Risking It All-Drew McIntyre
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You had been trying to sleep for hours now, ans it just wasn't working. You had stayed the night at Drew's. He wouldn't let you leave with how much you drank at his birthday party. Although he doesn't drink, he was too tired to drive you home so he offered you his guest room in his giant house.
That was the perk of you being close to the Scotsman. You peel yourself from the bed, and walk down the hall to his bedroom. You debated on whether or not you should be doing this, but opted to do it anyway.
You make your way into the room and pushed on his shoulder. "Drew?" You call out to him a couple times before his eyes fly open.
"What's up princess?" He asks you, voice filled with sleep as if he couldn't get any more attractive.
"I can't sleep." You tell him, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. He scoots to the other side of the bed, patting the bed so that you'd join him. "Thank you."
You slide in next to him, and he wraps his strong arms around you. His breath hot on the back of your neck, sending shivers down your body. "Everything alright, love?"
"Yeah." You breathe out to him even though you can literally feel the outline of his upper body pressed up against your back.
"Why couldn't you sleep?" He asks you, and you shrug your shoulders. "Come on, love. You know you can tell me."
"Just restless for some reason." You tell him, and his hand is on your hip now.
"Is it because of what happened earlier?" He asks, referencing the drunken kiss you had given him.
"I was drunk. It meant nothing." You tell him, and he gives your hip a gentle squeeze.
"Nothing?" He asks, sounding a bit disappointed. "Didn't feel like nothing."
You turn around to face him, opening your mouth to speak when he grabs a lose piece or your hair, twirling it around his finger before tucking it behind your ear. "I want to kiss you again." He whispers, and you turn your head.
"I need some air." You tell him, and walk into his bathroom for a moment trying to compose yourself.
When you go back out after a few minutes, he's lying there, staring at the ceiling. He says nothing when you crawl back into the bed. "You okay, love? I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
"You didn't. I just-" you stop yourself, sighing. He rolls over to face you, propping himself up on his elbow.
"Just what? Not into me like that?" He asks, and you actually let out a laugh. "What's so funny?"
"I'd have to be blind not to be into you." You say, and he smirks at you. "I just you know, have a boyfriend."
"Do you love him?" He asks you, and you nod. "Are you IN love with him?" You shake your head. "That's your problem then. You want a love that completely consumes you. He isn't cutting it. You want something fun, risky, dangerous even."
That's exactly what you wanted. How did he know that? "Am I wrong?" You shake your head again.
He traces your cheek with the tips of his fingers, and your heart began to beat faster. He looks into your eyes, almost asking for permission before he leans down to press his lips to yours.
You don't push him away. In fact, you kiss him back. His tongue glides against your bottom lip, and you open up your lips to allow his tongue to touch yours.
Your body was on high alert now, and you didn't want him to stop. However, you reluctantly pull away first, turning your head away from him.
His fingers graze your inner thigh before he gently squeezes it. "Now, why don't you tell me why you really couldn't sleep?" He asks the question again.
"I was thinking about you." You tell him, and still don't look him in the eyes.
"And what were you thinking about?" He asks, his fingers dancing closer to your clothed cunt.
"Um." You start to say, and he moves his fingers back up, squeezing your thigh again. "How I have a boyfriend, and doing these things in my head is like cheating on him."
"Does he not make my princess feel good?" He questions, his hand sliding over your panties.
"He's alright." You tell him, shrugging your shoulders.
"If he's alright then why are you in my bed?" He asks you, and you hitch a breath at his words. "That's what I thought. Don't you want me to touch you? Or have my head in between those legs?"
"Drew." You try to say sternly, but it comes out as a whine.
"I won't touch you without your consent, love. You have to use your words and tell me what you want." He says into my ear, and you bite down on your lip. "I can make you feel good, princess."
"I don't doubt that." You joke, and Drew chuckles at your response. "I'm not a cheater."
"Never said you were." He responds, and presses a kiss to your cheek. "We both know we want this. Isn't it worth the risk?"
"I don't know." You tell him, and he presses a kiss to your jaw. "I can never think straight when it comes to you."
"Trust me, I know the feeling." He says, and your face heats up. "Been wanting this for a long time."
"Why me?" You ask, suddenly feeling insecure.
"Well, for starters, you're beautiful." He says, and you roll your eyes at him. "Second, you wear my shirts with nothing else but panties."
"That's how I sleep!" You defend, and he nods his head.
"Oh I'm sure it is, love." He says, laughing lightly before pressing a kiss to your lips. "Do you want me to touch you?"
You stare into those beautiful blue eyes, nodding your head. "Words, princess."
"Yes." You whisper, and his hand slides down from your cheek, all the way down to inside of your panties.
"You're so wet for me princess." He mumbles against your neck. "Let's take these off." You lift your hips, and he removes your panties. "Though I love you in my shirts, let's take that off too." You sit up to remove your shirt.
He eyes your body, and you become self conscious. You go to cover yourself, but he stops you. "No, love. Let me see all of you."
