Temptation's Mistress
I had always had a thing for Matt, since I first came to the WWE. Even before that, when I watched them on TV every week. The dark, mysterious Hardy caught my eye. As I became friends with Amy the little "thing" I had, started to grow. I started driving myself crazy with wanting him. Hearing Amy go on and on about their time together, their sex life, was only making it worse.
I don't know how or why it got started, but Matt was lurking around me more and more. He could be sitting, talking to Amy, but his eyes were focused on me, following my every movement. I tried to tell myself it was nothing. A mere look and nothing more, but every time my eyes locked on his, I'd watch his darken with desire. The darkness in them sending a shiver straight through me.
Matt wanted me, there was no doubt in my mind. What I couldn't figure out is, that I always thought he had been faithful to Amy. What was missing between him and Amy, that he thought he could find in me? I tried to resist the thoughts that moved into my head at his heated glance. Hell, I tried to block him out completely. I thought I had been successful, but he'd do something to bring it all back in an instant.
One time I nearly gave in. He cornered me in a hall backstage. Pushing me up against the wall, eyes locked on mine. Nearly black, his eyes shimmered with heated desire. I hadn't even seen him look at Amy that way. Eyes stilled locked on mine, he reached up and slid my hair from my shoulder. Breaking the trance his gaze put me in, he dipped his head, tongue dragging against the frantic pulse in my neck. "I want you Trish." he nearly panted against my neck, his arousal evident against my thigh. I moaned softly in spite of myself, my eyes slipping shut. When I let out the breath I was holding and opened my eyes, he was gone.
From that day on, I was helplessly trapped. He stalked his prey like a hungry wolf, and his hunger consumed me. I fell victim.
"Hey Amy." Trish said as Amy walked into the locker room.
"Hey Trish." Amy sighed happily.
Trish raised an eyebrow.
"What's got you so chipper?" Trish inquired.
"With the two shows being so close, I get to see Matt tonight."
At that second Trish regretted asking. She didn't need to hear Amy talk about Matt. Sharing him with Amy was bad enough, but the jealously grew every time Matt's named passed Amy's lips. Trish reluctantly continued the conversation.
"So when are you meeting up?"
"I dunno for sure, Matt said to call him when my match was done."
"Oh."
Trish grinned as she leaned over digging into her bag. If only Amy knew what was going to happen before she even called Matt.
Matt had requested Trish's presence after her match on Raw. Licking her lips at the mere thought of what he had in mind, Trish zipped up her bag, grabbing her coat and hat.
"Well, my match is up shortly. Catch you later Ames." Trish smiley sweetly as Amy looked up.
"Alright, catch you later Trish."
"Later." Trish said walking out the door.
Matt's match was the first on the house show card. He got back to his locker room and turned on the TV. Smiling when Trish's music hit. He knew he wouldn't miss her match. He licked his lips watching her walk down the ramp, growling softly when then shower her bent over, poised and ready for her opponent.
All through her match, Matt's eyes were focused on her every move, his mind focused on when she arrived after her match. In his locker room. As Trish's match ended he watched her walk up the ramp.
"See you when you get here pretty." he said to the screen.
Shutting the TV off, he shed his sweaty ring clothes and grabbed a towel, heading for the shower. He smirked to himself as he stepped into the shower.
Trish went back to her locker room. Slipping out of her ring gear, she took a quick shower. Wrapping a towel around herself, she went to her bag, digging out her cell phone.
She dialed up Matt's number, biting her lip. She let it ring once, their signal to each other, then hung up. If Matt called back and let it ring twice, she'd know plans were off. She dressed quickly, looking over her shoulder at the phone. If he didn't call within 5 minutes she knew everything was a go.
She glanced up at the clock. More than 5 minutes had passed. It was on. Suppressing a shiver as an image floated into her head of Matt. She grabbed her bag and quickly walked out of the arena to her car.
The house show was a mere ten minutes from where Raw was being taped. She knew Amy's match was near the end of Raw so they had at least an hour together, before Amy would even call.
Pulling into the parking lot, she quickly parked and headed into the building. She glanced around the backstage area, everyone consumed by their conversations, she slipped through unnoticed. She headed down the hall to Matt's locker room, quickly checking over her shoulder, then knocking.
A slow grin slide across Matt's face. Loosely wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked over to the door. Hair still dripping wet falling against his shoulders, water droplets sliding down his chest, he opened the door.
"Mmmm hello pretty."
Trish shivered, her eyes moving over his towel clad form, mouth dropping open slightly. Matt reached out placing a finger under her chin.
"Close your mouth pretty."
She blushed slightly as he stepped back letting her in.
He licked his lips watching her walk by, as he shut the door. Dropping his towel to the floor he moved up behind Trish. One arm around her waist, he pulled her back against him. He brushed her hair aside and tilted her head. Dragging his lips against her neck he whispered.
