[NOTE: this takes place at the hotel after a show]
Matt was searching for his shaving kit when his girlfriend came in.
"Hey, baby," he greeted Lita with a smile, straightening from rummaging in his suitcase. "How'd the meeting go?"
"Fine," the redhead replied, bouncing towards him. "Some good storyline ideas. Ran too long. God, I'm horny!"
Matt chuckled at the last comment and reached for her, grinning.
"You're always horny," he teased, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him.
"Yeah, well, that makes two of us," she shot back with a smirk. She wound her arms around his head, arching her back and pressing her chest tightly to his as they abandoned themselves to their hormones. Since their 'physical' relationship was pretty new, they still reacted to each other like giddy teenagers.
The gentle nibbles and tugs on lips quickly gave way to probing tongues as the need rose in their bodies; a hard, hot ache. His mouth made a quick, wet trail down her jaw, throat and collarbone as his hands grazed up her sides, pulling her baby-tee up.
Lita had to let go of him and finish pulling it off herself, since it tangled around her hair and clung to one bicep uncooperatively. But it wasn't much of a distraction, since Matt's hungry mouth stayed busy on her chest, nipping at her peaked nipples and the curve of her breasts through and around the satin of her bra. When he couldn't get the clasp undone with both hands, she snaked her arm up behind her and unfastened it quickly, before he could get too frustrated.
'Why can't he do that?' she wondered fleetingly, not for the first time. 'What's so hard?'
She let the thought slide away as Matt hooked the shoulder straps with his blunt fingers and freed her of the burgundy undergarment. His dark-haired head buried in her exposed cleavage and his arms braced supportively across her lower back. She let him hold her up and abandoned herself to the racing sensations. God, his mouth felt good! Nipping, sucking, tugging her nipples....driving her crazy. She practically climbed up him, craving more, *more*, MORE!
Her hands went questing under his tank top, fingers playing along the sculpted planes of his muscles. They traded turned-on groans as Matt kneaded her rounded asscheeks through the almost slick material of her cargo pants, lifting her to her toes as he straightened up (to ease the twinge in his lower back) and sucked one dusky nipple hard into his warm, wet mouth. Lita straddled his muscular quadricep and quickly brought her leg up to wrap around his thigh, but misjudged slightly. When her heel connected with the back of his knee, he stumbled and they almost went sprawling.
"Whoa," Matt gasped out under his breath. He had to let Lita go and pinwheel his arms slightly to keep from landing on his rump. He stumble-stepped back a few paces and ended up sitting down abruptly in the room's big, comfy chair instead.
Lita caught herself none too gracefully, one knee and a palm on the floor, but quickly turned it to her advantage. Without even standing up straight, she made a beeline for Matt --more specifically, for the open invitation he accidentally presented. He had landed with his feet wide apart, knees against the chair's upholstered legs. Wide open.
'Perfect,' she thought, kneeling in front of him and leaning up for a fervent kiss. His hands tangled in her hair and he plundered her mouth as she began tugging on the fastenings of his jeans. Success! She managed the button and zipper with minimal fumbling, and they began working off the restrictive denim together, Matt raising his hips obligingly. It was awkward to maintain the lip-lock while doing it, but they managed. Once they had the garment past his pelvis, however, they had to pull away.
"Shoes," Lita panted, as her calf bumped into the hard-soled boot. 'Darn it! Why didn't I think of that *before* I got his pants halfway down,' she chided herself as she went to work on the laces.
Matt took the opportunity to strip off his tank top then bent to go to work on the other shoe, so that they would get done twice as fast. 'Dammit!' he cursed silently, as his hasty fingers almost knotted the bootlace, 'delays, delays, delays.'
The bulky footwear finally thumped to the floor, socks thrown haphazardly after them. The couple rapidly sent their respective pants and undies chasing after the socks (Lita took a moment to be proud of herself for remembering to get her footwear off first --she would have looked silly making the exact same mistake) then returned to their former positions.
'God! I've never been so relieved to be naked in my life!' Matt thought with an audible sigh, which immediately turned to a groan as Lita swooped in and captured his throbbing cock in her ravenous mouth. She didn't waste any time. Forget timid, she bobbed and sucked for all she was worth.
