Title : Edgeducating Jericho.
Author : Nerosgirl
Rating: NC17 PWP
Summary : Chris gets to learn a lesson...the hard way.
Disclaimer:I do not own any of the characters depicted here. They
are owned by themselves and the WWFE. No profit is being made from
this. It is purely a work of fiction, the events didn't really happen
and it is not intended to be a true representation of the characters
sexual orientations.
'Get it together man', I muse as I stand washing my hands and
admiring myself in the mirror.
'You know he was looking at you' the voice says again. 'Staring at
you with those beautiful green eyes of his...those beautiful fuck me,
make me your bitch eyes.'
I smiled my lopsided grin. "Sure he was, just begging for it like a
little bitch, after the little number Angle and me pulled on him
tonight."
Jeez now I really am losing it. Here I am in the middle of some
dumbass little bar in some hick, backwater town in the wee hours of
the morning, arguing with the insane voice inside my head.
The grin momentarily slips as the door to the men's room opens.
I finally let out the breath I'd unwittingly been holding as I
silently watch the scrawny little john who makes a beeline for the
cubicle. He must have seen the 'bitch wanted' neon sign around my
neck.
For a moment there I thought it might have been...
'You'd hoped it was him' the voice whispers again. Damn it, I hate it
when I get interrupted.
'Hoped he'd brought his pretty little ass in here...all for you.'
Sure I did.
'You know you want him, you know that's why you're here...'
Sure it is.
'Why you almost smell his cologne as you kiss those lips...'
He did smell pretty damn good.
'See your eyes glaze over with passion as you see him writhing
beneath you.'
That's the Jack Daniels. Nothing to do with my insanely,
unreciprocated fantasy of bareback riding the Edgester. I shift
awkwardly as I feel the familiar ache in my groin.
'You can almost taste him as he spills his sweet load down your
throat...'
I close my eyes for a moment and grunt, obscenely, as I shamelessly
knead the growing bulge in my pants.
'You can almost feel those long legs of his wrapped round your
waist...pulling you in deeper as you pump your hard cock into him...'
Jesus if I keep this up I'll have to go jack off again.
I stare at myself. At the little beads of perspiration that cover my
forehead and the faint blush that colours my cheekbones. I see the
glazed look and notice how my breathing has changed. A little faster,
a touch harder. Is this what he does to me?
Nah, probably the effects of way too little food, neat bourbon and my
right handed friend.
"And I'm thinking I've had one too many little drinkies tonight" I
finally say out loud as I fix the now long, flowing locks and try to
convince myself I have one hell of an imagination.
'Admit it! You want him almost as much as he wants you don't you?
Shut the hell up! I'm a little drunk and a lot horny. I need to get a
grip. I need to get laid. That's it.
'That's why you're waiting in here...for him.'
"Waiting for the assclown" I slur into the mirror, grabbing my crotch
and thrusting wildly, as the poor guy emerged from the door behind
me. Laughing to myself, as I see him get the hell out of here.
'Waiting to get a piece of that nice, tight ass' the voice mocks, as
I shake my head in frustration.
"Waits over."
The rich, silky drawl startles me. My gaze fixes on the advancing
figure as he comes up behind me. Fuck, I'm hallucinating now as well
as hearing voices?
"Come back for seconds have you?" I snigger.
Fuck, way to go Christopher. Piss him off some more. Rub that
handsome, little face in it why don't you. Tell him how you wanna
make him your bitch and ride his cute ass raw. Yep, he'd definitely
look good in a collar.
Why the fuck doesn't he say something instead of just leering at me
with that manic grin?
"Didn't I beat your ass enough for tonight?"
Last night, technically, but the mouth just keeps on running! Damn
but he's hot. It's not the booze talking; he really is a nice piece
of ass. I tense as he stops directly behind me. What now? Why's he
standing so close? Close enough to touch. But, he doesn't. He just
stands there gazing at me. Is he gonna make the first move or do I?
'Like a lamb to the slaughter.'
What the fuck does he want? Revenge maybe or something else?
Something more? Blow job... maybe some felching?
Now wait just a goddamn minute. Chris Jericho is no-one's bitch.
