All Hands on Deck

Tessa was staying at the Doubletree Hotel, a short walk from the CONSOL Energy Center. Sidney managed to slip out of the arena unnoticed and began hustling through the brisk night air toward the woman who made his blood run hot. He wondered what the hell it was about that woman that drove him so wild. Physically she was breathtakingly lovely, without a doubt, but that was only part of it. It was the way she lit up a room, filled every corner of the space with her bubbly personality and genuine nature. That smile, those giggles she couldn't hold in, her playful teasing, and carefree attitude. Something about all that made him unbelievably hard, but also evoked his protective nature. He absolutely needed to be with her as often as possible, but he also had to insulate her from harm.

Knowing her room number, Sidney bypassed the front desk and hit the elevator up to the tenth floor. He was not alone and when he happened to glance over at the stranger to his left he was met with a shy smirk. The man nodded at Sidney. “Good game tonight, Crosby. Tough loss.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Sidney shook his hand when he got off, but then immediately battled frustration. “Shit.” The fool had not once considered that people in Pittsburgh might recognize him. Which, of course, could lead to rumors, gossip page editorials about his frequenting hotels with some sexy brunette. He could have brought her to his house, but they would be in the same boat, his neighbors didn’t exactly mind their own business. Sidney knew he would keep his mouth shut, but keeping this thing quiet was apparently going to be a lot harder than he had imagined.

He knocked on her door thinking that he should tell Tessa they should call this off, stop right now before things got out of control, just end it to avoid unnecessary complications. But then, she was standing in the doorway, chestnut hair tussled up in a loose bun, baggy t-shirt with the neck cut off slipping off one shoulder, and no pants on, just a pair of lacy blue boyshorts. He kept his thoughts to himself. Ending things was not an option for him; they were just going to have to work something out, anything was better than nothing.

She leaned on the door frame, smiling as usual. “Hey, you.”

“How you doing, cutie?”

She brushed a hand down his chest. “Great now. Come in, come in.” He stepped past her and took in the small room, noting how everything was neat and tidy, bed still made, clothes folded and tucked away, tennis shoes arranged under the heater, coat hung up in the closet. He pulled off his own coat and put it next to hers, toeing off his shoes as well. He could tell this was a woman who liked things to be just so. It made him wonder why on earth she was getting tangled up with him, with this mess they were both diving into head first.

She sat on the end of the bed, watching him look around the room. “Not much, but I take what I can get when someone else is paying. Probably a little less fancy than you’re used to.”

He turned around, flashing that boyish grin of his. “It’s got a bed, that’s all I ever need.”

He sat down next to her, dipping the mattress with his weight and forcing her closer in the process. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that was languid and familiar, like those of long-time lovers.

“Mmm, you played well tonight.”

“Tessa, I don’t wanna talk about the game.”

She quirked one eyebrow at him and smirked. “Do you wanna talk at all?”

“Later. Right now, I’m wanna give you a massage.”

Sidney’s hands went to her hips and Tessa squealed, trying to jerk away from his tickling hands. “Seriously?”

He got on top of her, pinning her down with his big body, holding her small but strong hands in his and finding life in her smile. “Yup, I think you’ve earned it.”

His mouth found her neck as he held her down and Tessa could only moan and enjoy him, his weight, his lips and tongue, his murmuring against her flesh, nose buried in the crook of her neck. “God you smell good. Like roses and sunshine. How do you smell like sunshine in the middle of winter?”

Tessa shrugged when she sat up to let him pull her shirt off. “No clue, but the roses is just my perfume.”

“Kind of girly choice for such a tomboy.”

“You complaining, Sidney?”

“Not on your life.” His mouth was back on her skin, working down her bare chest, pausing only briefly to lick each nipple before he kissed her hip and slid her boyshorts down and off her body, leaving her totally bared to him. Good God, she was adorable yet sassy and sultry, he thought. His voice was husky, “Scoot up, head on the pillow.”

Instead, she sat forward, reaching for him. “You don’t have to do this, I know you’re tired. Just get that glorious cock of yours out and fuck me.”

He smiled against her lips. “Later. Sit back and let me work out a few of your kinks.”

Tessa laughed as she broke their hold on each other and moved up the bed, reclining on the pillows, one hand tucked under her head, the other resting on her stomach, hips slightly tilted. Sidney watched her, taking his time to appreciate seeing all of her exposed for him. In his car earlier he had been too keyed up about getting off with her that he had hardly noticed just how great her body was: curved around her hips and breasts, with lean and toned core and limbs. She was tall, nearly meeting his eyes evenly in bare feet, yet she carried herself with the comfortable confidence of someone who enjoyed their body just the way it was. Nothing awkward or ganley in her demeanor. And that was erotic as all hell.

