TITLE: Tangled Webs
AUTHOR: Me, Raquel!
DISCLAIMER: This story is a complete work of fiction. I do not own Paul
Levesque (Triple H), Dwayne Johnson (The Rock), or Trish Stratus. I do own
Gabrielle, for she is a figment of my imagination :) I don't make any
money off this story, so dun sue me, please!!! ::cries::
DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive! but ask first :)
RATING: NC-17
CONTENT: Explicit sexual situations
SPOILERS: none
SUMMARY: Gabrielle and Paul have some...... fun ROFL this is basically a
lil PWP to set the mood and emotional dynamics of the story :) Told from
Gabrielle's POV
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I laughed to myself as I ran down the
hallway. The security guards whirled around in surprise, but they relaxed
when they saw it was only I. I almost felt bad for scaring them.
But I pushed those thoughts out of my head
and sneaked a peek behind me. Good, he was still there. I darted to
the right, hoping to throw him off, but he was still on my heels with that
determined grin on his face. He really loved this game. So did I, in
fact; I was grinning myself.
I bolted around a corner looking for an
empty room nearby, but I slammed face-first into somebody instead. I was a
little dazed and staggered back a few steps, and then looked up to see Dwayne
standing there. That smug ironic smirk on his face was almost taunting me.
Anger flashed in my eyes, but he held my arm firmly to keep me there. When
my pursuer came around the corner, he laughed.
"Does she belong to you, Paul?"
Dwayne asked, as if he didn't know. One of these days, I swore to myself,
I was going to...
"You bet your ass she does, Rock.
Thanks for the help." Paul was smiling, and I wouldn't have put it
past him to plan it, but I knew he didn't. He enjoyed chasing me too much.
Dwayne looked me up and down, and the
expression in his eyes made me shiver. "Too bad," he said, not
looking away from me. Then he threw me a wink and walked around the
corner. I turned to Paul, upset, and he put his arm around me.
"See what happens when you run from me, Gab?" he said mischievously.
All thoughts of Dwayne left my mind, and I
pulled Paul against me hard. "Why don't you SHOW me what
happens?" I whispered, almost leering at him.
His eyes twinkled, and he glanced around.
He spotted some janitor's equipment and blocked off the hallway with
"Caution: Wet Floor" signs. "I'll show you right here,
right now. And there really WILL be a Wet Floor." He grabbed me
and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth as my hands felt around his hard
stomach, down to his tights. When my fingers lightly grazed the growing
bulge there, he stiffened, emitting a small moan. I broke away from his
kiss and started to kneel down.
He quickly pulled me to my feet and pushed
me against the wall. "You're not gonna get away that easy. I'm
going to pound you senseless," he said, and hiked up my skirt. I let
him yank down my panties, giving only a perfunctory struggle. He knew how
bad I wanted him. I always did. That was the point of the whole
thing.
He held me to the wall with one arm and
pulled his tights down with the other. At just the sight of his cock, I
could feel myself getting wetter, and I started to squirm. It was amazing
how big he was getting. The man was a monster.
He lunged at me, ripping my shirt open and
destroying my bra. He wasn't satisfied until my breasts were completely exposed,
then he let out a rumble of pleasure, and lowered his head. He flicked his
tongue at one of my nipples, sending a shiver through me. I was growing
even more aroused. Then he licked my breast, his tongue traveling all the
way up to my ear, and whispered, "You taste so good, baby, but how do you
feel?"
Without another word, he jammed his manhood
into me with all his strength, causing me to almost yell with shock. My
muscles immediately contracted to sheath him tightly. He closed his eyes
and let out a small sigh, then looked into my eyes grinning. He withdrew
and rubbed against me, letting me feel how hard he was. I whimpered, and
tried to grab him, to push him back inside of me, but he slapped my hands away.
"Not until I say so," he hissed, enjoyment flashing in his eyes.
I loved it a little rough, but he'd never
taken control like this before, and it was driving me wild. I didn't know
how much more I could take.
