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TITLE: “Hothouse Interlude”, Part of the “Breakdown in Evolution” series, 4/?

AUTHOR: sugarkisses

RATING: NC-17 for sex and language

SUMMARY: Anne and Paul (Triple H) have an interlude in the bathroom of a swanky restaurant…

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Triple H or Evolution, in any way shape or form. I borrow them because Triple H is so fucking hot, and I had a dream about him that needed to be put down on paper. I do, however, own Miss Anne, Paul’s secret lover.

FEEDBACK: Please! I really love it! Just remember, no flames, I can get quite bitchy when attacked with them! Post feedback here or send to theratdiva@aol.com

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A/N: This is basically a sex chapter, with some very graphic sex that some might think borders on kinky… but I dreamt it and I had to write it…

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Paul had come to this restaurant with the other members of Evolution: Ric wanted to celebrate the birth of his grandchild, and Paul figured that a good meal was a good meal. Although Anne generally tagged along on these sorts of excursions, she was absent tonight. Paul had heard something about her having to hammer out a few things with the writers, and he certainly couldn’t make a fuss about it. The WWE had decided that it was time to push her as a main eventer in the women’s division, something that Paul had been waiting for. Anne was as much his protégée as anyone else’s: it was time for her to live her dream just like all the others.

Evolution, missing its female component, got dressed up (Paul chose a dark blue suit and light blue shirt and tie, his hair held back in a ponytail) and took a limo to the most expensive local restaurant, called the Hothouse. It was a quiet, very intimate type of place, definitely high class. As Paul sat at the table with the other three men, he almost felt cheated: Anne would have worn one of her expensive dresses here. The woman had incredible taste in clothes, and no doubt, she would have worn her white, sequined number for this outing. He loved the white dress… it fit her like a second skin and made her look like a doll… Paul tried not to think about it as he sat with his friends: having a raging hard-on would only raise suspicion when he got up to leave, and he wasn’t in the mood for his friends to tease him and talk about Stephanie. He barely thought about Stephanie anymore…

With dinner finished, the men enjoyed cigars (which Ric had supplied), and drank champagne… but Paul didn’t feel like celebrating. He hadn’t been able to see Anne in three days, and he felt as if he were going through withdrawal. Never in his life had he desired a woman so greatly, not even when he was a teenager and wanted to spend 24-7 screwing as much as he could. Anne was different, she was like a drug in his veins… if he didn’t have his dosage of her, he began to come down, which tended to lead to irritability and insomnia…

Paul wondered what she was doing right now: was she still talking to the writers? Was she back at the hotel now? Maybe she was taking a shower, which was her nighttime pattern… Paul could imagine her under the spray, her body covered in soapsuds, her hands caressing her breasts and down to her womanhood… He wondered if she was in the shower, touching herself, thinking about him. Anne had admitted to him, during their last rendezvous, that she did that sometimes, so that she could have some relief without alerting Randy. From what she had told Paul, she still enjoyed fucking Randy, she even came, but it wasn’t enough for her: Paul was the one that she wanted.

“Hey, champ” Ric stated, smiling at Paul. “You okay?”

Paul shook his head to clear away the thoughts about Anne. “Yeah… I’m just feeling a bit off tonight”

“Maybe you should go for a walk” Batista offered.

“Nah, I’m okay…” As Paul spoke the words, he felt his cellphone buzzing in his jacket pocket. He took it out, expecting to find that Stephanie was calling him: instead, he saw that he had a text message. He pressed the correct buttons to access the message…

No name, no way to reply… at first he thought that it must be a mistake, someone looking for another person…

Meet me in the men’s room: last stall. Hurry.

Paul’s mouth went dry as he read the message… He casually slid his phone back into his pocket and licked his lips. “I think I’ll take that walk” Paul breathed, finishing his champagne in one large gulp as he stood up. “You guys going to be here a while?”

