Temptation's Mistress 4
Matt rolled out of the ring, and looked up the ramp, watching the interaction of Trish and Jay very closely. Growling to himself as he watched Jay pull Trish in for a kiss. A sting of jealously rolled through every inch of his body, as he made his way towards the ramp way. Every minute of Trish's storyline with Jay made him furious, but this time he had to watch it right in front of his very eyes. A deep rooted jealously ran deep through his veins, this one single act had set him off.
Matt stormed back to the locker room, his body covered in sweat, he reached up angrily pulling the hair out of the ponytail. His hair falling all around his face, a few strands over his eyes. He turned down the hall passing Trish's locker room to get to his own. Just as he passed Trish's he stopped, slowly turning to look at the door. Taking a deep breath he regained what little composure he had left and pushed the door open to Trish's locker room.
Trish was fresh out of the shower, hair wet, body glistening with a light sheen of mist. She reached into her bag and slipped her shirt on, and pulling her hair out from under it as she noticed Matt.
"Matt what are you doing here. Amy could walk in any minute."
Matt continued to stare at her, a glimmer in his eyes she couldn't quite place.
"Fuck Amy."
"I know you do." Trish replied reaching for her brush.
Matt moved closer to her.
"You want that little bitch don't you?"
Matt grabbed the brush out of her hands and threw it aside, taking her wrist as he slowly backed her into the wall, his eyes dark, filled with jealously as they locked on hers.
"M. . .Matt. . .what. . ." She cleared her throat, trembling slightly under his grasp, "what are you talking about?"
Matt's hand slid down from her wrist, his fingertip trailing down her chest, taking her breast in a gentle, yet possessive grip. Trish bit her lip as he slowly fingered her nipple.
"I'm talking about you sitting in that little bitch's lap." Matt's other hand slid over the curve of her hip, sliding back to her ass, "That wasn't in the fucking script."
"Matt, you. . . .you know we adlib. We always change things at the spur of the moment for pure crowd reaction."
Matt pressed against her, and she gasped. His cock, rock hard and pressing against her thigh through their pants. He nuzzled her neck growling against it.
"It doesn't fucking matter. He touched you." He ground his cock against her, his breath hot on her neck, making her shudder. "I can still smell that bitch's scent on you."
Trish nearly whimpered, trying her best to stay silent. Matt pulled away slightly, taking her hair into his hand, softly playing with it before looking back to her.
"You like bad boys huh Trish?" He twirled her hair around his hand and yanked her head close to his, their noses touching as he growled, "You ain't even seen bad yet."
Still holding her by the hair, he reached down into his pants pocket pulling out a hotel key, and dangling it in front of her face.
"Meet me tonight, room 212. The Red Roof Inn." He said as he slipped the key into her panties.
Letting go of her hair, he moved away from her as she fell back against the wall panting softly. Without turning back, Matt walked out the locker room door. Trish leaning her head back against the wall, still panting softly. Then she lifted her head, blonde locks falling into her face as a slow grin slid across her face.
As the jealousy coursed through his veins the erotic images raced through his mind, each one darker, and more vivid than one before. Driving through the darkness of the night, the images continued to flash through his mind, clouding his vision in a haze of desire. The visions in his mind blurred as the flashing red of the hotel sign came into view. Slamming on the brakes he quickly turned into the hotel lot.
Matt stepped into the hotel room, pulling his pants off he tossed them across the room. He walked over to the window and opened the blinds. The moon casting a soft pale light across the bed. He went over to the corner across the bed and slid to the floor, waiting for Trish. The images from before, intensifying with every passing moment. He was pulled away from his thoughts when the door to the room softly creaked open. Trish quietly stepped in, a trench coat wrapped tightly around her.
"Matt. . .where are you?"
Trish turned, reaching for the light switch, when she felt a hand on hers. Her breath hitched when she felt a hard cock against her ass.
"Leave it off." Matt breathed, and Trish shuddered.
Matt's hand trailed along her arm, feathering along her side, and resting on her hips. He ground against her ass, growling against her neck.
"Mmm fuck Matt. . .please." Trish panted softly.
"No. . ." Trish slowly turned to face Matt, as Matt brought his hand up, slowly and softly sliding it down her cheek, along her neck, over his breast. "You've been a bad girl. You need to be punished."
Matt's hand slid down her hip to her ass, smacking it softly, making Trish whimper.
"I'm gonna deny you the one thing you want more than anything. . ."
Matt leaned in, the hot breath on Trish's neck, making the tiny hairs stand up, as Matt whispered.
"Me."
Matt slowly pulls away, sliding his finger along the edge of the collar of her trench coat. Trish followed his fingers, then looked up at him, biting her lip.
"Take this fucking trench coat off, so I can see what's mine."
Trish's trembling hands slowly slid to the tie on her trench coat, loosening it, and sliding it open, letting it fall from her shoulders, leaving her in a read lace bra, and crotch less panties.
Matt growled looking over her, "Shit."
He slowly licked his lips.
"You know what the fuck I like don't you?" Matt said grinning.
Trish slowly licked her lips, "MmmHmmm."
Matt hooked his fingers under the strap of Trish's bra, slowly sliding his finger along it.
"But it's not gonna save you this time."
Trish whimpered softly in protest, and Matt growled softly.
"Get you hot little ass on that bed. You're gonna cum for me without my body even touching yours."
Trish moved towards the bed, starting to get up onto it.
"No, slower. . .I want you to crawl onto the bed."
Trish slid onto the bed, slowly crawling to the center of it, turning to face him. Matt walked over to the corner across from the bed and slid down to the floor. Lifting his hips, he slid his boxers down, moaning as his cock was freed from it's confines. Eyes on Trish, he slowly slid his hand down his already throbbing cock.
