One Shots

Sophia couldn’t help it, she just could not stop laughing. Another giggle bubbled up in her throat just as Nathan was stroking his tongue against hers. He pulled away from her smiling.

“What’s so funny?”

She thought about it for half a second and then burst out laughing. “Vodka, your beard tickling my chin, picking up hockey players in bars, everything.” Without allowing him the opportunity to respond, Sophia put her grinning mouth back on his, pulling his body against hers as she leaned against the door of his apartment.

She wondered for a moment how the hell this had happened, how a quick drink with friends after work had turned into one drink too many and then them daring her to hit on the built guy at the bar, who turned out to be Nathan MacKinnon, who started flirting with her hard after he refused to let her run off, who then invited her back to his place, and who was now kissing her dizzy.

The Screwdrivers had warmed her body from the inside out, but it was his plump lips that made her feel like her skin was on fire. She need to be free of her clothes, to feel his heated skin against her own. Both hands on his shoulders, she pushed him off of her and further into his apartment. He stumbled slightly before regaining his equilibrium. He was trying to hide it, but he was nearly as drunk as she was, which for the record was pretty damn drunk.

Sophia tried to pull off her blouse, but since she had failed to undo the zipper, she got stuck with it wrapped around her head and arms. Nathan came to help, practically ripping the flimsy fabric as he worked it off and sending them both into another fit of laughter.

“Let’s see what you’ve been hiding under all that equipment.” Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, she peeled it up and let Nathan toss it behind him. Dumbstruck, she teetered back in her heels to get a better look at him. “Fuck…Nate…you’re fucking HOT!”

Not the most eloquent of reactions, but it got the point across and Nathan smiled. He took hold of her hand and pressed it against his rapidly beating heart that was buried somewhere under the wall of muscle and soft skin her palm was touching. Having been invited, she reverently stroked his upper body. He was overwhelming under normal circumstances, but shirtless and lustfully staring at her, he was a goddamn force of nature. She could only repeat her earlier sentiment as she palmed his hard cock over his jeans. “Fuck.”

“Come here.”

He yanked her body against his and with seemingly no effort grabbed her ass and lifted her, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist. He went back to kissing her and he blindly wandered towards the living room, stopping short when he kicked the coffee table.

Then, the giggles started again as he almost dropped her while wincing in pain. “Oh, that’s funny to you, huh?”

“Just put me down before you kill us both.”

He released his hold as she found her feet on the floor, still unsteady from the booze, his kiss, and that body of his, she fell back onto the puffy leather couch when he gave her a gentle shove. “You don’t have a bed we could use for this?”

He shook his head, but said, “Yes, but I can’t wait.”

Sophia only had a chance to kick off her heels before he was on her, pushing her down to lay on the couch lengthwise and putting his big body on top of hers. The weight of him made her even more breathless, but it was the feel of his skin, warm and sweaty against her bare torso that really got her going. When he inclined his head to kiss her throat, she breathed him in. Pungent cologne blending with his natural scent filled her nostrils and she wanted to find away to live inside the smell.

She widened her thighs to let him rest his hips between them and he worked his mouth lower, pausing to undo the front clasp of her bra. He let out a low groan and returned his lips to her breasts, kissing the flesh that was rising and falling with her breathing before closing his teeth around bright pink nipple.

“Oh my God, yes! Please get me out of these pants and get inside me.”

Her drunken bluntness was refreshing and he smiled against her skin. Ignoring her request temporarily in favor of biting her other nipple. Panting and dark-eyed with arousal, Sophia watched as he now released her skin from between his teeth and sat up. His fingers came to the button of her jeans and she could not be free of them fast enough.

As she lifted her hips to help, Nathan pulled hard, nearly taking one or both of her legs with him as he forced the tight jeans finally off her body, leaving her in a pink thong.

“Jesus, how do you even get into those things?”

“They’re easier get on than off, but - holy mother.”

He had silenced her with just two fingers stroking the wet fabric between her legs. She moaned and writhed her hips under his hand. “How long have you been this wet for me?”

