Ali was thankful that James would be gone all day. He was with the rest of the team, participating in a Christmas charity event at UPMC Children’s hospital. The players went straight over from practice to the hospital, and likely wouldn’t be back until later in the afternoon. This gave Ali the chance she needed to use her day off work to grab James’ Christmas presents.

She knew she had been a bit of a slacker on buying things, but they were items she could easily pick up last minute. The first hunt of the day for presents began with a trip to the mall, which went successfully. Despite lucking out on finding the two key items she wanted, she would still need to do some time on her laptop for the last part of James' present. That was the important part.

Before Ali headed home, she stopped at a little organic place that she'd tried before and remembered really liking. Since she never frequented the mall where she went to get James' gifts, she zipped right over and treated herself.

As she was seated and waiting for her food, James sent her a text with a ridiculously cute picture of him and Geno wearing red Santa hats. Geno was waving when the pic was snapped, which led Ali to assume James told him it was being sent to her. She pressed and held the photo, saving it to her phone. Before exiting out, she hesitated a minute longer to look at the pic. James was wearing his jersey and a large smile, although there was the slightest look of awkwardness about him.

The Santa hat made Ali think about Christmas together. There was still the issue that he would be gone to Phoenix and might not make it back until later in the evening on Christmas eve. Granted, that was fine and all, but it made Ali nervous. She tried to tell herself that if their first Christmas wasn't picture-perfect, that didn't mean it was bad. In all reality, she would have to adjust to his schedule for every holiday, so she better get used to it.

The waitress brought out her salad and iced tea, which helped Ali to temporarily snap out of her thoughts. It didn't last long; once there's a crack in the dam, it's not long before it breaks. All of her worries about Christmas kept coming: What if weather delays him more? What if my gifts aren't good enough? What do you even BUY a professional hockey player who makes millions a year? Are my efforts going to seem silly?

"Uggghhh." She sighed, deciding maybe she should shelve the worries for now.

When lunch was finished and she crawled through Pittsburgh midday traffic to get back home, the first thing Ali did was go immediately upstairs and wrap the two presents. She hid them in one of the dresser drawers in their guest bedroom; a place she knew James would never look. Next, she fired up her laptop and got out her credit card. Which airline went to Russia anyways? Were there only certain ones? She clicked through a few ticket websites and found that her flight would have at least two, if not three, connections.

It's worth it.

The pricetag for a roundtrip ticket was about where she thought it would be, too.

Also worth it.

She selected the earliest flight times she could, set the dates, and punched in her credit card number. It was kind of funny to her...buying a ticket to Russia for three days wasn't nearly as frightening as it had been signing up for the marathon. There was something thrilling about the challenge and adventure of making it there. Once she was there, it would be the wildest three day trip she would probably ever take. If this didn't make for a great Christmas present, she didn't know what would.

With a single calm click, she hit enter.


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The next morning, neither James nor Ali had to wake up early. Neither wanted to make breakfast either, so they just hung in bed for a time together. Eventually, both of their stomachs were calling, so cereal it was.

James did the honor this time. He poured two bowls full of Lucky Charms and brought the carton of milk into the living room with him. Ali laughed as he handed hers over.

"Afraid you'll run out?" She pointed at the carton with her spoon.

James slumped onto the couch next to her and stole the remote control off her lap. "You know I like twice the milk."

They both spooned cereal into their mouths at the same time, which meant neither could hear over the crunching. James turned the tv up and wedged both the milk carton and the remote between his legs. His eyes shifted sideways and caught Ali staring at him.

"I know what you're going to say." He took another bite of cereal.

"Do tell, then."

"Thayoucam'tfigoout--"

"Chew first, James. I'm not going anywhere." She smiled, but James rolled his eyes.

"I was going to saaaay....you can't figure out why I have both between my legs."

"Correct!" Ali held up her spoon.

James took the hint, and clinked his against hers.

"You think I'm going to steal one of them, don't you?" She looked at him with a challenging stare. "Because if you say yes..."

"You can't beat me up" James replied, swallowing. "I have a very important game tonight."

"It's the Devils, babe."

"Ohh….but it's my knee, babe."

They both crunched on another spoonful of cereal. James poured additional milk into his bowl, then held the carton towards Ali.

"No, thanks." She smirked at him as he placed it back between his legs. "So when does the game start? Usual time?"

"Starts at 8 tonight."

"So what time do you think you'll be home?" Ali was trying to sound curious so he wouldn’t guess she was trying to plot something for when he got home.

"I don't know, probably 11 or so?" James answered. "You don't have to wait up if you're beat by then."

"Oh you know I'll likely still be up." She reached over and messed up his hair, tousling it even more so than it already was.

James waved her hand away, even though his favorite feeling in the world was her hands in his hair. "Watch out - you'll spill my cereal."

"Don't you mean your bowl of milk?" This time, her hand went to scratch as the short hair along his face. James attempted to swat at her again, which almost resulted in both of them spilling their cereal.

They left it at that. Each was still laughing as they went back to finishing their breakfast. Once done, they hung together on the couch as long as they could before James had to leave for the game.


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And the game went VERY well.

