Authors Note - I had to post this now. I couldn't wait. I hope you guys like it. There's sex. Quite dirty too I think. Its my first time writing a sex scene, so you guys will have to be the judge. I don't think it turned out badly, but it got really hard (no pun intended there people!). Writing sex is very different to doing it...
Anyways, reviews appreciated. I own nothing. Lyrics are from 'Hypnotic' by Holly Valance.
Trish's bubbling laughter rang out into the room, accompanied by the low, rumbling laugh of Randy Orton. Tears tumbled down her cheeks, and she made no move to stop them. Yet these were not the kind of tears created from bitter heartache, rather they were the kind that came when one laughed so hard that they were immobilised due to the hilarity. As such, Trish lay flat on her back, clutching her stomach as she giggled, Randy in a similar position next to him. On either side of the bed, several empty bottles of beer and open packets of potato chips were testaments to hours the pair had spent in the comfort of Trish's hotel room.
It was a little after 4am in the morning, and the pair were currently sharing their favourite stories from the road. Randy had made Trish laugh harder than anytime she could remember in recent months. His open, candid stories gave hint to a side that she had never seen in Randy before. As it was, he had been telling Trish about a time when he walked in on a very compromising session between Gregory Helms, a pair of red vinyl go-go boots and a riding crop.
"I swear, he made me promise never to reveal this story." Randy managed between fits of laughter. Trish glanced at Randy through her tears and fits of laughter, finding the story one of the funniest things she had ever heard in her life.
"I'm a pony baby, ride me? He really said that?" With Randy nodding at her, Trish fell into a fit of giggles all over again, collapsing back onto the bed.
Slowly, Randy regained his composure, taking a sip of cooling beer from the open bottle. The liquid was definitely going flat, but that was probably a good thing. He had been drinking since early on this evening, and he had easily lost count after the first 4 bottles he had had since stopping in Trish's room. Not sure if it was the beer clouding his judgement, but Trish looked ravishing like this. An over-sized sports jersey and shorts being her clothing, with her hair hanging loosely around her face, she looked more desirably to Randy than she ever had in her short-skirt WWE days.
"What are you staring at? Did I dribble on myself or something?" Trish glanced down at her top. It wouldn't be the first time she lost control over bodily functions when drinking.
"No. I don't know. Its just…"Randy seemed to stop mid sentence, not wanting to finish his thought.
"Go on." Trish prompted.
"Its just…I've never seen you like this before. Just being Trish. I guess I'm not the only who can play up for the camera." Randy shot Trish a knowing smile.
"I'll have you know Mr. Orton," Trish began, slurring just a little, "that I am like this all the time. I just re-act badly to cocky guys who think they're all that." Randy laughed, knowing she was making a less than subtle reference to him.
"I'm serious Trish. I like you like this. You're fun, and easy to get on with." Randy admitted, being more candid that he had ever been before with her.
"So you didn't like me before?" Trish giggled.
"It's not like that. Its just, you always seem so tense, so stuck up all the time. Like you wouldn't know to just cut loose and have fun. Just the idea of it seems to frighten you." Randy could see Trish processing what he had said, her eyes giving away all the emotions she worked through.
"Believe it or not Randy, it's not so easy to be a girl in the WWE. And it's even harder being Trish Stratus." Her answer was diplomatic, but Orton appreciated the honesty.
"Care to elaborate?" Taking another sip from the bottle, Randy studied Trish curiously.
"It's been a hard fight to drag the Women's Division out of the gimmick matches it used to be. When I first started, it was all T&A. The only way a girl could score some action in the ring was if either being built like a fucking man, or if you took the Sable route and sucked your way into a match." Randy let loose a hearty laugh at Trish's description.
"Seriously. We were just 'puppies' to the fans, a little light relief in between the men and the wrestling. I never bought that. Why shouldn't we be allowed to wrestle? I'm just as a good a wrestler as anyone in the men's division. I may not have the power or body mass of a guy, but I could out wrestle more than half of the guys in the company." Randy lifted his eyebrow.
"You think so?"
