Pillow Talk

[PurpleMage]

Continued from here

Some days had passed since Serena and Terrell’s match, but the strain on her body was still a little present. The match had left some mark in her in the form of pain that would take some time to completely fade away, but it also brought Serena to meet Terrell Hughes, ring name Black Severin, and the Siren just got her sights on him. The man looked interesting and his character was pretty endearing to the blonde, not to mention that he was more than attractive, so after a win well earned Serena exchanged numbers with him and they agreed on meeting after they would rest their bodies for a much more different kind of encounter.

That day had come and Serena was getting ready for her meeting with Terrell while taking a shower to relax. In some way having warm water trickling down her still sore muscles gave her comfort after a difficult match. For some minutes the blonde would just remain under the shower letting her soreness dissolve. The challenge that was the match was completed, now it was take to enjoy the spoils of war, and she was pretty interested in what Terrell could have to offer.

After she was done with the shower Serena walked out of it, feeling refreshed and enjoying the feeling of cleanness. She would just let the cool air of her apartment dry her skin as she gathered her clothes. She slipped into some black lace lingerie that she had chosen beforehand and that would surely get some approval later, then she would get some tight trousers with some rips on the knee and thigh, a white sleeveless t-shirt and a black leather jacket on top of that. A pair of black boots, some final touches and she was ready, fresh and renewed after her shower. Some light makeup on her eyes and cheeks would complete the pack and she was ready for a night out just in time as her phone buzzed when the taxi she ordered arrived to her door.

A little taxi ride after and Serena was stepping inside a not so big but elegant and cozy looking hotel in a small not-so-close to downtown part of the city. She discovered it scouting for cool places to bring her partners and she was a regular now. Seeing that she arrived a little before the appointed time Serena would deal with all the checking in and some minutes later she was pretty ready for Terrell’s arrival, waiting sitting in a leather sofa in the lobby with her long legs crossed.

[DSX93]

Terrell showed up not too long after, having sought out an early arrival himself. Both because he never liked to keep a lady waiting and because this hotel was quite a ways out from where he was staying in this town, which was an entirely unfamiliar environment. He gave himself one final once-over in the reflection of his car window before stepping inside, nervous, but not quite as much as he would've been otherwise on account of the casual all-black ensemble he'd purchased with his sizeable earnings from their match.

A nice hat sat atop of the lengthy dreadlocks that he had tied back into a ponytail that left his ears -- and the diamond studs hanging from them -- exposed. Perched atop his nose was a rimless, rectangular pair of glasses. Underneath the long-sleeved shirt that he left unbuttoned was a sleeveless, closely fitted shirt that contoured the musculature of his upper body nicely. Enough to catch the eye, but not so much that it would be obscene in public, he felt. Covering his lower body was a comfortable pair of slacks that were held up with a belt that had a silver ankh on the buckle, and a sleek pair of leather shoes.

Terrell's General Appearance

The miser in him that was used to living month-to-month on retail money let him have it when he bought the outfit and especially the jewelry, but he just had to. Not only did he have Serena to impress, but it was also on sale. And besides, the aftermath still left him with much more than he'd see at the end of the average month anyway.

Beautiful women, great competition, and a nice payout after every match, even if it's a loss. Terrell was already beginning to like it here in the LAW.

And after walking inside the small hotel and being wowed by its surprisingly fancy interior, he was glad to have splurged a little. He wasn't the spiffiest fellow in the establishment, but at least he didn't look entirely out of place.

It didn't take long for him to find Serena. Once his eyes had caught her in their periphery, they homed right in. She too was rocking an alternative look, which made her even more appealing to him than she already was. He'd always held an appreciation for that sort of thing; the other. The outcast who stands apart from the rest.

The sight of her filled him with the heat of infatuation.

Okay.

Anxiety.

Alright.

Eagerness to get to doing what she told him she wanted to do.

God, this woman is perfect.

And more anxiety.

He took a breath.

Here we go.

With a friendly smile on his face, he made his approach. "Hello there!" He would say as he went to join her on the sofa.

