Disclaimer: I don’t own Celeste… well, I kind of do but never mind that… as for Matt and Jeff… damn it, I’m not sure, it’s either their father or Vince…
Distribution: Flights.
Notes: So Celeste told me about her naughty Matt dream and I couldn’t not write about it…
Celeste stood in the ring, excitement pouring out of her like a fountain as she watched Matt and Jeff Hardy make their way to the ring. Had it not been for her friend signing her up for this contest, she wouldn’t be here today. True, she owed her friend a year’s worth of massages for entering her it would be well worth it.
“Celeste?” Matt asked, getting into the ring.
“Yeah.”
“Hi, I’m Matt Hardy and this is my brother Jeff.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both. I’ve been admiring your wrestling style since you first got to the WWF, plaid tights and all.”
“So a while then?”
“Quite.”
“How long have you been wrestling?”
“About eighteen months,” she answered with a shy smile.
“Oh great a rookie,” Jeff hissed.
“All right, let’s get to work then,” Matt said with a warm smile while nudging his brother in the ribs.
They all three worked the ring for a solid five hours… well Matt and Celeste worked the ring. After making a few snide comments about rookies and dumb contest, Jeff had left his brother with the contest winner.
“What’s with him?” Celeste asked as Jeff left.
“He’s just tired,” Matt explained as he sat down next to Celeste as she took a well-deserved break, her full breasts still heaving from the workout.
“He seemed bitchy to me.”
“That too.”
“Is he okay?”
“Just having a couple of bad weeks.”
“And he doesn’t like having to train a rookie wrestler just because she won a contest, right?”
“It’s just… we had time to rest and now we’re itching to get back in the ring.”
“I know the feeling.”
“You do?”
“I had a car accident a year ago. Put me out of commission for a long while.”
“Bad one?”
“Let’s just say my back’s never going to be the same again.”
“And you’re still in the ring?”
“If it were you,” she asked, “wouldn’t you get back in the ring?”
Matt nodded and Celeste chuckled, bumping her shoulder into his. He responded in kind and they started pulling and pushing at each other on the ring. They played like children, laughing and panting, each trying to get the upper hand, letting go since everyone had left the gym almost an hour ago. They kept at it for a good five, ten minutes until she got the upper hand and Matt found himself pinned to the mat with a very tempting view of Celeste’s sweaty breasts.
“I win,” she smiled at him. But Matt was too lost in checking out her breasts to answer. She released him, she squeezed her breasts with her upper arms, making them move in sync with her mouth.
“We don’t talk,” she said with a sultry tone, “her mouth does…”
“Oh shit! I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… shit!”
“It’s ok, I understand. They’re good breasts.”
“Yeah…” Matt muttered, his eyes still on her chest.
“You know… all that staring… it’s only fair that you do something about it…”
“Celeste I…”
“Listen, it’s not like I planned this. My friend entered me into this contest. And to be honest, I always had a thing for your brother, not you.”
“What are you trying to tell me? That since you can’t have Jeff, I’ll have to do?”
“No… I mean that I thought I wanted Jeff… now that I met you, he just won’t do.”
“That’s a flattering thing to say Celeste but…”
“I didn’t get all of my prize for winning the contest Matt… Jeff didn’t fulfill his end of the bargain… make it up to me.”
“I have a girlfriend… if she found out…”
“It’s a deserted gym Matt… no one will know…”
“Celeste…”
“Call me C.”
“No… I have to go,” he said, moving jerkily to his feet, “I…”
Celeste followed him and pushed him into the ropes. Matt turned around to face her, a very uncertain look on his face.
“I can’t…”
“You can,” she whispered, “I’ll help…”
Her eyes deep into his, Celeste wrapped Matt’s unresponsive arms into the ring ropes, making sure he couldn’t move unless he really wanted to get away from her. She stepped away from him and raised the hem of her black tee-shirt, revealing a tight sports bra that held her breasts in check. Matt started to sweat heavily and his knees started to shake.
“I’m going to take off my bra now,” she whispered. “You ready for that?”
“No…”
“Well, I have to… rolling around with you… it’s made my breasts heavy with need and I have to relieve the pressure. And you’re going to help, all right?”
Matt watched as she reached around her back and undid the clasp of her bra. The straps sagged from her round shoulders down her arms but her breasts remained covered. She started walking toward him, the bra inching down with every step until she could almost touch him.
“This is where you get to help,” she whispered, shimmying close to him until her bra was at a level with his mouth, “help me take it off.”
