One Shots

“Oh my God, you’re…fast.”

Cyra immediately wanted to die and her pinched, cringing face made that clear. She felt like collapsing into a ball of humiliation and waiting to dissipate into thin air so that she would not have to live the rest of her life with the shame of this moment burned into her like a scarlet letter. Luckily, the otherwise intimidating man on the other side of the counter was smiling. Cyra shook her head, managed an embarrassed smirk as she raised her head to met his eyes. “I, uh, I didn’t mean that. I mean, you are…fast. I had just intended to start with something else, but my brain got in the way. So…sorry. Anyways…that was weird. Moving on, hey, hi, how are you?”

Nathan MacKinnon chuckled amicably and drummed his fingers on the plain brown countertop of the quaint little coffee shop on Main Street. “I’m pretty good. How you doing?”

“I’ve had better days, actually. It’s great to meet you.” There she went again, saying dumb things and wanting to bite off her tongue. “Shit, I know you didn’t introduce yourself, but I know who you are. Hence the -”

“Remark about my speed?”

“Yeah.” His smile put her at ease and she returned it sweetly, telling him with genuine awe in her voice, “You’re just so incredible to watch, you really fly out there, Nate.” And then she was back to feeling like an idiot. “Nathan. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry too much, Nate’s fine. And you are?”

Cyra cleared her throat as she could actually feel her manager’s eyes burrowing into her. She brushed her hands down the front of her red apron and straightened her back. “No one. Just the girl who makes your coffee. What can I get you?”

Nathan spared a glance at the glowering man who had stuck his head out of his office, then he looked behind him. He was the only person in line and there was only one other couple in the whole place. He bent down and leaned an elbow on the counter. “Your name would be a good start.”

She felt her cheeks warm to a pale shade of pink. Was he flirting with her? Mentally she shooed the thought away; of course he wasn’t. He was just being polite. She answered, “It’s Cyra.”

Nathan now stuck out his hand and she took it happily. “Nice to meet you, Cyra. I’ve never seen you around. You from Cole Harbour?”

“Oh, Christ, no.” She has spoken louder than she intended and once again managed to stick her foot in her mouth. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I forgot that you’re…this is…”

Nathan grinned wildly and nodded. “A small town, I get it. No offense taken. Where you from?”

“Believe it not, Denver. That’s how I know you, not as a hometown boy.”

“Nice. I always like meeting Avs fans outside of Denver. And what brings you to the great north?”

“A friend in need. She moved here with her husband a few years ago. Marriage didn’t last, but she’s got two kids who are settled so she doesn’t wanna move again. She’s been having a hard time since the divorce so I came up for the summer to keep her company.”

Nathan told her with honesty in his voice. “That’s really sweet of you.”

“Tell me about it.”

He laughed now, quite loudly, startling the couple in the corner. “You really don’t like this place, eh?”

Cyra joined him, laughing at him and herself. “It’s not that. But there’s just nothing to do, this job sucks, my friend is sad.” She paused to shrug, mindlessly picking at a sticker on the register. “It’s not what I had planned for my summer, to be honest.”

“Well, I’m sorry about your friend and your job, but there’s plenty to do here.”

Scoffing, she asked, “Like what?”

Nathan leaned a little closer. “I can think of a few things that might occupy your time.”

Cyra met his intense stare for a moment as she thought, he really is hitting on me, right? Not normally shy around men she asked him point blank, “Are you flirting with me, Nate?”

Now it was his turn to look slightly embarrassed. “I might be. Is it working?”

She avoided the question. “I thought I heard you had a girlfriend. Some gorgeous actress?”

“I did, not anymore. And I know you’re not into these small town boys, but you got someone waiting for you in Denver?”

“Nope.” Since he wanted to play this game, she decided to flirt him a little as well. “And for the record, I like the boys, just not their town.”

“As one of those boys I appreciate that.”

“You should. You might be the finest of the bunch, too.”

“Sure about that? You have heard of Sidney Crosby who also calls this place home? Most girls think he’s the cream of the crop.”

“Most girls, maybe. He’s not really my type. And besides, he’s a Penguin. I’m a Denver girl born and raised, forever loyal to my Avs.”

