CHAPTER TWO: LITTLE BOTTLES CAN HOLD LOTS OF FUN
The next night at Smackdown, Trish was eagerly awaiting the end of the show, having decided almost the instant after she'd read Rocky's note that she wanted to be with him again. Well, truthfully, she'd wanted to be with Rocky again right after the last time they'd been together. Last night with Rocky had been incredible and she knew she had barely sampled all of the things that man could do between the sheets - or anywhere else for that matter.
Trish walked around with a dreamy smile on her face, which she promptly lost when she ran into the one man she had especially hoped not to see tonight - Vince McMahon.
"Trish!" He walked up to her with a cocky grin on his face.
"Hello, Vince." Trish felt herself recoil inwardly when she saw Vince. She worried what would happen if he tried to touch her, which he almost assuredly would. After enjoying the touch of a man that had put her pleasure ahead of his own, she didn't know if she'd be able to tolerate having this selfish, greedy man put his hands on her.
Vince sighed at Trish's surly tone. "Now don't start with me, Trish. I told you I was too busy to do you- do anything with you yesterday. But I'm free tonight and I'd like to take you somewhere for your birthday."
"My birthday?" Trish asked steadily, ignoring the slip Vince had made.
Vince nodded, smiling.
"My birthday was yesterday," she said icily.
Vince frowned. "Really? Well, let me make it up to you by taking you out tonight."
Trish's eyes narrowed to thin slits. "Sorry, I already have plans," she said, sounding not the least bit sorry. She turned and began walking away.
"I'll stop by your hotel room later on tonight, then," Vince called to her.
"I won't be there," Trish yelled back, never once breaking her stride.
Vince growled softly in frustration and left in the opposite direction. Of course Trish would be in her room later, he told himself. He'd go pick her up a little gift - perhaps those diamond teardrop earrings she'd mentioned to him not too long ago - and go by her room late tonight.
Unbeknownst to Vince and Trish, their little encounter had been overheard by a very interested third party. Rocky stood there until well after the other two had left, smiling to himself. So Trish had chosen being with him over Vince. Yes! His grin widened when he thought of all the little things he'd bought earlier that day - condoms and edible massage oils among them.
He'd better stop thinking of the things he planned to use on Trish tonight, Rocky quickly realized, or he'd embarrass himself later on when he went out to the ring.
Rocky was zipping up his gym bag after the show's taping when someone knocked on the door of his dressing room. *Trish!* he thought instantly, and hurried over to open the door. He paused for a brief second before opening it, not wanting to appear too eager. But who the hell was he kidding, anyway? If it wasn't for the loose-fitting dress pants he favoured and currently wore, Trish and everyone else would be able to see that 'Little Rocky' was eager and looking forward to being near - and in - Trish. It would be tough, but once again he would put his desires second to Trish's. Oh, he'd sate his desires tonight, too, but Trish would come first.
He opened the door and, sure enough, it was Trish. "Hey, beautiful," he said, his lips sliding into a wide, teeth-baring grin.
"Hi, handsome," she said, smiling back at him. She walked past him into his dressing room and set her bag on the floor.
Rocky closed the door and followed Trish. He reached for her hand when she turned around and laid a gentle kiss on her knuckles. "Thank you," he said huskily.
"But I haven't done anything yet. Not really," Trish protested.
Rocky shushed her and placed a finger over her lips. "Trust me on this, Trish." Then he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "So what would you like to do tonight?"
Trish wasn't sure she understood the question right. Was he asking what she liked to have done to her during sex?
Rocky noticed Trish's slight frown and realized what she had probably been thinking, that he would take her straight to the hotel and bed. Sure, they would make love tonight, but it didn't have to be the only thing they did. Although Trish had an incredible body - a fact that made him want to get down on his knees and yell his thanks to God - he intended to make Trish see that she was more than just her looks and she should expect to be treated that way by anyone in her life.
"How does dinner and dancing sound?" Rocky suggested.
"Oh!" Trish's worried expression cleared, replaced by a smile. "It sounds good."
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
The door opened and Edge poked his head in. "Hey, Rocky, do you have any more of that-" He broke off when he noticed Trish. "Ooh, sorry, didn't know you were busy." He added a slight emphasis to the last word, giving it a sexual meaning.
Rocky sent Edge a murderous glare and the blond man, receiving this, realized he'd just made a serious error of some kind. Figuring this had something to do with the current Women's Champ, he decided the best thing to do would be to apologize to her before Rocky decided to come over and rearrange his face for him.
"I'm sorry, Trish, that was insensitive of me. I shouldn't have been so rude and stupid."
