Title: Hung Like A Baby
Author: Trina Dudley
Rating: NC:17
Disclaimer:I own nothing but bad ideas...sue me, I dare you
Pairing: Kurt Angle/Heather

Hung Like A Baby

Kurt Angle rubbed his bald head pensively.  He was bored, tired, hungry, and ready for some action.  He constantly thanked the Lord that being horny wasn't a terminal illness.  He would have checked out a long time ago.  He'd had countless opportunities to bed the ring rats that followed he and the other superstars around.  He didn't want a ring rat.  He wanted someone.  Too bad she'd never noticed that he existed.  

Heather had captivated him from the moment he'd laid his eyes on her.  She carried herself with such confidence and that attracted him more than anything.  He hated women that whined about stupid stuff.  The ones that felt like they had to have a man around them all the time also got on his nerves.  Heather wasn't like that.  As long as he'd known her, he'd never seen her with a guy, unless it was one of the stars that had stopped to talk with her.  

She always stayed with one of the other divas in the hotels.  Hell, she even traveled with them.  It was like she had some phobia about men or something.  Kurt promised himself that if he got the chance, he'd show her that not all men were after sex first.  Then he gave himself a mental shake.  Wasn't that his main priority?  Getting laid?  He smiled at his wayward thoughts.  He wanted Heather all the time, but at the moment all he was thinking of was easing his frustrations in her taut athletic body.  A noise had him turning around quickly.  

"Heather," his breath caught in his throat.  God, she was gorgeous.  

"Hey there Mr. Olympic Hero," she came up to him and kissed his cheek.  "How's it goin, champ?"

He smiled and nodded lightly.  "Things are going good.  How you been?  I gotta tell ya, I hate this roster split more and more everyday," there were legit reasons he didn't like it, but the main one was the fact that he didn't get to see her very much anymore.  She followed the Raw roster for the most part.

"Yea, it does kinda suck.  You're one of the good guy and it sucks that we don't get to have our talks anymore.  That was always nice," she murmured, watching the play of muscles on his forearms.  The man had a beautiful body, she did have to admit that much.  He had pretty eyes too.  And a nice smile.  And don't get her started on that bubble butt he displayed so well.  

Kurt noticed a blush staining her cheeks and wondered where her mind was to make her flush.  He smiled slightly, hoping it was thoughts about him.  "I miss our little talks too, woman.  I'm one of the good guys?  Boy, do I have you fooled!"  He said with a laugh.

"Oh whatever.  You're such a boyscout, I know I have nothing to worry about when it comes to you.  You're a gentleman," she continued.

His smile faded.  How in the hell was he ever going to hook up with her when she had it in her mind that he was such a goody goody?  "You'd be surprised."

"Oh really?"  She asked him, clearly not believing him.  "And how are you not a gentleman?"

"Let's just say that I'm inclined to have less than innocent thoughts from time to time," he began with a shy smile.  "I'm not some little boyscout like you think Heather."

A challenge glinted in her brown eyes.  "You know what they say, don't you?  Talk is cheap."

He couldn't believe it.  Was she flirting with him?  She had to be kidding.  No way in hell was Heather hitting on him.   Only one way to find out.  He moved forward a bit and when she didn't back away, he felt a little courage building.  "You want me to prove it, do you?"

She cocked an eyebrow.  "Do you think you can stop being a good boy long enough to do it?"  She winked at him and grasped his hand in hers.  She lead him to an empty locker room and stood there expectantly.  "You just gonna stand there or you gonna come prove just how bad you can be?"

Kurt decided quickly that he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by.  He pulled her into his arms and looked into her eyes.  He could see that she was as turned on as he was and that served to heighten his arousal.  He pressed his cock against her midsection and let her feel how much he wanted her.  Her eyes widened as she could feel that he wasn't a little man by any stretch of the imagination.

Heather locked her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.  Their lips met and she thought she'd died and gone to heaven.  He definitely knew what he was doing.  She moaned against his mouth as his tongue slipped inside to explore.  Her tongue met his and electric sparks danced down her spine at the contact.  The kiss may have lasted for hours or just minutes, but both were breathless when they broke away.  

There was a fire burning brightly in Kurt's eyes and a wild look on his face.  He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward a table toward the back of the room.  With a quick apology, he grasped her by her hips and placed her on the center of the table.  Her legs hung down on each side of his hips and it was of a perfect height.  He moved in closer and pressed his cock against her center, thrusting lightly against her, making her moan incoherently at the pleasure she knew was coming.

Heather's shirt met with a sudden end as he grabbed each side and just yanked it off of her.  Buttons flew all over the floor, but he paid no attention as he beheld the sight of her sitting on the table in just her bra with her lips parted slightly.  He leaned forward and caught her lips on another searing kiss as he gently unsnapped her bra and pushed it down to her waist.  At the sight of her naked breasts, he felt his mouth begin watering.  

"God Heather, you're beautiful.  I've wanted you for so long,"  he murmured huskily as he placed open mouthed kisses down her jaw and neck.  When he reached the silky mounds, he let his mouth slowly envelop one of her nipples as his hand cupped the other.    His callused palm raked over her sensitive flesh and she gasped as he massaged her aching flesh.

"Oh God Kurt," she whispered, rubbing his head as he licked and sucked on her breasts.  When she couldn't stand the torturous game anymore, she pulled him off of her breast and kissed him fiercely.  "As much as this is turning me on, I'm gonna die if you don't fuck me soon."

He pulled back and started shaking.  Of the women he'd been with in the past, none had the power over him that Heather did.  She could get him started with just a look.  Now she was right there and practically begging him to fuck her!  Amazing how things worked out sometimes.  

"You want this?"  He pushed against her center again and she groaned.  

"Please."

He ripped off his track pants and his cock sprang free.  Her eyes widened again.  Damn, Kurt was hung like a baby.*  And she meant seven pounds, nineteen inches.  Geez, this was more than she'd bargained for.

"You like what you see?  I know I do," he said as he pulled her pants and panties down and off.  "You want this now?"  He rubbed the head against her clit and felt her juices moisten it.

"Now please Kurt.  Fuck me," she moaned shamelessly, wanting him to put an end to her suffering.  

With a grunt, he pushed the head of his swollen cock inside her tight channel.  When she had adjusted herself to his massive size, he slid in slowly, letting her feel him inch by inch.  When he was buried deep inside, he clenched his teeth against her tightness.  After a moment, he moved his hips experimentally and they both moaned their pleasure.  He moved again, this time a little harder.  

"Faster," she grunted as he withdrew and plunged in again.  He obliged and was soon pounding his way in and out of her with fierce strokes.  Heather chanted his name and felt her orgasm building.  He angled his thrusts and sparks danced in front of her eyes as he hit something inside of her that made her feel so fucking good.  Her voice changed tone and pitch and he knew she was close.  Her muscles tightened around his cock and with a ragged moan, she crowned the tip of his dick with her juices.  The milking sensation of her muscles contracting around him sent him over the edge and with a feral roar of pleasure, he spurted deep inside her.  

She held him tightly against her as the aftershocks went through her.  They just laid there, catching their breath.  Kurt kissed her nose before rising up and righting his clothes.  He pulled her up and helped her with her clothing as well.

"Uh, since I broke your shirt, you can wear mine," he said with a semi-shy smile.

"You know, I always thought you were a dork, but you're really sweet and you've got the best ass I've ever seen," she said, laughing.  

"A dork, huh?"

"Dork or not, you're amazing in the sack.  We might have to continue this later," she said with a wink.  Kurt laughed and shook his head.  What had he gotten himself into?

The End.

*Catchphrase courtesy of Heather*