"Oh I know so Orton. But I was kept down for so long. To the Management I was just a pair of tits and blonde hair in a bikini. But I fought to change that. I think I've been successful in proving women can be sexy, smart and look hot in a bikini and still get in the ring and beat someone down." Trish smiled, satisfied with how she had proven what a competitor she was.
"What's wrong with being sexy? You've got the body, and its what every hot blooded male over the age of 13 wants to see. I make no apologies, the idea of you writhing around in a bikini makes me something else down." Shooting her a 'Legend Killer' grin, Trish rolled her eyes.
"There's nothing wrong with being sexy, but be sexy for yourself. Getting stripped down to my lingerie doesn't bother me, so long as I was out-wrestled to get me there." Trish grinned at Randy, placing the bottle back to her lips.
"Really? So if I RKO'd your sweet ass right now, I could strip you down to your lingerie?" Randy raised to his knees, looking hopeful.
"Down boy. I'm being serious here." Trish giggled.
"So was I. Let's go for it, right here and now." Randy crouched down, resting his torso against the bed, as if preparing himself to deliver his patented finisher.
"Orton," Trish laughed, "we were having a nice conversation here weren't we? As I was saying, I have no patience for those girls who are more than willing to strip because it gets them further in their careers. They are the kind of girls that will fuck anyone on the roster to get themselves attention. I'm not one of those girls, but they give girls like me a bad name."
"You've been some of the guys from the roster though, haven't you?" Orton questioned, now sat back normally on the bed.
"A few. Only one was serious." Trish stated.
"Jeff?" Randy ventured.
"Yes. He was the love of my life." Her honesty was more revealing than Randy guessed she would like. It was clearly it was a difficult topic.
"Was?" Randy queried the past tense of the phrase Trish used. Sighing, Trish relaxed onto her back.
"I don't know anymore. I know what I felt for him. But I've just gotten so used to hating him, just the idea of letting back into my life frightens me. But is losing him all over again worse than letting him back in? Some things never change, he's still fucking with my head." Trish laughed, running her fingers back through her hair.
"Love is bullshit Trish. I've been there, it doesn't work. It's just better to share something for one night, then move on. That way it never grows old or tired, its just a moment you can keep without tarnishing it." Randy offered, his hand resting on his stomach as he leaned back next to Trish.
"Hold on. Be kind, rewind. You've been there? You've been in love?" Trish's voice echoed the shock she was feeling.
"Once. I tried it and it didn't work. Love is bullshit, just a bunch of fucking chemicals and impulses in the brain to trick you into reproducing." Randy sipped at his bottle, noting with annoyance it was empty.
"Rough break up?" Trish was still in shock that Randy had actually been in a relationship.
"Can we move on here please. I'm not the one thinking about getting back with an ex am I?" Randy sighed, causing Trish to turn her back on him. He was right. This was quite a mess she had gotten herself into.
"It's all just fucked up. I want to surrender to my heart Randy. To just do what I feel, and not care about the consequences. But I can't do that. I can't just pretend that it doesn't matter. If I make the wrong decision…" her voice trailed off as she considered the possibilities.
"Why can't you Trish? Why not just do what you feel? Just for one night, can't you just act on instinct instead of rationalising every little thing? There's more to life than consequences. There's passion, and desire." Randy gently gripped Trish's shoulder, turning her back over to face him.
"I'm not you Randy. I care what happens next." Looking up into eyes, it still amazed Trish how cold he could be. It might be easy for him to just pretend actions didn't matter, but to her, acting on what she wanted could be disastrous not only to her personal life, but to everything she had ever worked for. Why does love have to complicate everything?
"Why? None of it really matters. Just focus on what you know you want Trish, and go with it. Don't fight it. Don't deny yourself. What kind of way is that to live?" Randy's head seemed to get closer to Trish's with every word. Alcohol glazing over her mind, all Trish could see was Randy's lips.
"You're a fine one to talk Randy. You haven't exactly taken what you want have you?" Trish saw the momentary flash of annoyance on Randy's face, before it faded into a mask of determination. Bringing his head the rest of the way, Randy's lips melted into Trish's, holding her in a lingering kiss. Slowly, he pulled back, allowing Trish to suck in a breath.