His hands started on her ankles, grasping the delicate bones before stroking up her shins. When he hit her knees, he dipped lower again, running his palms over her calves. His fingers wrapped around the back of her knees and pried her legs open slowly, allowing them to come to rest on the bed. Then, he sat between her open knees, now grazing his fingers over her thighs, moving patiently up her quad muscles before tracing her hip bones with his index fingers.

His nails were bitten off, but he dragged the tips of his fingers across her inner thighs, loving the way she threw her head back because of his soft touch, lengthening her neck so he could see her hard swallows flex the muscles there. Using one finger, he traced the line of her center from the bottom of her entrance to the hood of her clit. He applied nearly no pressure, but the whisper of a touch sent shock waves through Tessa and she moaned.

She was breathing heavily, unable to get control of her lungs. The feel of his hands so delicately touching her skin, his bottomless brown eyes watching her reactions, the promise of more to come… She shifted her hips restlessly and felt her pussy tensing in anticipation, nearly dripping with arousal. Her voice was needy. “Sidney…come on.”

“Later. I’m not done.” He moved over her right leg, laid down next to her, took her hand in his. When his thumbs rubbed at the pressure points of her palm and wrist, Tessa closed her eyes, groaning with pleasure.

“God yes. How did you know?” People think that massage therapists would appreciate a back rub at the end of a long day, but a hand massage is what they usually dream about. And Sidney was so good, working her tendons, soothing her nerves, cracking her knuckles, kissing each fingertip.

He climbed over to her other side, picked up her left hand and gave it the same treatment, until Tessa was blissed out, humming happily. Her hands felt so tiny in his and it was a strange sensation for her, though not unpleasant. When she looked over, his stare was passionate. Her voice sounded strange to her ears, whispery, pleading. “Now?”

“Later.” He placed her hand on her stomach, his covering it. Guiding it down, Tessa gasped and twitched off the bed when her fingers slid over her mound and she felt her wet, swollen lips.

Sidney pressed her hand firmly down, not allowing her to move it as he nudged closer, laying on his side with his head resting next to hers. His hand lifted her middle digit and placed it over her clit, forcing a moan from her throat. He kissed her neck softly and said, “Just there, Tessa.” Having no words, she merely nodded.

Sidney’s hand left hers and she took over, making slow circles over her clit. She felt two of his thick fingers spread her lips further before stroking her inner lips, feeling how wet she was for him.

She watched him bring the moist digits to his mouth, sucking them clean before pressing them between her lips and dragging them along her tongue. Then, they were back on her pussy, pressing deep within her folds until they slipped easily into her entrance. Tessa’s hand had fallen away, as she was too focused on what Sidney was doing.

His voice was hot in her ear. “Help me out, Tess. And tell me what you need.”

Two fingers found her clit as Sidney pressed his inside her, thrusting slowly. “Baby…”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve got a sore spot…deeper. Deeper, Sid.”

His chuckle rumbled through her and she turned to meet his gaze. “Let me see if I can work it out for you. Here?”

He pressed his fingers deeper, but they remained straight and too thin to hit where she needed him. She shook her head. “Up top…just…yes! There. So sore.”

His fingertips curled over and pressed against the soft spot inside her channel that made her legs widen and her whole body tense. She rubbed her clit faster as Sidney began thrusting his fingers again, curving them perfectly. “Too much pressure?”

“No, no, no, God, just right. Sid…I’m gonna…oh fuck.” Sidney clutched her face toward his and kissed her as she came, continuing to work her g-spot as she rubbed at her clit with sloppy strokes. When her legs stilled, he slowed and removed his hand, bringing hers along with it, once more licking the fingers they had been using.

“Mmm, now that’s what call a massage.” She was faster than Sidney, rolling on top of him to straddle his legs and pushing up his shirt up to expose his stomach. She open-mouth kissed his smooth abs as her hands reached higher, running her fingertips across his throat and chest.

Sidney sat up to pull his t-shirt off and Tessa reached for his belt, yanking at it impatiently until it came free and she could work the button and zipper of his jeans. She only had his pants worked over his hips when she bent to take him into her mouth.

“Goddamn, Tessa. You don’t have to…”

“Shut up, Sid. Just let me work.” Truthfully, nothing would have stopped Tessa from putting his cock in her mouth, it was just to tasty looking. She pulled his pants down and off before she licked up that bulky vein and then pressed her lips against the tip, flicking her tongue between them and against his hole.