“Yeah” Ric responded. “Don’t be gone too long, champ”

Paul left the table, heading towards the entrance of the restaurant: he could only pray that the others hadn’t noticed that his cock was stirring in his pants as he walked away. Paul paused in the foyer of the restaurant, stopping in front of the concierge and asking where the bathroom was. When he found out that it was down a hallway to his left, he realized that Anne must have scoped out the place: the path that he had to take would keep him far from the table where the others sat.

He made his way down the hallway, each step that he took sending a fresh wave of blood between his legs and driving his desire higher.

The bathroom was as elegant as the restaurant: Paul stepped inside and took in the white marble sinks and floor… The bathroom was low lit like the main dining area, which made it strangely seductive to him. By the time that he had arrived at the final stall, his heart was beating wildly in his chest…

The stall door went from the ceiling down to the floor, as it did in most posh restaurants, providing complete privacy to the occupant. Nervous, unable to keep himself from shaking like a junkie about to get his fix, Paul raised his right hand and gently rapped on the door with his knuckles… he tapped once, waited a beat, and tapped two more times in succession: the knock that Anne used when she came to his room…

The door opened, a slender, porcelain white hand came out and grabbed onto his tie, pulling him inside and behind Anne. She locked the stall door once more and turned to him.

Paul couldn’t help himself, he involuntarily released a moan when he got a good look at her: Anne was wearing the white dress that he had been thinking about moments before.

“Hi, baby” she whispered, grinning at him. “I got out of my meeting early and I just couldn’t stay away from you…” Anne stepped forward and placed her hands on his chest, playing with his tie. “I hope you don’t mind… I’ve just had this feeling, ever since I woke up today, that I absolutely had to suck your cock today…”

Paul wanted to tell her just how much this meant to him, just how ravenous he was for her, but he couldn’t find the words: instead he framed her face with his hands and yanked her against him, crushing her mouth with a deep kiss.

Anne mewed in the back of her throat and wrapped her arms around his neck: his tongue was fucking her mouth, telling her just how badly he needed her.

As Paul released her, he reached down and undid his belt and fly, letting his pants and boxers pool at his feet. His hard cock pressed against her belly so that she could feel his warmth through her dress.

“Fuck, yeah” Anne moaned, reaching down to grasp his manhood in her hands. She knelt down before him, licking her lips. “I love how hard you are for me… Shit, baby, look at you… Your cockhead is so wet for me…”

Paul gazed down at her and groaned as she slowly licked his slit, collecting his wetness on her tongue and pulling back so that he could clearly see his pre-come stretch from the tip of his cock to her tongue.

“Suck me off and fill your tummy, babe…” Pauoed,oed, reaching down and stroking her jaw, “because I’m going to fuck you hard afterwards…”

“Yeah?” Anne queried, her tone deep and sexy. God, it had just been too long between them, they were both horny as fuck… “I’m already wet for you…”

Paul’s head went back and he moaned with ecstasy as Anne’s lips enveloped the head of his cock and she sucked. Slowly, to accentuate the sensations, Anne took him all the way down to the base, rolling her tongue over him.

“Babe” he whined, sliding his hands into her hair: she had swept it up onto her head, but he pulled it loose with his fingers.

Anne began to move her mouth up and down his shaft, swirling her tongue as she played with the veins and ridges of his member. Paul tasted salty, so good that her mouth watered around him. She had spent countless hours trying to ascertain what it was about him that made her go crazy with desire for his cock in her mouth… when she sucked Randy, she didn’t feel this way, not even close. Anne decided that she would have to ponder this later: at the moment, she wanted to focus on the blowjob that she was giving Paul.

A growl rumbled through his chest as her little left hand cupped his balls and began to roll them with her fingers. “Oh, yeah” Paul hissed, gazing down at her, “Play with them, baby”

Anne was so hungry for him, so dedicated to his pleasure, that she did as he asked, placing her left thumb on the vein that separated his cock from his balls, and rubbing it slowly in tandem with her fingers.

“Yeah, that’s it…” Paul stated, grimacing with bliss. “Just like that… Work the come out of me, babe… Shit, I’m fucking close…”

“Mmm” Anne replied, moving her head even faster.

Paul released her head and put his arms out from his sides, bracing his hands on the stall walls and watching her. So good… this was going to be an intense orgasm.