Though the Pens picked up the win, James could not wait to get home. Their match-ups against the Devils were always up in the air. They were one of those teams James thought he had nailed down, only to be surprised yet again by their plays. This time around, however...the Pens had scored the winning goal with just under two minutes left on the clock. He had the assist on that last goal, and he was feeling fucking fine. His knee was fine, his team was fine, his assist was damn fine.

And his girlfriend was fine.
Really, really, fucking fine.

When James came in the house, all the lights were off. He figured right away that Ali had fallen asleep, but as he went up the stairs, he saw the lights of their bedroom shining from underneath the door. Just in case she was sleeping, he opened the door softly, but what he saw made him drop his gym bag.

"Hi" Ali said. "Good game tonight."

She was sitting back on the bed in the tiniest little pink and black satiny thing he'd ever seen. Vaguely, he thought he remembered it, kind of...maybe....blood flow was becoming limited.

"Hey." James' voice sounded as stunned as he felt. "That's, uh......that's a hell of a thing to come home to...."

Ali had one leg crossed over her knee and was swinging it playfully. Her bright pink toenails matched the pink in her lingerie.

"I told you: we were going to celebrate your knee healing someday. I think tonight's as good a night as any, and I've waited long enough."

The way she was smiling at him, the way the fabric barely covered both her breasts, the way she was sitting gave him a view that her tiny piece of fabric literally was all she was wearing...his dick was having a real struggle with the wind pants he hand on.

"You are fucking phenomenal, you know that?" he said to her. He couldn't get his shirt and pants off fast enough.

Ali was grinning the entire time James was undressing. In fact, she felt downright giddy. She felt like her parents finally left the house and the two of them could finally meet. Two long weeks with no penetration other than his fingers and she was feeling it even more than him, despite how hard his dick was already.

James' grin almost matched hers as he crawled up onto the bed, immediately taking a spot on top of her. Ali felt the familiar weight of his body press against her, and the familiar size of his dick pressing against her bare leg. Every inch of his skin felt hot to the touch; if he melted her, she'd be more than okay with that.

"Slow, slow, sloooww down." She was giggling as she felt the tip of James' tongue running up the center of her neck.

James hung his head, smiling. "You're right. I'm not sure why I'm rushing--"

"--Oh trust me, I do." Ali ran a hand along his face. "I'm not going to have you for the next two nights, so I want this one to last as long as we can force it."

"Force it?" James laughed softly. "You make it hard to last, though...."

"We've got all night, babe. Let's use it all."

Ali pressed her soft lips against his, further proving James' point. She doesn't know what she does to me. She has no clue. Just her kiss made him hungry for more, and the way she was running her nails along his chest made him downright starving. He wanted control of this entire situation, but Ali had him from the minute he walked in.

She pressed her hands against him, and James obeyed; allowing her to roll him onto his back. From this position, Ali continued kissing and licking down his torso.

Please....please.....please....

"Ahh fuck, babe...Jesus...."

James watched as Ali smiled up at him with his cock in her mouth. She worked his length like she'd done so many times before, but she somehow made every time just a little different. He couldn't figure it out. He didn't want to.

From below, Ali heard James laugh and she let his dick pop out of her mouth. "Share."

"Share?!" James ran his hands over his face. "That feels so goddamn fucking good...I just...I just can't figure..." He couldn't even finish because her mouth was on him again. Ali took his entire length as far as she could into the divine warmth of her mouth and he could do nothing but close his eyes. He felt one of her hands stroking along with her mouth, while the other hand gripped onto the muscle of his upper thigh.

Ali heard James groan and she smiled again. She thought she'd give him a small break, so she tongued the head of his dick, which only made him squirm and groan again.

"Allison...."

Full name. I win.

"....For real though...."

She flicked her tongue across his head again, then swirled it around the rim. James let out another little laugh again.

"Babe!" Now Ali was laughing. "Why are you laughing?"

James lifted his head up, mouth hanging open. "You honestly don't even know how much--"

Ali took his entire shaft into her mouth, her nose almost pressing against the flat pane of his lower abdomen. James' head flew immediately back onto the pillow and his hands gripped the sheets.

"Fuck...." He exhaled heavily when Ali's mouth left him. "Do it again."

Ali did. James' eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

"One more time?" she asked innocently.

"You can do whatever you want. I can't even think."

So Ali did that as well. Using her hands and her mouth, she increased her pace until she heard James making the little moany-noises he made when he was getting close. His hips started to buck a little, further pushing himself into Ali's mouth, which she welcomed gladly. Instinctively, James' hand went to the top of Ali's head, taking a fist full of hair as she kept working him.

"You better....slow......slow down...."

Ali dug the nails of her free hand into his thigh, silencing him. She didn't give him any other choice but to finish in her mouth, and she cleaned every last drop of him before she finally removed her mouth.

"Holy shit." James had his fingers in his hair. "Like holy shit."

"Oh come on" Ali said playfully. "You've been sucked off before."

"And each time it is absolutely insane." James looked over at Ali as she lay next to him, her hand playing along the lines of his chest. “Incredible.”

She gave him the minutes he needed to get his breathing under control. When that happened, that awestruck look had left his face and was replaced with Normal-James, crooked smile and all.