He bent his head down and suckled at my
breasts, harder and harder, then he started nipping at my skin lightly. I
thought I would scream from pleasure. At the edge of my threshold, he
stopped and kissed me fervently, probing my mouth with his tongue. I felt
him beginning to break the kiss and I pulled at his tongue with my lips, sucking
on it, stroking it with mine. I could feel my sex tingling, longing for
him.
I let go of his tongue, and he smiled at
me. I grabbed his firm ass and pulled him against me, and this time he
gave no objection when his cock slid into me. I started to writhe, loving
the feel of him inside of me, but his arm held me firmly against the wall, and
his eyes gleamed. He slowly shook his head no, and started to slowly pump
himself deeper into me. He was teasing me on purpose, I knew it, but it
felt so good.
He started to thrust harder, like a
jackhammer. I grabbed his hips, my fingernails almost sinking into his
flesh. I felt like I would bust, and had to bite my lip to keep from
crying out. His head was back, his eyes closed, as he held me firmly to
the wall. He was grinding into me now, faster and harder.
I couldn't hold it in any longer and let
out a small yell. He gently covered my mouth and I screamed into his hand
as I climaxed, ecstasy flooding my body. He slowed his pace gradually, and
then pulled his still-hard dick out of me. He was almost dripping with my
juices.
He slowly rubbed my breasts as he waited
for me to catch my breath. God, it was so sensual. He kissed me
softly, exploring my mouth hungrily with his tongue. Then he drew back.
"I made you come, now it's my
turn," he said with a sparkle in his eye, and gently pushed me to my knees.
I knelt down in a small puddle of my own
liquid, but I didn't even care. Stroking his cock with my fingers, I let
my nails lightly graze a trail from the base to the tip. He shivered
slightly, and I knew he enjoyed it. I softly massaged him with one hand,
and tenderly held his balls with the other. I leaned in and planted
feathery kisses all over his dick. He let out a sigh of pleasure, and
turned so his back was against the wall where I had been. I moved with
him, and licked his cock like an ice cream cone, sucking on the tip and tasting
my own juices. I didn't know how I was going to get all of him into my
mouth, but I was sure going to try.
I slid his cock into my mouth and ran my
tongue over the head of it. He tasted delicious so I dived in. I
took him in as far as I could and it still wasn't all of it, Paul was huge.
I started slow, up and down, up and down, swirling my tongue around his shaft.
I went faster and faster, fucking him with my mouth. He sunk his fingers
into my thick dark hair, holding onto me. I pushed him past my gag reflex,
all the way in, loving the taste, the feel of him. I sucked harder, moved
faster. When I felt him starting to tremble, I grabbed his balls tightly
and milked them firmly, never stopping my mouth. He gasped with surprise,
and held tight to the wall as he exploded in my mouth. I felt his semen
flow down my throat as I slowed my mouth, moving my tongue more gently. I
sucked every drop from him, licking his tip clean.
I rose to my feet, and lovingly kissed the
sweat from his face. He was still breathing hard and I brushed my body
against his, my exposed breasts rubbing against his chest. I kissed his
ear and gently rolled my tongue around his earlobe, pulling on it a little with
my lips. I whispered to him, "Do you know how crazy you make
me?" He closed his eyes and pushed out a sigh. When he was breathing
regularly, he looked into my eyes and said, "About as crazy as you make
me," then he smiled. I loved his smile, that true smile that wasn't
faked or hard. He kissed me so gently and lovingly that I melted in his
arms.
All of a sudden he started and looked at
his watch. "Shit, babe, I have to get ready for my interview with Vince,
it's the opening bit. See you after the show, right?" He beamed at me
when I said yes, and quickly pulled up his tights. He gave me a fast kiss
and then paused, staring into my eyes. "I love you, Gabrielle,"
he whispered. My heart jumped; every time he said it felt like the first
time. "I love you, too, Paul," I whispered softly. He
smiled and disappeared around the corner.
I leaned back against the wall, grinning.
My bra was almost ripped apart, the third that week, and I threw it into the
janitor's trash, giggling a little at the thought of him finding it. I
buttoned up my shirt as best I could, considering a few buttons were missing.
I fixed my skirt and underwear, wiping off my knees. Glancing at the wall
covered in sweat and the glistening floor, I giggled again as I walked away to
the women's dressing room.