Trish rose up to her knees, slowly spreading her legs. She titled her head to the side, her hair cascading down her arm. She reached up, sliding her hand along her neck, softly down her breast, and inching down her stomach, as she watched Matt's eyes follow every movement of her hand. Sliding her hand down between her legs, she gasped softly at the first touch of her aching clit.
"Mmm yeah. . .want a show. . .don't you Matty." Trish moaned, he fingers slowly circling her clit.
Matt growled low in the back of his throat, his hand slowly sliding along his cock.
"Mmm uh huh. . .I always know what you want don't I?" Trish grinned darkly as her fingers circled her clit harder, faster.
"Uhh yess Matt. . .oh god. . .Mmmm fuck. . ." Trish whimpered.
Matt's grip tightened a bit, his thumb softly working the head of his cock. Trish let her head fall back as she worked her clit harder and harder, moaning Matt's name softly. She brought her head up, hair falling in her face and she licked her lips looking down at Matt.
"Mmm god. . .uhh yes. . .so fucking good. . ."
Matt growled, his heels digging into the carpet, hips arching as he worked his cock through the tight fist of his hand.
"Mmm yeah. . .want me to come over there and ride that cock don't you?" Slowly Trish started rocking against her fingers.
"Uhhh ahh yess. . .Mmmm ride that hot, hard cock till it cums for me. . ."Trish rocked harder against her fingers.
Matt let out a panting growl as he picked up the pace.
"Mmm Matty yess. . .uh god. . .Mmm fuck me. . .yeah cum inside my pussy baby. . ."
"Uhh fuck Trish. . .Mmmm Uhhhh Shit!" Matt growled cumming hard spilling onto his chest, over his stomach.
"Mmm yess, uh godd Matty uhhh Yess!" Trish moaned as she came hard against her fingers, panting and whimpering Matt's name.
All Matt could do was growl watching Trish cum for him. His cock, still hard, beginning to throb once more at the sound and sight of Trish cumming for him. He sat there that way, cock in hand, his thumb sliding over the tip. His fingertips making circles in the cum polled on his stomach. He slowly looked up at Trish, hair falling over his dark, hungry eyes. Trish shuddered at the darkness in his eyes, the animal within clearly unleashed, and on the prowl. Panting, Matt moved to his hands and knees, his sweat soaked hair falling into his eyes as he crawled over to the bed.
"Fuck." Trish panted, biting down hard on her lip watching him.
Matt reached up, grabbing Trish's hand, growling at her scent, her brought her hand to his lips. Locking his dark eyes on hers, he slowly lapped at the essence on her hand, swirling his tongue around her fingers, growling as the sweet taste hit his tongue.
Without a word Matt climbed up onto the bed, pushing Trish down, pinning her under him. Panting, he stared down at her, his eyes filled with lust, a dark possession, animalistic intentions. Trish's breath was caught in her throat as she stared back into his dark, hungry eyes. Not taking his eyes from hers, he thrust into her hard, with low groan, and Trish cried out.
"Mmm uhh yess Matt."
Growling and panting Matt thrust deep inside Trish again and again. Each deep thrust marking her as his, and his alone. Trish arched her hips, meeting him, thrust for violent thrust. A deep rooted animal nature taking them both to a darker pleasure.
Trish wrapped her legs around Matt's back, heels digging in. Matt growled all control lost long ago, as he took her like a wolf taking his mate in the darkness of the forest, reveling in the feeling of her. His mate, her body, her moans, all for him.
The only sounds the heated joining of their bodies, his growls and pants, her whimpers and cries. Lost together in the ecstasy of their animal lust for one another.
"Uh fuck Matt. . .so close." Trish moaned.
Growling louder, Matt buried his head in Trish's shoulder and slammed into her hard. With that Trish exploded, screaming Matt's name, cumming hard around him again and again. Matt lifted his head, growling Trish's name into the night as he came hard, white hot spurts shooting deep into Trish.
"Mmm uhhh yess Matt. . .Matt." Trish whimpered, cumming softly with the force of Matt's orgasm.
"Mmm you like that. . ." Matt panted as he leaned down, and whispered hotly into Trish's ear, "That's what it's like to be fucked by a real bad boy. Not some bitch that plays one on TV."
Trish's soft laugh was turned into a moan, as Matt softly kissed along her neck. He slowly slid from her and moved to the bed besides Trish. Trish turned to her side and snuggled against Matt. As Matt slid his arm around her she smiled.
"I love you Matt."
Matt smiled, his fingers trailing through Trish's hair.
"I love you too baby."
Trish sighed softly, murmuring against Matt's chest.
"I wish you could stay with me."
Matt's hand slid up, tilting Trish's face up to meet his eyes.
"You know I can't."
"I know." Trish's eyelashes fanned down, hiding the hurt in her eyes.
With a heavy sigh, Matt pulled away, and got up. Lip trembling slightly, Trish sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest, and grabbing the sheet covering herself.
"I don't know how much longer I can stand this Matt. This hurt inside every time you leave me."
Matt reached down grabbing his boxers and slipping them on.
"I know pretty, and I hate it. I hate the look in your eyes, the feeling in my heart when I walk out the door."
"Baby, are you ever going to tell Amy?"
Matt picked up his pants, slipping them on, and buckling them. He walked over to Trish, and took her head in his hands, taking her lips in a deep kiss, all his emotions flooding over in his kiss. He pulled away slowly and whispered against Trish's lips.
"Soon."
Trish sighed heavily as he moved away and headed for the door. All she could do was watch him leave, and feel her heart break in two. As the door shut, the tears she was holding back, started sliding down her cheeks. She looked out the window and stared at the pale blue moon, remember his last word. Soon.