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One Shots

Sharp Dressed Man

(According to the internet, ‘kulta’ means ‘gold’ in Finnish and is used as a term of endearment. Feel free to comment if that is false!)

Pekka stood on the elevated platform in front of the three mirrors set up in his tailor's shop. Running his hands down the front of the trousers he took in the completed look. “Hmm…I don’t know about this color. Rose, what do you think?”

He turned to look at his girlfriend who was sitting on a bench off to one side. Her chin was resting in her hands, her elbows on her knees, and she looked about ready to fall asleep. Her voice was bordering on annoyed when she answered, “What?”

Pekka smiled at her; the poor thing had been so patient all day and he would have to repay her later for that later. Right now he said, “The suit, kulta, you like the color? Or no?”

Rose stood to come get a closer look. She was trying, she really was, but Pekka liked shopping for clothes even more than she did and after a few hours of this, she was about ready to throw in the towel. She focused on the color and made a face when she looked up at him. “Is this different from the one you had on twenty minutes ago?”

The tailor answered with snide tone. “Quite so. This is a soft grey, the other was a medium.”

Rose rolled her eyes at him and Pekka nearly laughed aloud. “Well, pardon me, good sir. I don’t know, Peks, whatever you think. All the greys are the same to me. In fact, all your suits look identical.”

“Actually, madam, all my suits are -”

Rose held up her hand to stop him from carrying on. “I’m sure they’re all special snowflakes, I meant no offense.” She looked up at Pekka with pleading eyes. “Can you just pick something and be done so we can get out of here? I’m exhausted.”

“Of course, my darling Rose. Let me just try on the other so I can compare the colors. Then we will make the markings for the modifications, then we can go.”

“That’s probably the best I’m gonna get so…” Sitting back, she watched Pekka head down the hall and then duck into the dressing room while the tailor went to greet another man who had just entered the shop.

She strummed her fingers on her thigh and sighed. Bored, she was just so damn bored with all of this. Although, the man did know how to rock a suit, so it wasn’t all bad. And she knew the tailor made them fit his tall, lean body perfectly, so she should in a way be grateful to him for that. Still, she wished she didn’t need to be part of this whole charade. If only there was some way to liven things up a bit…

Sweet Rose grinned when a very sassy idea passed through her mind. Checking to see that the tailor was still engaged with the other man, which he was, she then sprinted down the hall until she found Pekka’s door, knocking on it softly.

“One moment, please, Louis.”

“It’s Rose.”

Pekka pulled open the door, standing there shirtless with his medium grey trousers slung low on his narrow waist. She put a hand on his toned chest and pushed him back into the dressing room. With a smile he asked, “What are you doing, kulta?”

“I need a distraction. Kiss me.”

Instead he said, “You shouldn't be back here. Louis doesn’t allow women in the dressing rooms.”

“Your tailor really gets on my nerves, Peks, to be honest. I don’t care what he allows.”

Rose put her mouth on Pekka’s long neck as her hands ran over his tightly pulled abs. Closing his eyes for a moment, he let her kiss along his skin until she reached a nipple that she promptly bit. He tried to reason with her, half-heartedly. “Rose, you need to leave. This is not the place.”

Her hands were undoing his pants and he made no move to stop her. “I’ll be quick, promise.”

“What -”

Rose went to her knees, gripping his thighs with both hands. “Just let me have this, ok? I’m so fucking bored.”

He smiled and sunk his fingers into her golden yellow locks, pulling her face closer to his crotch. “You can have anything you want from me, especially that.”

“Halleluia.” Abandoning his thighs, she got his pants and boxers pulled around his knees before she mouthed his flaccid length.

Even soft he was more than enough, but she fit his entirety inside her mouth. The member was gumming and bendy for only a few seconds as he then started to become stiff. When he became more aroused, she felt the blood rush under his skin and harden him slowly, filling her mouth more and more, inch by inch.

As he expanded along her tongue, Rose pulled back and sucked at the tip as he moaned quietly. His hand returned to the back of her head, pulling her closer, forcing more of his cock between her lips.

He smiled down at her when she looked up and met his eyes. “One thing I always liked about American girls, you have an unquenchable sense of adventure.”

