One Shots

“Hey, earth to Segs, what the fuck is going on with you?”

Tyler looked around and was for some reason surprised to find himself in the Stars’ locker room with Jamie Benn slapping his thigh. “What?”

Jamie shook his head. “Where is your head at, man?”

Tyler knew exactly where his head was at, at least in his daydreams, it was nestled between Mariella’s thighs and she was panting out his name, screaming obscenities in Italian.

Three more days.

“Sorry. I’m here.” It was the second intermission of a brutal game against the Blues and his team was down. He should have been thinking about the next period, about the fact that his goalless streak had gone on for far too long. And yet, the only thing on his mind was the fact that in three days the Stars were going to be in New York and he was going to be inside Mariella again, finally.

Their time together had been too short, just a few weeks of unfathomable bliss before she had to return to New York, to her job at Vogue, to her husband. Soon to be ex-husband, he quickly corrected himself. They had made no promises, had no discussion about a relationship. With his career keeping him in Dallas half the time and on the road the other half, there was no way they could have made it work.

Still, they had kept in touch, occasionally enjoying each other over the phone, but both of them were busy, with jobs, friends, and Tyler with other women. Mariella knew what he was up to, he had been entirely honest with her, but when she found out about his trip to New York, she had made him promise, no other girls the week before he came.

“I don’t care who you fuck, but when you come to see me I want at least a week of cleanliness before hand. I don’t want to feel like I’m eating some other woman’s pussy when I suck your dick.”

Tyler had figured that was fair and the image of her lips wrapped around his cock was good enough to get him to agree to anything. But for a man used to getting laid regularly, a week without it felt like a long time. He considered that maybe she wanted him sex-starved and ravenous for release by the time he got there. Well, whether she wanted it or not, that was what she was gonna get.

The Stars lost to the Blues and Tyler knew it was partly his fault. His passes were sloppy, no pep in his step, and he couldn’t score a goal to save his life. He wondered if it was his distracted mind or just one of those slumps that all players and teams go through at one point in the season. One thing was clear, he needed to get to New York to work out some of his frustration on Mariella.

Back in the Big Apple, the next day Mariella sat with her back to her desk looking out the window at the river below, thinking about Tyler. It was silly, absolutely ridiculous that she was this excited to see him again, but she was. She told herself it was the amazing sex she was looking forward to, but if she were being honest, she also just missed him smile, the ease with which me made her laugh, and, of course, his dogs, who sadly would not be making the trip with him.

Sighing, ready to turn around and return to work, her secretary buzzed her. “Yes?”

“I have a Mr. Seguin holding on one for you.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Don’t forget you have a three o’clock with Clara.”

“I know, thank you, Jessica.”

She picked up the line with a grin. “This is Ms. Bellatoni, how can I help you?”

“Oh, baby, I’ll tell you how you can help me.”

“And how might I do that, Mr. Seguin?”

“Let me slide my cock down your throat before you spread your legs and let me destroy that delicious pussy of yours.”

Mariella muffled a laugh against her hand. “Well, then. My place or yours?”

“Yours, you free tomorrow, say around one a.m.?”

“What, do you plan to fuck me the minute you get off the plane?”

“Pretty much, yeah. You down with that?”

“I could be persuaded.”

“And what sort of convincing do you need?”

“Tell me more about what you plan to do with my pussy when you get here.”

Now it was Tyler laughing in her ear. “You want me to talk dirty to you at work?”

“You started it already.”

“Are you gonna end it?”

“Hold on.” Mariella knew her door was locked, but she got up to check it anyway. Honestly, she had gotten moist the second Jessica told her Tyler was on the phone and just hearing his voice was enough to get her off these days. But the thought of touching herself to his filthy mouth right there at her desk, well, that was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

She returned to her desk and spun around to face the window again. “Alright, you start, I’ll finish.”

“You’re serious?”

Mariella unbuttoned her cardigan and kneaded one breast over her camisole. “I am. Where’s your hand right now?”

“Uh, well, now you've made me put it on my dick, you nasty Italian.”

“And if you were here? Where would it be?”

