Chris
Jericho left his locker room and walked down one of the never ending corridors
that had become a permanent fixture in his life.
He knew he was early for the Smackdown tapings, for once, but he didn’t
expect the locker rooms to be as empty as they were.
It was an unnerving feeling to see the usually full and bulging rooms
devoid of any life apart from his own. He
knew it was only a temporary situation though, soon the arena would be full of
other wrestlers.
“You’re
early.”
Jericho
didn’t have to turn around to recognise the shrill and sarcasm full voice that
he had just heard. “What can I
say Stephanie? I missed you so much
I decided to get here early in the hope of hearing your beautifully melodic
voice.”
“Cut
the crap Jericho.”
He
turned around to face her, a look of mock innocence on his face.
“When have I ever lied to you? Why
are you here anyway? Getting a
quick session in with one of your employees?”
She
flashed him a fake smile. Stephanie
couldn’t believe the effect he had on her.
Thirty seconds after she had first seen him and all she could think about
was feeling his cock inside her again. And
he knew it. He knew how he made her
feel and played on it, holding her gaze longer than he needed to, standing
closer to her than was necessary...
He
always did it to her. Even when he
insulted her on television his cool blue eyes conveyed nothing but lust to her.
His insults seemed more like flirtations or chat up lines to her.
It drove her crazy. He had
all the power in their little affair. She
may have been the one to instigate their previous nights together but deep down
she knew it was Jericho who had made her. He
goaded her into it the first time and their second time together was no better.
He’d flashed her ‘come to bed’ eyes for three days straight until
she cracked and propositioned him again.
But
not this time. Nuh-uh.
She was determined to leave him wanting more.
“What’s
the matter Stephanie? Cat got your
tongue? Or was it Rhyno, or RVD, or
Raven, or Dreamer, or...”
“Shut
the fuck up Jericho.” Stephanie
said, grabbing the waistband of his black vinyl trousers and pulling him to her.
He
pressed his lips to hers, instantly pushing his tongue inside as their kiss grew
more heated, both of them jockeying for the dominant position.
Stephanie’s hand was still at the waistband of his trousers and she
rubbed the palm of her hand downwards, feeling the smooth coolness of the
material under her hot and sweaty palm.
She
moved it lower until her palm was resting over Jericho’s crotch, her fingers
in-between his legs. He moaned into
the kiss as she started rubbing her palm against his cock through the material,
she was able to feel it springing to life already and hardening under her touch.
Jericho shut his eyes tightly as he felt the sensations evoked by
Stephanie’s hand start to build, her methodical and slow rhythmic rubbing of
his cock driving him wild. Too
wild.
“Steph...
Stephanie...” Jericho
muttered, half heartedly breaking the kiss.
“What?”
Stephanie asked, batting her eyelids at him in an innocent way as her
hand continued massaging his cock.
“Stop
that. We’re in a corridor at a
Smackdown taping for fuck’s sake. Anyone
could walk past.”
“That’s
the fun isn’t it? Or are you too
much of a coward?”
He
looked down his nose at her, his mouth opening slightly as she pressed her hand
against his cock harder. “This
isn’t the time or place for that.”
“You’re
a fucking coward. Why don’t you
try and sound more convincing when you tell me to stop?”
“Mind
and body are two separate things.”
“Ah.
So your cock wants it but your brain is a pussy?
So to speak.” Stephanie
stopped massaging him and lazily ran her fingers over the belt buckle.
“Something
like that...” Jericho said
uneasily. He didn’t like the
wicked look Stephanie had in her eyes.
“Stephanie,
don’t...” He said as she undid
his belt and the button and zip on his trousers.
“Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.
It’s not a good.... Ohhhhhhhh
fuck...”
His
train of thought was interrupted by the feel of Stephanie’s hot hands wrapped
firmly around his cock, slowly stroking from the base to tip.
She lowered his trousers and underwear a little to allow herself more
room to move and started stroking his cock using slow and forceful movements.
He leaned his forehead against the door, his broad shoulders and chest
pressing Stephanie’s back against the wall.
She twisted her neck, eager to see his expression as she continued
working his cock. She loved seeing
him in this state, so hot for her and defenceless.
She got off on the power and the knowledge that anyone could walk past
and catch her with Jericho’s cock in her hand.
Each
time she reached the head of his cock she flicked her thumb over the tip
collecting the pre-cum to use as lubricant.
