Elizabeth bounced eagerly where she sat. “Come on, Trish. I wanna think about Jeff naked!”
Trish snorted. “Calm down, child. I’m getting to it. Now actually, I have to say that my first experience with Jeff spawned from my most embarrassing moment ever. And trust me when I say that if I could have, I would have shot myself right on the spot. But thankfully, things turned out a bit different for Jeff and me.”
“Oh… Trish getting embarrassed,” Amy giggled. “I’m excited about this one.”
Trish narrowed her eyes at her. “Hush, bitch. I will get you. Anyway,” she rolled her eyes at her. “It happened during Invasion, right after Amy and I had won our bra and panties match against Stacy and Torrie. Since I had been given this angle to have some kind of blossoming relationship with Jeff, it was becoming harder and harder for me to hide my crush on him…”
“Hey, Trish.” She jumped about twenty feet in the air, when Jeff tapped her on the shoulder. Was it obvious that she was thinking about him? Her cheeks were turning crimson and her breathing grew shallow.
“Oh. Hey, Jeff.” Her attempt to sound nonchalant had failed horribly as she squeaked out her words. Damn him for making her so nervous.
He smiled at her. It was one of those smiles that made her heart fall all to pieces. She struggled to keep her knees from buckling. How in God’s name had she managed to kiss him without falling over in a dead faint? Trish remembered everything about that kiss, down to the precise way his tongue had glided over her lips, taunting her. She dreamt about that kiss and she would give anything to repeat it.
“Are you excited about your match tonight?” he asked.
She nodded, for fear that if she opened her mouth, she’d forget how to speak.
“I know you’ll do amazing. Although this is one match I wouldn’t mind you losing,” he teased. Trish’s eyes widened. Was Jeff hitting on her? He touched her arm and grinned. “Aw, come on Trish, you know I’m just messing around.” Fuck. He wasn’t serious. Because if Jeff really did want to see her in her underwear, then all he had to do was ask.
Her laugh was forced, but Jeff smiled as if he hadn’t even noticed. “Well, I’d better get ready for my match. You coming out with everyone later? I think they wanna hit up a few clubs before we leave tomorrow.”
Trish nodded, her stomach twisting in horrible knots.
“Good.” He grinned and kissed her cheek. “Save a dance for me.” Trish watch him saunter off down the hallway to his locker room. What the fuck? It was really unfair what that man did to her. And it was even more unfair that she could do nothing to stop it.
It certainly didn’t help that it’d been months since her last relationship, and longer since she’d had sex. Was Jeff Hardy trying to send her into a nervous breakdown? You couldn’t just go along looking the way he did, kissing her, making suggestive comments and expect her not to feel anything. It just wasn’t right.
In fact, the idea of going after Jeff was sounding really good just then. Trish wondered how he’d react if she just attacked him. She wondered what he looked like naked.
Fuck. She couldn’t think like this. Not now. She was due out in the ring in ten minutes. What she needed to do was get dressed and calm the hell down.
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The match had been too easy. Torrie and Stacey hadn’t stood a chance against her and Amy. Trish pranced down the hallway to her locker room, still topless and loving all the attention she was getting. The second she and Amy had walked out of the ring and backstage, she had been wrapped up in more hugs than she could ever remember. Trish laughed with Amy as they walked down the hallway to their respective dressing rooms, nearly falling over in shock when she saw Jeff leaning against the door, smirking.
“Jeff! What are you doing here?”
He smirked again. “Just came to congratulate you on your win.” Trish saw his eyes move over her body, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. “You look good, Trish.” He bent down to kiss her and she closed her eyes, tried her best to hide her shock as he pressed his lips to hers. “I’ll pick you up tonight, around eight. We can go to the club together, it’ll be fun.”
Trish nodded, her mouth hanging open. “Okay, yeah. Eight o’clock.” As soon as he backed into his own locker room, she scurried off to change and find Amy before she left to go to the hotel. She caught up with Amy as she was getting into her car with Jay hopping into the passenger seat.
“Amy…we have GOT to talk.”
Amy looked from Jay to Trish. “Uh, Trish. Can it wait? Jay and I are in kind of a hurry.”
“NO!” Amy sighed and got out of the car.
“All right, what’s going on?”
Trish took a deep breath. “Jeff kissed me.” Amy looked at her, incredulous.
“And this is out of the ordinary, how? I can’t believe you got me out of the car for this. I mean, Jay and I were on our way for a nice evening alone and you come and tell me something I could hear about TOMORROW?”
“Okay, Ames. I’m sorry, but this was not a normal Jeff kiss. I mean, this was not one of his friendly little pecks on the cheek. I mean, I felt tongue. I didn’t get that with our fake kiss. I mean, don’t you think it’s a little out of character for Jeff Hardy to be sticking his tongue down people’s throats and telling them he wants to see them half-naked?”
Amy raised an eyebrow. “He told you that?”
