One Timers

Molly always knew she wanted to work for an NHL organization. Between her degree in Sports Marketing and her obsession with Twitter, she became and over-night sensation within the social media world. She had MLB, NBA and NFL teams from all over the country offering her jobs before she even graduated. But only one NHL team seemed interested. And of course it was in Pittsburgh.

Most hockey fans would be thrilled to run the Twitter account for one of the league’s best teams. But not Molly. No, Molly hates the Penguins. It comes with being raised in South Philly. She bleeds orange and black. Not gold and black. But she honestly can’t see herself working with any other sport, so she had to take the God-awful job with the team she hates the most, with world’s most pretentious captain she’s ever met.

Not that she’s met a lot of captains. But seriously, Sidney Crosby is by far the most pretentious douche bag Molly has ever come across in her life. He’s so arrogant and full of himself. He honestly believes he’s God’s gift to mankind. The next Great One. Like he could ever hold a candle to Gretzky. It makes Molly laugh just thinking about it. I mean hell, Giroux is just as good. And certainly has a less inflated ego.

Just the other day, Molly had to sit in on an interview with ESPN as they interviewed him about his Sochi gold medal. You know, he only scored one goal the entire tournament. One. Jeff Carter scored three in a single game. He totally got lucky in Vancouver and scored the gold medal winning goal, and suddenly he’s Canada’s golden boy. Screw that. Yet he went on and on during the interview about how great he was, and how he worked so hard and was a fantastic captain for Team Canada. Molly could only roll her eyes every time he opened his stupid fish mouth.

Oh, and afterwards he had the audacity to corner her and gloat about how he won a gold medal, and how her precious Giroux sat at home. Yeah, he had to rub it in. She’s still convinced he threw a bitch fit and made sure Giroux didn’t make the team. I mean, why else would they pick St. Louis over him?

It’s definitely safe to say Molly is running out of patience for Pittsburgh’s golden boy. But, as part of her job, she has to deal with him. And she has to do it professionally.

Today, the organization decided it would be a good idea to do #AskCap on twitter, and have Sidney answer questions from the fans. Which means Molly has the honor of being graced with Captain Crosby’s presence for an entire hour. Alone.

As usual, he shows up five minutes early, which is the one good thing she’s found about him. That and his glorious ass, which looks even bigger squeezed into his jeans. The extra time gives her the opportunity to take his picture with the laptop, and remind the fans to send in their questions.

“@Penguins: The Captain is in the building! He’s ready to answer your questions for the next hour. Don’t forget to use #AskCap”

“You know, you could have taken a more flattering picture of me.” He says.
Molly glares at him.
“It’s not going to make a difference. Your little fan girls are still going to throw their panties at you.” She snaps.
“Oooh, do I sense a little jealousy, Philly girl?” He laughs.
“No.” She glares at him. “You sense my patience wearing thin.”

Her honest answer shocks him. Normally, people who work for the organization are afraid to talk to him so candidly. Especially people who don’t have high-up jobs. Everyone knows Sid can pretty much do whatever he wants. One complaint to management and Molly can easily be out of a job. But to be honest, her feisty personality intrigues Sid. He can’t help but wonder why a girl from South Philly, with hatred for his organization in her blood, would take a social media job here. He’s thought about asking her many times, but usually chooses to just annoy her instead with comments about Giroux and the rest of her team.

“Now here are the rules, which I’m pretty sure you already know. I have to read them, so just listen. Don’t divulge any personal information. Don’t say anything that would go against the organization’s policies. Keep your comments professional and respectful of other organizations and players. As captain, you have a 45 tweet minimum, but more would be better. And if there’s anything you aren’t sure about, you can ask me to read it before you send it. Got it?”

“Aww, you mean I can’t go bashing on your ginger lover?” He laughs.
“Keep it professional, Crosby.” She growls.
“Molly, darling. You can call me Sid.” He chuckles.
“Your hour starts now.” She responds.

He turns his attention to the computer screen in front of him, and she decides to respond to her brother’s text from last night.

Molly: You’ll never guess who I’m hanging out with today.
Chris: Who?
Molly: I’ll give you one guess. He’s the biggest ass I’ve ever met.
Chris: Ew.
Chris: He IS the biggest ass, or HAS the biggest ass?