'Oh, God, he tastes good!' She groaned in concert with the thought. Bent on driving him crazy, she licked all around the head and shaft, using big, sweeping passes with her tongue.
Matt felt the pressure mounting in his body almost like it would push his skin off. Her hot, wet mouth was everywhere; her hair trickled like silk across his groin; her hands caressed the insides of his thighs. Her mouth slid down his throbbing dick in a quick deep-throat, engulfing nearly the entire shaft.
"OohhhhhHHHHH!" he moaned loudly, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as electric fire raced through his nerves, igniting his body and overloading his brain, his hips bucking involuntarily.
'Oh, no you don't,' Lita admonished mentally, as his dick plunged nearly to her tonsils. 'I hate it when guys do that.' She moved her arms to his thighs, pressing a little to hold him down. Then she switched oral tactics. She locked her lips around the corona of his leaking tip and twisted her head around, first one way, then the other, dragging her lips back and forth across the sensitive ridge. 'I should've gotten a pillow for my knees,' she thought, already feeling a little rug-burn. 'Oh, well ...too late. I ain't stopping now!'
"OH, Goddd!" Matt groaned, digging his fingers into the chair arms. His pulse nearly shot off the chart as intense erotic heat coursed through his veins. He had to strain not to shoot right then and there. If he lost it now, he wasn't sure he could go again later. And he *really* wanted to fuck her tonight.
'Think of something else, think of something else!' his mind yelled urgently. 'Uhhhhh... who won the IC belt from Test? Who helped 'Taker hang Big Bossman at that Hell In the Cell? Who's sold the most t-shirts this year? When is the last time I did the Megahertz moonsault?' He kept up the litany of distraction until he had eased back from the brink. But --oh!-- it still felt awesome! Her mouth and hands were building such a boiling tension within him that he didn't think he could hold out much longer. 'Man, I wish this could last forever.'
Lita spared a glance upward as she sucked furiously and tugged on his hard, pulsing shaft. The sight of her partner's sweat-soaked face, its intense, ecstatic expression, his heaving chest and quivering muscles sent a jolt of pure lust straight to her groin.
"Uuuuhhhhh," the elder Hardy groaned. He held himself rigid, fighting not to thrust --he had gotten the hint that she didn't like it. Lita licked down and tongued his balls while pumping him with her fist (to give her aching jaw a break) and snaked a hand down to her own aroused core, sliding her fingers in and out and humping her hand, keeping time with her ministrations on her lover.
"Yipe!" Matt suddenly squeaked, tensing all over and jerking away from her busy mouth. "Teeth!" he gritted out.
"I'm so sorry," she apologized contritely, releasing him and herself and sitting back on her heels. "I didn't mean to..."
"It's all right," he forgave her, pulling her towards him with a hand on the back of her head until their foreheads touched. He kissed her to show there were no hard feelings then said, panting and grinning, "I think it's time we switched, anyway."
He stood up on jelly legs and helped her to her feet, then led her towards the bed. She stumbled on one of his discarded boots as they hastily made their way to it, but Matt's hand on her elbow kept her upright. The feisty redhead crawled quickly up the mattress, her boyfriend right behind her.
She nearly knocked him in the head with her leg when she turned onto her back, he was that close. Her overexcited lover didn't even give her a chance to settle herself before diving in. Lita discarded her mild annoyance immediately, though, because his moist, warm tongue connected with her swollen netherlips. He didn't pull away while they arranged themselves, either. No mean feat, since they both had to scoot up so that his legs weren't hanging too far off the end of the bed. It was pretty awkward, but he wasn't willing to stop and let them get situated first.
Matt dove right in while she made some final adjustments, sliding his shoulders practically under her butt and bringing his arms around her hips. His fingertips just barely reached her netherlips to spread them open. He nudged the fleshy folds aside with his face and drove his tongue against her hole.
Lita cried out wantonly as his squirming tongue pleasured her; his lips greedily sucking, drinking the juices he found there. They both ignored the very unattractive suck/slurp noises he made. He tried to stroke her clit with his fingers, but couldn't quite reach, so he abandoned the yummy honeypot and pursed his lips around her protruding button, sucking at it with appetite.
"Too hard," Lita squeaked in a small voice a few minutes later, her body involuntarily jerking spasmodically.