Sidney’s hips jerked off the mattress and Tessa just smiled around him as she took him deeper, feeling him butt up against the back of her throat. He was in heaven, looking down to watch her and nearly coming out his skin at the feel of her wet mouth working so skillfully around his cock.

Tessa pulled back, grasping him with one hand, running her thumb across the tip as she licked at his shaft. When she barely grazed her teeth against the sensitive underside of him, Sidney nearly roared.

In seconds she was on her back, head hanging off the bed as Sidney surged forward, thrusting roughly inside her with a satisfied groan and nearly shoving her off the bed.

Tessa wrapped her arms around his notoriously broad shoulders, smiling up at him. “You gonna fuck me for real now, Sid?”

“As promised.” He left her almost dangling off the bed as he lifted his upper body with his arms and stroked his hips, forcing her legs open wider with his waist and pressing his cock as deep as he could get.

Tessa’s joking smile contorted into a gasping scream as she soon arched her back and pumped her hips up towards his. His pace became relentless, pulling back and driving into her, using his arms for leverage, and ensuring his pelvis rubbed against her clit with every stroke. Her face, eyes closed, panting breath, told him all he needed to know about how much she enjoyed it. Still he grinned proudly when in the middle of it she choked out, “Fuck, you’re so good, Sid.”

“You know I am. I wanna hear you say I’m worth it.”

“Shit, you’re right. Oh, fuck…”

Sidney wasn’t even close to being done, but he knew she was nearly over the edge. He leaned down, licked up her neck and then circled her ear with his tongue. “You gonna come for me, Tessa?”

“Ugh, yes!”

“Then let me fucking hear you.” He pressed his palms into the mattress and fucked her even faster, her upper body almost completely off the bed. She sat up, bending her legs at the knees, clutching at his back, shouting out for him, head thrown back.

“Yes, ugh, fuck! Harder. Don’t stop…don’t stop. Yes! Yes!” She shouted incoherent gibberish as she spasmed around him, fisting her hands in his hair, holding for dear life as the orgasm racked her body. Still, he didn’t let up, but continued to fuck her, forcing her to keep coming, the crests of pleasure washing over her as his cock continued to drive into her.

Before she was even all the way down from her high, Sidney grabbed her hips and pulled out. “Turn over.” Tessa, breathless and voiceless, nodded, but before she could move, Sidney came down and kissed her roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth and making it even harder for either of them to breathe. When he broke off, he clasped her face with one giant hand. “Tell me I’m worth it.”

Tessa nodded again at his serious tone. She gave him the reassurance he needed. “You’re worth it, Sid.”

“Fucking right I am. Turn over.”

Tessa shifted under his body, moving to her right, her face now at the corner of the bed instead of floating off the edge. Her upper body remained on the mattress as Sidney lifted just her hips until she was on her knees. When his cock pressed inside her again, Tessa gripped the comforter in both hands, gasping out his name while resting her forehead on one of her forearms.

“Fuck, Tessa. You don’t even know how good you feel.” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as his cock went back to work, slower, but still invading her body again and again and again, stretching her open, rubbing her g-spot, as his hips snapped forward.

He built her back up slowly, stroking the fire in her belly until she was whining and whimpering and he was groaning as she thrust her hips and ass against him, egging him on.

He leaned his big body over her, his chest on her back, arms straight with palms on the bed next to her head. He kept fucking her, but now kissed her neck tenderly, nuzzling her behind the ears, breathing in her ear, and pressing those plump lips against her skin.

Tessa pressed up on her palms as well, taking one of his hands and guiding it under her body until his fingers hit her clit. She moaned out his name, kept her hand over his as he rubbed two wide finger pads on her swollen, throbbing nub.

Unable to resist, Sidney put his mouth back on her neck, biting a sliver of skin before sucking at her flesh harshly. Feeling a bruise already starting under his lips and teeth Tessa came again, bucking against him erratically and pressing his fingers down harder against her clit. His mouth released her neck when he came with a shout, jerking his hips twice more as his cock twitched inside of her.

Both of them collapsed in a huffing, puffing pile of sweaty bodies and Tessa didn’t even mind his bulk on top of her. When Sidney rolled off and pulled her against him, under his arm, he met her glazed over eyes with his half-closed ones. She looked thoroughly fucked, hair nearly all loose from the bun, mouth red and puffy, vacant look on her face. Still, she managed a sweet smile. God, he thought, she’s so good, so pure. Maybe he had been too much, too rough. He started to tell her, “Sorry if that was -”

She put a hand on his chest to stop him. “Don’t. Don’t apologize. That was fucking amazing. Best sex I’ve ever had, bar none.”