“I’m paraphrasing. If all that isn’t enough, he’s picking me up tonight to go to the club. He told me to save a dance for him. And you can tell by the way he looked at me that this is not gonna be a friendly, platonic kind of dance.”
Amy shrugged. “Well, what the hell are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the hotel getting ready?”
Trish’s eyes widened as if she suddenly remembered. “Oh, yeah!” Without saying goodbye, she ran off to her car and sped off to the hotel. In her suitcase she searched desperately for something to wear. Nothing she owned seemed suitable for such an event as this. Everything was either too tight, too formal or just too… DAMN IT! She couldn’t stand the pressure.
It took her a good half-hour to figure out what she was wearing. It might have taken longer, but she remembered that she had to do her hair and make-up before Jeff picked her up. She was just slipping into her leather boots when there was a knock on the hotel room door. Trish scurried to open it, knocking over the complimentary ice bucket on her way.
Jeff could look could in a garbage bag, but something about that night made him incredibly sexy. It took Trish a moment to realize what the change was. He was dressed all in black, the only color to him his bright hair, in shades of red and pink. It was pulled back, and he donned one of his black headbands, making the color less obvious.
But it wasn’t just the way he dressed. It was the way he stood, the way he smelled, just the essence of him was driving her insane. Jeff smirked down at her and fingered the feather earrings she wore. “Nice.” She took a deep breath.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Jeff’s smiled widened and he took her arm and looped it through his own.
“Adam and Chris found a really nice club about ten minutes from here. It plays good music and we can keep a low profile there.” Trish hardly comprehended what he just said. All she could seem to think about was the fact that Jeff was walking down the hallway holding hands with HER. Had she fallen into some kind of fantasy world?
“Sounds good. Who else is coming?” Trish asked, desperately searching for something more interesting to say.
“Ah, Jay and Amy might make an appearance. That is, if they aren’t too busy doing whatever they do in their bedroom. Stephanie has to come, because Chris is making her-”
“Why would Chris make Stephanie come? I thought they hated each other.”
Jeff smacked himself in the forehead. “Damn. I can’t believe I just said that. It’s Chris and Steph’s best kept secret that they’re fucking. I was supposed to be the only other one who knows.” He looked at her and pouted. “Promise me you won’t say anything? Stephanie is awful vicious and to be entirely honest, she scares the shit out of me.”
Trish snorted. “Okay. If you’re that afraid of Stephanie, perhaps it’d be best to keep this a secret.” Jeff unlocked the doors to his SUV and helped her into her seat. Good Lord, the man oozed sex and on top of it, he still treated her like a lady. Now how the hell could she manage to snag him for herself?
She noticed Jeff watching her out of the corner of his eye, wearing a small smile. “What?” she wanted to know.
“Nothing,” He placed a hand on her thigh, and she involuntarily quivered under his touch. “Just thinking about our dance later tonight.”
Gathering a breath, she decided to take the plunge. “Is a dance all you’re after, Jeff?” He looked at her, surprised, but… not.
“What else would I be after?” His voice was liquid smooth and his gaze burned into her.
Trish shrugged. “Forget it,” she mumbled. Fuck it. The man was turning into her a veritable wreck. He unnerved her and she hated that it felt so good. Even without words he could turn her into a bumbling idiot. She stiffened as she felt his hand move up her leg, dangerously close to her crotch. Fuck. He’d hardly touched her and she was soaking wet. It was a dreadfully erotic feeling. She didn’t know what she would do when they danced, bodies moving against bodies, experiencing every quiver, every feeling, every touch.
Yes, she decided to herself. Jeff Hardy would be hers. The sooner, the better.
The club wasn’t incredibly crowded, but it was certainly busy. Jeff and Trish met up with their friends at the bar, all of whom held bottles of beer. Well, all except for Stephanie. She was drinking something with fruit and a little umbrella in it. And as far as Trish could tell, Chris was giving her absolute hell.
She saw it now. The way they teased each other, hardly containing their laughter. They must have gotten a big kick out of thinking that everyone else was too stupid to realize what was going on. Jeff pushed a martini into her hand, her favorite. Also the drink that could get her drunk quicker than any other.
She sipped at the drink before asking. “You trying to get me drunk, Jeff?”
He smiled, shook his head. “I want you to be good and awake when I make love with you, Trish. Awake to feel each and every…” Jeff paused to position his hands low on her waist. “…touch.” He pressed his lips to hers and the taste of the martini and him nearly drove her up the wall. She knew the liquor had nothing to do with how intoxicated she was feeling.
She allowed Jeff to take the drink from her, sit it on the bar, and lead her out to the dance floor. He spun her around to wrap his arms around her again, and Trish felt his erection begin to press into the small of her back. Jeff began to run his tongue along her neck, sliding his hands underneath the hem of her shirt. She whimpered as his fingers began to trace the undersides of her breasts.