Molly laughs out loud, getting Sidney’s attention. She blushes and turns away from him so he can’t see her face.

Molly: Both. Kill me now.
Chris: You know, he might not be that bad. Everyone thinks Hartnell is an ass and when I met him, he was pretty cool.
Molly: Are you seriously defending Captain Cranky right now? Trust me, I know him. He’s an ass.
Chris: I’m not defending him. I’m just saying everyone outside of Philly seems to love him. Maybe he’s not completely awful.
Molly: Who are you? I can’t even respond to this right now. Text me when you’ve found my brother.

“You know, it’s not nice to keep secrets from your friends.” Sidney says, clicking away at the keyboard.
“Good thing I’m not keeping any secrets from my friends.” She responds, coldly.
“Laughing about a text from your boyfriend and not sharing it is keeping secrets.”
Molly stares at him in disbelief.
“First of all, I’m talking to my brother. And secondly, we’re not friends. So not sharing my conversation with you isn’t keeping anything from a friend.”
“Whatever you say, Philly.”

Molly rolls her eyes and pulls up the Twitter account on her phone. She quickly checks all of Sidney’s answers, making sure he hasn’t said anything stupid. She knows she doesn’t have to worry about him as much as she does some of the other guys, since he’s been trained to say the right thing for so long. His chuckle brings her back to reality, and she eyes him suspiciously.

“@FlyersNation” He reads out loud. “Do you know that diving is actually a summer sport?” He laughs.

“Well, do you?” She asks, sarcastically.
“I’m going to respond to them.”
“NO!” She yells, crossing the room quickly. “That’s exactly the kind of question you’re not supposed to answer.”
“Aw, come on. All I’d say is that a Rio gold medal would look beautiful next to my Sochi and Vancouver gold medals.”
“Don’t even joke about that, Crosby. I could get fired for letting you say something like that. Especially to a Philly account.”
His eyebrows twitch in interest.

“Okay. But only if you answer a question of mine.” He agrees.
“Fine.”
“Why Pittsburgh?” She sighs. “I mean, you’re a Flyers fan. Why come here and work for the enemy? Are you spying on us? Trying to make us look bad?”

“This was the only NHL organization that offered me a job. Now answer more questions. But not ones from Flyers accounts.”

He turns his attention back to the computer and she lets out a sigh of relief.

“So the Penguins were the only job offer you got?”
She growls her displeasure of hearing his voice.
“No. I got plenty of offers from other sports teams too. Just no other NHL teams.”
“You a puck bunny?” He asks.
Her head whirls around and there’s fire in her eyes.
“No, I’m not a puck bunny!” She hisses. “I love hockey. It’s what I grew up with, and the only sport I ever saw myself working with. I have no interest in sleeping with any hockey players. Except maybe Giroux.” She throws the last comment in with a sly smirk, and she can tell it hit him exactly where she wanted it to.

“You would fuck Giroux and not me?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well you just have bad taste, baby girl.”
“That’s a matter of opinion.”

The two fall into an uncomfortable silence for the rest of his time, one they’ve gotten used to around each other.

“You’re time is up. Thank the fans for asking questions and you’re done.” She says when the hour has passed.

His tweet is up quickly, and she takes the computer from him, plugging it in on the desk. She turns around, hoping to find an empty room but is disappointed.

“Can I help you?” She asks.
“Yeah, one last question.” He says. “Do the other guys get so many offers for sex when they do this?” He gives her his cocky smile and she rolls her eyes.
“No, but they aren’t nearly as sexy as you, Captain.” She sneers, sarcastically.

His body is pressed against hers immediately, radiating heat.
“You think I’m sexy?” He asks, his hands running down the soft fabric of her skirt.
“I was being sarcastic.” She responds, trying to ignore the jolt of electricity running through her veins.
“I think you were being serious.” He growls. His eyes are dark and she can feel her body betraying her, lusting for more of his touch.
“You think you’re so special, just because that’s what everyone tells you. You’re not as good as you think you are. Not on the ice, and I’d bet not off it either.”
“I could have you screaming my name in minutes.”

She pauses, looking into his eyes.
“Prove it.” She challenges.

Those two words set Sidney off. He thrusts his hand up her skirt, wrapping his fingers around her panties and pulling them down to her knees. Two fingers slip between her folds and he smiles.