He chuckled and pulled her closer, flipping the comforter over them both. He pressed a kiss to her temple and watched her fall asleep in his arms.

He woke to the feel of her hand on his side, her mouth kissing up his back. He turned over, ready to have her again that morning, but he was shocked to find her fully clothed and standing alongside the bed, not naked and wriggling around next to him.

He sat up in a daze. “Morning.”

She brushed his hair out of his eyes gently. “Hey. Sorry to wake you, but I gotta get out of here. I’ve got a long drive back to Reading and my Royals have a game tonight.”

Reality hit him like a ton of bricks. Tessa lived in Reading, nearly a 5 hour drive away. She didn’t work for the Pens, she worked for the Royals. So, after what was shaping up to be one of the best nights of his life, he was going to have to say goodbye to this incredible woman, without knowing when he would see her again. If ever. And that was suddenly a terrifying thought. He found himself flooded with emotions he hadn’t been prepared or willing to deal with: doubt, fear, frustration…almost a sort of loneliness.

He swung his legs off the bed and sat there in a stupor. Tessa squatted in front of him, her palms cupping his cheeks. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…I get this feeling like I’m never gonna see you again.”

That sweet laugh bubbled from her lips and as she kissed him, he found himself smiling along with her, her attitude was infectious. Sidney wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up against him as he fell back onto the bed. Tessa pulled away giggling and shifted off his body to lie next to him. “So you wanna see me again, huh?”

“Yes, of course I do. You?”

“Of course. Best sex of my life, remember?”

“You were serious about that?”

“Oh, I’d never joke about something as serious as that.” They shared a smile and her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. Then she said rationally, “Listen, it’s not the best situation, but we can make something work, Sid. I’m not asking for you to be my boyfriend, because we both know that’s impossible. But don’t think you won’t see me again, because I definitely need more of this at some point in the very near future.”

She reached down and took hold of his morning wood; Sidney though could only look at her face. “You’re so fucking amazing, I hope you know that.”

She grabbed his face with both hands again. “You too, baby. Now, no more frowns. Put your pants on and I’ll let you treat me to the free buffet before I go.”

The hotel kitchenette area was desolate of other human life, which was the only reason he agreed to sit with her. He watched her eat a plate of french toast, extra powdered sugar and extra syrup, making a mental note that she clearly had a sweet tooth. She offered him a bite, waving her fork in front of his mouth, but he refused. He would rather watch her enjoy it.

Later he watched her toss her backpack in the passenger seat of her beat up little two-door Ford Focus. “You sure this thing is going to make it back back to Reading in one piece?”

Tessa tisked at him. “It’s not a Maserati, but it gets the job done.”

Sidney took one look around, Tessa joined him, and then he pressed her against the cold metal of the car, warming her with his mouth on hers; one final kiss until…who knows when. “Text me every hour and when you get home so I know you’re safe. The roads are bad with the fresh snow.”

“Ok, daddy.” He pinched her cheek and a second later she was gone, turning out of the parking lot; he watched until she disappeared from view.

Later still he sat at home, dumbfounded and trying to figure out if he had really only met her less than twenty-four hours ago. It felt like he had known her for years, a lifetime. Or maybe he just wanted to spend that long getting to know her. Mostly, he wondered what she was thinking, about him, about this thing they were trying to do that admittedly made no sense.

Miles away, in between answering calls from the Royals’ staff and players making sure she was on her way home and navigating around shitty drivers, Tessa’s thoughts were full of Sidney. His smile, that body and the things it did to hers, the burning look in his eyes when he had made her tell him he was worth it. At the time, she had meant that he was worth sneaking around for, but now? Now she wasn’t so sure that she hadn’t meant he was worth so much more than that.

She pulled off to the side of the road and sent him a text. “One hour, still safe. Miss me yet?” It was flirty and sentimental, both of which would do them no good, but she sent it anyway.

His response dinged a few seconds later, “More than you know, dick so hard I can’t think straight.”

She answered, “How hard? Describe it to me.”

“Later, get back on the road. Text me in an hour and I’ll tell you more about my dick.”

Tessa tossed her phone back on the seat next to her and pulled back into traffic. She didn’t know what they hell they were doing or how the hell it was going to work, but she did know that she absolutely couldn’t wait until later. Because when Sidney Crosby promised fireworks later, he never disappointed.

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