“Fucking fuck, I’m going to come” Paul growled, licking his lips. “Oh, shit… Dribble some of it down your chin for me, babe…”

Anne mewed once mos his his cock spasmed in her mouth, sending a hot jet of his fluid onto her tongue. Obeying him, loving the idea of living out a fantasy for him, she brought his fluid to her lips with her tongue: it slid down over her lower lip and eased its way down her chin… She heard Paul groan loudly above her and looked up to find him watching her as she swallowed the rest of his orgasm down.

Paul was gasping, his cock feeling as if it were on fire as she released it from her sweet lips. He reached out and wiped his come from her chin with his right index finger: Anne grabbed his wrist and brought it to her lips. He groaned as she eagerly opened her mouth and took his finger within, sucking the digit clean.

“Babe, fuck… you’re so fucking hot”

Anne smiled up at him, pressing a final kiss to the head of his cock. “I’m just hot for you” she whispered.

“Stand up” Paul ordered: when she did so, he met her mouth for another deep kiss, loving his own taste on her tongue. “You’re my sweet, naughty girl…” he breathed, reaching down and hitching her skirt up over her hips. He knelt down at her feet, glad that they were in such an expensive restaurant that he didn’t have to worry about what he could be kneeling in… The marble was cool against his skin: leaning forward, he kissed the tops of her thighs and slid his right hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked through with her desire, which made him smile. “These panties just won’t do, babe… You’ve gotten them all wet…”

Anne had to stifle a squeal as Paul took hold of her underwear with both hands and ripped them away from her body, placing them in his right suit pocket. “Baby” she moaned, careful not to use his name in case anyone overheard them.

Paul lifted her left leg, placing kisses on her inner thigh, and then putting it over his shoulder. Her sex was completely exposed to him: Paul licked his lips and looked up at her. “I want some dessert” he cooed, “and there’s nothing sweeter in the world than you”

As Anne watched him, Paul extended his tongue and ran it through her folds, collecting her sweetness. She placed her hands on his head and moaned as Paul lapped at her. His tongue was so warm and wet, so incredibly talented, that he had her trembling in seconds. “Oh, god…” she breathed, wincing with ecstasy. “I got so hot sucking you off that I think I’m gonna come…”

“Mmm, yeah” Paul replied, gently pulling back. He slid his right index finger inside of her and placed his thumb on her center, rubbing it as he found her most sensitive inner spot with the pad of his finger. Paul caressed her, inside and out, his eyes meeting hers. “I want to see you come, baby” he moaned. “I want to feel you trembling around my fingers…”

Anne closed her eyes as Paul added another finger inside of her, joining the other that was massaging her sweet spot. She couldn’t hold on… she put her hand over her mouth and bit down on her bottom lip as she tried to stay quiet.

“That’s it” Paul whispered, gazing up at her. “Oh, yeah, babe… God, you’re coming hard, aren’t you?”

She pulled her hand from her mouth and gasped, her head thrashing from side to side. Her entire being felt weak: she was grateful that Paul held her up with his left hand so that she didn’t fall to the ground.

Paul gave her a few seconds to collect herself, then stood up, taking his fingers from her and offering them to her… Anne took hold of his hand and licked her own flavor from his fingers, relishing the way that he gazed at her with unbridled lust.

When she released his fingers, Paul noticed that her lower lip was bleeding…

“Oh, babe, what did you do?” he queried, stroking the sides of her face.

“Bit my lip trying to be quiet” Anne replied, kissing him.

Paul licked her wound, trying to soothe it. He needed her, but he didn’t want her to hurt herself again… An idea came to him and he broke their embrace, smiling at her. Paul took her panties out of his pocket and held them before her. “I want you to use this to keep quiet, baby… I’m going to fuck you now”

Anne nodded, her mind still in a haze from her orgasm as Paul turned her around and bent her over at the waist: all that was before her was the metal rail that the restaurant put in this stall. Anne had chosen this particular space for that reason: the railings in the stall provided numerous handholds for their play.