“Good answer. So, when can I take you out, Denver girl?”

Cyra thought about it as she looked him up and down. Aside from the fact that he was one of her favorite hockey players, he was also a regular part of her fantasy pool as he is absolutely beautiful to behold: thick dark blond hair she knew was slicked back under his backwards Avs cap, well-groomed scruff bordering on ginger, the stereotypical rippling muscles and bulky body of a hockey player. Not to mention that grin that was even more lovely in person and nearly had her panting with desire. Plus no female in Denver or Cole Harbour could resist his almost impish sense of fun he exuded. While meeting him might have at first seemed like a golden opportunity, she shook her head to come to her senses. Harmless flirting was one thing, a date was another. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Nate.”

He stood up now, flashing a confident smile. “And whys that?”

She was petite, hardly breaking 5’5”, and felt even more so when he pulled himself up to his full 6’ height. She answered, “I’m a little older than you, for starters.”

He shrugged and eyed her up. “I’m mature for my age and I don’t care if you’re forty, you look fucking amazing.”

She was not forty, by the way, but she was eight years his elder. Still, his surveying of her body and his compliment forced her mouth into a cheesy smile and returned the pink to her cheeks. “Nate…”

“I’m not buying it. Give me a good reason or tell me when you’re free.”

She told him, “Honestly, I would feel too guilty. I came here to support my friend, not to pick up men.”

“You’re not picking me up, I’m picking you up. There’s a difference.”

Cyra tried to think of an argument, but her mind failed her. “You got me there.”

He threw his hands up in victory. “Great. Let’s do something tonight then. I’ll pick you up at seven.” He pulled out his phone. “What’s your address?”

She had to admire his enthusiasm if nothing else. “I didn’t say yes yet.”

“Ah, but you’re going to, I can tell. Right? Come on, you know you wanna.”

She gave him a huge eyeroll followed by a sheepish smile. “Fine.” She told him where she was staying and then grabbed an empty cup and her sharpie. She needed to get back to work or she was going to be jobless for the summer. “Now, seriously, what can I get you?”

Nathan slipped his phone into his back pocket. “Nothing. I already got what I came for.”

Cyra’s face contorted in confusion. “What’d you mean?”

Leaning forward again, he told her quietly with a husky voice, “I walked by, saw you in here looking like something out of dream with all this dark hair…” He tugged gently on the thick side-braid draped over her shoulder. “Those bright green eyes…creamy looking skin…” Now he ran the back of hand across her cheek before running a finger down her neck and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. “Mmm, so soft.” He took hold of her hand that was resting on the counter. “I didn’t want coffee, I only want you.”

Releasing the air from her lungs she told him boldly, “And what makes you think you’re really gonna get what you want? Maybe I’ll let you take me out and leave you on the doorstep without so much as a peck on the cheek.”

Nathan watched his fingers now trace the lines on her palm and Cyra joined him. When he looked up at her he said, “You could do that if you want, but I’m pretty sure if I can get your pulse racing like this with a few words and innocent touches…I think that when I get you alone tonight, we’ll both get what we want.”

With a sly smirk he released her and shoved his sunglasses on his face to block out the bright afternoon light as he walked towards the door. “I’ll see you later, Denver.” Cyra, trying to get herself under control, was rendered speechless as she watched him leave and make his way down the street.

Her manager, however, was not without words. “If you’re done, the espresso maker needs to be scrubbed.”

