I knew exactly who they were as soon as they stepped into the bar, despite their attempts to sneak in unrecognized. Brandon Saad, Andrew Shaw and Teuvo Teravainen, the Blackhawks’ young guns. And despite their best attempts to convince me that the baby-faced man in the group was old enough to drink, I knew better. Water it was for the young hockey star. That’s partially why, at the end of the night when he asked me for my number, I decided to go with it. Drunk men are about as predictable as it gets. They have one thing in mind, and will do anything to get it. Sober men, however, can be different. And I could tell that he was interested in more than just a quick lay.

Our first date was a little awkward, though most first dates are. Conversation at dinner was surface-deep, getting to know the basics of each other. But Teuvo was a complete gentleman and more than deserving of a second date. For our second date, he took me to a Bears game. It wasn’t planned in advanced, seeing as he got the tickets last minute and asked me to go with him the day before the game. Admittedly, it probably wasn’t the best place for a second date since he didn’t completely understand the sport and we spent more time going over the rules than getting to know each other. He felt embarrassed afterwards, but I assured him that I had a great time, and appreciated him inviting me. That brought us to tonight- our third date.

The date itself thankfully went a lot better than the second. We went to see a performance by the Joffrey Ballet Company, a thoughtful action by Teuvo since I had mentioned during our first date that I missed going to the ballet.

“Would you like to come up for coffee?” I ask.
“Sure.” He smiles, following me into the elevator.

The entire ride up I can’t help but get nervous. Teuvo is coming up to my apartment. I’m actually doing this. We reach my floor and, like the gentleman he is, he lets me lead the way. I unlock my door and he helps me slide my jacket off my shoulders.

“I love this dress.” He says, his hand resting on my hip.
“Thank you.” I smile.
“You are beautiful.” His words make me blush. “I have an admission to make.” He says.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“I do not drink coffee.”
“What?” I giggle.
“You invited me for coffee. But I do not drink it.” He explains, his eyes shifting downwards in embarrassment. “I just wanted to spend more time with you.”
“Oh...” I respond, realizing that he didn’t understand the euphemism. “I don’t either.”
“Then why did you....” He trails off, his adorable face twisting in confusion.

I cut him off with a soft press of my lips to his.

“Here in America, when people go on a date and one asks the other to come up for coffee afterwards, it usually means they want something else....” I explain. “Especially on the third date.”

I help him understand my point with another kiss, this one a little more persistent and obvious, while running my hands down his sides at the same time.

“Oh.” He responds, his face flushing. “I am sorry. I did not know.”
“It’s fine. I understand if you don’t want to stay.”

I start to back away a little, but he follows me, pressing me right up against the closet door.

“I did not say that.” He smirks before closing the distance.

His lips start innocently on mine, but quickly push past the boundary between innocent and desirable. Teuvo drags his hand down my back and to my ass, grabbing it firmly and pulling my body closer to his. I moan at the feeling and he uses the moment to lick into my mouth. My hands grip at his biceps as he holds me up against the door, everything about him overwhelming me. Keeping our mouths joined together, he gives us each a little space and begins tugging at the zipper on the back of my dress. I untuck his shirt from his dress pants and make quick work of the buttons to reveal an expansive amount of muscle underneath. He leans down to press a sweet kiss to my neck as the straps of my dress slide over my shoulders.

“Wait.” I mumble, pulling away from him.
“Did I get this wrong?” He asks worriedly, pulling away.
“No! No, I just thought maybe we should move to my bedroom?” I bite his lip and give it a little tug. He growls and his eyes roll back in his head.
“Yes.”

I let my dress fall the rest of the way to the floor, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Teuvo getting his first look at my body. His eyes are wide and there’s a smirk on his lips. I turn us both around and press him up against the closet door where I was just standing. I lean in to kiss him and just as our lips are about to touch, I pause. I can feel the anticipation coursing through his body.

Leaving Teuvo leaning against the door, eyes closed and ready for a kiss, I turn and start towards my room, swaying my hips. I hear him fumble behind me, increasing my confidence with every step I take. By the time I reach the door to my room, he’s caught up and his arms snake around my waist. He turns me around and pins me to the wall just inside the door. I notice he’s lost his pants along the way, leaving us both in just our underwear.

“I’m beginning to think you like pinning me against a wall.” I chuckle.
“I could get used to it.” He smirks.
“I’d rather move to the bed.” I push at his chest and he walks backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed. He wraps me up in his arms and turns to gently lower me to the bed.
“You are beautiful.” He says.

I reach behind me and unhook my bra. It falls off, leaving me completely vulnerable. Teuvo’s lips press to my neck and he presses me back so I’m laying down. His lips travel south, grazing over my shoulder and down to my breast. I gasp as he pulls my nipple into his mouth. His fingers graze the other with similar attention and I feel him grind his hips into my thigh. My brain short circuits and he switches to taste the other.

“Teuvo.” I moan, tugging at his short blonde hair. He detaches his mouth from my breast and kisses up to my chin again. I fumble my hands down to his hips and thread my fingers into his boxers, pushing them over his ass. I can’t help but bring my hand forward, feeling him.

He’s-- wow. He’s bigger than I had imagined. He groans as I stroke him, every muscle in his body trembling like he’d been electrocuted. He nibbles at my neck and pulls away, grabbing my hand.

“If you keep doing that, this will be over way too quickly.” He admits with a self-deprecating smile. He moves my hand to his hair and the other joins it, following his head down to my stomach. He presses kisses to my ribs as his fingers thread through the strings of my thong, dragging it down my legs. He noses from my hip down to my thigh and then back up. I feel his tongue dart out to taste me and I dig my nails into his scalp. He smiles against my skin and licks again, causing a full-body tremor to wrack through me, complete with a low moan.

“Come on.” I beg, tugging him up to meet my lips with his. I can taste myself on him, and it’s something I’ve never thought would turn me on. And yet it does. I sit up and reach towards my side table, grabbing a condom and ripping it open with my teeth. I roll it onto him and bring his lips to mine, kissing him deeply.

He guides himself to me and slides in. I let out a long moan at the feeling of him filling me. It’s an incredible feeling, having him slide deeper until his thighs meet mine. He mumbles something in Finnish, but I have no idea what it is. I kiss his temple, silently begging him to move. He gets the memo, pulling almost all the way out before beginning the glorious push back in. Our moans match each other and if I wasn’t preoccupied with every nerve in my body lighting up, I would laugh.

“God, you feel so good.” I moan.
“Yes.” He stutters out, amongst a slew of words I don’t understand.

He fucks himself into me faster, setting a pace that is devastatingly incredible. My breath catches and I tuck my face into his neck. I can feel the pulse in his neck pounding against my cheek, which furthers the warm feeling deep in my stomach.

My orgasm blindsides me, hitting like a ton of bricks. Every muscle in my body clenches, including the ones surrounding Teuvo’s cock. I whimper and gasp, digging my teeth into his shoulder, and that’s enough to set him over the edge. He comes with a low moan, his hips slowing down before coming to a gentle stop.

“Wow. That was.... wow.” I sigh, letting my head fall back onto the pillow.

“Yeah.” He agrees, smiling down at me.
"Best third date I've ever had." I grin.

Notes

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