Edge fled the room then, apparently forgetting whatever it was that had brought him to Rocky's dressing room in the first place.
The pall, however, that had been cast on Trish's mood by Edge's careless words remained. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all," she said, bending down to grab her bag. Rocky's touch on her arm stopped her.
When Trish wouldn't meet his eyes, Rocky put his other hand under her chin and tilted her head. "Trish, if you don't want to go out with me, then you don't have to. But don't change your mind just because Edge was being stupid. Hey, even he admitted he was being an idiot." Seeing that he wasn't fully getting through to her, Rocky pulled Trish close to him for a hug. "Don't let the opinions of others matter to you so much." He kissed the top of her head. "As long as you're happy, all that other stuff doesn't matter."
*Mmm, this feels nice,* Trish thought, snuggling deeper into Rocky's embrace.
When Rocky felt the tenseness fully slip away from Trish's body, he eased back slightly but kept his arms around her. "So, what are we doing tonight?"
"Well," Trish said after a moment, "dinner and dancing still sound pretty good."
"Alright, then." Rocky grabbed his bag and Trish's also.
"Rocky, I can carry my own bag," Trish protested.
"I know," he said simply, hefting both bags onto one shoulder. "Let's go."
Well, it was obvious that Rocky wasn't planning on handing her bag over to her any time soon, so she just gave in and followed him. After Rocky closed the door behind him, he reached for her hand with his free one and held it while they walked the halls toward the exit. He never once released his grip, not even when some of Rocky's friends noticed them together. There were a few surprised glances among them, but no others spoke out against them being together as Edge had. Thankfully, Vince had already left the building.
After dropping their bags off at the hotel and sprucing up a little, Rocky brought Trish to an expensive French restaurant for dinner, letting her order for the both of them since her knowledge of the French language was much greater then his own. He didn't want to end up ordering snails or frogs' legs, after all. After eating their fill, Rocky then took Trish to a popular club that had people lined up down the block waiting to get in. The bouncer was an old friend of Rocky's and let them in ahead of the crowd.
They drank little and danced a lot, each glad when a slow number came on, giving them an excuse to hold each other close. During those times Trish could feel Rocky's arousal. She began to wonder why he wasn't rushing her back to the hotel. When he asked her if she wanted another drink, she shook her head no and said that she was ready to leave. Trish was sure she caught a flare of relief in his eyes at her words, but the expression was quickly hidden and she couldn't be certain she'd seen it. Still, had he been waiting all this time for her to tell him what she wanted to do?
They took a cab back to the hotel, figuring it was better to be safe than sorry. After Rocky paid the driver, he went over to Trish and hissed her deeply. They broke off when a group of teenagers passing by began whistling at them.
"So, your room or mine?" Rocky asked.
"Yours," Trish replied, thinking that she most certainly did not want Vince to come pounding on her door while they were in the middle of something. Just because she'd told Vince she wouldn't be there, it didn't mean he wouldn't go there himself to make sure.
"Is there anything you need from your room, then?"
"Mmm, not that I can think of. Nothing I won't really need until some time tomorrow, at least."
"Good." Rocky picked Trish up in his arms and proceeded to carry her through the lobby, up the elevator, and to his room. Trish, who had been stunned speechless by the move, could only blush and hide her face in the crook of his neck. She heard him say, "Sprained ankle," a few times and assumed it was to those few who were rude enough to continue staring at them after a few seconds.
At the door to Rocky's hotel room, he asked her to reach into his pants pocket for his keys and open the door. She did, brushing purposely close to his burgeoning manhood and smiling secretively when she heard his gasp.
Rocky carried Trish into the room, careful to make sure that he didn't bump her head on the door frame, and kicked the door shut behind him. He carried her into the bedroom and passed by the bed, stopping in front of the open bathroom door, where he finally set her on her feet. He undressed her slowly, draping all but her shoes carefully over a nearby chair.
*She's more beautiful than I remembered,* Rocky thought, running his eyes repeatedly over her naked length. He felt himself swell in anticipation of what was to come, pun intended. He began to undress, but Trish wanted that honour for herself and so she moved Rocky's hands away from the buttons on his shirt. She placed his clothing with hers on the chair and soon he was as naked as she.
Trish couldn't help whistling in appreciation at Rocky's splendid form and size. Even at semi-erect, it was still the largest penis she'd ever seen. She reached out and stroked it reverently, smiling as it jumped and continued to swell in her hand.
Rocky enjoyed Trish's touch for a few moments more before pulling her hand away. He led her into the bathroom and let go of her hand long enough to set the water temperature for the shower, then stepped in under the warm spray with Trish.