Cyra gave him a mocking salute. “I’m on it, boss.” She turned away from him smiling, thinking that the girls in Denver were never going to believe her when she told them about running into Nathan freaking MacKinnon.

~~~

Several hours later, Cyra was opening the front door to him and his first comment was, “Wow.”

Brushing a hand down the strapless billowy white dress made of cotton and lace, Cyra give him a proud look. “I do alright for myself when I’m not sweaty, covered in syrup, and reaking of coffee.”

“For the record, I like you all sweaty.” His mouth came to her ear. “But not from work.” While her heart went a-pounding again, he pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek before he pulled back. “Seriously, you look beautiful, Cyra. Thank you for saying yes.”

“You’re welcome, but you didn’t give me much of a choice.”

“Logic can be convincing. You ready to go?”

“I am.” She grabbed her clutch from the table near the door and gave him the once over as she stepped over the threshold. He was casual in jeans and a fresh white t-shirt, which was more than enough to accent his body and leave him looking downright delicious. He still had his Avs cap on and Cyra didn’t mind one bit. “You’re looking pretty handsome this evening, Nate.”

Giving her a wink as he responded, “I clean up ok, too.” He opened the door of his newer model pickup truck for her and she stepped up into it.

When he got in she asked, “Where you taking me, anyway?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“Oh, Lord help me. Don’t tell me you’re one of those guys.”

He took off and started laughing. “I’m afraid I am, but it’ll be worth it.”

It was a short drive to get where they were going, but Nathan filling the time with questions. He asked about her job in Denver: coffee shop manager, which made her even more resentful of having to take a barista position in Cole Harbour for the summer. He wanted to know what she enjoyed besides Avs games: camping, hiking, skiing in the winter, enjoying city live in Denver all year round. When prompted she told him about her family: one brother, parents still married after thirty years, a cousin she was close with who was recently deployed overseas with the Air Force.

He didn’t give her a chance to ask anything about him and it wasn’t until he stopped that she noticed they were at the docks and Nathan was climbing out of the truck. She joined him and asked, “What are we doing here?”

“Going for a ride on my boat.” He took her hand and felt her tense up.

“Nate…I can’t swim.”

“We’re not going swimming, we’re going sailing.”

“Ok, but what if the boat goes down and I drown?”

He stopped in his tracks and pulled her into an embrace. “Then I’ll rescue you, of course.”

Cyra gave him a half smile. “My hero.”

He turned serious now. “Hey, if you wanna do something else, we totally can. I just thought it would be fun. You ever see the sunset from the out there? It’s breathtaking.”

She looked up at him, could almost see his love of the water in his eyes. How could she deny him this? “No, let’s do it, I trust you. Just don’t fucking kill me, ok?”

Nathan smiled and took her hand again, practically pulling her along the dock. “Promise. Come on.”

They made their way to and boarded what Cyra, having no knowledge about things, assumed was a normal sized sailboat with a mostly blue base featuring wood accents and a flapping white sail. Nathan settled her on the bow and went to work casting off and adjusting the sail until they were drifting and then cruising out towards open water.

When not debating about asking for a life vest, Cyra bemoaned the ruin of her swept up hair that was rapidly being mussed by the wind. Though, when she caught sight of Nathan, deep in concentration, but with a huge grin on his face, she couldn’t help but think it was all worth it. He just looked so happy to have her there, so proud of his boat and his harbour.

When he got them stabilized, moving at a relaxed speed, he sat down next to her with a plop, draping his arm around her shoulders. “Beautiful, eh?”

Cyra joined him in gazing at the quaint little coastline that was getting smaller by the minute. It was a perfect night, warm, but not too humid, the sun still lingering and turning the skyline pink, the smell of salt and the sound of the ocean slapping against the boat. She had to agree with him. “Yeah, beautiful. I’ve never seen the town like this.”

“Told you there are things to do.” They shared a smile and then Nathan hopped up. “Wait here.” He ducked down into the cabin and returned with a picnic basket that he set at their feet. One by one he pulled out a bottle of red wine, a large cheese platter, a tupperware container of grapes, some of those fancy olives you get in the deli department of grocery stores, a loaf of crusty french bread, and a set of butter knives.

Cyra watched him open the wine and asked, “Glasses?”

His eyes went wide. “Damn.”

Laughing, Cyra grabbed the bottle from him and took a swig, wiping her mouth on her arm when she was done. “This works for me.”

He took it back from her and did the same. “Pure class, Denver, I like it.”

