February, 2013

Monica slides up to the bar next to two massive guys, tapping the one closer to her on the shoulder. They seem to have the bartender’s attention, a rare feat on a crowded Saturday night at Diesel’s.

“Hey, since you have his attention would you mind ordering for me?” She asks, craning her neck to talk to the guy who is at least a foot taller than her.
“Um...” The guy answers.
“I want a Jack and Coke and a Bud Light.” She says, passing him her cash.

The guy turns back to the bar, flagging down the bartender and leaning over the wooden barrier to order her drinks for her.

“Thanks, man.” She says.
“You are welcome.” He responds.
“Woah, that’s a sexy accent.” She giggles. “Where are you from?”
“Russia.” He responds.
“Oh! Very nice. My cousin went to Russia once. She loved it there.” Monica smiles up at the guy. He runs his hand through his short brown hair, smiling.
“Russia best.” He smirks.
“If you say so, sweetheart.” She laughs. “So tell me, how do two guys like you and your mute buddy over there so easily get the attention of the bartender at the hottest club in Pittsburgh on a crowded night like tonight?”

Both tall, dark and Russian (she’s dubbed him McSteamy) and his friend (also tall, dark and handsome, yet not nearly as tall or handsome- she’s dubbed him McDreamy) give her a look, like they don’t understand her question. McDreamy actually looks somewhat terrified of her. His hands are in his pockets, his eyes wide and constantly searching around them. He seems as though he has no idea how to relax and have fun. He was probably dragged here against his will. Maybe he’s being tortured for something? It certainly looks like it, by the way he’s shying away from any interaction with the people around him and flashing a pained look every time someone comes too close for comfort. McSteamy, on the other hand, looks completely amused by her question- if not a little confused as well. He is a lot more relaxed, though still glancing around them occasionally. His eyes crinkle as he smirks at her. The DJ starts to play a new song. It’s a lot louder than the last one, with a much stronger bass.

“You really do not know?” He asks, crowding into her space so she can hear him better.
“Should I?” She responds to his question with a question of her own.
“We are Penguins.” He says, like that is somehow magically going to explain to her why the bartender paid attention to him.
“You mean like the bird?” She asks, laughing. Either this guy is absolutely crazy or he’s got a strange sense of humor. She’s hoping for the second option.
“Nyet.” He laughs, and she even sees McDreamy chuckle a little. “We play hockey.”
“Ahhh.” She nods her head. “I’m from Ohio, hun. We don’t have hockey there.
“Actually, you do.” His friend interjects.
“So he does talk!” Monica laughs.
“There is an NHL team in Columbus.” McDreamy says, his face flushing the color of the lacy lingerie she’s wearing underneath her dress. He turns his eyes down to the mostly-empty beer in his hand, clearly the same one he’s been nursing for a while.

The bartender, of course, chooses this moment to put Monica’s drinks down on the bar in front of them, waving off McSteamy’s attempt to hand over her money to him. He hands her back the cash, which she puts in her back pocket before picking up the drinks and taking a long sip of her Jack and Coke.

“You’ve got his attention and he’s giving you free drinks?” She asks, bewildered. “I guess I have to look you Penguins up, huh?”
“Yes. You learn hockey and say you are biggest Penguins fan. You have to be, we get you free drinks. And you meet best players.” McSteamy says with a smile.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Monica laughs. “I’ll be sure to do that. Thanks for the drinks, boys.”

She turns around, the beer bottle in her left hand and her Jack and Coke in the other. Now, if only she could somehow find her boyfriend and get back to him...

“Who you looking for?” McSteamy asks.
“My boyfriend, Adam.” Monica responds, standing on her tip-toes to try to see over the crowd.
“What he look like? I’m see if I can find him for you.”
“He’s blonde, taller than me but shorter than you. He’s in a dark blue shirt and dark jeans. He was over by those tables when I left him.” She points to their left.

Both McSteamy and McDreamy start looking around for her, but the three aren’t having much luck.

“Uh... G?” McDreamy says nervously after a couple minutes. “Isn’t that Oksana over there?”

He’s pointing towards the right where a skinny blonde in a hot pink body-con dress is sucking face with..... Oh. Her heart sinks into her stomach and suddenly the Jack and Coke already in her system doesn’t feel like enough. A slew of Russian spews from McSteamy’s mouth, clearly curses.

“G...” McDreamy starts.
“That your girlfriend?” Monica turns and asks with absolutely no emotion.
“Da.” McSteamy’s face is red and every muscle in his body is clenched.
“Looks like we have something in common. She’s tongue-fucking my boyfriend.”

McSteamy looks down at her, his eyes going soft but his body still rigid. She can see the pain she’s feeling mirrored back in his face, and has a feeling he can see the same in hers.

“Let’s get out of here.” She suggests, not wanting either of them to be in this club any longer than they absolutely have to.

