One Shots

Isabella woke up to the sun streaming brightly through her window and her phone’s obnoxiously loud ringtone. She fumbled her hands towards the offending sound and answered in a daze, looking over her shoulder to see if she had disturbed Ryan. She hadn’t; the guy slept like a rock.

“Yeah.”

Her friend Camille’s worried voice answered her. “Why aren’t you in jail? I called this morning to check in and they said you made bail.”

“Yeah, long story. It was a weird night.”

“I’m aware. I was there when you went batshit crazy and then got arrested, remember?”

“Cam, that wasn’t the half of it. Hold on.” Isabella petted Ryan’s head affectionately and climbed out of bed, heading towards the bathroom connected to her bedroom. Sitting on the closed toilet, she resumed her conversation. “You will never guess who sprung me from jail.”

“Don’t tell me you called your mom.”

“Jesus Christ, no. She’s the last person I’d call. Ryan White came and bailed me out.”

“From the Flyers?”

“From where else?”

“Well, I’m just saying, the guitar player for Motionless in White is also named Ryan White, so -”

“Alright, I get it, yes, Ryan White from the Flyers.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. How the hell did he know you were in jail?”

“He said Simmonds told him. The team must have found out.”

“Now that’s insane. And - wait, why are you whispering?”

“Because he’s still here.”

Camille on the other end let her mouth hang open in surprise. Finally shutting it when she said, “You’re joking. Ryan fucking White from the Philadelphia fucking Flyers not only bailed you out of fucking jail, but also came home with you? Bullshit.”

“You want me to wake him up so you can talk to him? I’m not lying.”

“Fuck. Seriously? How was he?”

Isabella laughed at how quickly Camille could go from disbelief to cruising for details on the sex. “How do you think? Goddamned mind blowing.”

“Ugh, I’m even more mad at you now. Well, he probably had a lot of rage he wanted to get out and what better way to do it than between the legs of a beautiful woman.”

“I don’t know, I got the impression that level of quality was par for the course. I’ll let you know.”

“You’re gonna fuck him again?”

“I sure as shit hope so.” She heard the topic of their conversation squeak the bed with his movements and she told Camille, “I gotta go. I’ll call you later.”

“Wait -”

Isabella was already hanging up and opening the bathroom door. Ryan sat on the edge of the bed and lord almighty did he look delicious: still naked, still sweaty, his hair wild and lovely. He looked well sexed and content when he smiled at her. “Morning.”

She stood by the door, rolling her phone in her hands. “Hi. You want coffee? I can make some.”

He rubbed his eyes and looked for his own phone. “What time is it?”

Isabella checked hers, telling him, “Half past nine. You have somewhere to be?”

He stood now and walked towards her. “I do. Practice. Eggs’ll have to wait, babe.”

Something about the word “babe” from his lips and directed at her made Isabella’s heart beat rapidly against her chest. He stood in front of her and she only then realized that she was also still naked. Unable to help herself, she glanced down his morning erection and it was just as pretty in the daylight as it had been last night.

He followed her eyes and made his cock bounce by clenching the muscles in his pelvis. When he met her eyes, she was smiling uncontrollably. He reached up, spreading his fingers and pushing them into her hair behind her ear. He told her softly, “I gotta go.”

She nodded. “I understand.”

“Can I see you again, Bella?”

The thought of it made her whole body feel electric with anticipation, partially because the tone he used was almost hesitant, like he wasn’t sure she was going to say yes. She tried to sound casual, but she knew it came out as borderline desperate. “Ry…anytime you want.”

In a heartbeat, he was pressed against her, her back against the unforgiving door frame, her phone falling from her hand and clattering onto the floor as she reached up to wrap her arms around his body. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow, deep and hard. Her hands dropped, found his dick and stroked his wonderfully soft skin there. Ryan groaned as he sucked her tongue and then forced her legs apart with his hand.

Hooking her leg on his hip, she opened herself up to him and two of his fingers found her pussy in record time. She gasped in his ear as his mouth was down around her neck now. “Fuck, Ryan.”

“Yeah, I gotta go.”

This made her laugh. The man insisted he had to leave and yet he was fingering her deeply and licking up her neck like he had time to kill. “Then go.”

“I’m going.” His tone softened and his mouth found her ear. “Let me feel you come first. Turn around.”

She put up a weak protest, even though her body was more than ready to comply. “You don’t have time for this.”