'Baby come over here and taste me. Won't you feel my lips and take me in your arms?'
"See? Its that simple. Take what you want. What do you want Trish?"
This was a bad idea. Trish knew it, she felt it. Every part of her body was telling her this isn't what she wanted. So why couldn't she stop her hand wrapping around Randy's neck, and pulling his head back to hers, meeting his lips with another soft kiss. The final cry of defiance echoed in Trish's mind, but it quieted itself. For the first time in her life, Trish was giving in to what she wanted. And it felt good.
'Your love's hypnotic, It's a beautiful way to fly. Surrender your mind, and lose yourself as we rise'
"Trish," Randy's lips left hers for just a moment, "tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this.." All at once, Trish's lips crashed back against his, sucking on his bottom lip, tracing the soft plump flesh with her tongue. Obligingly, he parted his lips tasting Trish fully, his tongue exploring the glorious confines of her mouth. Gripping her wrists, Randy placed them above her head, before caressing his hands down her outstretched arms.
Randy's soft palms glided down the sides of Trish's body, eliciting a slight shiver of excitement from her stretched out form. Passing down her hips, Randy felt the expanse of creamy thighs at his finger tips. The flesh was unbelievably soft and warm to the touch, causing him to gently kneed it, like it was some kind of dough.
Trish moaned into his mouth as an instinctive response. With her own hands free, Randy felt the touch of Trish palms' start at the back of his head, before teasing their way down over his broad shoulders to the base of his spine. Slipping beneath the bottom of his t-shirt, Trish roamed her hand upwards onto Randy's back again, feeling the hard contours of muscles, grazing ever slightly with the tips of her nails.
Revelling in the feeling, Randy broke his lips away from Trish, taking them to her neck, kissing down the length, before slipping his tongue back upwards again, taking it as high as the shell of her ear which he nipped at. Trish squirmed as a response, giving Randy the impression that the ear was a sensitive spot for her. Responding, Trish brought her mouth to Randy's throat, kissing at his Adam's apple before tasting his neck more fully. Despite himself, Randy couldn't help but groan at the heated lips on the sensitive skin.
Gripping the base of his shirt, Trish pulled upwards as hard as she could. Lifting up off her slightly, Randy aided Trish's attempts by pulling shirt over his head and slinging it to the floor. As he prepared to drop back down on top of Trish, he was caught off guard. Clamping her legs around his waist, Trish used Randy's momentum to spin him over onto his back, straddling across his waist. With him in such a prone position, she leaned forward again, planting a kiss on his lips, before moving to his chin and back down his neck.
Now that he was shirtless, Trish had much more skin to taste, and took full pleasure in doing just that. Randy groaned softly, feeling Trish's slow kisses trail over his collar bone, moving down over his broad chest. Randy marvelled at how slow and deliberate each kiss was, gasping at the feel of her hot tongue travel down over each pectoral muscle. Losing herself in Randy's taste, Trish found herself wander in the peaks and mounds that made up his chiselled chest, every now and again nipping at the golden flesh at her mercy. Trish paid special attention to Randy's abdomen, kissing each individual abdominal muscle in turn getting a soft moan from Randy each time.
' Time is locked into the pulse inside us. In a place they'll never find us. Nakes. Sacred. Pure. Heart's racing, Rhythm so intoxicating. Letting go we're free falling. Going, Going, Gone...'
Reaching the buckle of his jeans, Trish sat upright once more, keeping eye contact with Randy as she teasingly undid the belt, pulling it loose from the jeans. With a lustful glint clouding her eyes, Trish undid each button, one after the other, taking special care to make sure the palms of her hands rubbed sensually over the growing mound Trish could feel.
With his jeans opened and loose, Randy felt some respite as the throbbing hardness which had been growing was now released. In a teasing strip show, Trish carefully pulled her sports-jersey up, throwing it to the ground behind her. Licking her lips, Trish reached behind to her shoulder blades to un-clasp her bra, but Randy was faster. Sitting up, with Trish straddling his lap, his hands skilfully unhooked the bra. Stopping for a moment, Randy took one final look at Trish's breasts when they were covered with a bra.