Paul leaned over her from behind, placing her torn panties in her right hand. Anne accepted them and put the bunched up silk into her mouth, tasting her own flavor as she did. She grabbed a hold of the railing before her and spread her legs for her lover.

“I’m going to fuck you good” Paul promised, his lips by her ear. “I know how much you need to be pounded by my cock”

Anne replied with a stifled moan and pushed her hips backward, rubbing her backside over his hot, hard cock.

Paul stroked his shaft a few times, relishing the anticipation that he felt. He knew that she would be wet and tight inside, so warm that he would feel like her inner heat would melt his cock…

Anne was glad for the silk gag in her mouth: Paul entered her with a quick, hard stroke, forcing a cry from her that was muffled in her panties.

“Oh, yeah” he growled, his voice low and husky as he thrusted, “Take it, baby… Take my cock…”

It was so good… he was fucking her ruthlessly, his fingers digging into her bottom as he worked her over his shaft. Paul pounded into her again and again, tilting his head back. She made him feel like a god, and the irony of the fact that he felt this way while he was fucking her in a men’s room stall wasn’t lost on him. It didn’t seem to matter when or where… as long as he was inside of her, he was a king amongst men.

Paul paused, pulling out of her despite her cry of protest. He raised her up and turned her around to face him, lifting her up by her bottom: he rested her backside on the railing behind her and, holding her up with his right hand on her ass, he filled her again and yanked the panties from her mouth.

“But…” she protested softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“When you’re about to come, kiss me… the sound will be drowned in my mouth… besides, I want to fuck you extra hard then…”

Anne placed her hands on his jaws and pressed her forehead to his. “You’re my every fantasy, you know that…?”

Paul grinned and nuzzled her face with his own. “Right back at you, sweetheart… Are you ready?”

“Yeah…”

Paul began to move inside of her, rotating his hips and then starting a gentle gait. Anne closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her… There was no question; the man knew how to fuck…

The railing was digging into her backside, and his cock was pushing her closer and closer to orgasm with every stroke.

Anne couldn’t hold on much longer. Opening her eyes, she found that he was intently watching her, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. She was losing control…

Grasping his face in her hands, Anne kissed him hard, pushing her tongue against his. As she did so, Paul began to snap his hips into hers, fucking her so hard that she could feel the heat of the friction…

She came seconds later, her cries swallowed by his mouth and throat and then he was grunting with her, his hips thrusting raggedly a few more times as he orgasmed with her.

Oh, shit, it was heavenly, her tight inner muscles clenching around him… Paul felt his cock throb with every jet of his fluid that he sent into her…

They sank to the ground together, Anne’s legs wrapped around his waist, her high heels digging into the flesh of his backside.

Paul leaned back, fighting for air and smiling. He rested his forehead on her shoulder and closed his eyes. God, he wished that they were in a bed; he wanted to sleep so badly…

“I love you” Anne whispered, stroking his shoulders.

“I love you, too, babe…”

Anne didn’t want him to leave, but she knew that they couldn’t stay here forever. “You should get back to them…”

Paul nodded. “When can I see you again?” he asked, leaning up and kissing her forehead.

“I don’t know… the writers want to see me a lot next week…”

“Babe, I need you” he responded. “I need to have you more often”

“I know, it’s just… I’ll try, I’ll find a way…”

Paul smiled at her, fighting back tears of joy: what they had just experienced had been so emotional, so wonderful…

“You should get back to them” she stated once more.

She was right… Paul sighed and then he kissed her deeply, knitting his fingers into her hair.

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“Where you been, champ?” Ric asked, looking at Paul as he returned to the table.

“Had to use the bathroom, I wasn’t feeling well” Paul replied, taking his seat at the table once more.

“Hope you aren’t getting sick” Randy piped up. “You look worn out”

Paul almost laughed. He wanted to say, I’m worn out because your girl fucked my brains out, but he restrained himself. “I hope so, too…”

“Well” Ric answered, “Let’s get back to the hotel… I think we all need our rest. I’ve got the bill guys”

Paul couldn’t help it, he was smirking all the way back to the hotel…

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