Driven by uncommon lust, Matt’s teeth sunk into the cotton-lycra blend and he pulled it off her, stopping when he saw the splendor of her breasts, coral tipped nipples and generous curves. Seeing his listless reaction, Celeste moved back, completing the unveiling. The WWF wrestler leaned back into the ropes, the bra falling from his dry mouth.
“C…”
“Yes?”
“Come closer.”
“Why?”
“I wanna taste.”
Spurred on by want, Celeste moved until her breasts were barely out of Matt’s reach. He stuck his tongue out and made contact. Her knees almost gave out under her as Matt’s tongue flicked over her tight bud of her nipple. It didn’t last long but it was long enough for her to let out a little cry that made her willing captive smile.
“Was that good for you?” he asked with a crooked grin.
“Uh… yeah…”
“Then come closer… I wanna do it again…”
Celeste moved forward slowly and as soon as she was close enough, Matt buried his face between the mounds of her full breasts, licking her soft skin and inhaling her musky womanly smell. Arousal quickly clouded Matt’s mind and with Celeste’s shaky help, he got himself out of the ropes. The bounce from getting out of the ropes made him stumble forward and careen into Celeste’s arms, both of them falling on the mat.
“I like getting the pin,” he chuckled, pressing her shoulders into the mat.
“Funny how you make it okay for me to lose.”
“Is that what you would call this? You’re losing?” Matt asked, pressing his bulging crotch into her sweat pant covered one.
“Well, maybe not losing-losing.”
“That’s right.”
Matt looked down at the young woman lying under him and smiled, enjoying the sight of her purple-streaked black hair as it covered the mat under her head. He eased his body into her comfortable curves and let out a moan. There was a lot to be said for women with bodies you could sink into and Celeste had the lush curves he hadn’t known he craved until he felt them. He bent his head and buried his hand in her neck while her hands got extremely busy at removing his tank top. Laying sweet kisses all over their sweaty skins, they stripped until they were rolling around the mat without a stitch of clothing on.
“Are you a risk taker?” Matt asked Celeste, pulling her to her feet.
“I like to think so, why?”
“How do you feel about the Tarantula?”
“Tajiri’s move?”
“Yeah… well, call this my turn to play with the ropes.”
Giggling uncontrollably, Celeste followed Matt’s lead and found herself in a Tarantula-like position, using her hands to keep her head from banging against the apron, her legs tangled around the top two ropes while Matt’s shoulders kept her thighs wide open while he tasted her precious nectar.
Maybe it was the position, maybe it was Matt’s tongue, but within seconds, her stomach was clenching with an orgasm that made her arms go limp and weak. She wasn’t even aware of Matt pulling her trembling body from the ropes and back onto the mat. She smiled up at him blissfully and ran her fingers down his precisely shaven jaw.
“That was very nice Mr. Hardy.”
“Yes it was,” he agreed, leaning over to kiss her full lips, giving her a taste of herself.
“And what gave you that idea? To use the ropes like that?”
“Call it a stroke of genius.”
“Stroke of genius then,” she whispered, reaching down to stroke his pulsing length “Wanna see my stroke?”
“I think I’d love that.”
Drawing Matt’s tongue into her mouth, Celeste rolled over on top of him and straddled his hips, rubbing her mouth against his throbbing shaft.
“This the kind of stroke you had in mind?”
“It’s… a good start…”
“And a good finish would be what?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” he asked, cupping her hips.
“Yep.”
“I want to make l…”
“Hush,” she whispered as she knelt up on the mat, rubbing her mound against the hard length, covering it with her juices, “fuck me hard Hardy man…”
Rising to the challenge, Matt tilted his hips up and started moving in Celeste’s snug, warm channel, his fingers digging into the curves of her hips. She rode him wildly, straining over him, her hair cascading along her flushed cheeks, her skin covered with a sweaty sheen. He moved his hand from her hip up to her waist and then to her breasts, pulling on the hardened tips of her nipples, drawing them into his mouth, driving her wild with lust.
The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the empty room, along with their pants and groans. On the verge of exhaustion, they dug deep and Matt was the first one to let go, releasing himself deep inside of Celeste. It was that very release which warmed her from head to toe that took Celeste over the edge and she shuddered in ecstasy before letting her body sag on top of his.
“Sorry about yesterday,” Jeff told his brother the next morning at breakfast.
“Yeah, it’s ok.”
“She must have been pissed. Missing out on the coolest of the Hardy Boyz and all…”
“You know what Jeff,” Matt said with a knowing smile, “even if you ditched her, Celeste walked away as the winner, no doubt about it.”