They ate cheese and bread, grapes and olives in between sips of wine and conversation filled with laughter. Considering who he was, Cyra was surprised that she found him so easy to talk to. He was humble and sweet, only wanting to talk about her or when she forced him to tell her something about his life he would speak of Cole Harbour and everything he loved about it, or about his family and friends who lived there. Occasionally he would pause to get up and fuss with one thing or another and make sure they stayed the course. When she brought up hockey, he changed the subject.

She asked him, “Does it bother you that I’m a fan?”

His voice bespoke of his shock at her question. “What? No, not at all. It’s just that I’m on summer break, Cyra. I like to have a little time to think about something other than hockey. It’s good to be out of the flow for a while.”

She nodded. “A temporary distraction. I can relate.”

He nudged her with an elbow. “You’re proving to be the best distraction yet.”

“Yeah? What can I say, it’s one of my many talents.”

“Tell me about some others you have.”

She saw the look in his eye and understood his subtext. “Maybe I’ll show you later.”

He moved closer, rested one hand on the boat behind her, the other on her thigh. “When the sun goes down?”

Cyra put her hand lightly over his. “Yeah, maybe. If you can wait that long.”

He jerked his head to the side. “The sun’s almost down, in case you didn’t notice.”

She hadn’t noticed so she tore her eyes away from his and watched the light fade towards the horizon. He was right, it was breathtaking. He joined her, taking hold of her hand and holding it in his lap as the sky turned from orange to purple to navy blue to black. Then, they tilted their heads back, watching the stars start to appear against the night above them. There was a light on the boat that made it possible to get around and the waves rocking against the boat were calm and soothing now.

“Look, the big dipper, you see it?”

Nathan tried to look where she was pointing, but couldn’t make out the shape. “I can never see anything up there.”

“A sea captain who can’t read the stars? You should be ashamed.”

“Sad, but true.” He watched her until she abandoned her stargazing and looked over at him. “Good date?”

She snuggled against him, shoulder to shoulder. “Great date. Best I’ve had in years.”

“You mind if I kiss you, Cyra?”

His sweet question asked with slight hesitation make her smile uncontrollably. “No, I don’t mind at all.”

His hand came up to cup her jaw and tilt her head slightly. His lips came down on hers gently and he pressed closed mouth kisses against them until Cyra opened up to moan. His hand slid to her neck as he pulled her closer and licked inside her mouth. She shifted towards him, their knees knocking together as she ran her hands up his chest before grasping the front of his t-shirt.

Nathan increased the intensity, stroking his tongue against hers quickly and becoming drunk on the sounds she was making. The angle, though, was frustrating and he needed more of her. Just as he was about to speak, she broke the kiss and stood. Climbing up, she straddled him and locked her arms together around his neck.

Breathlessly she asked, “Better?”

Nathan just nodded and went back to kissing her, their elevated breath mingling in close proximity as their mouths slotted and slid together. Cyra started to pump her hips slightly against him and it drove him wild, drawing a deep groan from his throat. He brought both hands to her thighs, just above her kneecaps, but below the hem of her dress.

“Oh, God…” Taking her exclamation against his lips as permission, he moved his hands higher on her smooth thighs, slipping under the thin material. Her moaning became more intense, her kiss more frantic, and she used both hands to knock off his cap so she could run her fingers through those glorious locks of his. The breeze off the ocean was cool against their flush skin.

Nathan’s hands moved higher still, until he reached around to grab two handfuls of her bare ass, which was soft and pliable under his palms as he kneaded it gratefully. Moving his mouth to her neck, he licked the summer sweat from her skin before nibbling her earlobe, his fingers pressing hard into the flesh of her ass. Cyra’s body rocked against his as her hands roamed down his back, trying to get closer anyway she could.

He used both hands to pull her more firmly against his lap, letting her feel his erection between them, now hard along the back of her thigh. Shifting on top of him, Cyra ground her hips down as she continue to kiss him through gasping breaths.

“Nate…”

HIs response came with hot breath against her neck. “Yeah, you wanna see the captain’s quarters, Denver?”

She started giggling and he removed his mouth from her neck to pull back and see her face. “I was gonna ask you take me to your house, but you wanna have sex on your boat?”

“Hell yeah. You’ll love it, promise.” He slapped her ass as she jumped up out of his lap.