“Sliding up your thigh under your skirt as I kneel in front of you.”

She smiled and put her own hand on her knee, spreading her legs as she moved it up her thigh slowly. “How did you know I was in a skirt?”

“I’ve never seen you in pants, not once. And that’s beautiful.”

“Easy access?”

His breathing was already labored when he responded, “Yeah. Ella…goddamn I miss your body.”

“Mmm, me too, but don’t try to pretend you’ve been lonely without me.”

“A week is a long time. And those girls aren’t you.”

“You spoil me with those kind words, Tyler.” Her hand cupped her pussy under her skirt, but over her panties. “Keeping going. What else?”

“God, I just wanna lick you, feel you shake against my lips. For days, not even hours.”

“Christ, me too. I want to feel your cock harden in my mouth.”

“Fuck.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“You know, you make me so hard, Ella. Harder than I’ve ever been, just thinking about you.”

“Stroke it for me. Come for me, Tyler.” Mariella was already nearly there by the time she slipped two fingers through the side of her panties and found her clit.

“I will, so close. When I get to New York, I’m gonna make you come so hard you can’t see straight. Bury my dick so deep it hurts when I pull out. Fuck you so hard you’re gonna be sore for a week. Ella?”

While he had been busy describing what he was planning to do, she was busy picturing it and she came quietly, biting her lip and squeezing her thighs together. “Yeah, sorry. I’m here.” She giggled while still panting. “I finished it.”

Tyler, miles away in Dallas, just laughed. “Go back to work. I’ll call you when we land.”

“Did you come?”

“No, but I’m so fucking horny I’ll finish in two second when I take a shower.”

“That’s what I like about you, Tyler. You’re nothing but a giver.”

“I’ll be taking plenty when I get there. Bye.”

Tyler did call, only it was a day too soon and only to tell her he would not be coming to New York because he’d be having surgery on his torn achilles.

“Oh, baby, are you alright?”

“I’ll survive, but I can’t come see you.”

“I’m not worried about that. When can you play again?”

“Three weeks, a month, maybe longer. I don’t know.”

He sounded so downtrodden, so disappointed in everything that it nearly broke her heart. “Well, at least you’ll have the best doctors taking care of you.”

“Yeah, that’s something. Ella…can you come down here? Even just for a day?”

She spoke to him gently. “Tyler, you know I would, but I have obligations in New York. I can’t just -”

“I know you can’t, just forget it. I gotta go.”

“Come on, don’t do that.”

“I’m not doing anything. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung and only then admitted to himself he was acting like a child, pouting because he couldn’t have the plaything he wanted right when he wanted it.

On her end, Mariella set her phone down on her desk and drummed her fingers on the back of it for a moment, debating about her options. She got up and went to see her boss.

A week later, she rang the doorbell on Tyler’s home and waited on the stoop, overnight bag clutched in both hands in front of her. Not Tyler, but a tall, thickly built dark haired man answered the door.

“Hello. I’m here to see Tyler.”

The man eyed her up. “You are…?”

Mariella raised one eyebrow and looked him up and down in turn. “Not that it’s your business, but my name is Mariella Bellatoni. I’m a friend of Tyler's. Is he in or shall I come back at another time?”

Before he could answer, a voice called out from behind him. “Ella?”

She pushed the man aside with a hand on his chest and stepped through the door, greeted by Tyler’s shocked smile and the dogs jumping all over her. “Hello, my darling. Surprised to see me?”

Tyler had his healing leg bent and resting on a little scooter that was helping him get around. He let go of the handles to hold out his arms. “Hell yeah I am. Come here.”

He pulled her in for a massive hug as she dropped her bag on the floor and the dogs circled their legs. The man who answered the door stood off the side with his arms crossed over his chest. Tyler squeezed her close, putting his nose against her skin to breath her in. He mumbled against her neck, “I missed you, God, so much.”

A cleared throat brought them both back to the moment. Tyler let her go and made introductions. “Jamie, this is Ella that I was telling you about. Ella, Jamie Benn.”

“Pleasure.”