“You say I’m not sexy, yet you’re so wet for me baby.” He teases, thrusting them upwards.

Her face remains stone cold, and it frustrates him to no end. Most women are already screaming his praises by now.

“Is this all you’ve got? I bet Giroux could do this better.” She states.
“Why the fuck do you have to bring up Giroux?” He growls.
“You claim you’re better than him. I don’t see what’s special about you.”
“Oh, you’re going to.” He promises, removing his fingers.

His hands make quick work of his belt and zipper, and he quickly pulls out his cock, showing her his full erection.

“See what you do to me?” He asks. “Every fucking time I’m around you.”
Molly doesn’t want to admit it even to herself, but Sidney Crosby has been the reason for plenty of her panties being ruined in the past.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” She asks, holding herself back from staring at his impressive size.

His eyes narrow and he grabs her wrist, turning her around and forcing her against the table. He pushes her skirt up to reveal her smooth ass and gives it a light smack. He’s pretty sure he hears a moan fall from her lips, but she muffles it quickly. It only turns him on more.

“Oh, you like that do you?” He teases, rubbing where he smacked with his hand.
“Are you going to tease me or are you going to prove why you’re supposedly the best?” She asks.
He guides himself to her entrance and thrusts deeply, not waiting for her to get used to his massive size. If she wants to be impressed, he’ll impress her.

She lets out a long moan at the feeling of their bodies joining. Or maybe it’s him moaning. Neither of them can tell.

“Fuck.” He mutters.
“Yes.” She responds.

He begins rocking himself in and out, picking up speed.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight.” He admits, panting.
“Too tight for the great Crosby to handle?” She chides.
“Oh, I’m handling it alright.”
“I thought you would have me screaming your name in minutes.” She pushes back on him, forcing him to bottom out. They both see stars and he halts their movements.

“Baby girl, I’m just getting started with you.”

He pulls out and spins her around, lifting her in the air. He presses her against the wall and slides her down onto his cock, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being reacquainted with her wet heat. Holding onto her ass for traction he begins, for lack of better terms, absolutely fucking her.

Molly tries so hard to hold her sounds of pleasure back, but when Sidney moans out slightly, she loses it.

“Fuck, Sid.” She breathes, almost too quiet to hear.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asks, smiling.
“Claude Giroux.” She responds with a devious smile.
His nose twitches and his eyes narrow.
“Don’t ever fucking say that name when my cock is buried inside you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Yes.” He growls, thrusting into her harder than ever. She squeals out and leans down to bite his shoulder, muffling the sound.
“What, can’t handle my gigantic cock fucking you?” He asks.
“More like trying not to let everyone know what’s going on in here.” She glares.
“Why not? Don’t want them to know the Flyers fan is enjoying being fucked by the Penguins captain?”
“I’m trying not to get fired, you dick.”

Molly has had enough of his voice, so she attaches her lips to his, shoving her tongue down his throat. It gets exactly what she wants out of him, turning him on and making his hips work even faster. Her brain goes into a fog and she can no longer hold back her moans of pleasure, pushing Sid close to the edge.

“Say my fucking name you fucking stubborn girl.” He demands, his thrusts getting sloppy.
“Make me.” She pants.
He reaches his hand down to rub her clit, officially sending her over the edge.

“Fuck, Sidney.” She moans as she bursts around him, pushing him over the breaking point.

He spills into her in three hot releases, moaning her name.

They both pant their way down from their highs. She realizes the only thing holding her suspended against the wall is his slumped body. Before she realizes what she’s doing, she runs her fingers through his matted hair, pushing it back from his face. His lips find the crook of her neck and he lays a sweet kiss to her skin.

He slowly slides out of her and lowers her legs to the floor. She winces as she puts them down and he notices.

“Yeah, you’re going to be sore for a couple days. I just have that affect on women.” He laughs. She cracks a small smile and Sidney is sure it’s the first time he’s ever seen it. Her smile is gorgeous, and takes his breath away.

“I have to admit, Crosby...” She starts, fixing her clothing. “That was.....”
“Incredible? Mind blowing? The best sex you’ve ever had?” He offers with his signature cocky smile.
“D. All of the above.” She blushes.

He stares at her for a second, smiling.

Notes

This was way too much fun to write. Thanks for the awesome request!

Hope you all like it.