He nods, taking the Bud Light from her hand and passing it over to McDreamy. Monica looks down at her own drink, noticing there’s just a small bit left. She finishes it off in one sip and sets it down on the bar top.

“See you later, McDreamy.” She says out loud, slipping her hand into the large Russian’s and heading for the door. She can’t get anywhere, though, the crowd collapsing in on them the farther away from the bar they get.
“Let me.” McSteamy says, trading places with her and forcing his way through the throng of people.

It’s like the parting of the Red Sea, people moving aside easily for them. Monica notices a couple of girls in dresses that hardly constitute as underwear giving her dirty looks that could kill, and she files that observation away for later. Maybe this “Penguin” is more important that she realizes. They make it to the door and McSteamy nods at the valet, who runs off towards the parking lot.

“I don’t even know your name.” Monica realizes out loud.
“Geno.” McSteamy responds.
“I’m Monica.” She gives him a sad smile.
“Nice to meet you, Monica.” He gives a sad smile back. “I’m wish was under better condition I’m get to know you.”
“Me too.”

The valet pulls up with a sexy gray Lamborghini. If Monica wasn’t so heartbroken in the moment, she would be impressed beyond belief. Mc-Geno. He said his name is Geno... Geno opens the passenger door, allowing her to slide into the black leather seat. He jogs around to the other side of the car, slipping some cash into the valet’s hand and getting into the driver’s seat. He pulls out of the parking lot in a flash and they’re suddenly zipping through the city. A soft voice croons in Russian on the radio, and Geno smashes it off with his fist.

“Easy there, tiger.” Monica sighs. “Your car is too sexy to break.”
“Who she think she is? Kiss some loser when she with me?” He explodes, gripping the wheel tightly. “I’m give her everything! She say ‘Zhenya, I’m want new dress.’ I buy dress. She say ‘Zhenya, I’m want new shoes and purse to go with dress.’ I’m buy new shoes and purse. She say ‘Zhenya I’m want new diamond necklace to show off.’ What I’m do? I’m buy her necklace. And then she kiss other man? Yes, I’m sleep with other girls too. But not when we together. We take break, that when I’m sleep with someone else. When we together? Always only her. Never someone else when we together.”

Monica is so wrapped up in his rant that she doesn’t notice they’ve pulled into the driveway of a large mansion until he’s getting out of the car again. He comes around to open her door, offering his hand to help her out. She follows him into the house, letting him take her purse and instructing her to remove her shoes.

“Shit, my jacket.” She says, realizing she left it at the club.
“You leave at club?” He asks.
“Yeah. At the coat check.”
“Tell me ticket number. I’m give to Sid and he get it for you.”

She gets the ticket out from her purse, handing it over to him. He begins texting this “Sid” guy (McDreamy, maybe?) and she takes a look around his house. She wanders through the hallway and into the main part of the house. The first room that it opens up to is the kitchen. The granite counter tops are spotless, as are the stainless steel appliances. There’s a woman’s jacket on the chair in the corner, presumably Geno’s girlfriend’s. It looks like it costs more than Monica’s rent cost last month. The thought of that woman and what Adam was doing with her makes Monica’s stomach turn, so she quickly passes into the next part of the house.

Geno’s den looks a lot more lived-in than the kitchen. His TV is massive and his couch looks like a little slice of heaven, but the thing that catches Monica’s eye is the framed jersey and photo on the wall behind the couch. The jersey has an ice skating penguin on the front, and an A next to it. The photo is of Geno and McDreamy, wearing their jerseys and holding a silver trophy. She hardly even recognizes McDreamy, with the awful facial hair, but his jersey has a C in the same place Geno’s has the A. She wonders what those mean.

“Sid will bring your jacket.” Geno’s voice interrupts her thought process. She looks over at the doorway. He still looks furious, though that might have to do with the photo on the wall of him and his girlfriend that he glances over at. He’s unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, exposing the soft skin of his chest. Suddenly, Monica wants nothing more than to get her mouth on that skin.
“Is that him?” She asks, pointing to the photo. “Sid?”
“Yes.” He nods.
“It’s nice to be able to put a name to the face.”
“You want to go home?” He asks, stepping into the room.
“Not really.” She closes the gap between them, running her fingers up his arm. “Right now, I think I’d like to forget about Adam.”

His mouth is on hers immediately, rough and angry. But she presses back against him with just as much fire. He pushes his tongue through her lips and into her mouth, forcefully backing her up into the wall. Her fingers are quick on the buttons of his shirt, popping them open to get to the expansive skin of his chest. She pulls their mouths apart, in favor of kissing and licking at the skin of his neck and down to his chest. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and feels his fingers at the zipper of her dress. Without the tension of the zipper holding it together, her black strapless dress ends up at her feet in a second. Geno pulls away for a moment, drinking in the stark contrast of the sexy red lace lingerie against her pale skin. It gives her the opportunity to unclasp his belt and tug open his pants. They join her dress on the floor and now it’s her turn to drink in the sight of his white Calvin Klein’s against his tan skin. He’s chubbed up a little, and the tight fabric leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. She can feel herself get wet just at the sight of him.