“What brings you to Dallas, Mariella?”

The disdain from him was palpable and it nearly made Mariella laugh. What was his problem, anyway? “What do you think brought me?”

“Well -”

“I’ll talk to you later, Jamie, okay?” Tyler gave him a look complete with pleading eyes.

“Yeah, alright.” Jamie was gone with a slam of the door and Mariella was back in Tyler’s arms as he nearly stumbled trying to keep his leg on the scooter.

She giggled against his mouth. “You’re going to hurt yourself even worse.”

“Let’s go to bed then. I’m supposed to horizontal most of the time anyway.”

She smiled as he wiggled his eyebrows at her, thinking about how much she missed this ridiculous man. “Let’s go then.” She took his hand and said to the dogs. “Come along, darlings. Your daddy needs his rest.”

“I wanted just you in bed, not the dogs.”

“Too bad, I missed them too much to suffer your company without them.”

The four of them hobbled along with Tyler up the stairs towards his bedroom. When he landed on the bed, he collapsed in exhaustion and Mariella gave him a worried look that he waved off.

“I’m fine. It’s just hard to get around. I have plenty of energy for other things.”

“I’ll bet. Lie down. I’ll take care of everything.”

She settled him in the bed, head against the pillows, nestled on top of the plush comforter. Methodically she went about taking his clothes off, stripping him down to a pair of black boxer briefs. His erection was obvious and Mariella leaned over him, one hand on the bed, the other rubbing along his shaft.

“Poor baby. None of your girls in Dallas could come take care of this for you?”

“Ugh, Ella, stop teasing me and get your ass in bed.”

He stuck his hand under her short, lacy white skirt, groping randomly between her legs. She closed her thighs around his hands and leaned down a little closer. “Sweet boy, stuck in bed all this time with no one to keep him company. You want me to fix that? Make you feel so good?”

“You fucking know I do. Come on.”

Mariella loosened her legs and let him slide his hand along her pussy over her panties that were starting to dampen. Bending down even more she pressed a brief kiss on the corner of his mouth and then back away from the bed entirely.

“When was the last time the dogs went out?”

“Stop fucking around, Ella. Come back here.”

She petted the boys on their heads. “You need a walk? I think so. Tell your daddy you need a walk.”

Obediently Cash let out a muffled woof and Tyler had never felt so betrayed. “Thanks, Cash, you’re a real pal.”

Mariella was halfway out his bedroom door when he realized she was serious. “Wait, wait, for real? You’re telling me I’m being cock blocked by my own sons?”

“Looks like it. We’ll be back. Take a nap, save your strength. You’re gonna need it.”

With a wink, she and the dogs were gone, down the stairs and then out the back door that Tyler heard close. He laid in bed on his back, staring the ceiling, trying not to seethe. He figured she would just take them in the yard, but when they weren’t back after ten minutes, he almost threw his phone against the wall in frustration.

Another ten minutes past. Then another. By the time an hour had gone by, Tyler had stopped being angry and was now just worried. He called her several times, but she didn’t pick up. What if something had happened to them? Or she got lost? She knew Dallas a little, but not well. He was a mess of emotions: honry, annoyed, worried, and also, he admitted to himself, tired. He was still feeling too much of everything when he fell asleep.

He was awoken to the feeling of Mariella’s mouth on his cock. He was half-hard, having lost his erection in his sleep, but she was rapidly bring it back along her tongue. His boxer briefs were gone, but she was still fully clothed in that short skirt and a bright yellow t-shirt that was tighter than sin.

He jutted his hips to let her know he was awake and she pulled off his cock to smile up at him. “Nice nap?”

“You were gone long enough.”

She grinned wickedly as she worked his cock even harder with her hands. “I knew it would take you a while to fall asleep. You’re healing, you need rest.”

Tyler was still annoyed and it showed through in his voice. “I need you, Ella. I can’t believe you flew a thousand plus miles to walk my dogs.”

“Can’t you? I love them very much.”

His heart softened at hearing that. She was always asking him to send pictures of the boys, but he never realized how much they meant to her. He knew she had lost a canine child recently and she had clearly become attached to the boys. He supposed he could forgive the blatant cock blocking on those affectionate grounds.