His movements and expressions were making her hot and she could feel the
same wetness between her legs that encounters with Jericho usually produced.
His eyes were half open, the blue hazed over with lust.
His mouth was fully open, his breath coming in audible heavy exhales and
brushing lightly against her nose. He
started undulating his hips into her touch, fucking her hand.
As he thrusted more forcefully Stephanie could feel the tip of his hard
cock pressing against her stomach.
“Come
on Jericho, cum for me. Spurt into
my hand and let me feel your cum hit my fingers, sticking them together...”
Stephanie purred into his ear as he whispered something she couldn’t
quite hear.
The
feel of her palm pressing against his cock as her fingers wrapped around him was
getting too much for him. Her blood
red fingernails occasionally scratched the sensitive skin and sent him pleasure
and pain in equal measures that nearly made him cry out.
His whole body was on fire, he never thought a simple hand job could have
that effect on him. But then again
it was her. Stephanie did have that
effect on him. Always had done if
he was honest to himself.
“Shoot
for me Jericho. I want to lick my
fingers clean. I want to taste
you.” He looked at her through
his lust ridden eyes as she sucked on a couple of her fingers for effect.
Stephanie
moved her hand faster on his cock encouraged by his moans to finish him off.
This was getting too dangerous for her now.
They’d been lucky that no one had found them so far but she wasn’t
going to risk it anymore. She
slipped her left hand into the back of his trousers, her fingers meeting the
toned muscle of his ass. She paused
for a second before taking the plunge and easing one saliva coated finger inside
his ass. She couldn’t believe how
hot and tight he felt wrapped around her finger as she wriggled it around,
trying to find the spot she knew was there.
“Ohhhhh!
Fuck Stephanie...” Jericho
gasped as she pressed against his prostrate.
She
felt the strength leave his body as she stroked his spot in time with her hand
on his cock. It was only a matter
of seconds before he came, burying his head in her hair trying not to scream as
his cock shot spurt after spurt in her hand.
Stephanie was transfixed by the feel of his muscles contracting around
her finger and his cock twitching in her hand, it was like nothing she’d ever
felt before. He still had his head
in her hair, his body riding out the last throws of his orgasm as she removed
her two hands from his trousers.
“You
with me?” Stephanie asked him.
“Fuck...
Barely...”
“You
ought to fasten yourself up before someone sees your cum covered cock hanging
out.”
“Good
idea.” He didn’t really care
that his underwear was full of cum, he was still high from his orgasm.
Stephanie could see that his cheeks were still flushed and his breathing
still heavy.
“I’m
going to go and clean myself up a little before everyone arrives.”
Jericho said to her, silently adding “and lie down for a while”.
“Okay.
Just one more thing...” Stephanie
said, bringing her cum coated hand to her mouth and taking great delight in
licking every finger clean.
“Slut.”
He said, chuckling lightly. “Why
did you do that? I mean, what did
you get out of it?”
“Other
than a rise out of you?” He
rolled his eyes at her play on words. “I
got turned on by it. You looked so
fucking hot, I couldn’t help but get wet.”
“Want
me to do anything about it?”
“No.
It’s all right. I’ll
cope without you.” Stephanie
said, heading to her locker room.
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Stephanie
walked into the Alliance locker room still pleased about her performance with
Jericho. The ‘beep’ from her
mobile ‘phone interrupted her thoughts as she had received a message from her
brother;
<i>”The
plane was delayed so we’re all going to be about two hours late.
Entertain yourself until we get there.”</i>
She
turned her cell ‘phone off, quite glad that she was alone.
She felt like she needed some quality alone time to calm down after what
had just happened. Without directly
pleasuring her Jericho had still managed to get her wet purely by the look on
his pretty face. The way he
practically purred into her ear as she stroked his beautifully thick cock had
sent bolts of electricity flowing through her veins.
She was turned on merely by her recollections.
“Shane
did say ‘entertain myself’.” Stephanie
thought as she double checked that she had shut the locker room door properly.
She
sat on the black leather sofa that was opposite the door and stretched her legs
out, resting her back against the corner of the sofa.
She couldn’t help but feel a little guilty and ashamed as she placed
her hand up her skirt and massaged herself through her thong.
Even through the thin material she could feel how wet she was and soon
removed her thong, her arousal over riding her guilt.