In order to maintain some sense of control over her own body, Monica pulls him in for another kiss. His hands fit themselves against her ribs, traveling over her hips and around to rest on her ass. He grabs one cheek in each hand, muscling her body right up against his. The hard line of his cock presses into her stomach and they both moan in unison at the feeling of just the thin material separating them. Geno’s strong arms snake from her ass down to her thighs, lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his hips. She can feel his cock resting against her core now, and she wants it so badly. She wants it to make her forget about the asshole she used to call her boyfriend. Her lips reattach to the skin on his neck as he carries her up the stairs. She doesn’t even pay attention to where they’re going. And then she’s being dropped down on to the end of a bed, his lips returning to hers. Her hands work on his boxers, pushing them over those glorious thick thighs and releasing his cock. He pulls away, leaving her to rummage through the side table. She takes this moment to unclasp her bra and shimmy out of her thong. He’s back before they’re off her legs, and helps her slide them past her feet. He’s already rolled a condom on, and spreads her legs wide, standing at the foot of the bed in front of her. A finger tests her entrance, dipping in slowly. He hums in approval of what he’s found, and removes his finger in favor of sliding into her in one quick thrust. She can’t help but moan at the feeling of being filled by him.

He sets a devastating pace, using her body to release all his anger and hurt from seeing Oksana with another man. Monica feels amazing, way better than the woman he used to call his girlfriend ever felt. Her short, muscular legs wrap around his hips perfectly. Her hands cling to his biceps, strong and demanding. But most of all, the sounds that fall from her lips are more enticing than any woman he’s ever been with. Because these moans- Monica’s moans- are clearly for her own pleasure. Not his.

So many times, the women that Geno has slept with in the past have felt the need to put on a show for him. They’ve felt the need to tell him how good he is, like he doesn’t already know. But Monica has proven she has no idea who he is. She has no clue what his lifestyle is like. No, Monica’s moans aren’t for him. They are for herself. And they are incredible. But the one that hits him the most- the one that makes him slow down from pounding himself into her- is the one where she drags his name out, followed by “Oh God!”

It makes him realize- this isn’t Oksana beneath him. It isn’t some bunny he picked up in a bar. This is a woman who also got her heart torn out tonight, just like he did. And she deserves to be treated like more than just a way to release his fury. His hips come to a stop and he pulls out, making her whine at the loss. He shushes her, kissing the corner of her mouth. He takes care to lift her off the bed, sliding them both up farther towards the pillows. He lays her down softly, covering her body with his. He slides in again, this time more gently and with more kisses to her lips, cheeks, forehead, neck, and down to her shoulder. He hitches one leg around his hips and begins sliding in and out again, slowly and sweetly. He’ll show her how a real man treats his woman. He kisses her deeply, grinding his hips into hers and feeling the breath leave her lungs into his mouth. He brings his thumb up to their joined mouths, pulling back to slip it between her lips. Her tongue swipes it skillfully and he groans at the thought of what else it can do. But this isn’t just about him anymore. He pulls his thumb out, moving it straight down to where their bodies are connected. He finds her clit easily, teasing it with barely-there touches and following them up with bouts of deep strokes. He can feel her closing in on him, and he knows she’s close. Which is a wonderful thing, considering the throbbing in his cock is demanding not to be ignored. He speeds up just a bit, enough to probably not be considered “making love” anymore, but still making sure he’s taking care of her first and foremost. He doubles his efforts with his thumb also, hoping to push her over the edge. His efforts are rewarded, Monica digging her fingernails into his shoulders as she comes around him. It’s enough to set him off too, his orgasm ripping through him like lightning.

It’s been so long since he’s felt that much pleasure physically and emotionally that he blacks out for a second. When he comes to, his face is tucked into her neck and they’re both breathing heavy. He reluctantly pulls out and tugs the condom off, chucking it in the general direction of his trash can. He reaches up under the pillows for the edge of the sheets and rearranges his and Monica’s bodies so he can cover them both. Like she’s read his mind, Monica instantly curls up against his body in the exact position he likes the most- him on his back with her head on his chest and one leg tossed between his.

“So.... that was really good.” She chuckles once they’ve both caught their breath.
“Yes.” He agrees, not sure where to even begin.
“I’m sorry that we both had to go through the shit that happened tonight, but I’m kinda glad we did.”
“Why?” He asks, rubbing small circles into her back.
“Because if it didn’t, I wouldn’t have just had some of the best sex of my life.”
He chuckles at her blunt honesty, though she does have a point.
“True. Was some of the best for me too.”

“Good to know.” She smiles up at him. “If you ever want to do that again, just let me know.”

Notes

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