He leans forward so his face is next to mine. I stifle a moan as his
hot breath caresses my cheek before he rests his head on my shoulder.
It's so tempting to grab him by his locks and bend his cute ass over.
"Now isn't this a pretty picture Chris?"
Oh, I agree but don't tell him. I just watch him nervously as he
smiles at us. There's an us already? Are we shopping for drapes and
picking who sleeps on the left side tomorrow? Am I really that drunk?
I wonder if he feels the same and try and gauge what he's thinking
while trying to drown out that damn voice in my head that's beginning
to convince me.
Hello!
Fuck Chris wake up. This isn't a woozy fantasy.
I'm just about to ask him what he wants when his long tongue snakes
out and slowly runs over my cheek. God that feels good and it looks
so hot. I have to bite back the urge to turn and catch it in my
mouth. I'd like to suck on it slowly, like a popsicle, letting it
slide in and out of my mouth, coating my lips...
"Mmmm...taste as good as you look" he whispers, slipping his arms
around my waist. His hands hang lazily on my hips and I feel my cock
surge with renewed heat as he pulls me closer. Why am I letting him
take control? Why does this feel so comfortable?
Okay, now is the time to get neanderthal and beat my chest with my
fists. Me 'Master,' you 'Bitch.' Anytime now would be good.
I lean back against him saying nothing when he nuzzles my neck. Is he
for real or is this some smart-ass plan of his for retribution? My
question is answered as I feel his tongue follow his lips and he's
licking and nipping and licking, over and over watching me, watching
him. If his plan is seduction it's fucking working.
A noise breaks the spell he's weaving. Nervously my eyes dart to the
door. Not now. Not when this is beginning to get interesting. I try
and squirm out of his grasp, not too hard of course, where would be
the fun in that? Did he actually growl just then or is my imagination
totally outta hand?
Finally, I relax and turn back to the mirror to find him staring back
at me.
"What's the matter Chris, surely a living legend like you ain't
fretting about getting caught is he?"
Oh now he's mocking me? Okay, I can play his little game.
I love games. I can be quite convincing too. After all, it'll be
worth the effort just to hear him begging me to fuck him later.
"Doesn't the thought of it excite you, Chris?"
He's grinning again. Is that good or bad? Do we kick each other's ass
or get a room? I miss his tongue already.
"The thought of someone coming in and seeing my cock in your ass."
Whoa, hold up there. I think he's a little confused, maybe he's a
little drunk too, but I don't smell it on him. Overconfident� I like
it. Right scenario, he just needs to switch places.
"Are you a bad boy all the time?" I ask, sending him a sultry stare,
rubbing my ass against his crotch like a sex starved slut. I'm
determined to play my part to the best of my ability. It's not that
I'm really enjoying this little encounter way too much.
"You wanna play some?" he says before sucking hungrily on my earlobe.
Fuck, his hands look so good on my chest...I bet they'll feel good
too. Oops there goes a button. Damn, this is my favourite shirt man.
Stop teasing and touch me damnit!
"You like this Chris, you like to watch as you feel me touching you?"
Well now you come to mention it...I've never done this before.
Watched myself fucking I mean, but I'm liking.
Fuck, yeah that feels good. I knew it would. Okay maybe, getting into
the part a little too well now, don't need an Oscar performance. But,
I love the way he fingers my abs. He has such smooth, long soothing
fingers. Wonder what they'd feel like...
"You wanna go somewhere?" I finally manage to mumble.
"You think we should?"
He has no idea how much I do right at this moment, when he's
squeezing my nipples like that.
"Someone could walk in..." I start and I want to finish it with 'and
we don't wanna be disturbed now do we?' But who the fuck cares, as he
presses up against me and I feel his cock at my ass. It's almost as
hard as mine is right now.
I settle for an approving grunt instead.
Jeez I don't think I've ever been this hot for foreplay before. Maybe
it's because I've never done it in front of a mirror. Maybe it's the
threat of someone walking in and catching me with his hand down my
pants. I'm usually a 'wham, bam, thank you Dan' kind of a guy but,
fuck right now, he's doing it for me real good.