His tone softened and he smiled. “I forgive you then. Boys walked, fed, happy?”

She started to crawl up his body, an arm and knee on either side of his big body make her thighs spread wide around him. “Yes. The boys are all taken care of and napping on the couch. What does the big baby of the house need?”

His hands found her thighs and slid up under her skirt. “I’ll give you one guess.” His fingers sought out her wet heat and was surprised to find her bare. “Ella…did you lose your panties on that walk?”

“Somewhere along the line, I suppose. Don’t tell me you’re disappointed.”

“Hell no.” Their smiling slips met in a kiss that was deep and intense right off the bat. He couldn’t decide what he wanted more, to feel her pussy clench around his fingers or to stroke that lovely dark hair that was falling around them as he leaned over.

He settled on both, slipping two fingers into her channel slowly and reaching up to thread his fingers in her locks and then massaging her scalp lightly. She groaned and it made him lick needily at her mouth. She started to circle her hips, pressing back to take his fingers deeper.

He was happy to oblige, adding a third and pressing in hard until his palm made contact with her lips. “Mmm, Tyler…let me fuck you.”

“Not yet. Come up here.”

He pulled his fingers out and grabbed her by the hips as she shimmied up his body just as he scooted down. She reached to pull off her skirt, but he stopped her. “Leave it on.”

“What are you -”

“Just come here, sit on my chest.”

“Tyler, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Ella, I’m a fucking hockey player, this body isn’t just for show. Get your ass up here.”

Tyler forced his arms between his body and her legs, hooking his arms around her thighs and hauling her up as she dragged her wet pussy all along his chest. She settled with her ass resting on his pecs, his chin nearly pressed against her pussy as he kept his arms around her thighs, pressing his fingertips into her flesh there that gave way easily.

His grin was almost predatory. “Now lift up your skirt.”

She pulled the flimsy fabric free and his long tongue come out to lick through her immediately. “Oh, God, yes, Tyler.”

Her body had a mind of its own, forcing her up to press herself against his mouth and move his lips against her lower ones and his tongue inside her pussy. Tyler groaned against her, grabbed her thighs a little tighter, flicked his tongue along her walls.

She let her skirt fall, she had no choice. She fell forward with her hands on the wall over the bed because she needed something to hold onto as she started to ride his face. In the shade of her skirt, with nothing in front of him but that beautiful pussy, he worked hard to make her scream.

His rough scruff started to rub her thighs raw in no time. As her skin burned, so too did her pussy. With his breath against her as well, the little tent of her skirt made Tyler sweat worse than a ten mile run. He kept working her with his mouth surrounded by the wet heat and still ravenous for more.

Using only his tongue, he fucked her as she rocked her hips against his face and then he moved to flutter the purely magical thing along her clit until she came with a shout. She sat back onto his chest, but he wasn’t done. He grabbed her thighs again, forced her swollen, throbbing pussy against his lips and went right back to work.

This time, he harassed her clit non-stop, pressing into her deep folds to seek out the nub that rose up to meet him with every pass of his tongue.

“Tyler…you’re going to fucking kill me.”

He was really just waiting for her to start cursing in Italian and he wouldn’t stop until he heard what he was waiting for. He would never tell her this of course, so he just grunted, holding her down and forcing her to take it all.

She came again, squeaking out moans as she banged her balled up fists against the wall. She rode his face through it, rubbing his beard even more against her inner thighs that were sure to be bright red when they were done.

Again, she tried to pull away, but again he pulled her back. He was dripping sweat now, still trapped under her skirt, but he wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted from her.

Mariella’s body was so electric that every pass of his tongue made her shake and flinch as if she were shocked. She tried to pull away, but at the same time pressed forward. She was sore and her quads were trembling from the exaggeration, but Tyler held strong and supported her when she started to droop.

Her voice was weak, ragged, hardly louder than a whisper. “Signore in cielo, tu sei così buono. Amo la bocca , amo il tuo cazzo. Tyler…per favore… “

He grinned with pride and licked her faster until she came a third time, nearly sobbing through it as he finally let go and let her fall back with her head between his legs.