He pried his mouth from her neck to tell her in all seriousness, “Babe, you make me so hard, this is gonna be over so fucking fast. Now, stick that beautiful ass out for me.”

“You keep dirty talking like that and I’m gonna be done before you even start.”

Grabbing her hips, he kissed her shortly and told her, “That’s what I like to hear. Turn around.”

With her hands holding the door frame, one more carefully than the other as she was mindful of her cut palm, Isabella bent over slightly, arching her back, popping her ass out, which was met first by both of Ryan’s hands and then the tip of cock brushing against her.

Leaning against her back, he pressed inside, groaning into her ear like it was most satisfying experience of his life. As promised, he was fast and dirty, holding her hips steady as he plowed into her roughly.

Isabella was about the blow from the word go, but his mouth against her ear and his filthy words would push her over the edge. “Later…I want you to show me just how fucking crazy you are.”

She gave him a breathless smug smile over her shoulder. “Sure you can handle it, Ry?”

He grinned back. “I fucking hope so.”

“Mmm, me too. I’ll start slow, take it easy on you.”

Isabella teased him now, circling her hips and then just shaking her ass so her whole body vibrated around his cock.

Ryan’s body felt heavier on her now as he panted. “Oh, yeah. Oh, yes, babe. God, I love this ass. I’m gonna fuck this ass later. Fuck the crazy out of you.”

Isabella started laughing and coming at the same time, giggling and grinding herself against him as he released as well. She held the wall for strength as he pulled out and landed on the bed in a huffing mess.

“Okay, seriously…now I have to go.”

She turned and laughed. “No one’s stopping you.” He stood up again and was kissing her senseless once more as Isabella smiled against him. He took her phone number, gave her his, and then left.

By the time Ryan made it to the locker room, everyone was already half dressed and Coach was in the room laying out their practice plan.

“Nice of you join us, Whitey.”

“Sorry, Coach. Emergency.”

Hakstol went on after trying to kill Ryan with his glare. Simmonds bumped Ryan’s shoulder when the players were left alone. “You look like garbage. Have you even showered yet this week?”

Ryan chuckled as he was hurriedly trying to pull on his gear. “Not in a few days. It was a long night. Long morning, too.”

Simmonds understood the implication and smiled. “Shit, good for you.”

Ryan continued, “By the way, you know any good lawyers?”

“What the hell did you get yourself into now?”

“Not me. I went to see Isabella, the girl who got arrested last night.”

Simmonds actually looked worried for Ryan. “You didn’t.”

Ryan just smiled back. “Oh, I did. And let me tell you, best idea I ever had. Sprung her from jail, spent the night at her place…”

“And this morning, got it. You’re telling me that’s your hook up? The crazy fan girl who breaks bottles over people’s heads?”

“She’s…” He was going to say “not crazy” but he really hoped she was a little crazy, because that thought was turning him again like nobody’s business. “She’s pretty mellow most of the time.”

“And what? Now you’re gonna find her a lawyer?”

“I was just asking. She’s nice, she did that for us. She deserves our help.”

“Sounds like the girl needs to be locked up. Even I don’t hate the Caps or their fans that much.”

“She’s just passionate. And she’s got spunk, you have to give her that. Come on, you know anyone or not?”

Simmonds sighed his resignation. “Yeah, I can give you some numbers.”

“Thanks, man.”

Predictably, Ryan was dragging ass and even more predictably, Coach rode him harder than normal as punishment for being late. As he was standing by the bench, gasping for air, Giroux came skating up full of pep and energy. “Oh, poor baby. Simmer told me about your long night with the crazy girl. You couldn’t find a nice girl to lick your wounds?”

Ryan took a few long gulps of air and water. “You know me, I like ‘em a little wild. This girl takes the cake, though.”

“I heard. Just watch yourself, man. She might turn on you if you don’t fuck her right.”

“I’m not really worried about that. She seemed more than satisfied.”

Giroux just shook his head. “That’s the thing about crazy girls, they all seem satisfied…until they’re not.”

Practice went on, Ryan did his best not to embarrass himself too badly and failed. By the time it was over, he was exhausted. He made it into a shower, finally, and then made it home. He texted Isabella his address, asked her to let him nap and to come over in a few hours. When his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep.

