One Shots

(If you’re interested, this is the girl I was thinking of for Chloe, because damn she fine!)

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One time, at the dawn of a mid-April morning, I woke up in a pile of hockey players. James Neal and Ryan Johansen, to be more specific. And my first thought as I sat up and looked at them was, no one is ever, EVER going to believe this shit actually happened.

Let me back up. Hello, my name is Chloe and I’m addicted to hockey. Hence why I took the at times demoralizing job of a cheerleader with the Anaheim Ducks. Oh, right, sorry, not cheerleader, Power Player - yowzah! What can I say? Getting paid to see all the Ducks home games seemed like a fair tradeoff for wearing skimpy outfits and shaking my ass a little.

I digress, I was talking about Neal and Johansen and how it is that I found myself in several compromising positions with the two of them. It started quite simply, with the Preds ending the season in the first wild card slot and the Ducks finishing first in the Pacific Division. This brought those beautiful Nashville boys to my city for a few rounds of that good old hockey game. This is where I come in.

NHL players aren’t allowed to fraternize with other team staff, including Power Players. However, that usually only applies internally. At least, indiscretions are more quickly forgiven when you’re not shitting where you eat. My journey to the mess I woke up in started with Ryan, or Joey as he told me to call him.

We ran into other, literally, in the depths of the arena between periods of the first game. I apologized for bumping into him and tried to move away. He, however, grabbed my arm and asked my name. I gave it to him, which was my first mistake. Hearing the sound of it come from between his lips made me feel like a traitor, to my team and my city, because it had me about ready to stop, drop, and roll onto my back to let him fuck me right then and there.

He said he had to go, but he asked for my number first. I scolded him half-heartedly, telling him that was very much against the rules.

“I’ve never really liked rules that much. Come on, Chloe. I think we could have some fun together.” His meaning was clear; this was not a man looking for a date, this was a hockey player looking for casual sex.

An goddamn fucking right we could have some fun, that much was clear from the start. The man is gorgeous, but you probably already know that, so I won’t waste your time reiterating the obvious facts of his appeal. Still, I had to play at least a little hard to get; this guy played for the team that my team was currently trying to knock out of the first round. I gave him my Twitter handle instead, telling him, “If you guys survive to a game seven, I’ll show you and your boyfriend a little bit of fun.”

“My boyfriend?”

“Yeah, you know, that cutie you always seem to be accosting after he scores a goal.”

He laughed out, “Nealer? Yeah, alright. Deal. What if we sweep the Ducks?”

“Well, shit, Joey, if you manage to do that, I’ll fly to Nashville and keep my word there.”

Flirty, nasty, totally inappropriate, much like I am in general, I have to admit. But it left him walking away from me with a smile plastered to his face. Honestly, I never expected a game seven or to even hear from Joey again. The man probably flirted with every pretty girl that walked by, slept with most of those, and never spoke to them again. No judgment, that’s just the vibe I got from him.

The Preds went up 2-0 in the series, beating the Ducks twice at home. Then, they lost three in a row, sending it back to Nashville for a game six. The Preds won that in decisive fashion. And of course, Joey had to assist Neal on a fucking perfect goal that was so beautiful it actually turned me on a little. (Yes, I know, traitor like the day is long, but hot damn, it was sexy.) The two of them worked so well together on the ice. Naturally, this led to thoughts of them working well together in my bed. Still, even when later that night Joey direct messaged me on Twitter, I didn’t think this was a thing that was going to actually happen.

Even when he was knocking on my door with Neal standing a foot behind, it still didn’t feel real. When the two of them ended up sitting on my bed in nothing but their boxers, both of them staring at me hard, then it started to feel real.

If I can just take a moment to point out that if you think James Neal is fucking hot, you’re absolutely right, he is. However, if you’ve only seen him on the ice or through a computer screen, I can tell you that nothing compares to seeing him up close, in the flesh, smiling like he can’t wait to get to you naked. And the two of them together? Shit, I was wet from the word go, no touching needed.

I’m not shy, obviously, but the intensity of the combo of them had me feeling almost a little unnerved. It wasn’t my first rodeo, mind you, but it was my first time with two professional hockey players build like a matching set of brick houses. Neal’s arms alone nearly had me fighting for air at the sight of them and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

I pulled my summer dress over my head and stood before them in my lingerie, cute, pink, and lacy. “You boys done this before?”

Neal nodded, but Joey just answered with a knowing smile, saying, “Come here, darling.”

When I walked over, Joey twirled a large chunk of my long, dark hair around his fingers and tugged gently until we were face to face, my hands resting on his thighs. His mouth mere inches from mine, I moved closer, but he just pulled back, teasing me a little. “Put this up. I don’t want anything to get in the way.”

