for minutes now.

“You wanna be rough with me?” he grinned, running his thumb along his chin amusingly “All right, let’s go sweetheart.”

He picked me up, his hands jerking my legs around his waist. Jay shoved me against the wall. I waited with shaky knees as he finally slid his dick up inside me. He moaned, as he pushed passed my walls.

“God damn,” he bit on my earlobe “Tightest pussy I ever fucked.”

He didn’t give me any time to adjust to him. He immediately started thrusting up into me, hard. My back bounced off the wall over and over again. His hands gripped my ass, occasionally smacking it.

“Fuck yeah, you feel like I thought you would. One time and I'll never get enough,” he growled, his hands jerking me against him as hard as he could.

“J…Jay,” I gasped, as he pushed himself faster into me.

My nails dug into his back and he rolled his head back, in pleasure.

“Mmm, hell yeah. You've been thinkin' 'bout me too," he grinned, dropping me to the ground

“No, don't stop," I whined immediately without thinking.

He laughed, turning me around and pressing me against the wall.

“I’m not done yet, darlin’,” he gasped, as he thrust into me from behind.

“Shit,” I yelped, my nails trying to dig into the cracks of the cement block walls for support.

His hand slammed down on my ass and I screamed. I heard a satisfied cackle from behind me.

Jay’s hands roamed around, to grip my breasts as he pushed me up and down on his dick.

“Yeah, stick that pretty ass out…Just like that,” he smacked me again and I pushed myself closer to him, standing on my tip toes.

He started pounding harder and before I knew it, I could feel myself climbing toward my orgasm.

“You wanna cum with me, baby? Huh?” he drew my head back close to him, his hand lightly gripping my throat.

“Yes,” I managed to gasp.

His hips started snapping against my ass and I felt everything inside me ripple around him. He grunted loudly and leaned closer, his warm breath on my neck as he came inside me.

"I'm holdin' on to you, make you mine," he growled aggressively against my ear.

I moaned, as I circled my hips a few more times, riding my orgasm out completely.

Jay slid out and turned me around. His mouth devoured mine again, his thumbs lightly pressing into my cheeks.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” I gasped, when he finally pulled away.

He laughed, pressing his body flush against mine. I traced the tattoos on his chest with my fingers and he shuttered.

“Fuck, I feel better,” he whispered, placing a quick kiss on my forehead.

“Can we do it again?” I turned my eyes up at him innocently.

“Give me time to get my strength back up, sweetheart….I can go all night with you.”