"I missed you."
Trish shivered.
"Mmmm did you baby?"
"You tell me pretty." He growled softly against her skin as he ground his cock against her ass.
She gasped softly, head falling back against his shoulder.
"Uh god, you did."
Matt's hand snaked down Trish's stomach slipping under the edge of her skirt.
"Did you miss me pretty?" he inquired, nipping at her earlobe.
His fingers dipped down into her panties brushing past her clit. She gasped softly arching into the touch. He growled softly as her wetness coated his fingers.
"Mmm fuck, you missed me bad didn't you?"
"Uhhh yes Matt. Mmm god I've ached for you."
His fingers softly worked her clit as he whispered hotly into her ear.
"Tell me how you relieved that ache pretty."
She bit her lip whimpering softly.
"Mmm baby it was so unbearable after my shower a couple days ago. I locked the door to my locker room and laid across the locker room floor. I closed my eyes and thought of you there watching me." She gasped softly as Matt's fingers worked her clit a bit harder.
"Go on." He growled softly into her ear.
She shuddered and took a breath.
"I bit my lip and slowly opened my towel letting it fall to the ground at my sides. I shivered as I saw you lick your lips and whisper, Touch yourself for me pretty. My hands moved along my sides cupping my breasts, and your growled softly in my vision."
Matt's free hand moved up her side, cupping her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"Oh fuck." She moaned nearly lost as his hands worked together as an instrument of pleasure.
He licked along her neck, his cock throbbing against her ass.
"Continue pretty. The picture you're painting me is so hot."
"Mmmm I couldn't take it any longer. My hands moved down my body to my thighs. I bit down hard on my lips as my fingers brushed against my aching clit. Mmm god I was so wet and hot for you baby."
Matt smirked against her neck, fingers rubbing harder. Trish, panting, continued.
"Mmm fuck. I rubbed it so hard, writhing under my own touch. Whimpering and moaning louder and louder. As scream caught in my throat as I came so hard for you. My body shuddering as I lay there panting your name."
Growling Matt pulled his fingers away and Trish whimpered. Turning her to face him, Matt backed Trish against the wall. His hands moved possessively down her sides as he took her lips in a rough kiss. She gasped against his lips and he thrust his tongue inside claiming every inch of her mouth.
As his hands got to her ass, he slid her skirt up tearing her panties away and lifting her up. His cock throbbing against her heated core. He pulled away from the kiss and she locked her lust filled eyes on his.
"Fuck me."
He growled, his eyes glued on hers as he thrust up into her hard.
"Ahhh Matt!" She cried out clinging to him, "Uhh yes Mmmm fuck my hot little pussy."
"Mmm fuck yeah." He moaned and thrust deeper, grinding hard against her spot.
"Mmm god yesss. . .right there baby." Trish panted, nails digging into Matt's back.
"Uhh yesss pretty. Mmm so hot on my cock. Take me deeper pretty, work those hips."
Trish moaned, head falling back against the wall. Matt's shoulders her only anchor as she rolled her hips against Matt.
"Uhh god." Matt moaned burying his head in Trish's neck.
"Oh god. . .uhhh Matt. . .so close. . ." Trish panted her eyes slipping shut.
Losing his control rapidly, Matt slammed into Trish harder and harder. He growled into her ear.
"Cum for me."
"Uh yes, oh fuck MATTTT!!!" She cried out cumming hard. Clenching around him again and again, forcing him over the edge. He growled her name as he came hard in white, hot, spurts.
"Mmm Matt." Trish moaned, resting against the wall.
"Mmmm." Matt moaned, grinning as he slowly looked up at Trish.
Trish licked her lips.
"God baby, you fuck me so good."
"Do I?" Matt raised an eyebrow as he slipped out of Trish.
"You know you do." She leaned against him whispering, "Because I get you hotter than Amy has ever dreamed of."
"Mmm yeah." Matt grinned darkly as Trish pulled her top off.
Trish shivered.
"God your so fucking sexy. What's wrong with Amy, denying you what you need."
Matt laughed softly, "Beats the hell out of me."
Trish giggled, "God, you're an evil, cocky bastard."
Matt moved against her whispering.
"You love it."
"Mmm baby I do." Trish grinned.
Matt's cell phone rang and Trish looked at the clock.
"She's never late is she."
Matt laughed, "Never."
Matt walked over to the bench. Sitting down he grabbed his cell out of his bag.
"Hey babe." Matt said.
Trish licked her lips, eyes moving over his cock. She slid to her knees blonde locks falling into her face. She slowly crawled to his feet. She looked up at Matt through her hair, grinning darkly. Matt smirked down at her.
"Yeah, can't wait to see you too."
Trish's hands slid along his thighs as she slowly slid her tongue up his cock from base to tip.
"MmmHmmm that's the hotel."