He released my hair and I went to find a tie for it, pulling it up into a big bun that I secured as best I could. While I was doing that, Neal stood, still silent when he circled around me once and then pressed himself against my back.

With my hands still working on my hair, he put his hands on my body, stroking his palms across my skin and over my breasts still covered by my bra. With my hair done up, I lowered my arms and reached back to cradle his hips and draw him closer to me.

I felt him drag his bottom lip along my neck before closing his mouth in a wispy kiss on the tender skin there. He did it again, jutting his tongue out now as well. At the same time, he kept one hand on a breast and moved the other lower, sinking down until he reached the edge of my panties. He remained the strong silent type and that made it even sexier, the unspoken agreement of how things were going to start.

His long fingers moved under the thin fabric so slowly it felt like hours had passed by the time I felt the pads of his fingers on my freshly shaved mound. Once there, however, he wasted no time sinking lower to cup his palm over my pussy, pressing against my lips that were already slick for him, for them, making me writhe against him.

Joey watched, leaning back on the bed on his palms, grinning as usual. I kept my eyes locked on Joey’s and when Neal used two fingers to probe through my folds and then slip easily inside me, I let out a wanton moan. I rubbed my ass against his erection I could feel behind me and also moved my hips down to help work his fingers. He snickered a little at my enthusiasm, but then went right back to kissing my neck.

When I looked back at Joey, he had shed his boxers and was stroking his lovely cock with both hands. I licked my lips at the sight of it there all thick and inviting. He teased me again and I figured this was probably his thing most of the time. “You want this, darling?”

Mouth open and panting as Neal continued to finger me, I nodded. “Yeah, yeah, baby, I do.”

“You wanna suck it? You want me to come down your throat?”

Now I actually salivated and felt myself clench around Neal’s fingers. “Fuck yeah.”

Finally, James spoke, so quietly I’m shocked Joey even heard him as he mumbled against my neck. “Keep going. Chloe’s pussy is telling me how much she likes your dirty talk.”

Joey laughed kindly and stood momentarily, reaching out to grab my hand and pull me closer to the bed, James following right along, never abandoning his post between my thighs. When he sat down again, Joey put my hands back on his thighs, forcing me to bend over. Again, Neal followed, laying his chest along my back, keeping his mouth on my skin and his hand in my pussy.

Now, I was less than a foot away from the tip of Joey’s erection. It was right there, just taunting me as he stroked himself and smiled. “Oh, yeah, she wants to suck it so bad, I can tell. You wanna know what I taste like, you wanna lick all this skin until I shoot off in your mouth and you taste even more.”

I had to swallow or risk drooling into his lap. Neal’s fingers were doing such good work that I was momentarily distracted, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensations he was causing. Joey’s hand on my cheek brought me back.

“Come for James. Then I’ll let you suck me.”

I nodded, pressed my hips back to force his fingers deeper and more tightly against my g-spot. Joey’s thumb ghosted along the inside of my bottom lip before he pressed it against my tongue, letting me know what was to come.

“Yeah, this one, she loves a cock in her mouth. Chomping that bit to feel me slide all this through her lips. Come on, darling, come for James and you’ll get what you want.”

It only took a few more thrusts from his fingers, a few circles of those wet digits across my clit and came hard, digging my nails into Joey’s thighs to prevent me from falling to the floor. When I pressed up to standing, James pressed one more kiss to my neck and whispered, “Good girl.”

Joey was there, taking my hand and pulling me onto the bed. He shifted, laying back against my pillows with one arm bent underneath his head, the other still gasping his cock that he waved at me. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m hard and waiting for you.”

I crawled between his widespread legs, kneeling with my hands on the mattress as I bent to lick up his shaft, savoring him immediately. He set the pace, using his hand at the base of him to control how much I took into my mouth at one time. He alternated rubbing just the oozing tip along my tongue and pressing his hips up, forcing me to take him deep.

I didn’t even notice James laying on the bed, face up between my legs until I felt him grab my ass, pull down my panties, and lick through my slit. “Oh, fuck, James…”

Joey seemed almost jealous that Neal’s was the first name I let out of my mouth. His lovely eyes were harsh, but I worked hard to make up for it. I spread my legs, dropping my pussy down closer to Neal’s mouth, then I used both hands to grab hold of Joey and take him all the way down my throat.

This seemed to make him happy, I must say. “Oh, darling, that’s alright with me.”

He lifted his hips slightly with every bob I made down on him, fucking my mouth. I wanted to please him, especially since he had done such an amazing job getting me so wet with his nasty comments. I did my best to block out what Neal’s talented mouth was doing to me, which wasn’t easy because that man seemed to know just how to give it, long, slow strokes and evenly paced swipes over my clit.