He took both of her hands, leading her along as he walked backwards towards the cabin door. Inside the small space was a mini-fridge with a microwave on top, a storage closet and a twin sized bed covered in dark blue sheets bordered in gold. The clock was an anchor and the wallpaper was red and white striped. The two small, round windows on either side let in the glow from the moon and the outside light on the boat.

Nathan pulled her against his solid body and Cyra ran her hands up his sides over his shirt. “Goddamn, you feel so good, Nate.”

“Mmm-hmm. So do you.” He used one hand to pull off his shirt to expose his hairless and muscular torso. He was sweating already after their heated start and Cyra dragged her fingers over his clammy yet soft skin as his hands found her ass again and his lips went back to work against hers.

Reaching up, he starting pulling the bobby pins from her hair until it fell down her back. He moved her with his body until she hit the wall. Still exploring her mouth with his tongue he took hold of her wrists and slowly caressed his hands up her arms until he reached her chest and took a breast in each of his palms.

“Yes, oh, Christ.”

Smiling, he removed his hands from her and reached for the zipper under her armpit. When the bust of her dress loosened and fell, she was fully exposed with no bra on. “Mmm, that’s what I’m talking about.”

One heavy breast was cupped and lifted by his hand as he bent to lick at the other. Pulling her nipple into his mouth, he sucked slightly before lapping at the hard peak. Cyra shuddered underneath his ministrations and she stoked the back of his head to encourage him. He licked and sucked the nipple until it was bright red and tender. Then, he moved to the other. The moistness between her thighs increased until she felt her skin sticking together every time she shifted her legs. Nathan could practically smell her arousal, so he abandoned her nipples to go down on his knees, pulling the dress off her body, leaving her in flip flops and a tan thong.

Cyra watched as his fingers danced up her thighs until they grasped the sides of her panties to peel them down. She kicked off her sandals right before she nudged her undies off to one side with her foot. Nathan’s eyes were glued to her cunt, fully shaved and now glistening for him. Leaning against the wall with her hips jutted forward she spread her thighs and he parted her lips with two fingers.

“So wet for me, Denver. Did you really think you weren’t going to give me what I wanted?”

Her voice squeaked as her knees trembled. “No, I didn’t, not really.”

“That’s my girl.” The next thing she felt was his beard, rough and scratchy on the inside of her thighs and that alone was enough to force a moan from her open mouth. When his tongue licked through her wetness, she nearly collapsed, her legs feeling too weak to support her. Somehow she remained to stay standing and Nathan laved at her pussy, delving so deeply that his nose tickled her clit.

Squirming and whimpering under his mouth, Cyra closed her eyes and enjoyed him. His tongue flicking across her lips before sucking them into his mouth. When his teeth grazed her sensitive folds, she let out a little shout.

“You alright?”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t stop, please, Nate. I’m so close.”

Licking through her again, this time he circled her clit with the tip of his tongue before letting two fingers slip easily into her slick entrance. Clenching around his now spreading fingers, Cyra gyrated her hips against his face, trying to find breath. His tongue fluttered across her clit now, relentlessly stimulating the bundle of nerves until she came, her whole body quivering and pulling his fingers deeper.

“Nate, God, Nate!” Her thighs closed around his hand forcing it remain still, but he kept licking at her pussy as best he could, and then he simply kissed her naked mound.

Standing up, he kept his hands on her hips to keep her from falling over. When he kissed her, he shared the taste of her wetness across her tongue. He couldn’t wait any longer for her and his kiss was needy, sloppy. He turned them and tenderly pushed her towards the small bed.

Watching her recline, he started to undo his belt, but she came forward to help him, pulling out his cock before he could even shove his pants down.

Both of them let a “Fuck” slip out when she had her fingers wrapped around his hardness. Cyra grinned up at him. “Jinx.” He was wonderfully warm and throbbing her hand and he let her handle him as he slipped off his briefs and jeans. Just like the rest of his body, his cock was large, thick, and absolutely delicious looking. She leaned down and licked the tip of him slowly. Nathan let out a rough breath before backing away quickly.

“You can show me that talent some other time. Right now I need to feel you, Cyra.”

With a hand on each of her shoulders he pressed her back against the mattress and crawled on top. He took a moment to give her a sweet, lingering kiss, letting his cock rest against her stomach as his body overwhelmed her with its size. She was so much smaller than him and she felt tiny, almost helpless underneath him, but rather than being intimidating it was just sexy as hell.