Rose worked the base of his shaft with her hand as she swirled her tongue around the tip of him. “And I like this about European men, you’re hung like nobody’s business.”

She let out a grunt of appreciation and swallowed him down again. Pekka chuckled softly and leaned back against the mirror on the wall of the dressing room, jutting his hips forward and pumping them slightly.

He felt her teeth gently drag across his shaft and he let out a low moan. The knock on the door startled them both. Rose pulled back, but kept his shaft nestled in one loose fist.

“Mr. Rinne, do you need assistance?”

“No, no Louis, I’ll be along in a moment.”

“Very good. And did you know that your Rose left?”

He looked down at the woman on her knees in front of him and tried not to laugh as she grinned and returned her mouth around his cock. “Yes, she had to take care of something for me.”

“Alright. Give a shout if you need anything.”

“I will…thank you, Louis.”

Rose heard him walk away and she was back at it, deep throating him as far as she could and then paying close attention to his bulging and sensitive head. She heard other men walk by, chatting quietly behind thin walls and it spurred her on even more. She thought about what these wealthy men would say if she caught her on her knees sucking Pekka off in the dressroom of an exclusive tailor. Then again, she figured she probably wasn’t the first woman to service a man back here and she smiled at the thought.

Part of her wanted to make Pekka forget himself, scream out for her, get them in trouble. He was always so collected and proper in public; she wanted to see him get a little wild. Cupping his balls in one hand, she increased her efforts, flicking her tongue over his hole and then sucking hard with the flat of her tongue on his shaft.

He was breathing erratically, practically pulling her hair, but still he was quiet. So, she sped up, bobbing her head at a crazy pace until she thought he might burst and then slowing abruptly, even removing her mouth to stroke with him with both hands.

“Rose…you told me you’d be quick.”

“Changed my mind. I like having you on the edge.”

He tisked at her. “You shouldn’t play games that you know I’ll win.”

He bent his tall frame in half, grabbing her shoulders. He shoved her along, her knees scraping against the floor until they were flipped and her back was the one against the mirror.

With his hands braced, smudging the glass, Pekka pressed forward. As his cock hit and then slid down the back her throat, her head snapped back, hitting the mirror. Still fucking her mouth, he moved his hand to the back of her head to protect her as he hips pistoned in front of her face.

With him in control of the movement now, Rose brought her hands up and squeezed his flexing ass. Then, her fingers found his torso, caressing his hard body and moaning around his cock.

“That’s right, you love the taste of me, don’t you?”

Rose could only nod and try her best to remember to breath through her nose.

Pekka swore quietly and she knew he was close now. “Take it, take all of me. Swallow it like a good girl.”

His hips increased their pace, forcing his cock down her throat until he stilled and held her head in place as he came. She felt him release and swallowed him down, releasing a gasp when he finally stepped back panting.

Slinking down to sit on the floor, she watched him calmly pull up his pants and pull on his dress shirt. She stood to help him button it up and he worked on the cuffs. After he slipped on the suit coat, he kissed her softly. “Thank you, kulta. Stay here, come out in a minute when I have Louis distracted.”

“You’re not even gonna offer to get me off?”

“I’m not bored, which means you can wait. And I think I changed my mind as well, I think I’ll try on some other suits, since we’re already here.”

Rose opened her mouth to argue, but he kissed her again and she knew there was no point. He would get his way, pay her back for trying to get the best of him. So, she just kissed him and sighed, figuring she would pass the time by thinking of other naughty things they would do when he finally decided they were done.

Notes

Comments

So it would be nice to have a sequel to this!

Polarvortex Polarvortex
10/8/20

If you decide to do these again, can you have a Braden Holtby story? Name: Kelly, Premise is that she gives him an X-rated surprise when he gets home from winning the cup in Vegas. Rough and filthy please!

hockeyyy hockeyyy
6/12/18

Can you write a chapter with John Tortorella and any player

Lmarina2000 Lmarina2000
4/11/18

damn that was hot

TangersGirl58 TangersGirl58
7/28/17

if you are still doing requests

Kris Letang Pittsburgh Penguins to this song http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/elliegoulding/lovemelikeyoudo.html

Thanks

TangersGirl58 TangersGirl58
7/28/17