I used my mouth and hands to work Joey until he was breathless and silent for once, nothing to comment on the job I was doing. So unlike his normal chatty demeanor, he was silent when he came, giving me no verbal warning or even any moaning indication that he was close. I felt him spurt and sputtered on my tongue, hitting the back of my throat with the force of it.

When he was done, that was when he groaned, loudly and then he started up again with the dirty talk and directing traffic. He sat up, pulling his legs free before grabbing me by the hips to pull me away from James.

He put me on my back, telling his friend, “My turn, you already got to feel her come once. I need to taste that.”

Joey’s mouth was just as good as Neal’s and he dove right in, licking up the wetness the two of them had flowing freely. James shifted to kneel next to me, smiling almost innocently and working his hands under my body to undo my bra.

I shuddered as he pulled it off, but that had more to do with Joey’s tongue fluttered across my clit and his hot breath on my core that had all my nerves on edge. James was helping too, though, don’t get me wrong. He brought those gorgeous hands to my breasts, kneading and playing with the soft flesh while looking at me intently.

When his fingers found my nipples and pinched hard, I arched my back to open my chest to him. This also caused my pussy to press against Joey’s mouth and I felt his tongue slip inside me as I did so.

“Joey! Jesus. Yes!”

Now Neal laughed himself, keeping his fingers around my nipples as I reached up for him, groping for his cock. Quietly he said, “You really do love a cock in your mouth, eh?”

“Yeah, baby. Give me yours, please?”

He came closer, leaning over so I could grab hold of him and press his tender tip between my lips. Something about the baby-soft skin of a cock on my tongue just makes me so fucking wild and Neal’s was no exception. I worked him in my mouth, almost as an afterthought because Joey had me teetering on the brink of another orgasm.

James cupping my jaw and forcing his dick further into my mouth pushed me over the edge and I came with a muffled scream, rutting my hips upwards to feel every stroke of Joey’s tongue while moaning around Neal’s cock.

When Joey pulled away, so did James and I let out a deep, heavy sigh rife with contentment. I had no time to gather myself, however, because James was caressing my cheek and Joey was crawling up my body, smiling first at me and then at Neal.

“You tell me, Chloe, who do you want in your ass?”

Honestly, Neal has a dick made for anal, long, but lean, just enough to handle. And Joey? He was thicker, perfect for making a g-spot sing with every swing. I didn’t want to sound selfish, though, considering I had already come twice, so I said, “Either one is perfect. You pick.”

Joey looked at Neal and Neal looked back, something passed between them, some telepathic bromance message that bypassed me completely. When Joey looked back at me he said, “Neal get’s your ass, so I’ll take that delicious pussy of yours.”

He bent down for a kiss, sharing the taste of my orgasms with me. I licked eagerly at his lips, sucking at his tongue to get every wonderful drop of it from him. James was nearby, then whispering, “Lube?”

I gasped into Joey’s mouth, wondering how such a mundane word could sound so sexy. “Bathroom cabinet, top shelf.”

Joey told me, “What a little girl scout you are.”

“If you think this is my first time, you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

“Nothing disappointing about a woman who knows what she likes.”

He shifted back on his heels, hauling me up and shuffling our bodies until he was laying underneath me. My legs spread wide to cradle his hips below and our mouths came back together in a passionate kiss.

Soon after, Neal was kneeling on the bed between out legs, a tube of lube tossed on the bed, his hands grazing my ass that I popped out for him. I could feel Joey’s fresh erection, just the tip, tickling my labias as I rocked my hips back against Neal’s hands above him. When I whimpered into the kiss, he brought one hand down to brace his cock and control his hardness, letting the tip nestle into my folds to find my clit and circling it.

I couldn’t stop the moan that fell from my lips and it only got more intense as I felt Neal’s tongue lick at me from behind, dragging the flat surface of it along the seam of my entrance and then paying some attention to the puckered hole he was going to invade soon enough.

“James…Oh my God…James, yes.”

He took the guidance of my encouragement, licking at my ass, getting it almost as wet as my pussy, all the while Joey was still using his cock to tease my clit and watching me writhe between them with amusement.

I started panting out his name. “Joey…Joey, fuck. Fuck me, please.”

He shook his head. “I wanna see you come from Nealer playing with your ass. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Yes, yeah, I can. Fuck. James…” I reach behind me, grabbing for any part of him I could reach. He kept his mouth on my ass, but reached forward and took my hand, giving it a squeeze.

While I was pressing my clit harder against the tip of Joey’s cock, James let go of me and sat up to grab the lube. The next thing I felt was the familiar cold drip of the silky liquid drizzle down the crack of my ass. He started slow, even though I was more than warmed up. One long finger pressed in, stretching the tight hole slightly.

“Oh, God! James.”