They took turns washing each other's hair with hotel shampoo and conditioner, then lathering up the shower puff with the lavender-scented body wash Rocky had bought earlier - when they'd come back to the hotel earlier, he'd quickly put away his special purchases - and rubbing the soapy puff all over. Lavender wasn't a very masculine scent, but Trish seemed to like it and that made enduring the scent worth-while. Besides, the puff provided delightful sensations along the intimate parts of their bodies.
Once out of the shower, Rocky helped dry Trish's hair and brushed out all the tangles.
Trish sat between Rocky's legs on the bed, enjoying having her hair brushed by him and trying to ignore the steady ache between her thighs. She knew Rocky was in much the same predicament, feeling his arousal through both of their towels.
"Rocky?" Trish said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Yes?"
"What was it about? The first lesson, I mean."
Rocky said nothing at first. He set the brush aside and turned Trish so that she was facing him, straddling his lap. "Don't you know?" he finally asked.
Trish shook her head no.
"You deserve to be with a man who willingly puts your pleasure ahead of his own, someone that gets pleasure from making you happy."
Why hadn't she realized what a sweet man Rocky was before? "So what about tonight?" she asked as she laced her hands behind the back of Rocky's neck.
"Let's just wait and see if you can figure it out," he replied, putting a hand behind her head and urging her close for a kiss.
While their tongues duelled, Trish used one hand to pull off her towel and Rocky's, baring his lap while the rest of his towel remained trapped beneath his firm ass. She ground her pelvis against Rocky, trapping his throbbing member between them.
When Rocky broke off the kiss, he placed Trish in the middle of the bed and reached into the top drawer of the night stand for a small clear plastic bottle full of red liquid. He opened the cap and poured some of it into the palm of his hand, then set the bottle down open on top of the night stand. He spread the liquid on both hands, then covered Trish's breasts and began to rub over the rounded flesh. He paid special attention to her nipples, thumbing them to pebble hardness.
Trish watched Rocky, wordless, as he reached for more of the liquid and repeated the process. She felt a curious warmth radiating from where he touched her, making her wonder if it was his magical hands that created the sensation or the sweet cherry-smelling liquid he was using.
Rocky leaned down and blew gently over one nipple, making Trish gasp and arch her back.
Trish heard someone moaning and realized it was herself. Rocky was blowing cool breaths over her nipples, yet she felt incredibly hot. She began squirming around, her fingers tightly gripping the soft blanket beneath her. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache she felt. She opened her eyes when she felt Rocky's touch leave her and then his body moving off the bed. Her gaze followed him as he picked up the bottle and walked to the end of the bed.
Rocky got back onto the bed on his knees and crawled up slightly. With one hand, he parted her bent legs wide and moved between them. With his free hand he parted her nether lips, then poured some of the red liquid directly onto her already heated flesh. He worked it slowly on and around her nub, not caring when a few drops escaped and stained the blanket.
Trish's cries grew louder and she began to buck her hips against Rocky's fingers, hurrying her movements when he thrust two fingers into her.
Rocky murmured soothing words to Trish as she began to whimper. He continued to move his fingers, preparing her for when he entered her with his cock. She was already slick and ready for him.
When Trish came close to orgasm, Rocky pulled his fingers out of her. Trish growled softly in frustration and tried to get up, intending to give Rocky a taste of his own medicine, but he held her down by her waist. He laid down on top of her, careful not to rest his full weight on her smaller body. He began licking her breasts, sucking hard on her nipples to get all the flavour off.
Trish's head thrashed around on the pillow, enjoying the torture yet at the same time wondering how much more of it she could take.
Rocky slid down Trish's body and began finger-fucking her again, gripping one hip firmly to keep her from moving around too much.
Trish held out as long as she could, which wasn't much longer, before begging Rocky to take her. He reached into the top drawer of the night stand, searched blindly for a few seconds, then came away with a small square packet. Trish took it from him, opened it, and rolled the condom down his thick length.
Rocky placed the tip of himself at Trish's entrance and paused. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Very!"
Rocky laughed at Trish's ecstatic reply and slowly began to enter her. He stopped when she closed her eyes. "Trish, look at me." When she opened her eyes again, he touched the side of her face to help keep her gaze on him and began pushing forward again.