He tenderly rubbed her shins as she threw an arm over her eyes to gather herself. “My God, Tyler. You’re too much.”

“I warned you on the phone that I wanted to taste you for days. You’re lucky I stopped when I did.”

She hoisted herself upright, pressing her core against those wonderfully hard abs and leaning down to kiss his wet, pungent mouth. His beard was still moist with her and it now rubbed her cheeks and chin, making them almost as raw as her thighs still felt.

Mariella started to writhe around on top of him, rubbing her pussy against the hardness of her body and feeling as if she could come again just from that. Some other time, maybe, Tyler had other plans.

Without breaking the kiss, he pushed her hips down until he felt her slicked up slit settle along the length of his cock, making both of them moan.

“Are you trying to tell me something, darling?”

“Yeah, please fuck me, Ella, before I die.”

Skillfully, she lifted her hips, shifting around until she felt the head of his cock pop inside her entrance. Tyler tried to keep kissing her, but his head fell back, his eyes rolling closed as he gripped her hips. “Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby. Ride me.”

Painfully slow, she inched down his cock, gradually taking more and more of him. Halfway down, she stopped and came back up, leaving just the tip of him inside. She started again, inching down a little of his length at a time until finally she felt him deep and her hips settled against his.

With their pelvis bones touching, she gave him a little twist, letting his thickness rub her walls and press against her g-spot.

“Tyler…I missed this.”

Tyler was breathless, making his sassy retort sound less harsh. “You made me wait long enough for it.”

Mariella giggled as she laid her chest against his, reaching up and lacing her fingers together on top of his head as her hips worked him hard. “Such a big baby, my darling. I’m fucking you now and isn’t it good?”

He went to answer, but she squeezed him with her walls and it made his vision blur when his eyes snapped open. His mouth was agape, but he did manage to nod and then finally say, “Yeah, yeah, good…”

“Tell me how you want it, like this?” She bounced up and down on his cock, slamming their hips together before peeling off of him to pull back, then starting again.

“Fuck, that’s nice.”

“Or like this?” She did the same thing, riding him, raising only her hips, but swirling them when the tip of rested at the edge of her entrance and then pressing down again.

“That’s perfect…Ella…however you want. It’s fucking good.”

Smiling, she sat up and put her hands on his firm chest, working him with gyrating hips, teasing him with tiny thrusts and circles as he panted underneath her. He wanted to touch her, had been thinking about getting his hands on her for weeks, but she was too good, he was overcome with the feel of her.

His arms rested at his side, his hands slightly elevated like he wanted so badly to feel her skin, but just couldn’t muster the energy. She saw him struggling and pressed their palms together, pushing the backs of his hands against the bed as she leaned over him.

She brought her mouth to his neck sucking at the tight skin there until she could feel it pucker and redden under her lips.

“Ugh, Ella…fuck.”

“Mmm, come inside me. I want to feel that. Been too long.”

She lift and lowered on top of his shaft until she felt bursts of come painting her walls white, warming her entire body from the inside out. When he was done, his hands released hers and he went limp, not even moving as she rolled off and to his side.

Tenderly, she kissed his shoulder as he came down and ran her hand up and down his muscular body. When he was able to, he looked over at her.

“You didn’t come.”

“I came plenty already today. Just relax, we’ve got time.”

He was shocked he hadn’t think to ask this earlier. “How long are you staying?”

“Tonight, tomorrow. I fly home tomorrow night.”

He used one finger to chase away a bead of sweat on her forehead. “Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me.”

“Ah, well, you know, I missed the dogs.”

Her shy smile told him all he needed to know and he cupped her jaw, bringing her in close for a kiss. “Yeah, sure, it was the dogs you missed…”

Notes

This one took so long because I tried writing about them together in New York, but it just would not flow for me. Mariella coming to take care of him was supposed to be my part three, but here it is in part two because of my writer’s block.Part three has been requested, so hopefully that will come together nicely.