One Timers

“Raaaaach!” Tyler suddenly yells in my ear from behind me. He’s wasted.
“Tyyyyy!” I respond, wasted too.
“I fucking won the Cup! Again!” He smiles.
“I know!”
“Fuck Boston!” He starts laughing.

I can’t help but laugh along with him. He pulls me by the hand and turns me around so my body is facing him. The music seems to get louder and there seems to be more people on the dance floor every second.

I ignore them all, though. And focus solely on my boyfriend’s hips and hands pinning me against his body. His skin is warm from the combination of the alcohol and the close proximity to so many other bodies.

“So what do we do now?” I ask.
“We fucking celebrate!”
“Well obviously. But after the club?”

He thinks for a second.

“Last time I woke up the next morning with three chicks in my bed.”
I feel a pain in my stomach. I don’t want Tyler to be with three women.
“But this time I just want you in my bed tomorrow morning.”

Despite the hoards of people around us, I press up on my toes to shove my lips against his. He instantly removes one hand from my hips and threads it into my hair, holding me close to him. His tongue swipes my lower lip and I part my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in. He’s aggressive and possessive, thoroughly fucking his tongue in my mouth.

“I think it’s time we get out of here.” He says when we separate. His eyes are dark with desire and I can feel the bulge in his pants growing against my side. His hands grasp roughly at my ass, digging his fingers in like he wants to make a mark. Knowing Tyler, he probably does.

“I think so too.” I agree.

Our bodies don’t separate as we head up to the VIP section to grab our shit. Jordie Benn gives us a knowing look as we rush through the club, and I only wink at him causing him to laugh out loud.

Tyler hails a cab when we get outside and we both stumble into it, unable to keep our hands off each other’s bodies. It feels like forever until we pull up to his condo complex. Tyler hands a couple bills up front, probably way too much considering it was only a ten minute drive. But Ty waves him off when he tries to hand some back, mumbling something about “celebrating the fucking Stanley Cup!”

Once we get into the elevator, I pull my heels off and Tyler starts unbuttoning his shirt. Considering there’s cameras pointed at us, it probably isn’t the best idea. But let’s be honest here- we don’t fucking care.

By the time we reach Tyler’s floor, my hair is down and my dress is unzipped as well. Tyler’s shirt and shoes are in his hands. He pushes me up against the wall next to his door, covering my body with his. One thigh slips between my legs, grinding slowly against my overheated core. I whimper and he bites into my lip.

“Ty.” I breathe. “Tyler, come on. Inside.”

He growls, but pulls away long enough to fumble for his keys and open the door. As soon as we’re through the threshold I drop my dress to the floor, revealing my green and gold lingerie.

Tyler growls again and his mouth ends up pressed hard against the swell of my breasts, his fingers pulling at the fabric of my strapless bra. Between the alcohol and the overwhelming desire, it takes him a minute to get the clasps undone. But that gives me time to fumble with his pants, finally getting his legs free of them.

Tyler stands suddenly and drags me into the living room, pushing my back against the wall next to the television. I can feel him, stiff against my stomach. His fingers and tongue work on my exposed nipples and I drag his briefs over his thighs and drop them to the floor.

He gasps against my skin when I grab his cock, pumping him with my hand. My core squeezes uncontrollably with the thought of his length sliding into me. I need it. I need him.

“Rachael.” He groans. “Fuck, I need you right now.”

He pulls away from my body and shoves my thong down to the ground. His large hand warps around my wrist and he pulls me to the couch, bending me over the arm rest. His fingers dance roughly across my ass, spreading it and teasing my slit from behind.

I feel him line himself up and in one swift motion he fucks himself into me. I cry at the feeling, in a good way. He groans and I can feel him grow larger inside me. His thickness fills me.

He begins to thrust his hips into mine, pulling his cock almost all the way out before ramming it back into me.

“Oh, fuck.” I moan. “Fuck, Tyler. Fuck.”
“Yeah, baby girl. Tell me how good it feels when I fuck you.”
“Fuck you feel so good.”
“Feels good to be fucked by a Stanley Cup champion, eh?”
“God, yes. Yes, Tyler. Yes!”

He pulls out unexpectedly and flips me over, throwing my body onto the couch. He forcefully spreads my legs and settles between them.

His cock teases at my entrance and I moan. A sly smirk plays across his lips.

“You want my cock, baby?” He asks. “Because I want to be buried inside your beautiful little pussy.”
I moan my response.

He presses ever so gently into me, teasing me with just his head.

“Tell me, Rachael. Tell me how badly you want me.”
“Tyler.” I gasp. “Oh, Tyler. I want you so bad. Fuck me, Tyler. Fuck my pussy with your giant cock.”

He growls, a low primal sound straight from his throat. It’s like he can’t control his body. His hips ram into mine, his dick ripping me apart. He fucks into me hard and dirty. Our collective moans fill the room.

“God damn, baby girl. Your pussy is so good to me.”
“Ty I’m so close.” I warn him.
“Me too, baby girl.”

His thrusts get deeper and sloppier, his body wanting release as bad as mine does.

“Come for me, Rachael.” He demands.

My body can’t hold back any longer and I scream out my orgasm, my body clenching down on Tyler’s cock. His hips stutter and his breathing catches. Suddenly I feel warmth filling me and Tyler is moaning my name.

Breathing heavily, he collapses on top of me. A think layer of sweat is building between us. I’m pretty sure I black out for a second, because the next time I’m fully aware of what’s going on, Tyler is lifting himself off and out of my body.

I can’t move, but when he comes back he helps me sit up and hands me a glass of water. I drain it and he chuckles.

“Want to move to the bedroom?” He asks.
“Sure.”

He helps me stand, but my legs feel like jell-o so he picks me up in his arms.

“I think you broke my body.” I moan.
“I lost control.” He admits. “I couldn’t hold back. I’m sorry.”

“Why would you be sorry? That was the greatest sex I’ve ever had!”
He smiles and laughs.
“So you wouldn’t be opposed to going again?”

Now it’s my turn to laugh.

“I don’t know if my legs can handle you pounding into me again. But once my body has recovered maybe I can give you something else.”

I add a wink and lick my bottom lip, making my intentions very clear. It earns a groan and a signature Seguin smirk.

“You deserve a good night, baby. You’re a Stanley Cup champion again.”

Notes

Wow what a day.

Hextall is trying to kill us Flyers fans. If any of my readers are Lumbus fans, please take good care of Hartsy for us. He's a massive pest to the opposing team on the ice, but he's really one of the sweetest guys you'll ever meet. A total gem. Support the HartnellDown Foundation as much as you can. But overall just love him the way he deserves.

RIP Ginger Genocide Line </3

Anyways, I'm sorry for not updating in a couple days. I got busy with my Sean Couturier story on Mibba. I'm pretty sure everyone over there hates me for what I did in that story. But it's all working out anyway.

(I'm not usually one for pimping my own stories, but if you haven't already- go check it out!)

I work tomorrow and Wednesday night, so I probably won't get another update out for a couple days. Hopefully this holds you guys over.

Enjoy!