Fair Trade
"You look mighty pleased with yourself."
"I am." The girl threw the disgruntled figure standing in the locker room doorway a sly grin, her lips a mocking curve of delight as he stepped inside, the door slamming shut behind him. Darkness engulfed the room save the single stream of light filtering from the near by showers, shillouting her usually soft features in the glimmering shadows. He stepped nearer her, purpose in each furious movement, but she did not seem at all fazed. Her grin did not waver, not even for a moment, and the sparkle of her eyes in the dim light seemed to only intensify as he grew nearer. "Something the matter?" she cooed in a voice that was little more than a seductive breath, the melody of her joy strongly wrapped in it.
Now by her side, he reached out a hand, snapping it around the slightly muscular tone of her upper arm and yanking her to her feet. She giggled and, infuriated, he shook her until the sound died away. "I will never forgive you for this."
"Do I look worried?" Her grin still did not fade as she went on, "I've never cared what you felt for me, not at all."
He nodded, the movement dying away, a smile nearly touching his face as it occurred to him. "That's right. It's always been my brother who concerned you."
Finally the girl's smile wavered, "Your brother is not your concern."
"No..." Bitterness rang clearly in his voice. "Not after tonight. Not after you."
"I'm giving you what you wanted."
He nearly laughed, the sound dismal despite the attempts he was making to keep cool, to stand on the level with her and fight, so desperate was he to make the passing days of the endless torture her very presence could inflict upon him come to a screaming halt. "I never wanted this," he told her, careful to keep his voice as controlled as he could, determined to prevent her watching him fall apart.
"Of course not. You wanted to have your cake and eat it too." The girl stepped forward, her slender finger pressing gently against his as she looked up into his eyes as best she could in the dim light. "You wanted me, but you wanted to keep him too." Balancing up onto her tip toes, she leant her lips lightly against his as she spoke, "It can't work both ways."
Tightening his grip on her arm, his free hand snapping around her other arm and pulling her even tighter against him he snarled, "It only works both ways for you."
Grimacing slightly, she cooed, "You learn fast."
"I won't let you do this..."
"It's too late," she smiled, "I have what I wanted. The two of you are separated. You're finished. He's free of you now." The intensity of her words could be heard clearly in the love that seeped into her usually calculating voice, the lull of her darkness melting slightly under her emotion as she whispered, "He's free to be with me. To be loved like he should be."
Disarmed by the brief flash of sincerity he could see in her, his grip on her slackened, "You love him so much you would rob him of me?"
"I love him so much I will eliminate anyone the way I eliminated you tonight." The sweetness of her voice slowly dissipated again under her darkness, "I wish I could say I was sorry. But I'm not." She stepped back slightly, yanking herself free of him only long enough to snatch hold of the black singlet he wore, "We had a deal." She averted her eyes, "I'll see through my end now that you have done as you promised."
Sensing an unwillingness in her, the temptation to free her of her end of the bargain was almost there.
But he had waited far too long for this moment.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
A tiny glimmer of hesitation filled her, he could feel it in the subtle shake of the hands that gripped his singlet, see it in the way she kept her eyes downcast. But she had gotten what she wanted, ultimately she had probably won. He would have to be content with the compensation she could provide.
"Now, Kalli."
She looked up, a dark smirk playing onto her face. "You asked for it, Hardy." Tearing his singlet up, she yanked it unceremoniously over his head, tossing it aside. He waited for her to move onto his pants but instead her hands planted roughly into his chest. The move unexpected, the force of the quick shove sent him sprawling onto his back. All the times they had trained together you think he would know by now she was incredibly strong for a girl of her stature. He chuckled darkly.
But the chuckle died as she straddled his waist, the girl leaning down, pressing her lips to his. She moved slowly, her body circling seductively over his crotch as she kissed him, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, his own meeting hers with unbridled enthusiasm. He had waited such a long time...
Her lips moved from his, nipping lightly, then a little more violently, down his throat before her tongue found its way across his naked chest, caressing each nipple in turn, his slightly tanned skin soft beneath her attentions. Her nails scrapped across his flesh, down over his finely chiselled stomach until she toyed lazily with his belt buckle, her hips still moving round and round above him. His cock stirred, and it was not long before she could feel the outline of his shaft hardening inside the confines of his pants.
