When we got back to the locker room, the hallway was filled with people all wanting a piece of me. Earnshaw was in his fucking element, so we left him out there to deal with them and shut the door behind him. He was PR’s golden boy now. The kid in his twenties who’d left a big firm to sign with an unknown, who’d come from nowhere to win a World Heavyweight title. There were probably as many people out there who were trying to poach him as those who wanted a piece of me. I liked the guy but it would be a good test of his loyalty to see whether he stuck with us or jumped ship.
I crossed the length of the room in seconds and as I got to the door of the bathroom, I called back to Kier who was turning on the television as the boys handed out beers. “Tell the doc to give me five minutes,” I told him.
“You sure you won’t need longer?” he asked, smirking at Em and making her blush.
“I need a fucking week, but after two months of no married time, I’m pretty sure two minutes would do it.”
“O’Connell!” Em exclaimed, outraged as she covered her face in embarrassment. The boys laughed and upped the volume on the TV. Closing the door behind me, I turned on the shower and stripped off my boots and shorts as the water heated.
“Baby, your face. Shouldn’t we wait until you’ve seen the doctor before we fool around?” she told me.
“I’m not planning on fooling around. I’m pretty serious about what I want to do. Honestly, I’m fine.” I closed my eyes as she delicately stroked my injuries and opened them again to see the worried look in her eyes.
“Mrs. O’Connell, do you know how fucking happy I am that you got to see me fight?” I asked.
“Not as happy as I was to make it in time. Remind me to call and thank the car service before we go. They took my bag and delivered it to the hotel so I could get to you quicker.”
The fucking tape on my hands was taking ages to get off. As soon as I saw Em slide down her skirt, I knew the tape could wait until later. Grabbing her roughly like some kind of caveman, I lifted her effortlessly to wrap her legs around my waist while plundering her mouth. Fuck, she tasted like heaven. Her tongue tangled against mine as she pressed herself as close to me as possible. Slipping one hand down her panties, I squeezed the smooth globe of her arse cheek. She sat perched on my cock that was hard as a diamond, but I couldn’t bear to let her go long enough to strip her.
“Let me down, O’Connell,” she said huskily. It killed me to do it but I reluctantly did as she asked, groaning because she brushed past my dick on the way down.
“Start singing the national anthem,” she ordered.
“I don’t think that’s going to work this time,” I replied, looking at her breasts as her hands moved up to her bra. One strap slid down her arm and then the other. When she reached around to unclasp it, my mouth went dry.
“You promised me once that you were going to fuck me to it,” she said with a glint of mischief in her eyes. I started singing, but a few bars in, when she slid down her panties, I was done. Dropping to my knees, I palmed one of her tits. When I slid the nipple into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, she moaned and slipped a hand into my hair to steady herself. I wanted to make this last so fucking badly, but we had forever to take our time. This was going to be hard and fast.
Sliding my hand up her silky soft leg, I reached between us to part her folds. I didn’t exactly have a plan, but spotting the bench and towels behind us, I found a way to make her at least a little comfortable for what was coming next.
Standing abruptly, I kissed her hard, then reached over to spread the towels out over the bench, lifted her up, and laid her down across them. Before she could protest, my head was between her legs, and I was feasting like a man possessed. She was already so fucking close. Her little gasps and moans were making me even harder, and I knew the only place I wanted to celebrate my victory was in bed with my wife. I felt like I’d finally proved my worth to her in the ring, and now I was reminding her why I was the only man she’d ever need to satisfy her outside of it.
She writhed and wriggled beneath me, trying to make it over the edge. Sliding two fingers inside her as my tongue worked its magic, I gave her the blissful oblivion she was looking for. With her hand gripping my hair and riding my fingers hard, she cried out loudly as she came. Half the guys in my dressing room probably heard it, but I didn’t care. While she was still quivering and contracting, I sat down on the bench and lifted her to straddle me. She was soft and relaxed, like a woman completely sated. She was so wet that she slid down slowly but easily onto my waiting cock. I buried my head in the crook of her shoulder and stayed completely still, scared that even the slightest movement would trigger my release. I was still struggling with my control when she grabbed the hook on the wall above me and used it as leverage to rock her hips up and down. Her tight little hole milked me with the aftermath of the orgasm I’d just given her.