I've decided I trust him now, I think it was somewhere between when
he first pushed his tongue down my throat and where he finally
wrapped those wonderful fingers around my cock. Guess the voices were
right after all, 'cos the way he's grunting and humping away at my
ass tells me he wants to fuck as badly as I do.
"Want you " he says, as he pulls down the zipper on my jeans.
I try to reply, try to make at least a little effort to keep my
dignity, but it's incoherent. So when exactly did I start speaking in
Tongues? I couldn't protest if I wanted to, and believe me I don't,
I'm having way too much fun to stop now. I actually want him to fuck
me now.
It feels like hours that he's been slowly torturing me here, even
though I know it's only been minutes. I let out a long moan when his
hands finally free my cock and roughly yank my pants down, so they
puddle around my ankles.
I lean forward to hold on to the washbasin as he peels those leather
pants down those gorgeous looking thighs. I thought I was the only
one who looked good in leather. For a split second I panic and ugly
reality kicks in. If someone came in and saw us like this, saw what
we're about to do...caught us in the act...saw me bending over and...
"Spread for me baby."
All logic and doubt disappear as I obey. Yes I Chris Jericho submit,
parting my feet and thrusting my ass out proudly in offering. I am so
the ass slut these days. I shiver in anticipation when I feel him
pull apart my cheeks, until he gives me what I need and that hot, wet
tongue is violating me, thrusting deep as I greedily push back
against it. Fuck, when we're done I'm gonna cut the fucker out and
throw away my power tool.
This is so damned hot. I'm stood here as vulnerable as hell, groaning
as he tongue fucks me slowly. I'm past caring now, even if ole Vinny
Mac himself walks in. All I can think and feel is how fucking hot he
makes me. Need replaces shame and mine is growing fast.
Was that me wailing in disappointment just then, when he pulled it
out?
I brace myself as he slides back up behind me. I try to act like a
good bitch, but hey this is new to me! Give a guy a break! I grab
wildly for his head and start biting his neck hard, showing him just
how hot my ass is for him.
I almost fall over, giggling like a girl, as he clumsily reaches in
front of me for the liquid soap. Fuck the lube, I want that cock in
my ass now!
He groans in frustration and I'm not helping as more splashes over
the washbasin than he gets on his fingers. But, somehow I don't think
it's the only thing that's gonna splash it tonight.
"Now Edge!" I yell, squirming against his slippery digits as he
places them at my entrance. Jeez can't he see what he's doing to me,
how much I ache for him right now? What the fuck is he waiting for?
"Adam" he demands hotly, breaking up my self centred thoughts. "Call
me Adam" and slowly he plunges two of them inside me.
I buck back against them, trying to suck them deeper as they plunge
in and out. Teasing and pleasuring me as he tries to prepare me.
Prepare me? Since when am I a fucking vegetable! I'm fucking ready,
willing and able baby, right now!
"I'm not hurting you am I?" he asks, pretending to be all concerned.
Hurting me, is he totally fucking nuts? Is my braying like a donkey
giving birth to twins not convincing him? Why do I suddenly start to
feel uneasy about this?
"Do you want me to stop?"
There's definitely a warning glint in those eyes of his. What am I
missing here? He wants to fuck, I want to fuck, where's the goddamn
problem. What is he not telling me?
I try and be a good bitch and remember my place. Maybe that will
please him. Does he know how hard it is for me?
"More..." I hiss.
Oh fuck, sorry that slipped out. I'm doing my best here you know?
I grab him roughly by the hair as he pushes a third finger in and I
start panting like a bitch in heat. All thoughts of being in control
now disintegrate, I'm happy to be his bitch� Father Christmas� Christ
the Pope even, just fuck me already.
I really am trying...giving it my best shot, but...
"Fuck me Edge" I growl into his ear, blindly reaching behind me and
tugging on what I crave.
"Fuck ...Chris."
Yeah, that a boy, fuck Chrissy. Stick your cock in me, hard and fast.
Fill me with that huge love tool of yours and fuck my sexy ass
through the floor. Your fingers were a great appetiser, but now I
want the main course.