He grunted, but said nothing, only pumping his finger in and out, a slicked up sexual sound echoing through the room. He added another, scissoring them to open me up even more, a little faster. Ryan worked the tip of himself closer to my entrance, wetting it from my arousal there before he brought it back against my clit, now making wide, hectic circles.

I pushed my hips back, begging for James to finger my ass deeper, and he complied without me needing to say a word. And he added a third finger, that was when I came for the third time, clenching my ass around Neal’s hand and jerking my hips rapidly to keep Joey’s cock moving along my pussy.

I couldn’t even come down from that before Joey was grabbing my hips and forcing them down so my pussy enveloped his cock. I was still finding my breath from that invasion of my softed place when James pushed his cock inside my stretching ass.

“Oh, baby, that’s good.”

It was so weird to hear Neal say anything like that that I almost giggled. Luckily, they started to move and that shut down any silly ideas I might have had.

A breath sputtered from lips as they both pressed in deep. Again, using their magical bromance connection, they decided on a rhythm that I thought would probably leave me dead. Joey grabbed my thigh, pull holding me against him as James pulled back.

When James pressed forward, Joey guided my hips to slide my pussy up his cock just as Neal was buried to the hilt in my ass. And that’s how we worked it, Joey’s thick cock spreading my pussy when Neal pulled free, Neal stretching my ass as Joey slid himself along my walls, nearly coming free of me altogether.

I felt Neal keep one knee against the bed while he propped his other leg up, bent with his foot on the mattress for more leverage. This nearly made me lose my mind. He could now snap his hips quickly, making me go from empty to stuffed to the brim in a single rapid heartbeat.

Joey on the other hand, he went slow, pulling me down or pressing up or both at the same time at a pace that was steady, but relaxed. I felt every inch of him inside me, going in and coming out, whereas with James it was a blindingly fast rush of heat that radiated through my entire body.

In the middle of it, Joey grabbed the back of my neck, forcing my mouth against his for a brutal kiss. He held me there, harassing me with his tongue as I tried to work my hips in time with both of them. I had my hands on his body, his sides, his pecs. He was made of hard planes with soft edges that made me want to learn every curve of him.

James might have become envious, of the kiss of my touching, because he grabbed one of my arms, pulling it back and holding it against the small of my back. This, combined with Joey’s firm grasp on my neck made me feel wildly out of control in the best possible way.

I whimpered at Joey, but it was really direct towards James. He grabbed my other hand, drew it back, and pressed it against my back with the other one. Now I had zero say over how my body moved or stayed.

With James and Joey still taking turns filling me, I let them hold me up as well, braced by their cocks to keep my hips in the air and Joey’s strong hands burning holes in the skin of my neck and thighs.

It was around this time that I felt as if I was going to explode, shatter into a million pieces they would have to collection and resemble before they left. I was unable to kiss Joey, letting my mouth just hang open, panting as he nibbled my lips instead. My hips bucked against both of them, breaking the oh so perfect organization they had had going down there.

Neal held my hands tighter behind my back and Joey grabbed my face with both hands. “Not yet, don’t come yet. I’m so close and I wanna feel you go when I do. Neal?”

“Close, so close.”

“Not yet, darling. Just hold on, hold on for us.”

I did my best, trying not to the let the tension building below my waist burst too soon. Joey grabbed my hips, held them steady and he thrust up into me. Neal did the same, now both of them pressing in together, making me feel like there was no room left in my body for even my soul.

“Oh, God, fucking God. Joey…James…please, you guys. Please, I’m gonna come so fucking hard.”

I opened my eyes long enough to see Joey nod, his mouth gaping and red. “Come for us, darling. Let us feel you together.”

I let go, of everything I was holding in, coming so hard I started to squirt, wetting Joey’s abs in the process. When he felt it, he let out a feral roar, pressing up one last time as I felt his warm release. At the same time, James released my hands as he pulled out, coming all over my ass and lower back.

I felt lifeless, knowing that even if there was a fire in my apartment I wouldn’t have had the energy to run for my life. Luckily, the boys felt it to, Joey pulling me down next to him as Neal settled on the other side of my body.

And so, we’re back to where we started, me, waking up in a pile of hockey players. Nashville Predators no less. They were beautiful as they slept, Joey’s face that of an angel and Neal’s sporting a half smile. I went to get up, but without opening his eyes, Joey’s hand closed around my wrist and pulled me back down between them. Neal snuggled closer against my back and Joey now holding my bare hip.

Like I said, no one is ever, ever going to believe this shit actually happened, but I don’t really care, because that shit was so damn good, I’ll be reliving it in my ow mind for the rest of my fucking life.

Notes

TBH THIS FUCKING KILLED ME I AM DEAD RIP ME I HOPE YOU ALL DIE FROM IT AS WELL