"That was on purpose, I know it was" he said, tugging on the ends of Ali's loose hair.

"I told you we have all night" she replied with a smile. "Might as well get the quickest release out of the way."


* * *


We'll see who is the quickest to release.

James had Ali off the side of their bed, her hands pressed against the mattress for leverage. He was starting in Ali's favorite position, but would finish with his eventually. His grip on her hips was firm as he slowly slid himself inside her tightness. His thumbs found the two dimples she had on her lower back; another part of her he found absolutely sexy as hell.

Even in those first few slow pumps, he had her moaning. James knew he was a bit sizeable, and he also knew just how long it took for him to initially spread her to accept him. Since it had been a while since they last fucked, he went slow until he felt Ali's body adjust to him. Once she was there, James took her at the pace he wanted. My turn to do the controlling.

Sliding the palm of his hand up her spine to the back of her neck, James gripped her firmly but gently. He was rewarded with another moan, which he rewarded with a deeper thrust.

"Slow down, babe" he teased, leaning forward to reach her ear. "We have all night."

"Fucker." Ali tossed her hair over her shoulder as she looked at him. Her half-smirk turned to a loose open mouth as James increased his speed. Gradually her head turned forward again as she felt his thickness pushing into her at this new speed.

James kissed her now-bare shoulder where her hair had been, tasting the salt on her skin as a tiny layer of sweat formed over her. His hands naturally moved to her bouncing breasts, grasping them still, which got another moan from her.

Ali felt teeth biting at her shoulder and the slight amount of pain was like an electric shock and she had to have more of it. If she could read James' thoughts, she would know that he was marking her. She felt him biting at her neck now, and he let out a deep moan. Though she couldn't see, Ali felt James' chest lift away from her back while his hands returned to her hips. He was slowing his pace, which caused her to laugh.

"Look where your taunting has gotten you, Neal." She looked back at him again, biting her bottom lip as she felt every inch of his dick sliding in and out of her.

James grinned. "You just wait...." He gave Ali one hard, deep thrust, sending her forward on the bed in a gasping moan. If it was possible to get any harder than he already was, the sight of her just then definitely did it. The way her hair trailed down her back and her tight body moved as he fucked her...there was nothing better.

"Ahhh God James" she moaned.

He delivered another thrust that was hard enough to get another yelp out of her, and he stayed pressed inside her, balls deep.

"Tell me how good it feels."

She moaned, and James kept himself pressed inside her up to the hilt until she could answer.

"So fucking good." Ali's voice was weak and her eyes stayed closed as James kept pushing.

"That's all?" He smiled and slowly withdrew.

"No no no, put it back" Ali begged.

James thrust into her hard and deep again, watching her arms collapse as she fell flat on the bed. With one hand, he gently pulled her up by her shoulder and she moved with him back into position. He wasn't done with her like this yet, and it was his turn to control, after all.

His body fit into the dip of Ali's back as he lifted her up so that her ear was in line with his mouth. He wrapped a hand around her neck and proceeded to fuck her in almost a standing position.

"Tell me again how good it feels."

Ali couldn't even begin to form a single word, let alone a sentence. All over her body she felt a part of James. He was inside her, he was on top of her and behind her, he was holding her and licking her. She didn't know if an answer was possible.

James kissed her cheek. "Tell me” he commanded.

"You feel so fucking good inside me." Her answer came out as some sort of moan and whimper because James wouldn't let up. When Ali felt his hand reach around to her clit, she almost collapsed in his arms. His strength kept her standing, held tightly in his arms as he worked her from the front and the back.

James practically owned Ali at this point. He found out a week ago that if you pinned this girl and gave her no choice but to cum, she would...and hard. He put this knowledge to work again as he held her, fucking her pussy from behind but working her swollen button from the front with his hand. As he kept at it, he felt her tightening around his cock.

"You're amazing" he blurted out, losing his own concentration.

Ali could only moan.

“Such a good girl” James whispered, biting at her neck below her ear.

Every muscle in James' thighs flexed, the sharp lines of his tattooed bicep held Ali around her chest, and it was all working for her. She was dangerously close to the end and had no intentions of holding out. Two weeks was a long damn time to not fuck James.

With his hand, James turned Ali's face to the side so he could connect with her with their mouths. His finger worked twice as fast now, and his hips were going as hard as they could. He kept holding her face so their kiss never broke, even as Ali broke into a shattering orgasm. The sheer force at which her pussy contracted over his dick, combined with her shrill moans as she came, pushed James right off the cliff. He had to let her go, and the both of them fell onto the mattress together; Ali under him, arms sprawled out in front of her with James' arms on top.

"Holy FUCK" Ali cried, her voice slightly muffled by the sheets of the bed. She felt James' heavy breathing on her back, his dick still very much inside her as he spilled the last of himself.

James couldn't see anything. He didn't hear anything, he didn't smell anything, he didn't think anything....but he could feel, and what he felt was the softness of Ali's hair in his face, the sweat on her back beneath his chest, the release of her pussy around his dick as they both came down from their high together. He felt it all, and it felt amazing.

And that was only round two.

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