Trish took the head into her mouth, sucking it softly as Matt reached down tangling his fingers in her hair. Trish pressed her tongue hard against Matt's cock as she slowly deep throated him.
"MMmm love you too baby, see you then." He hung up dropping the phone, it landed safely in his bag.
"Fuck pretty." Matt moaned, his hips arching, seeking more of the heat of Trish's mouth, "God you're bad."
Trish smirked around him, moaning as she bobbed on his faster.
"Uhh yes, my pretty little cum slut. Mmm loves my cock. Make it cum in that hot little mouth of yours."
Her hands slid up his thighs as she sucked harder, moving faster.
"Mmmm FUCK!" Matt moaned, shooting down Trish's throat.
"Mmm." Trish licked her lips as she pulled off him.
Matt pulled Trish up into his lap.
"God pretty you're so bad. Sucking me off while I'm talking to Amy."
"I learned from the best."
Matt smirked and nuzzled her neck.
"Mmm." Trish shivered, "I'm not gonna see you tonight am I." Trish sighed.
"Probably not."
Trish bit her lip and slid off Matt, collecting her clothes. Matt ran his fingers through his hair.
"Trish."
Trish slipped her clothes back on.
"Don't Matt."
Matt sighed and started putting his clothes on.
"Go be with Amy, I'll be fine."
Without a look back Trish walked out the door.
Trish walked out of the arena to her car. Getting in, she sat down and rubbed her face in her hands. She was getting a bit too attached to Matt for her own good. She let her head fall back against the car seat. Amy had his heart, she knew that. This whole relationship could never go past sex. If it did, it could cause more trouble than good. Sighing, she started the car and headed back to the hotel.
Hours later, Trish was getting ready for bed when her cell rang. She picked it up and answered.
"Hello."
"I need you pretty." Matt growled softly, "Now."
The darkness in his voice made her shudder.
"Where?" Trish managed.
"417"
"You're room?"
"Don't question me." The edge in his voice, setting her on edge as he hung up.
Grabbing her long coat, she slipped it on over her black lace bra and thong. Closing it tight, her room key in her pocket. Biting her lip, she stepped out into the hall. Quickly she made her way to Matt's room. She glanced around and knocked quietly.
Black silk robe tied loosely around his waist, Matt opened the door. Trish bit her lip looking over his shoulder, scanning the room for Amy.
"Where's Amy?"
"Shower."
Trish shuddered, "Oh god Matt."
Matt grabbed Trish pulling her in the room.
"So we don't have much time pretty." He said pulling open her coat, "Fuck I love you in black. Too bad this has to go." Matt said as his hand gripped the strap of her thong, ripping it from her body.
Trish gasped and Matt pushed her back against the bed, quickly crawling up her body. His eyes glittering dangerously as a dark grin moved across his face.
"Mmm you know how wrong this is pretty. . .with Amy right there in the shower."
Trish shivered, than grinned darkly with her reply.
"I know. . .now fuck me."
Taking her lips in a rough kiss, Matt slammed into Trish hard. The scream stifled by his lips on hers. She wrapped her legs around his back heels digging in as he broke the kiss.
"Mmm yeah. . .fuck me baby. . .fuck me on the bed you and Amy just shared."
Matt grinned, and ground hard against her spot.
"Mmmm fuck yeah. . ."
"Uhh god baby. . .yeah. . .fuck me like Amy's never dreamed of being fucked."
Growling Matt took her lips again and Trish whimpered against them. Every snap of Matt's hips where met with Trish's hips taking him as deep as possible. Trish broke the kiss panting.
"Ohhh Matt. . .mmm fuck. . .so close. . ."
Matt growled burying his head in Trish's shoulder.
"Uhh fuck me too."
Trish bit down into Matt's shoulder stifling a scream and she came hard shuddering under him. Moaning into Trish's ear Matt came hard, filling her again and again.
"God baby." Trish panted.
"Mmmm Trish." Matt panted resting against her for a moment.
Sighing softly, Trish ran her fingers through Matt's hair. Trish heard the shower turn off and gasped.
"Matt!"
He quickly slipped off her, and helped her up, grabbing her torn thong from the floor.
"Go quick." Matt whispered as she took her thong from him.
She moved against him kissing him quickly as he moved her to the door. He broke the kiss quickly.
"I'll call you."
"Ok." Trish replied tightening her coat and quickly slipping out the door.
Just as Matt shut the door, Amy walked out of the bathroom and raised an eyebrow.
"Who was that?"
"Room service had the wrong room." Matt lied quickly.
"Oh." Amy said walking away drying her hair.
Matt silently breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a dark grin. Amy was so innocent to the happenings surrounding her, and it was going to stay that way. He loved her to death, but was drawn to Trish for some many reasons. She had a darkness within her, one that Amy would never possess. Trish would do things to him, for him, that Amy wouldn't even dream of. There was no way he was letting Trish go. Ever.