The sitter

The cab was full of tension, not awkward, but purely sexual. When we finally called a cab, Patrick let me in first, but got in immediately after, and we were only taking up a seat and a half, rather than two. I looked Patrick square in the face before he went in, attaching his lips to mine. The affair was short, interrupted by the cab driver.

"Who's place? Or should I drop you off at a chapel?" He followed the statement by a greasy laugh. Creep. Nonetheless, Patrick gave him the address of the building, and the driver took off.

"Did I tell you how fucking hot you look?" Patrick whispered in my ear. I let out a breathy laugh.

"I think you forgot to mention it." I replied, blushing.

"Well, you look fucking hot." The cab driver rolled his eyes, and shut the window separating us from him. I'm sure he wanted us out of his cab almost as much as Patrick and I wanted to get out of this cab. Almost, but not quite.

Patrick moved his lips across my jaw and down my neck, and I instinctively grabbed his leg. He groaned, and I flushed at his reaction.

"How far away are we?" I asked breathily. At this rate, tomorrow's headline would read "Patrick
Kane caught poking around in the crease!" or "This time, the driver's fine!"

Patrick just shrugged and pulled me into another kiss, grabbing my face with his hands, his blessed hands, and I returned the kiss with equal passion.

*****

If I thought the cab took forever, the elevator to our floor took even longer. I stood in the corner leaning against the walls, and Patrick towered over me. It was hard not to pull myself into his face and kiss him, but there was an elderly lady in the other corner (who was, I'm sure, appalled). So instead of dropping my panties for him here and now, I distracted myself by playing with his hair.

It wasn't short, but it wasn't overly long either. It was just at the length where his curls would peek through the bottom of a cap, or his helmet (which they did tonight). And honestly, seeing in his gear had turned me on, almost as much as him scoring. But not as much.

After what seemed like forever and then some, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. Patrick grabbed my hand, leading the way, even though I knew where his apartment was. After we arrived at his door, he turned and kissed me suddenly. And hard. He broke it only for a minute to open the door.

Once it was open, I found my back against a wall, and Patrick's knee in-between my legs, forcing them open. We hadn't even managed to turn on a light or say some bullshit about coffee. I moaned into the kiss, and Patrick's hands left my hips so I could drag his coat off of him. Stupid fucking clothes.

As soon as the coat was left half-hazardally on the floor, do doubt wrinkling (I felt sort of bad because it was probably 2,000 dollars, but when Patrick moved his hand down my thigh, I forgot), my hands went the the buttons of his shirt. As much as I wanted to rip it off, I also wanted to play with him and take my time. After all, there was no practice tomorrow, so we had all night.

After I got one button done successfully, I dragged my hands down his sculpted chest, then back up to the second button. Patrick's lips moved from my lips to my jaw, and I leaned my head back, allowing him access to my neck. No doubt I would have hickeys. I took longer on the second button, and after struggling for a minute on the third, I spoke up. Fuck waiting. I wanted him now.

"On a scale from one to ten, how much do you like this shirt?"

Patrick pulled back from my neck and looked at me, straight in the eyes as he ripped it off, buttons falling to the floor. "Maybe a six."

I laughed, and pulled him in for another earth stopping kiss.

*****

Patrick's POV

I was thinking, but not in words. Strictly pictures. Pictures of Mel on top, her hair down and moving with each thrust. Pictures of her back, me behind her, holding on to her hips. And for the first time, I pictured the morning. Usually, the girls left right after, and if a girl did end up staying the night, I would come up with some excuse, and then she would get the hint to leave. But I wanted to see Mel in my shirt making coffee, no, I wanted to make coffee for her after mind blowing morning sex.

And we'd have some after the coffee too.

I stopped thinking, and decided to start doing once I realized that Mel's hands were working at my belt buckle, and her lips were on my neck. As soon as the buckle was finished and she was at my pants button, I stopped her.

"I think it's almost unfair that I am almost naked and you are fully clothed."

She blushed and shot back, "I thought you said I looked hot."

"I did, and I meant it. But I think it'd look better on the floor."

And just like that, she grabbed my hand that was currently stationed at her waist, and dragged it to her mid back. At first I was confused, but when my fingers brushed past a zipper, I understood. I dragged the zipper down faster than I could shoot, which is pretty damn fast. I wasted no time pulling it down off her shoulders, revealing a grey lacy bra, no count matching panties. Suddenly, grey was my favorite color.