He didn’t stir until he heard someone rooting around his closet. Turning over quickly he was about ready to grab the baseball bat under his bed when he spotted a very familiar ass in his line of sight and just laid there wide eyed.

“How the fuck did you get into my apartment?”

Isabella stood up straight and grinned at him over her shoulder. “I picked the lock, of course. You really should think about getting a better one installed. I only needed a single bobby pin to pop it.”

He should have been appalled, maybe even a little frightened. Instead, he was just hard, even more so when he noticed her bare legs sticking out from under her mid-thigh length coat. Her high heels were slim and bright orange. He sat back against the pillows and asked, “And what are you looking for in my closet?”

“Nothing in particular. You know there’s nothing in your fridge but beer and ketchup?”

“I eat out a lot.”

Isabella was absorbed in a photo album she had pulled from the shelf above his clothes and just muttered back, “Hmm.”

“Where’d you learn to pick a lock?”

“My father taught me, actually. He was a petty thief when he was younger. Reformed when my mother got pregnant with me, but he taught me a few valuable skills. Just in case.”

“Lawlessness runs in your family, then, huh?”

She looked up and smiled. “You could say that.” Slamming the album shut, Isabella put it back and wandered around his spacious bedroom. The furnishings were sparse, masculine, and utilitarian. Ryan just watched her, thinking about perfect she looked in his room, walking around like she owned the place and going through his things.

She picked up Magic 8 ball from atop his dresser and quirked her eyebrow at him. “How old are you, Ryan?”

“I’m a sucker for nostalgia, what can I say.”

Isabella shook the ball as she walked towards the bed. “Let’s see…does Ryan think I’m even crazier now that I broke into his home?” She turned it over, smiled and read aloud, “Most likely.”

Ryan laughed and asked, “Does he like the crazy?”

Isabella shook the ball and then read, “As I see it, yes.”

He snatched it from her and eyed her up as she sat on the edge of the bed next to his legs. “Is Isabella wearing something sexy under that coat?” The toy answered, “You may rely on it.”

He grunted happily and tossed the thing aside, putting his hand on her bare knee. “Take your coat off, crazy girl. Show me what you wore for me.”

Standing, smiling, Isabella worked the three big buttons of her coat free and let it fall off her arms onto the floor. She had on no clothing, just her heels and a sassy smirk on her lips.

Grabbing her hand, Ryan pulled her closer, swinging his legs off the bed and letting her stand between them as his hand ran up her torso. “You left the house like this?”

“I took the train like this. I walked many, many blocks like this.” She grabbed his wrist, dragged his palm back down the center of her body until the ball of hand rested against her mound. “A stiff breeze and everyone would have seen. A few people looked at me like they knew. Crazy enough for you?”

He didn’t answer at first, but just looked up at her with those pale blue eyes that made her knees feel like jello and then he dipped his thumb shallowly inside her pussy. Isabella panted out a breath and wiggled down onto his hand. He only wished he could have seen her, walked with her, been there to know that she was naked and wet for him under that coat in public. Some other time, maybe. Finally he said, “If this is you starting slow, I can’t imagine what else I’m in for.”

“No telling, but I can promise you, I won’t bore you.”

“No doubt. Come here.” Ryan scooted back on the bed and allowed her room to straddle his legs. He was still in his boxers, but his hard cock still found its way against her wet core that she pressed down onto him. He reach back and pulled off her shoes, letting them drop the floor below.

He clutched her hair in his fist and just stared at her, a hard, penetrating gaze that made the air around Isabella feel stifling. When she went to kiss him, he gripped her neck to hold her still and then just grazed his lips against hers. A whine was pulled from her as she struggled to get closer, get more contact, touch her tongue to his. He held her back, just teasing, the air between their mouths getting more contact than her needy lips.

Isabella started grinding her body against his, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers. Mirroring him, she dug her fingers in his wild bed head. His hair when clean was silky soft and she ran her fingers through it as easily as through water. He groaned when her short nails dragged along his scalp and then he finally kissed her for real, letting his body fall back against the bed as he brought her with him, mouths locked together.

She inched forward, pressing her aching pussy against his hard, warm stomach muscles. With her hands braced on either side of his head, she kissed him with gusto and jerked her hips to rub herself against him. Ryan was a broken man from this, helpless and willing to give this woman anything she asked for. Hell, he would have given her his credit number if she had asked for it. Luckily for him, she was crazy, not a thief like her father. She didn’t want his money, just his attention and now she had it.