[PurpleMage]

Serena didn’t have to wait much before she noticed Terrell making his appearance through the hotel’s doors. “A punctual man, good.” Terrel was donning a look that gave him some air of elegance but kept a casual appearance. It really looked like the man took care of how he looked like, and Serena liked what she could see. His clothes would hint his muscular frame, but of course the blonde had seen much more of that when they were in their wrestling attire. As it was being a common thing in him, Terrell looked half excited, half anxious as hell around Serena, and that was something she had learnt to appreciate. The man noticed Serena and approached her, sitting besides her in the sofa.

“Hey there, you. Now that’s a good looking man.”, said the blonde complimenting her partner before looking at him with a playful look. “Are you tired or something? No sofa for us, at least not this one with so many people around. Get up, we are moving this somewhere where we can ‘talk’ in private...” She got up and invited him to do so, and after that she would lead him through the main hall as she was pretty used to the building at that point.

When they reached the elevators Serena pressed the button and waited in silence, giving him a shameless, lascivious look. He really looked impressive in that outfit. The ‘ding’ of the elevator’s door opening took her back to reality and both of them walked in. When they were almost going, a man in a business suit ran towards the elevator, so close to catching it. Serena would play dumb and press the closing button, making it look like she didn’t see him.

The best part of going to a 15th floor was having a long elevator trip just for themselves. Serena would then get a little closer to him, taking no concern with personal space. “You know, I think we went pretty hard at each other in our match. I’m still a little sore. What about you?” As she said this, Serena used her hands to get a good feeling at Terrel’s ribcage, where she hurt him the most, but it was all a ruse to get him riled up while having some good feeling of her chest. “Are you still feeling some pain in here?”

Once again, the ‘ding’ interrupted everything and Serena quickly collected herself, as some bad behaving girl not wanting to be caught. With a smile of satisfaction she would guide Terrel down the hall until she was in front of the room marked ‘1509’. The blonde slipped the keycard out of her back pocket and looked at Terrell with an inviting grin. “Well, what do you say? Care to come in?”, she said while unlocking the door.

[DSX93]

Terrell promptly rose from the sofa with a "Yes, ma'am." and followed her lead like a good submissive. While he did take care to watch where the two of them were going -- enough to commit the scenery to memory, at least -- his eyes would become increasingly glued to those tight pants and all the gloriousness the blonde had packed into them.

She was wearing something sexy underneath those. He could see it in the outlines.

The good vibes wouldn't stop. The longer he was with Serena, the more he found to like. Like that look she gave him. That look that said that once they were in that room...

It. Was going to be. On.

It's so simple with her. Everything is out in the open. Even without a word, he'd know what's up. But she wasn't afraid to use her words either; make sure he knew.

And the take charge attitude was so refreshing. So exciting: He was loving being chased for once. Not that he'd planned on moving much faster than a turtle, if at all.

He saw what Serena had done when they were in the elevator and felt kind of bad for the guy who sped up in an attempt to catch it, but it wasn't like he'd have to wait long for it to get back to him.

Oh, they were headed to the fifteenth floor? Damn.

Sorry, guy.

But Terrell wasn't about to miss any of this alone time for the world. He invited Serena with welcome arms into his personal space when she showed that she wanted in. He winced when her hand felt along his ribs, which were still tender from their bout. "A little, but I'll be alright." No serious damage had been done, fortunately. And with the help of some prescription painkillers and a little of that good ole' Mary Jane, it had calmed way down from what it was before. But he would be feeling it for a while longer, still.

"I'm just glad I didn't hurt you too badly."

Like Serena, he would be quick to don a mask of innocence as the elevator doors dinged open. The two would exit while a small group got on, and his eyes would fall right back to the hypnotic sway of her behind while she led him the rest of the way. And then she stopped. He stopped.

The keycard came out. They were at the door. This was about to happen.

Did he care to go in?

"You know it."

What man who has even so much as an inkling of attraction to women would come all this way just to tell Serena Thomas no?

[PurpleMage]

They keycard passed through the scanner and with a beeping and a metallic sound the door was unlocked. Without further ado Serena invited Terrel in and came after him, closing the door behind her. Next to the door was a standing hanger where Serena got her jacket so now she was wearing just her white, sleeveless t-shirt.