God. They couldn’t do this here. She’d leave… go back to the hotel and wait for him to come to her. He had to know what she wanted. She twisted around to face him, pulled him in for the deepest, most erotic kiss they’d experienced yet. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, and fingers stroked as low as they dared. Trish broke the kiss and walked away. She paused at the doorway, looked at his shocked face and cast her best version of a come-hither look.
Jeff would follow her.
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Fuck Jeff Hardy. Damn him to hell. She’d been waiting for three god-damned hours since she had reached her hotel room. She had changed into a silky robe, worn nothing under it… just WAITING for him to show up. But fuck him, he still hadn’t.
And the worse part of it all was the fact that she was still horny as all hell. Pouting, she crossed her legs as she laid down on the bed. If Jeff didn’t show up in five minutes, she was going to take matters into her own hands. She looked at the digital clock on the bedside table. Fuck it. She was going to take care of matters without Jeff Hardy.
Trish untied the sash of her robe, anxiously whipped the fabric to the side. She found herself running her hands over her breasts, imagining they were Jeff’s hands. She could just see him above her, felt her own fingers inside her, desperately wanting them to be his. Her breathing came in gasps now, on the brink of her first orgasm. She was moaning out his name when the door slammed open, and Jeff took in the naked sight of her.
She scrambled for a blanket, failing miserably at trying to conceal her actions. “Jeff… you’re supposed to knock first!” She wanted to crawl into a big hole and die, she was so hideously embarrassed.
Jeff shut the door behind him as he stepped into the room. “No…” He shook his head. “I really don’t think so.” He tramped over the bed and tugged on a corner of the comforter until he had pulled it away from her naked form.
“Thinking about me when you touched yourself?” Jeff wanted to know. He didn’t wait for her answer. They fell back on the bed, his mouth desperately seeking her breasts and her hands running along the smooth muscles under his shirt. As his mouth connected with her nipple, she ripped the shirt apart. He smirked as his tongue did its magical things, but said nothing.
Jeff pushed himself up, undid his belt and slid the zipper to his pants down. Giving a little shimmy as he lowered the pants, Trish let out a low giggle and then an appreciative sigh as she noticed that he apparently went commando. She then let swallowed hard as she saw that Jeff was even more impressive than she could have imagined.
He then went back to feasting on her, making sure to treat the other breast to the same attentive ministrations. Trish meanwhile, boldly reached out and touched Jeff’s cock, surprised by the smoothness and heat of it. She stroked him up and down the length of his shaft as he continued worshipping her body with his mouth. Pushing Trish onto her back, he proceeded to press butterfly kisses onto her flat little stomach, dipping his tongue into her naval, before going lower. Jeff gently pushed her legs apart and leaned down to taste her. She thought she would come undone at just that first contact, as Jeff’s tongue touched her so intimately. He licked at her, brushing his tongue over her clit, until she thought she’d die from the ecstasy. It didn’t take long for her to reach climax, exploding in a wave of sheer pleasure, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Jeff crawled up her body and kissed her tenderly, giving her a taste of a mixture of vodka and her own juices. As she lay there panting, still quivering from the aftershocks, he began plying her neck with moist open-mouthed kisses.
“Jeff. Oh, Jeff…” she murmured.
“Do you want me?” He whispered against her ear.
“Yes. Please… I want you,” she begged.
Jeff then broke contact enough to reach down to his pants, withdraw his wallet from the back pocket and retrieve a condom. Tearing open the small foil packet, he removed the contents and sheathed himself quickly and efficiently.
He looked down at Trish, a serious look on his face. “You won’t regret this?”
“I’ll only regret not finishing what we started,” she replied.
Pulling her toward him slightly, Jeff pushed her legs apart and settled himself between them. Guiding himself to her entrance, he put just the head of his cock into her. He pulled out just a little and then slowly pushed back into her tightness again. He then began a gentle thrusting making sure that Trish was feeling sensations she never had before. Trish was moving beneath him, writhing her hips slightly and wrapping her legs around him, digging her heels into his butt. With more encouragement, soon Jeff was increasing the pace of his thrusting. She lifted her hips to meet his movements and they were rocking in sync. Jeff angled himself so that his cock was putting pressure on her clit with each movement.
Pleasure ripped through Trish as her climax started deep within her and quickly spread throughout her entire body. Her inner muscles tightened their grip on Jeff’s cock as the orgasm engulfed her and she felt like she’d been hurtled into the sun, the heat was so intense. She screamed his name as she came apart in his arms. Jeff matched her quick thrusts and then erupted in his own climax. He collapsed against her, spent and satisfied. Taking just enough time to remove the condom, Jeff gathered Trish into his arms. They wrapped their limbs around each other, snuggled together and drifted off into a contented sleep.
“And that,” Trish finished. “Was my first time with Jeff Hardy.” She kicked back her heels, looking very satisfied with herself. Her eyes leveled with Stephanie’s. “Now, Ms. McMahon. Think your little Jericho can do any better?”
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