*God, she's tight!* Rocky gritted his teeth against the sensations that assailed him as he sunk into Trish's body until he was seated to the hilt. He felt like he was ready to explode and Trish wasn't helping matters much, what with the way her internal muscles were squeezing him. "Oh, God!" he exclaimed out loud and began his slow, rhythmic thrusts, unable to wait any longer. He really hoped he could last until Trish came, but he wasn't certain he'd be able to now. Everything seemed just too intense to deal with and he didn't think he'd be able to withstand for very long the intense assault on his senses.
Trish had never looked into a man's eyes during sex before. She wasn't now, either, she realized in surprise. She and Rocky weren't just having sex or fucking each other's brains out, they were making love. "Rocky, I- aaahhhh!" Trish screamed when the unexpected force of her orgasm suddenly hit. Rock's hand on her face kept her with him, looking into his eyes as she shuddered from wave after wave of pleasure. She saw the intense look in Rocky's eyes as he began to explode and called out her name, reaching up with both hands to cup his face when his eyes started to close.
It was the most intense moment either had ever experienced, not even any natural high they'd gotten from being in the ring could compare. Their loins felt like they were still on fire several minutes after their breathing had returned to normal.
Later, as Rocky lay on his side still joined with Trish, he tilted her chin up and began kissing her gently, pressing his lips to her eyes, ears, throat, and other areas of her face. His hand on her back caressed her from the nape of her neck to the tops of her buttocks and back, repeating the motion countless times.
"You okay?" Rocky asked. Trish hadn't said anything in a while and he just wanted to make sure that she was alright.
"Perfect," Trish replied happily and smiled, pressing her lips to his chest.
Rocky felt Trish's mouth curve against his skin. She tilted her head and kissed his chin. He moved his head down slightly and captured her mouth with his own.
Trish could feel Rocky begin to swell within her and she involuntarily clenched around him, protesting when he pulled out of her suddenly. Rocky got to his knees and she saw that the tip of the condom was full of his cum. Of course. Rocky had a way of making her forget important things, like the cardinal rule of one condom per male orgasm. Using a condom twice could cause it to break.
Rocky took off the used condom and tossed it into the waste basket by the bed. Trish got to her knees and began stroking his chest. "So," she said coyly, "any more of those interesting little bottles in there?" She nodded her head in the direction of the drawer.
"Mmm hmm. And I plan to use every single one." His hand moved lower and stroked the wet folds of her flesh, making her thrust her hips against his hand.
Trish wondered if she'd survive this night of pleasure. Well, if she didn't, the look on Rocky's face and her own instincts told her she'd be dying happy.
Trish felt warm lips on her bare shoulder the next morning as she began to rouse from her sleep.
"Am I dead?" she asked the man at her back. She could feel his body begin to shake with laughter.
"No," he managed to get out.
Trish turned over in his arms and gently touched his face. "Funny, because it sure feels like I'm in Heaven." *Okay, that sounded totally corny. True, but corny.*
Groaning, Rocky pulled Trish's body close to him. "Woman, you sure know how to stroke a man's ego."
"Among other things," Trish countered, slipping a hand between them and caressing him lightly. "You know, I could say the same thing about you, Mr. Maivia. You are very good for my self-esteem."
"Why, thank you, Ms. Stratus," he said, then grinned that wide, tooth-baring grin that she loved so much.
Trish took her hand away and they lay there quietly for a few more minutes, simply enjoying each other's company and revelling in the peacefulness of the moment.
"Trish?"
"Yes?"
"Are you doing anything for the next few days?"
Trish leaned away from him and looked into his eyes. "Not really. Why?"
"How about coming with me to my home in Miami for a while? I've got a place with a private strip of beach front property."
Trish wondered at the slightly worried note of Rocky's voice. Was he worried she would say no? It must be really important to him, then. She felt herself glow with happiness, glad that he wanted this thing between them to continue.
"Sounds nice. Sure," Trish said easily, not letting on to Rocky how well she'd just read him.
For some reason Trish suddenly found herself thinking of Vince. She wondered if he really had tried coming to her room last night, and what his reaction had been if he had. She knew she could never bear his touch again, no matter what it might mean for her wrestling career in the long term. She knew she couldn't let Vince touch her in that way again, not after knowing the caring and tenderness that Rocky had shown her.
Trish was packing up her things later when she came across the box of condoms she'd been using with Vince. That's what she'd been trying to tell Rocky last night when he'd shushed her - that she had condoms and he wouldn't have to deprive himself of obtaining his own release. With a laugh, she tossed them out. They never would've fit Rocky, anyway. They were much too small.
A/N: So? Good? Bad? I won't know what you think, unless you review. And, yes, I know it's a cliche for the good guy to have a big dick and the total asshole to have a small one, but I just couldn't help myself.