Spoiler

The room inside was a really comfortable-looking one. It offered both comfort and privacy while having a pretty good view of the city and it even had a small relaxing space with a sofa. "Get comfortable. I'm gonna fetch some drinks.", said Serena while pointing to the sofa. She headed to the minibar where she scouted for some time, reading the labels of well known bottles since she was a regular until she found her favourite rye whisky brand. "Gotcha." She got two rocks of ice and served herself a drink before going back to Terrell, sitting on the sofa besides him, waiting to see if he had anything to say.

[DSX93]

Terrell whirled about in wonder, taking in the room in much the same way he had when he caught his first (and last) Wrestlemania. Never before had he thought that he'd be spending a night in a room this fancy. Especially not as an invitee.

How much does a night even cost here?

The bespectacled man took a seat as directed, heading straight for the sofa that had the extra pillows. All the better to get nice and cozy in. A look of confusion took form when Serena returned with only her glass in hand. And then he remembered what she'd whispered into his ear.

"I'm guessing I'm gonna have to earn mine?"

[PurpleMage]

Serena was well known amongst her peers for being one that liked having the initiative. Being capable of managing a situation was something she really enjoyed and the current moment was no exception. The blonde like adding her small speck of mischief in her seduction, it gave her some character, and it looked like Terrell was quite receptive to her playful teasing when he talked.

With serious disregard to personal space, Serena leaned against Terrel. "Careless of me. I forgot to serve your drink. Try some of mine." When she said this Serena would get a long sip at her glass and just lean forwards, sealing her lips against his, adding the liquor's flavour to the kiss. Serena would invade Terrel's mouth with her tongue, savoring every instant of that long deep kiss. One of her hands would grab him from the nape of his neck and push him into thr kiss while Serena would reposition herself, going on top of Terrell while straddling him, her other hand grabbing him by the chest of his shirt to pull him into some intense making out. "How's the drink?", she said in between deep kisses, not leaving him much time to breathe in her pushy kissing.

[DSX93]

Terrell would see it coming, and before it happened, he felt that he was ready. But he would still be overwhelmed when the whiskey came in through her mouth. There was just so much of it, and he had to prepare himself to swallow fast if he didn't want it going down the wrong pipe and making a mess of things before they could get underway. And he had to do all of that while still trying to give her a hot French kiss in return.

His eyes went wide like a deer in the path of an eighteen wheeler. He'd swapped cherries and grapes by tongue before, but never a long swallow of liquor. It made for something of a comedic sight, him struggling to gulp the whiskey down while wrapping his arms around her because he still didn't want her to stop.

Once it was down, however, it was smooth sailing. Without the whiskey to juggle, he would be able to properly meet her rhythm and relax. Close his eyes, let those warm waves that came with every press of her lips into his take him, really enjoy the flavor of the drink as she intended while their tongues got acquainted with one another, and just...melt. Melt into her.

He moaned into her mouth when she pulled him even closer into her, and again, more deeply when he felt her shifting about to straddle him. His hands moved to help her along, and his pounding heart got the blood flowing between his legs without delay. After being asked about the drink, the image of the chosen beverage of the gods came to mind. He knew the word, but on account of the aforementioned transfer of blood from his head to his other head, he wouldn't be able to name it. And so he'd breathlessly state the best substitute that his lust-addled brain could come up with.

"Whiskey of the gods, baby."

Something that Terrell very much would've preferred to partake in more slowly, but he wasn't about to raise a fuss about that.

His hands would explore Serena's body at a pace that was at odds with their feverish making out. Tender and gradual, just like at the end of that wonderful period of time where she had him trapped between her legs in their match. Again like a blind man committing a person's appearance to memory, this time focusing on the flesh that was available underneath her shirt. And since they had the whole night in a room all to themselves, he took even more time to feel every smooth inch. Every curve. Every muscle.

When his hands passed by her bra, he intentionally left one lingering about at the hook. Not to undo it; no, he wouldn't dare try to take any control away from her. But through that, he would make a little suggestion. Let her know where he'd like for this to go next.