Shuffling backwards, the girl unhooked his belt, undoing his pants with hands that still shook slightly despite the cool, calm demeanour she was displaying. She tucked her hands beneath his waist, her fingertips digging sharply into his ass, prompting him to lift himself so she could slide his pants and boxers easily from his waist, not bothering to even attempt to move them when eventually they tangled around his ankles. She cast a look up into his face, her satisfaction in her smile when she saw the anticipation on his face now that his cock was released of his confines, his shaft staring up at her hungrily, begging for the kind of attention he had been longing for from the first time he and Kalli McMahon had met.
Knowing how badly he wanted it only made her hesitate more, her smile deepening when he groaned slightly, "Kalli, come on."
"You want something?"
He growled, "You know I do."
"Then ask."
Another growl omitted from his slightly pouty lips, "I'm not going to play games with you."
She giggled, "Then I can go home..." She started to rise to her feet and he sat up, snatching a handful of her soft, strawberry locks. She gasped softly at the rough pull of his fingers in her hair, but her smile deepened. "I think you're playing with me now..." She bat her eyelids softly, her lips a sweet pout, her composure all mock innocence, "What do you want from me, Hardy? This moment is yours, remember? I promise."
"Then do it." He breathed, his temper flaring, "Now."
She whispered softly in reply, "Make me. Please."
Yanking her down by her hair, the Hardy Boy guide her head to his crotch, and when he felt her lips press against the tip of his aching shaft, he could not hide the smile that took hold of him. He lay back, keeping a firm hold on her hair, waiting. The moment he felt her lips part and her mouth sweetly embrace the tip of him, he yanked down on her hair again, impaling himself in her mouth. Though he felt her gag initially, the girl completely unprepared for the sudden depth with which he filled her, a moment or two was all that needed to pass before a soft sigh of approval could be heard from her, her fingers creeping down between his thighs to toy gently with his balls.
Up and down she moved as he closed his eyes, sweet moans beginning to creep into the air around them as he began to lose himself in her. She moved with inexplicable determination, suckling at him with complete conviction, evidently set on pleasing him as he had always wished she would. On and on she went, and when his moans deepened, when the throbbing of his shaft began to take hold of him, she pulled away, not caring that he yanked small stands of hair from her as she moved.
"What are you doing?" He barely breathed.
"Not like that..." She climbed over him, her lips meeting his, the salty taste of his pre-cum in her mouth. When her tongue slid against his, he could taste himself, surprised by how aroused it made him to know it was he that hung on her lips. "Inside me," she whispered, her hand around his shaft, barely pumping back and forth as she struggled with her free hand to lift her skirt. When it was up, she locked a hand in her panties, trying to remove them without letting go of him. When it became apparent she could not do so, she almost giggled. "Looks like someone has to wait a minute," she said as she stood, gliding her panties off and kicking them away. She was about to step forward again when his hand locked around her ankle, tearing it forward and pulling her feet out from under her. She landed with a horrible thud on the thinly carpeted floor, gasping as the wind was near knocked out of her. "Hey..."
He was upon her, lifting her legs, parting them as he knelt before her and hooking them over her shoulders. "I don't like to be kept waiting," was all he said.
And in return she barely smiled, "Well?"
Leaning forward, he teased her now exposed clit with the head of his cock, pleased by the warm damp that greeted him. It was good to know that despite her reluctance to do as she had promised, her desire to be his brothers and his brothers alone, he still made her wet. He still made her want him, despite what she believed she wanted in herself. The girl bit down on her lip to keep a moan escaping her and he chuckled, "Let it out, Kalli. You know you want to."
But instead she merely snarled, "Just fuck me already and get it over with."
He froze.
"Just fuck me already and get it over with."
How many times had he wanted to say that to her? God, he had lost count. It had been years now, years, and she had known every day of their time together that he wanted her, lusted after her. Yet all the while she gushed over his brother, cooed and fussed and loved wholeheartedly. All the while he fucked his brother right under her nose and it drove her mad. What she wanted, she was not sure she could ever have, and so she had finally given way to the dark desires in her heart. She had finally used the one power she had always known she had over him to forever tear him from his brother.