'So Hypnotic. I'm coming up on it. Your love's hypnotic. It's a beautiful way to fly. Surrender your mind, and lose yourself as we rise.'
Slowly, he pulled it forward, the straps falling easily off her shoulders. Hurling it to one side, Randy focused on Trish in front of him. Trish bit her bottom lip, giggling slightly at Randy's expression, something akin to a little boy in a candy store. Licking his lips, Randy dove straight forward, his tongue tracing the valley between each breast, his hands coming up to cup each one individually. Turning his mouth to the first, he took Trish's nipple into his mouth, teasing it out until it stood erect, revelling in the feeling of Randy's mouth gave it. Turning his head again, Randy did the same to the other nipple, bringing it out playfully with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure through the Canadian's entire body.
Trish's moan was slow and long, her head tossed backwards surrendering fully to the feeling. Supporting her lower back, Randy gently laid Trish backwards, his mouth still covering each breast as he did so. With Trish flat on her back, Randy gripped at the white shorts she had been wearing. With one, final look into Trish's eyes, he pulled them down in one final swoop, pushing them to the side.
Hooking Trish leg's over his shoulder, Randy dove his head straight forward, parting the folds of soft flesh with his tongue. The smell and taste was more intoxicating than Randy could have imagined, his tongue burying deeper into Trish's heated core, his tongue becoming slicker with every licked thrust. Trish's hips bucked up off the bed, her lips parted into a whimpering moan. With one hand gripping the bed sheets till her knuckles turned white, her other gently rested on Randy's head as he delved deeper still.
Flashes of heat coursed their way through Trish's body, feeling her legs begin to tremble. Arching her back, Trish's moans became more ragged than before as her climax began to build. Focusing his attention upwards, Randy sucked Trish's clit into his mouth, kissing and licking the soft nub of flesh, making Trish's moans build in intensity till she could no longer take the feeling. The explosion started in her stomach, crashing it was way down into her groin and echoing from her mouth in a scream. Randy continued his passionate assault on the soft flesh, playing it with his tongue until her hips gently dropped back down to the bed.
Panting hard, Trish felt her desire burning even deeper inside her than before. Sitting up, she forcibly pushed Randy backwards onto his back. Gripping the tops of his jeans, Trish pulled them down, exposing those gorgeous thigh muscles. Dropping her head, Trish kissed the bulging muscles as her hand snaked up, gently caressing the hardness tenting from Randy's boxer shorts. Groaning at the sweet torture Trish was performing, Randy had no choice but to grip the sheets as his body burned with need.
Slowly, Trish removed Randy's underwear, keeping her eyes focused on his. Orton's hardness sprang forth, being released from the confines of the shorts. Licking her lips, Trish dipped her head, teasing at his balls with her hot tongue. His entire body convulsed at the feeling, with his eyes rolling back into his head. Trish gripped the base of Randy's erection, as her lips pouted into a kiss which she placed on the head. Randy's back arched, his head dropping backwards as Trish kissed and licked the shaft in her hand.
"Look at me Randy."
Trish's voice was a husky command, to which Randy obeyed. His hazily lidded eyes focused down on Trish, as she slowly slipped her hot mouth over the head, sliding down over the shaft, never breaking eye contact. Slowly, Trish began to deep throat the majority of the length of Randy's erection, her hand caressing at what she couldn't. The pleasure was nothing like Randy had ever received before. He could easily say until this moment, he had never had a great blow job. Trish's mouth skilfully worked, alternating between suction and her hot tongue swirling around the sensitive head. Bring up her free hand, Trish began to massage Randy's balls, causing him to groan in a deep tone, bringing a moan from Trish in response.