[PurpleMage]

Serena couldn’t help but feel a little fun and mischievous when she noticed Terrell’s distress in the middle of their liquor sharing, the man so worried about choking and ruining the mood. Well, after all the man started getting into it after the whiskey predicament was over he added some motions on his own to their making out, meeting Serena’s invading tongue with his as they made a complex dance inside his mouth. Now that Terrell had found his center and started kissing back Serena had to admit the man was pretty good at it. He took good notice of all her movements and added to the mix so she was starting to really enjoy this. Not like he wasn’t, he even moaned a little inside her mouth when the Siren straddled him.

The blonde kept ravaging Terrel’s mouth when she noticed the man slipping his hands through her shirt. Serena would squirm under the man’s gentle touch, a long-drawn pant escaping her as she let him have a pretty thorough feel at her firm curves. Letting Terrel do as he pleased, Serena threw her head back for a moment and would just enjoy the treatment she was getting, her body more than ready to take it to the next step, waiting for the moment Terrell would undress her. When he got his hands on the clasp of her bra and just hung there she almost pouted and asked him to go further. Oh well, if he was going to be a tease she could pay him with the same coin.

“You lost your chance, big guy.”, Serena said while removing Terrel’s hands from inside her shirt and pushing them over his head. “Now it’s my turn.” The blonde would then start peeling off layers of clothing out of Terrell with nimble fingers, accomodating him when needed so the clothes would go over his back and off his chest. Thanks to his previous work on his shirt buttons it didn’t take much time before Serena would be tossing away Terrell’s shirt, all clothing landing on a nearby chair.

From there Serena would go to give Terrell’s chest the caressing of his life, taking her good time to feel all of his muscles in a way much different from the one they shared in their match. She even leaned forwards to get some kisses going all along his chest region. Only when she was pleased with devouring his body she would regain her upright position and would get her shirt off, revealing a black lace bra that left few to imagination, a bra Terrell had felt already like a blind man reading braille. Serena would get her arms on her own hips and look defiantly funny at him: “Well, are you going to finish what you started before or what?”

[DSX93]

Terrell went straight for that neck when Serena put it out there for the taking. All instinct, just like a vampire. He peppered it with kisses, nibbling at it a little, and pulling it closer to his mouth when his hands were in position on her back so he could give her a long, salacious lick from the top of her collarbone all the way to the chin. The hand that wasn't teasing the clasp of her bra would go low to lift her up by her rump, presenting an angle for him to tuck his head under her chin and rest it against her chest. The romantic let out a breath that was filled to the brim with yearning, closed his eyes as he leaned back into the pillows behind him, and started listening to her quickening heartbeat.

This wasn't a misread of the situation at hand, and Terrell was no fool. This was going to be a fuck and he knew it. But he couldn't help himself. He just had to make this intimate to some degree. However, her next dictation over the direction of the proceedings would still leave him grinning like a spellbound fool, even during that mention of silent miscommunication.

Although that one was on the playful tone she brought it up with. But he still had the wherewithal to offer her a quick and genuine "Sorry.", and made a note to take charge himself a little bit next time.

He made movements to assist with her new objective of rendering him topless and kept his arms to the side, allowing her to touch and kiss to her heart's content, her lips drawing moans and arches of his back that pushed his chest into her for more. His eyes would follow her hands when they went to grasp the bottom of her shirt after she'd sat upright, and having been thoroughly pulled into a lustful daze, he watched with awe as Serena pulled it over her head, finally allowing them to feast upon the lace that supported her generous bust.

The beautiful blonde didn't need words to communicate what her expectations were here. That one look was all Terrell needed to understand the assignment. When that bra dropped he went right to work, giving her big breasts plenty of Tender Loving Care. With his massaging hands, smooth lips, swirling tongue, and...

A lightbulb dinged to life above his head. Acting upon its suggestion, he would cease his ministrations, but only for as long as it took to grab that glass of whiskey off the nearby table. He reached inside and removed a couple rocks of ice, taking an extra second as he placed one in his teeth, his dark brown eyes staring deep into her blues. She would know what was about to happen next.

The other rock would be held in his fingers as he wrapped an arm around her waist to provide himself with a nice close-up and build a little anticipation before her nipples and the ice would make their introductions...