"End it with him. End it all. Every last little thing." Her voice still rung in his ears, "And after all these years, I swear to God I will fuck you, Hardy. Just once. No more, no less. And when you're done, you never come near us again."
She was so certain she could have him. So very sure.
He didn't share her certainty.
She loved him and one day he would come to see that. But if that ever meant anything to him, he could never know. What he did know, right now above all else, was that years of seeing her bend over in front of him when no-one else was looking with her lacy little panties peeping out beneath her skirt, years of her accidentally coming out of the shower naked in front of him, years of her fucking other men in hotel rooms next door to him so loudly she knew he could hear...
They all ended here.
"Just fuck me already and get it over with."
He wasn't going to let it be that simple.
Moving back from her, he let her legs rest against the floor, creeping up between them enough to lean down and kiss her. "You want it to be that simple, don't you, Kalli?" He chuckled, "But I'm not going to let it be." He kissed her again, "I want you to want me."
Tilting her head to one side, away from the sweet kisses he was laying on her lips, she told him flatly, "That's never going to happen."
He pressed a hand against her dampened clit and again she bit down on her lip, "It already is." He finger circled her clit softly, slowly, and though she fought to keep her face neutral, it was not long before the first hints of pleasure began to show. Her eyes slipped closed and her chest heaved silently. Smiling, he backed away again a little, allowing himself room to move. Allowing himself room to gently kiss his way up her thighs. He was nearly there when her hands grabbed hold of his hair, lifting his face to look up into hers.
"Please," she whispered. "Don't."
He feigned a look of complete compassion as long as he could.
And then the dark smile took hold. He lowered his head again, flicking his tongue out across her clit, and though she gasped, the moan that waited in the back of her throat for release was silenced by her teeth sinking sharply into her lower lip. He kept a careful eye on her from where he moved, his tongue tracing slow circles of delectable pleasure across the dampened nub, her teeth sinking deeper and deeper into her lip until he was sure he could see the first hints of blood trickling softly onto her chin.
Running a finger along her clit, he pulled back a moment before leaning forward again, placing a soft kiss upon it... Before sinking his teeth with just the right amount of force into the moist flesh of it. A cry escaped her, her head being thrown back against the carpet, and before the girl could stop herself, her thighs were clenching around his head. He continued to lap at her, pausing here and there to nibble on her clit, the more he did so, the more moans that escaped her as slowly she lost herself to him.
He continued on until her breathing quickened, his name hanging in the air as she whispered it over and over. He crept forward, again lifting her legs to drape them over his shoulders before plummeting his cock deep within her. She cried out again as he pressed into her, his weight against her legs so he could balance precariously, then Hardy Boy thrusting into her over and over again without any regard for her well being. The harder he slammed into her, the more she bucked wildly up to meet him until eventually he could barely hold out any longer. He pressed his fingertips softly into her clit, teasing it as he met her with just a few thrusts more before he released inside her, only more pleasured by the sweet sounds of her orgasm as it followed just moments later. He collapsed down on top of her, pinning her there.
She panted beneath him, barely able to breath, her eyes clenched closed in a mixture of physical pleasure and emotional pain. When he moved to kiss her again, she turned her head, shoving him off her with what little strength she had remaining.
He snarled silently, watching her as she crawled away, retrieving her panties to pull them back on before standing and straightening herself.
"Was it worth it?" Came his now weary voice.
She turned back to him, glaring darkly at him where he lay, "You tell me."
He was silent for a long time before eventually he spoke, his words were softly spoken, his half-hearted belief in them apparent, "I think it was."
She sighed, "Then you never could love him like he should be loved." She snarled coolly, "All the cheap fucks in the world would not be worth losing him. One day you're going to see that." She moved to the door, "And when you do..." The slightest hint of sincerity came to her words, "I will pity you, Matt. Will all my heart, I will pity you."
The girl stepped outside, slamming the door behind her.
And all Matt Hardy could do was pray she would never be right.
~ The End ~