“Oh, daddy, since I first saw you laughing at the bar, fuck!”

More laughter from both of them. Nathan said, “Daddy, huh? Aren’t you older than me?”

“Who fucking cares? Get your dick out, daddy, and fuck me like a bad, bad girl.”

Sophia had a second of clarity and she felt momentarily mortified; this was not how she talked to men on a first date. Well, this wasn’t a date, but whatever. However, Nathan was still laughing as he now stood and worked his pants down his legs, taking his boxers with them. He stood before her in all his glory and she went slack jawed with awe.

She was grinning wildly as she stripped off the bra. “Ok, time to be serious. I need that cock, right now.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you, Sophie.”

“Only when I’m drunk. Sober I’m much more polite, I swear.”

He was pulling off her panties when he told her, “I like nasty Sophie who calls me daddy just fine.”

“Ugh, fuck, Nate.” He was back on top of her, one hand pressed into the couch to keep from crushing her, the other wrapped around his cock as he rubbed the smooth tip between her slick folds.

“My bad girl need something from daddy?”

Good God, that was sexy, but also, quite ridiculous. She could see him fighting back laughter and her own giggles returned with a snort. Just as Nathan let his own chuckle out, he pressed inside her.

“Mmmmm-uuhhhgg, shit.”

“Yeah, oh yeah, Sophie.”

She grabbed his face harder than she intended to, with both hands slapping against his cheeks. “Fuck me, fuck me, daddy.”

It was impossible to keep a straight face when he was smiling at her like that and when their lips came together, the kiss was interrupted by smiles and giggles and panting breaths as he started to thrust into her.

He still tasted of whiskey as she licked inside his mouth and she could only guess that her own breath was ripe with alcohol as well. He didn’t mind at all. His hips sped up, moving seemingly of their own accord as he focused all his attention on their kiss. He tilted his head one way, then the other, working every angle he could reach, using his lips, teeth, and tongue to drive her towards the edge as his cock worked deep within her pussy.

Sophia was still drunk, still giggly, but lucid enough to realize this was some incredible sex. The stretch of her walls around him, the stimulation just right on her g-spot, the sexiness of this bulky hockey player using his entire body to draw pleasure from hers.

She closed her eyes for a moment, overcome with sensations, but his voice brought her back. “Tell daddy how much you like it.”

Biting her lip, still suppressing giggles while grabbing his hips she told him, “So good, daddy, you’re too good to your bad girl.”

With another laugh, he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her to his chest as he sat up. Without removing his cock from the warmth that surrounded it, he repositioned them so she was straddling his strong thighs.

With a smirk, he smacked her ass hard with one broad palm. Caught somewhere between amusement and arousal, Sophia gasped and started to work her hips.

“Good girl.”

“Nate…” Sophia could hardly catch her breath as she rode his cock, her knees sinking into the plush softness of the couch. “Nate, smack my ass again.”

A breathless chortle was her first response and then he asked, “Want me to take you over my knee?”

“Fucking hell, other time.”

One hand of his came to squeeze a breast as the other make contact with her ass, smacking hard and then digging his fingers into her flesh as he forced her hips closer to his to take him deeper.

“Oh, yes. Again.” He complied and Sophia let out a squeal that morphed into a ragged moan. He did it again and again and again. Sophia reached between their bodies and her fingers found her clit. She told him, “You better be close, daddy, because I’m not waiting.”

“Don’t, don’t wait.” He smacked her ass with both hands this time, holding on to her with a rounded mound of her in each palm as she fucked them to completion.

She started to come first, thrusting hard against him as her fingers made mad circles across her clit and his hands continued to grip her ass. She fluttered and tightened around him, pulling at his cock until he came with a groan.

Still coming down, exhausted and sated, they began to laugh again, whether from drunkenness or silliness or post-orgasm bliss is anyone’s guess. When their eyes met he thought about the shit game his team had played and how much he had need that release.

He told her simply, “Thank God for whiskey and women.” Which only drew out even more giggles from them both.

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