He moves to hover over you, and begins to kiss down your neck slowly. His tongue tracing your collarbone until it reaches your left nipple. He palms your right breast before switching sides. He's barely done anything, and your body feels like it could explode.
"Don't think of anything else other than me, understood?" He asks you, and you nod. He begins to trail kisses down your stomach. Then, he places his lips up, and down your thighs.
You never thought you'd see the day that Drew McIntyre had his fave between your legs, and honestly, it not a sight you'll ever be able to forget.
Your thoughts are interrupted when his warm tongue licks up your folds. Your hand immediately falls to his hair, fisting it. "Tastes so good, love." He says, placing his tongue on your clit, circling it just right.
Moans, and curses leave your mouth as he continues to pleasure you in ways you never thought were possible. He slowly slides one finger inside of you. "So tight, princess."
"More, please." You beg him, and he adds another finger. He curls them both tight inside you. "Fuck, Drew."
"That's right, love. Moan my fuckin' name." He groans, and attaches his tongue back to your clit.
You begin to buck your hips up, but he presses them down to the bed. Taking control as he ate you like his last meal.
"You're squeezing my fingers, love. Cum for me." He groans, his own hips thrusting into the mattress for his own relief.
"Drew." You moan, and he looks up at you, his tongue and fingers not stopping. "Right there, fuck."
The warmth in your stomach builds and builds until your back is arching off the bed, and his name falling from your lips. His fingers work through your orgasm before he brings them up to his lips, sucking them clean.
He let's you catch your breath before he hovers over again. You reach up to touch his face, and he rests his forehead against yours. "More." You beg him, and you feel him remove his boxers.
"Want me to fuck you?" He asks nonchalantly. You nod quickly, and he presses his lips to yours before sitting back to align himself with you. "You're sure?"
"Please." You beg, and he slowly sinks himself into you. Spreading you wife open, and the vein in his neck bulges out at the sensation. "Fuck, you're huge."
"And you're tight." He says, and you run your hands through his hair. "My pretty princess." He whispers, pressing his lips to yours.
He pulls out slowly, thrusting back into you. "You can go faster." You tell him, and he smirks at you.
"I'm taking my precious time with you, love." He says, slowly thrusting himself in and out of you. "Been waiting years to get inside of you."
You surprise him by grabbing his hand, sliding it up to your throat. His eyes grow even darker, and you smirk up at him. "Full of surprises aren't you?"
You shrug your shoulders, and he begins to thrust harder into you, using his grip on your throat as leverage. You look at his muscled bicep, the veins in his arm protruding at the force he was using to pound himself into you.
He removes his hand from your throat, and you whimper at the loss of contact. He bends down to kiss your neck before bringing his head back to press a kiss to your lips. "Leave him." He groans, and your eyes fly to his. "Fucking leave him, and you can have me."
"I've been yours for years now. You know that." You pant, and he pushes one leg up to his shoulder.
"My princess." He says, and you nod. He slows down his thrusts again, your leg falling from his shoulder. "Mine." He mumbles before biting down on your neck.
"I'm yours." You tell Drew, and he reaches his hand down to rub your clit. You whimper, and he rests his sweaty forehead on yours again.
"Give it to me again, love." He whispers, and you wanted to hold off so bad, but he had the magic touch. "Come on princess."
"Want me to cum for you, daddy?" You ask him, and he halts all movement.
"What did you just call me?" He asks you, hitting you with a deep thrust. "Say it again. Now."
"Daddy." You whimper, and he begins to thrust his cock into you deeper. You scratch down his back, breaking skin. "Sorry."
"Keep doing it. Want the world to know I fuck my girl so good she has to leave marks." He says, and that was it for you. With one more deep thrust, he has you screaming his name, nails scratching down his back.
He slows down his thrusts, and pulls out, stroking himself until he releases himself onto your stomach, your name falling from his lips.
He looked like a God with his sweaty body, and his hair a mess. "Let's get you cleaned up." He says, pulling you with him into the shower.
You gasp when you see his back when he bends over to start the shower. "Oh my god, Drew!"
He turns to the mirror looking at his back with a smirk. "Did it feel good?" He asks you, and you know what he's talking about.
"Yes." You tell him, and he shrugs his shoulders.
"Then don't worry about it, princess." He says, guiding you into the shower first.
"That's going to sting when you get in the water." You say with a pout, and Drew just smiles at you.
"It doesn't hurt, love. Felt real good when you did it to." He says, and joins you in the shower.
Moments of silence pass, and you just stand there, your arms wrapped around his waist. "So, are you really going to leave him?"
"Yes." You answer without hesitancy. "What does this mean for us?"
"Well, once you've broken up with him. I want you coming straight here so I can ask you a very important question." He says, kissing your forehead.
"And what would that be?" You ask him, and he pulls you back to look at him.
"I guess you'll have to wait until you come back." He says, kissing your nose.
"I won't make you wait long." You tell him, and he smiles at you.
"Good cause I've waited long enough to make you mine. I don't want to waste another second." He says, finishing up washing your body.
You both step out of the shower, and he hands you another one of his shirts, and a pair of his underwear. "Come on, love. Let's get some sleep."