She pressed two fingers to her clit rubbing in circular motions as she
closed her eyes and melted into the shape of the sofa.
In
her mind it wasn’t <b>her</b> fingers that were soaked in her
juices and rubbing against her inner skin.
As she screwed her eyes together tighter and looked down she imagined
that she could see a mass of blond hair in her lap and that it was a tongue
pressing against her clit, sending her to heaven.
It was Jericho’s hair and tongue that she envisioned, not her
husband’s and Stephanie didn’t even feel guilty about it.
She was far past the guilty stage.
She
gasped lightly as she pushed two fingers inside of herself, imaging that it was
Jericho’s cock instead that was pushing into her.
Stephanie unbuttoned her blouse and eased her spare hand into her bra
tweaking her aching nipples. She
was so lost in her fantasy and arousal that she didn’t even hear the door to
her locker room open.
Jericho
stood in the doorway, open mouthed at the sight before him.
Stephanie was lying on the sofa, her one breast exposed to him as her
left hand teased the nipple. As he
glanced down her body he could see that her skirt was rolled up so it all lay
around her waist, her dark curls exposed to his eyes.
Her legs were open, one dangling from the side of the sofa to the floor
and the other was raised and leaning against the back of the couch.
He could see her right hand moving rhythmically to and from her body, her
fingers glistening with her juices under the strong artificial lights of the
locker room.
Seeing
Stephanie’s fingers disappear inside of herself made Jericho hard again.
He quietly closed the door and stood watching her, ignoring the need to
masturbate along side her. She
started moving her fingers quicker, her other hand joining them on her pussy.
Jericho changed his position a little so he could still have a clear
view. She looked fucking beautiful
to him, clothes in disarray, her sexy mouth framed by full pouting lips open
wide, her body occasionally shuddering and lifting away from the leather sofa.
He knelt down beside her watching the emotions on her face intently.
Her eyes were screwed together tightly and he couldn’t help but wonder
if Stephanie was fantasising about him instead of Hunter.
“Oh...”
Stephanie muttered lightly, proof that her orgasm was starting to build.
He
leant down and placed his lips around one of her nipples, feeling a hand press
against the back of his neck urging him to continue.
He moved his mouth down Stephanie’s body, licking under the peak of her
breast and placing light feathery kisses on her stomach as it contracted away
from her touch. Stephanie opened
her eyes and saw Jericho licking her belly button, unsure of whether she was
still fantasising or not.
She
watched as he moved lower, his face partially obscured by her rolled up skirt.
As soon as his tongue touched her clit she knew this was reality.
No fantasy could ever evoke the depth of sensation Jericho was evoking.
He sucked at her clit lightly tugging at the skin as Stephanie closed her
eyes again, eager to block every sense but touch.
He pushed two fingers inside her, his blunt fingernails raking against
her. She squirmed under every
movement he made, the pleasure almost too much for her.
“Oh
my God Jericho... Fuck me with your
fingers.... Make me cum...” Stephanie
muttered incoherent encouragement to him as he continued with his fingers,
bringing his tongue to her clit to double the sensations.
He
angled his fingers, trying to find the spot he knew was there.
Stephanie’s mewls and screams told him when he had the right place.
He flicked his tongue over her clit as he finger fucked her, his lips
attaching around it and sucking again. She
felt like she couldn’t cope with this dual onslaught anymore.
He was stimulating both of her spots in an expert way that made her feel
like she was going to explode. She
silently begged him to make her cum, she needed that release.
He
felt her whole body shudder as her cum flowed onto his fingers and tongue, his
own arousal almost about to peak. Stephanie
felt his fingers still brushing her spot as she came prolonging her orgasm
further. Finally her body stopped
convulsing and she sank into the sofa as Jericho withdrew his fingers and moved
back up to her face.
“So
that’s how you cope without me.” Jericho
said, smugly grinning at the flushed expression on her face.
“Does
it really fucking matter how I cope?”
“No.
I got a good show.”
“So
I see.” Stephanie said, her hand
reaching for his crotch.
“Don’t
worry about that.” Jericho said,
swotting her hand before she touched him. “I
can cope without you.”
He
laughed loudly as he left the locker room.
Stephanie
kicked herself. She wanted to prove
that she was in control but all she had proved was the hold he had over her.
She really did hate him. Everything
about him. His arrogance, his
smugness, the insults...
But
she had to love his fingers.
THE END
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