Knowing if he took much more of this, he would explode in her mouth, Randy knew he had to stop Trish. Gripping her blonde locks in a handful, he pulled Trish's head upwards, licking his lips at the sight of her swollen lips. Softly placing Trish onto her back, Randy's hand swiftly darted into the back pocket of his jeans, grabbing the small foil packaging. Ripping it apart, he quickly sheathed his erection with the condom, before leaning down above Trish. Position himself at her entrance, Randy leant his head down, placing a soft kiss on Trish's lips.
"I'll take it slow, ok?" Nodding her head in response, Trish rested her hand on Randy side, as he began to push inside her. Wincing slightly, Trish felt herself stretch as Randy entered her. Randy quickly stopped, as Trish panted.
"Its ok…"she managed, as Randy slowly began pushing forward, sliding half of himself into her. Seeing Trish's discomfort, he dipped his head, planting a searing on kiss on her neck as he whispered -
"Hold on baby." With one finally firm thrust, Randy slipped all the way into Trish's heated core, relaxing against her as Trish felt herself get used to the feeling.
With as much care as his lust would allow, Randy began to thrust in and out of Trish, gritting his teeth at the hot, tightness surrounding him. Each thrust seemed to take him deeper and deeper, the heat from Trish's core sending unbearable waves of pleasure coursing around his body. Trish's moans began to build intensely as the discomfort gave way to all consuming pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands clawing at the delicious back muscles she could feel. Randy released another moan as Trish began to ride her hips to match his thrusts. The searing core was more than Randy could take. His breath came out in laboured gasps as he looked into Trish's eyes, seeing the lust buried deep within her hazel orbs.
Releasing her grip on his back, Trish's hands firmly gripped Randy's butt cheeks, wanting him to push harder into her. Up for the challenge, Randy began to ride hard, slamming into Trish with measured force. Her once ecstatic moans now became erratic screams as Randy pushed Trish's body over the edge. And never being one to take a backseat, Trish surprised herself with her strength as she pushed Randy over onto his back. Locking her lips against him for a furious tongue battle, Trish felt Randy wrap his arms around her waist as she continued to ride him, giving it to him as hard as her body would allow.
Trish's seemed to get tighter by the second as Randy buried himself deeper inside her. Getting the ride of his life, its was all Randy could do to stop himself from screaming in ecstasy. Losing himself in the moment, Randy had given his all to Trish, hitting her with all the desire his body held. Trish, in return, let all the lust that had been building up all this time explode and take her as close to edge as she had ever been. All the passion burning in her body, Trish could feel herself tighten, passing the point of no return as another earth-shaking climax approached.
With her erratic screams bellowing from her lungs, Trish felt her legs buckle as the feeling ran away with her, sweeping her sense of pleasure far beyond anything she had know before. Catching her body, Randy flipped Trish back over, pumping into her again, riding out the last waves of her orgasm. Feeling Trish alternatively clench and spasm, pushed Randy over the edge, so he could no longer keep control. Slamming inside Trish as he released, his voice came out as a strangled cry -
"Trish…"
In blinding passion, Randy emptied himself into the condom, before sinking down to collapse against Trish's chest. Their union hadn't been sweet, or gentle. It had been a bout of hard-hitting, fiery fucking.
Carefully, Randy pulled himself out of Trish, making sure he caught condom and disposed of it. Relaxing next to Trish, her body seemed to fit against his perfectly. Slinging an arm over her limp body, Randy pulled up a the cover to place over their bodies, raining down kisses on the back on the back of Trish's neck. Holding her body close, Randy could only hear Trish's steady breaths. Feeling his eyes drift closed, Randy felt like he should say something.
"Trish?"
Turning over, Trish rested her head onto Randy's chest. He looked as exhausted as she felt. All Trish wanted was to fall into a peaceful sleep in his arms. Everything else could wait.
"Shhhh Randy. Sleep." With a soft kiss on Randy's contented smile, Trish slowly felt her own eyes shut, drifting into the best night's sleep she'd had in the longest time.
'Mesmerising, the way you goy my Venus Rising. Visualising your skin, melting into mine. Your love's hypnotic, it's a beautiful way to fly. Surrender your mind and lose yourself as we rise.'
Hypnotic...