"Please Edge" I'm so shamelessly desperate for it he's got me
begging. Oh if the fans could see me now...
"Call me Adam!"
Fuck I'll call him Daddy if he'll just gimme what I want.
"Adam...fuck me baby...PLEASE!"
Most guys don't need an invitation. Hell they're usually the ones
begging me. How come he has this kind of hold on me? What exactly is
he trying to prove here?
"Tell me what you want Chris" he says as he grabs me roughly and
places his dick at my hole.
Ooh, demanding now eh? I like it! But, I already told him!
"Fuck me Ed...Adam.."
"Say it again."
Fuck what a tease. Four fucking times already!!
Just please for fucks sake DO ME! I look at him ready to spit venom
and scratch his eyes out. But, then I see the wicked glint there and
the grin that spreads from ear to ear. And finally I get it.
This is payback! His revenge for the ass kicking we gave him. Okay,
he can have his fun. I'll give him what he needs. I just hope he'll
return the favour.
"I need you to fuck me Adam" I breathe huskily "Please...make your
bitch."
I almost choke on the words and hate myself for being so weak. Hi I'm
Chris Jericho and I'm a desperate sexaholic. The old eyelash flutter
ought to nail him. No one can resist that.
"Are you sure?"
For FUCKS SAKE! SCAT LOVING, CUM LICKING COCKSUCKER! I have
Tourette's now as well? I so have to bite my lip to keep my big mouth
shut as I nod demurely.
God, I fucking hate that grin.
And then he makes it worth all the shame and degradation. I almost
scream out in pleasure as he finally rams that big cock inside me,
sheathing it right to where I feel his hot, heavy balls slap my ass
cheeks.
That's it. That's what I wanted. Was it really that difficult?
I watch a while as he runs his fingers over the head of my dick,
coating them with my love juice. Then he starts stroking me, long and
hard as the other hand finds my left nipple, squeezing and teasing
and it takes all my will not to shoot my load just watching us
together.
Okay, the mirror idea was good! Let's get down to business.
It seems he can read my mind now too. To finally feel him pumping
away proves to be my undoing. This is where I start howling like a
banshee. Hey you know how I like the sound of my own voice right?
This is where his hand flies to my mouth and to my waiting teeth. And
where he snarls to quit making so much noise as he picks up the pace.
Fuck, I forgot how good this feels!
Him grunting. My muffled squeals. Hot, sweaty skin making that
delicious slapping noise. His hard cock filling my ass, as he pumps
away on mine with his other hand.
Fuck, I need to do this more often.
I'm so close I almost forget myself. Hey just how the fuck am I
supposed to keep saying his name when he's gagging me anyway.
I rip my hand away from the washbasin and pull his from my mouth,
just as I feel my balls tightening and his hand falls to grab my hips
possessively.
"Oh Adam...Adam...oh...yesss."
Guess I hit the spot just in time. I smile as I feel him dig in his
fingernails and snap his hips at lightning speed. The sound of him
moaning when he lets go and fills me and the feel of his spasmodic
jerks is all I need to spill.
We both recover quickly and dress in a hurry. Although I'm reluctant
to leave because then we go back to being enemies. I bet he can't
wait to brag about this one in the locker room!
But, how come I don't care. My reputation's in shreds. He could make
me a laughing stock. Yet I'm not even angry. Hungry maybe, for him.
Ahhh, how the mighty fall.
It takes me by surprise when I'm suddenly being kissed hard.
When he's done we stare at one another. For a lingering moment. I
wonder if...
I open my mouth to say something, but his finger silences me.
Moment lost.
That damn grin is back and victory shines in those eyes of his. But,
there's something else there as well. Just a glimmer, but its there
and I can't help but give him a knowing smile. Maybe�
Then he turns on his heels and leaves me standing there with so
many `what ifs' burning in my head that I have to physically force
myself not to follow. Sadly, I watch him go out the door and turn
back to the mirror to adjust my hair. Hey, I still have some pride
left you know.
I watch silently, as my face breaks out into that famous lopsided
grin again.
Something tells me that won't be the last lesson he's gonna teach me.
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