Kissing him back, Cyra arched her back to press her breasts against his chest as her palms rested on his hips. She started to writhe beneath him, whimpering wantonly into their kiss until he reached down and guided himself between her folds, pressing only half way in.

Cyra threw her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. “Nate!”

“Yeah, how’s that?”

“So good…more, please.”

He cradled her cheek with one hand until she opened her eyes. He told her, “I’m a big man. You sure you can handle all that?” He was only half joking. Cyra was small and he had proved to be too much for several women in the past. In response, she lifted her head to kiss him and wiggled her hips down until she took all of him inside her, enjoying the stretch of her pussy around him. In between satisfied groans, Nathan laughed. “Oh, yeah, that’s my girl alright. You might be little, but you take it like champ.”

“Gimme my trophy later, just fuck me, please.”

“Mmm, gladly.” He started to move, giving her short, shallow thrusts to break her in, get her used to his girth. He could almost feel her grow even more wet and slippery around him and he started to speed up then, pulling back and pumping his hips between hers aggressively.

With every stroke their breathing increased even more until Cyra was gasping and Nathan sounded like he had just finished too long of shift on the ice. But it only increased his desire for her and he sped up even more, straightening his arms until the only part of his body touching hers was his cock burrowing into her warm.

He used this leverage to delve deeper, drawing circles with his hips and making Cyra rowdy with passion. She grabbed his massive biceps, squeezing him and holding on as his cock drove home again and again. It seemed like he set a rhythm that matched the swaying of the boat and whether or not it was intentional, it only served to increase her pleasure.

Pounding his hips between her widespread legs shook that poor bed so much that Nathan was afraid it might collapse underneath them. He’d had women on it before, but none like Cyra, none he wanted to please as much as he wanted to please her and that drove him on.

Hooking her ankles together behind his back, Cyra smiled up at him, loving how wild his hair was now, sticking up at all angles, falling across his forehead as a sweaty mess. Running her fingers through it, she slick the locks backs, only to watch them fall again as he kept fucking her, driving his cock into her softness. She felt him against her g-spot with every stroke and the weight of his body, his bulk was pushing her toward the edge again.

She came up on her elbows, pulling his head down with a hand on the back of his neck. Their lips met in a slow kiss that contrasted sharply with the quickened pace of their fucking. When Cyra let her head fall back, Nathan’s mouth sought out her neck, kissing, licking, biting. He brought a hand between him and his thumb found her clit. Cyra let out an appreciative moan and whispered his name.

“Look at me, Denver.” She managed to lift her head, her mouth wide open, but releasing no sound but her gasping breath. His smile was sweet and innocent and Cyra remembered just then that he was so young.

“How are you this good? You’re just a baby.”

“A baby who's about to make you come again. Right?”

“Yes…yes…oh my God…Nate…yes!” She started to come, her walls pulling at his cock so strongly that it was almost hard for him to thrust into her.

Before she was done, he joined her, his cock pulsing deep within her. He rubbed at her clit until her skin stopped vibrating and her body lay still. He put his full weight back on top of her and gave her an indulgent kiss.

Their bodies eventually fell apart and somehow both of them fit side by side on the bed, though just barely. Cyra said to him, “I have to tell you something. I have imagined this…a few times, but in my dreams you were never this good.”

Nathan laughed and rubbed his chest. “You telling me I was your fantasy boy?”

“Don’t look so smug. Half the Avs roster has been at some point. We’ve got a good looking team in Denver.”

“That’s cool, I’m secure in myself. I know I rocked your world and that’s good enough for me.”

It was Cyra’s turn to laugh. “You’re so chill, Nate.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It’s not, it’s quite nice actually.” She turned towards him, throwing a leg over one of his bulky thighs.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Work until noon, but that’s about it.”

“You want me to show you some other stuff to do in Cole Harbour?”

“Will it involve multiple orgasms?”

“It can if you want it to.”

She kissed his shoulder. “Then count me in.”

The summer was long and hot, in more ways than one. And while Nathan showed Cyra all the things he liked to do in that sleepy little town, she showed him a few of her other talents.

Notes

I just really wanted some Nathan MacKinnon porn and was sad that no one was writing any. I adore him, but am also much older than him, hence the age difference in the story.