I knew we wouldn't make it to the bedroom, at least not this round, so the couch would have to do.
But when we got out to the couch, it wasn't big enough (well, it could work for a different time), and we ended up on the floor. I never was one for foreplay (More into fuck-and chuck), but tonight was different, and I had a feeling that I wouldn't want to go back.

*****

Mel's POV
To say that this is unexpected would be saying the least. Shocking would be a word to describe it. I knew that we were going to 'get together', for lack of a better term, but I didn't expect to find myself sitting on Patrick's face, biting my lip to hold in my moans even though we were the only people up and around. But here I was, holding on to the couch with one hand and the coffee table with the other, while Patrick's tongue went to work. One of his hands moved from my thighs to my clit, and I decided to fuck holding in my voice.

"Fuck, Patrick!" I shouted. I'm sure he smirked. Not far after that, I got to the point of not even being able to speak, or at least say anything understandable. The feeling in the pit of my stomach was growing, a warm spreading across my whole body, and maybe I was shaking, or it might have just been the building going down because of an earthquake. I wouldn't notice.

It came in waves. Small at first, and then it hit me like a category five hurricane, and all I could do was moan like a painted whore. I'm sure Patrick would have intense nail indents in his shoulders after this night, or this morning really.

Patrick, being the polite man he was, gave me about twenty seconds of recovery time before pulling me up on the couch. By now, his pants were unbuttoned but not fully down, exposing his blatant hard on through his boxers. I reached out to grab him, and he released a hiss of air. After that, he took no time getting his pants off.

This wasn't a time for romance, although i'm sure it would still be nice. Right now, this was different. It wasn't basic, but it wasn't complex either. It was in the most simple stage of lust and need. That's exactly what I felt when we kissed. Both us on the couch making out like we always did, but this time we were both naked, and we knew we weren't stopping or getting interrupted. I could feel him against my thigh, hot and hard. That's when I stopped wanting and started needing.

There was, of course, the quick awkward questions ("Are you sure?" "YES!" "Lemme grab a-" "I've been on the pill since grade eleven."). But that was quickly forgotten by Patrick lining up with my entrance. We were back on the floor, deciding to save the couch for later. Patrick was holding himself up with one arm, the other at my core, running his fingers through my already over sensitive folds. I knew that he knew I was wet, it was no secret. And I thin Patrick loved being the cause of it.

"Who made you this wet?" He asked innocently, still holding himself up. How strong do you have to be to do that?

My laugh changed to a sharp inhale when he suddenly stroked across my heat with his cock.

"You." I replied. It was the most I could get out. And then he went it.

A gasp, a "Oh, fuck.", a sharp exhale, and possibly the world stopping. From the reputation of Patrick Kane, he was good. To say he had possibly looked at you in a club would make other girls jealous. He preformed on the ice, and he could obviously preform other places. After what was either no time at all, or forever, he was all the way in. Hips against hips, skin against skin. And when it couldn't get better, he pulled back and did it again.

Each thrust was better than the previous. To say it was unpleasant would be to say that pigs could fly. I had one hand deep in his shoulder, the other on his low back, no doubt leaving marks for the boys in the locker room to see. Patrick's face was in my chest, up to my neck, and back to my best. Sucking and nibbling and biting, leaving a trail of what would be pretty purple bruises in the morning.

I was wither thinking nothing or thinking so many thought at a thousand miles an hour. How the carpet burned my back, how we were both shaking, how when we made eye contact Patrick cracked a smile and I grinned back. We were both breathing heavy, occasionally moaning or grunting in pleasure.

And then, the toe curling feeling started coming back. It started with a clench that made him say, "Mel," In a voice that pushed me closer. And where I went, Patrick soon followed. His thrusts didn't become more sloppy, but more pointed towards me. I clenched again and he brought down a hand to where our bodies met, and began rubbing again.

It was faster this time, now that he knew what to do. Because not soon after, I clenched again, but this time tighter. My nails went deeper, and my head rolled back as Patrick gave me my second orgasm of the night. I could feel him finish inside me, making me feel warmer and softer, and after a few moments, he pulled out with a pop and lied down next to me.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and non-erotic touching of arms and backs, he asked me,
"Where next?"

Notes

you guys this took so long i'm so sorry it was literally so hard to write for some reason idek I'm just ugh ya know?

And i might write some quickies about jon and patrick salary contracts, what do you guys think?