She pulled back to look at the blissed out smile on his face. “I’m gonna ride you so fucking hard, Ryan. Until there’s nothing left.”

He just nodded and tried to haul her down for another kiss, but she broke free. Shifting to one side, she got his boxers off and then straddled him again, this time in the opposite direction, giving him an eyeful of her long, curvy back.

A swing of her hips and he was inside her, thick and pressing against every inch of her walls. Letting out a long moan that drowned out the sound of Ryan’s exclamation, Isabella leaned forward, resting her weight on her forearms that she put against the bed between his spread legs.

Her hips took over, bouncing her center up and down over his cock. All Ryan could see was her beautiful ass, round and jiggly as her pussy worked him over with wet heat. It was the most incredible sight, one he wanted to remember.

He told her, “Bella, Bella, Bella, I do like your crazy.” His palms slapped and then caressed her ass. “But I love this. I wish I could take a picture so I never forget.”

Isabella gasped and arched her back to get more leverage in her downward thrusts. She told him, “Take one. I don’t care.”

Crazy Isabella, she thought, no wonder your mother worries about you so much. While one half of her brain was chastising her foolish mouth and its lust driven statement, Ryan was reaching for his phone. He snapped a few pictures and Isabella nearly came from the digital clicking sound.

“Fuck…I should probably tell you not to show anyone, but I don’t give a shit anymore. You feel too damn good.”

Ryan laughed and then thrust up from underneath her, driving his cock as deep as he could get. Isabella came down harder, used her whole body, top and bottom, to put all her energy into her hips. She bounced faster and he followed suit, jerking his body up to meet hers and leaning back in his elbows to watch the show.

He knew she was close, he could read her already. She got sloppy, started muttering his name, her moans were short, her lungs struggling for air. He grabbed his phone, he just needed to.

“Bella, babe, look at me.”

Over her shoulder she looked back as her open mouth now formed a sultry smile. “Hold on, take one as I come. I’m so close…”

“I know, I can feel you. Come all over my dick.”

“Christ! Smack my ass again, please, Ryan.”

He held the phone in one hand, ready to snap her lovely face at the perfect moment, but he used the other to slap her ass, one cheek and then the other, and then again. All that soft flesh jostled from their thrusts, from his hand and it pushed Isabella.

“Ugh, goddamn, YES!” Just as she came, she lost use of her words, her face still turned back towards his, eyes closed, mouth still open in pleasure as she silently let go. Ryan snapped his pictures and then just squeezed her ass with one hand as he came.

Isabella could only collapse between his legs, her hips and pussy so wonderfully sore, her whole body covered in sweat from the workout she had just given them both. Ryan sweetly patted her leg that was extended along his body.

“Hey, come up here by me.”

“Ry, baby, I’m on my way. Just give me a minute to get it together.”

Eventually she made it, crawling up the bed and snuggling against his side. He showed her the pictures he took and told her, “I’m not gonna show anyone. These are just for me.”

Isabella shrugged. She probably should have been more concerned that she just let a relative stranger take pictures of her while she fucked him, but then, maybe she was a little crazy. “I don’t really care honestly. I came so hard I’ll have only fond memories if I ever see them on the internet. Besides, not like I plan to run for office.”

Ryan giggled and then asked, “What do you do for work now.”

“I’m a bartender.”

Now he really laughed and Isabella joined him. “Wow, no wonder you know how to swing a bottle and hit your mark.”

“What can I say, the idiot I hit wasn’t the first drunken asshole I’ve dealt with.”

“Oh, shit. Speaking of…”

Ryan jumped out of bed and found the pants he had worn to practice, pulling out a crumbled piece of paper. He handed it to her when he laid back down. “A few lawyers you can call. Maybe one of them can help you out. And if you need anything, you know, money, I can help. I’ll pay them for you, I mean.”

“Ryan…you didn’t have to do that. And I can’t take your money.”

“You could. I wanna help.”

Isabella reached up and stroked his cheek. “You’re a sweetie pie. Maybe we can work something out…”

She started kissing down his chest she felt the chuckle rumble in his chest. “Something like sexual favors in exchange for my help? You really are fucking nuts.”

Isabella had shifted on top of him and her mouth was around his navel when she glance up at him and smiled. “Ryan…you have absolutely no idea.”

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