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One Shots

The Man, The Beard, The Legend


(This is gif is my whole entire life right now, fyi.)

“I’m sorry. I won’t do that.”

Jordie laughed, expecting this to be a joke, but Aria just shrugged and crossed her arms as a physical demonstration of her refusal. Jordie looked behind him at the sign on the wall and then faced her again. “I thought this was a salon. Isn’t your job to cut people’s hair how they want it done?”

“Technically, yes. But you’re asking me to cut your beard off. And part of my job is to tell people when they’re making really bad decisions that will make them look terrible.”

Jordie frowned at her. “You think I’ll look terrible without a beard?”

“Yes, awful.” This wasn’t entirely true. The man would probably still be gorgeous, but his beard was damn near perfect and there was no way in hell she was going to cut it off.

He crossed his arms now as well, feeling more than a little offended by this. Who the hell did this woman think she was? “Fine. You’ve done your job in advising me of your personal opinion on my appearance, now I would ask you do your job and cut my hair anyway.”

“No.”

“Are you serious?”

“Why do you want me to cut your beard?”

Indignant at being asking to explain himself he nearly shouted, “Because.”

Cool as a cucumber Aria shrugged and said, “That’s not a reason.”

Jordie opened his mouth, paused, and then shut it, glaring at her hard. This was unacceptable, unbelieveable, the way she was treating him. But she wasn’t backing down. He said through a jaw clenched in anger, “Not that it’s your business, but my girlfriend doesn’t like it.”

Aria laughed once and then rolled her lips inward to stop another outburst. “In that case, I really can’t do it. You can wait for one of the other girls to be free, or you can go somewhere else, but I’m not doing it.”

“What the hell is your problem?”

Aria had turned to fuss with something on her station but now whorled around again. “My problem is that your beard is absolutely beautiful and the fact that you’re willing to cut it off to placate a woman makes me seriously doubt your sanity. And not that it’s any of my business, but let me give you some advice: a woman who asks you change something like this is never going to be happy with you the way you are. First it’s the beard, then it’s your clothes, then it’s your entire fucking personality that needs improving. Do yourself a favor, lose the girl, not the beard.”

Jordie’s jaw was tight again, but he managed to bite back, “Are you done?”

Aria took a breath finally. “Yeah, I’m done.”

“Good. Lemme speak to your manager.”

Her smile in answer was smug and cocky. “You don’t need to speak with the manager, because you’re talking to the owner. You have something else to say to me?”

He had plenty he wanted to say to her, but instead, he turned around and walked out, refusing to engage with the infuriating woman for a single moment longer. Aria watched him go through the big bay windows at the front of the shop, thinking about what an idiot the man was being.

“Smooth, Aria, not like we need the business or anything.”

Aria looked over at Liz who had spoken and responded, “We don’t need it that badly. Let someone else butcher his face, I won’t do it.”

Liz rolled her eyes and said to her client, “Forgive my boss, she has a weird beard fetish.”

Now Aria smiled. “It’s not a fetish, it’s love, pure and simple.”

Liz continued, “Maybe if you would have been a little nicer you could have talked him into keep it.”

Aria shook her head. “If he’s that pussy whipped, I couldn’t have changed his mind.” She walked up the waiting area. “Alright, who’s next?”

Aria spent the rest of the day thinking about the man and his beard. She wondered if he did go somewhere else and have it cut, a crime if there ever was one. The girlfriend…she was bothering Aria, too, because what sort of woman wouldn’t appreciate a beard like that? From the moment she laid eyes that beard she knew it was perfect: full and soft, well groomed and obviously cared for. It had looked so deliciously touchable and her fingers still twitched as if they were disappointed they never got to cop a feel.

Had said beard been attached to just any old face she might not have been lingering on it for so long. Unfortunately, as much as she liked the beard, the man himself had entirely altered her equilibrium from the moment he walked into the room. When she wasn’t dwelling on the beard that might be now residing in a dumpster somewhere, she was thinking about his dark eyes, deep set and smouldering, his delicate freckles that made her want to run her tongue along his cheekbones, and then there was his body…big and buff and beautifully bulging out of his t-shirt.

The entire world would suffer for losing a beard of that quality, but Aria also took the time to appropriately mourn the fact that a man like him was settling for a woman who didn’t appreciate him as he was. Everytime she saw a beard, she thought of him and after a few weeks, she was getting pretty tired of herself.

A month later, she was still thinking about him, still feeling angry that the beard might be gone, sad that she would never know, and yes, still uncontrollably attracted to the stranger she had only met for less than two minutes. Meanwhile, elsewhere in Dallas, Jordie Benn could not believe that so many weeks after his confrontation with her in the salon, the woman was still plaguing his thoughts like a disease.

He didn’t need to think about her, in any way, he had a perfectly wonderful, sweet, kind, and beautiful woman who cared about him. So what if she didn’t like his beard? It was gone now and there was nothing between them. That woman, he thought, whoever she was, had no right to say any of that to him. His beard was not her business, neither was his relationship, which was just great.

One evening, Jordie sat on his bed, watching his girlfriend rifle through his closet before they went to dinner, and forcing his mind to forget about the curvaceous, dark haired beauty who had had the nerve to tell him off and then occupy his mind for weeks.

“Jordie, don’t you have any black suits?”

“No, babe, you know I like grey or blue.”

“Hmm…” She pulled out a suit, one of his favorites, and eyed it up. “We should go shopping, you need some new clothes. None of these will do.”

Jordie looked down at his dog and they both cocked their heads in puzzlement. The man said, “They did just fine yesterday.”

The woman, still buried in his closet, laughed. “Well, of course, I’m just saying…you can do better. I’ll help you.”

Jordie narrowed his eyes at her back and looked down at the dog again, muttering, “Son of a bitch.”

Four solid months after that man and his beautiful beard had entered and then promptly left her salon, Aria was still thinking about both of them. Not as often, not as deeply, but every once and awhile, he would make an appearance in her thoughts. Rather annoying, honestly, but he had really gotten under her skin. Mostly the beard, but also just him.

She was working late one night and while alone in the shop was counting out her tips at her station with most of the lights turned off. Aria heard the bell over the door chime and she sighed, wondering how on earth she had forgotten to lock it. Without looking up, she kept counting and said, “We’re closed. Please come back tomorrow.”

“Uh, I’m…sorry. Can I make an appointment while I’m here?”

She knew that voice. The fact that she still recalled the sound of it made her feel borderline certifiable, but her head snapped up and she saw that she was right. It was the beard she had been thinking about and man it was attached to, standing in her salon, hands in his pockets and smiling shyly.

Suddenly, her verbal skills failed her; he was even more gorgeous than she remembered. “Oh…well…” He was still smiling, so she smiled back. She steadied herself and then said softly, “I told you once already, I won’t cut your beard.”

Jordie grinned, please she remembered him and came forward, leaving the waiting area and stepping onto the salon floor. He stopped one station away from Aria and pulled off his baseball cap, then holding it with one hand and running his fingers through his hair with the other. “I don’t want you to cut my beard, just my hair.”

Her brain told her to set him up for an appointment the next day, with someone else. She felt way too personally invested in this man already and touching him was not going to help that sensation at all. Then again, the rest of her, her fingers that ached to feel his hair, her tongue that licked her lips at the sight of his freckles, they told her to let the man stay. She made the unwise choice.

“Sure, have a seat. I’m just gonna lock the door.”

They crossed paths as he made for her chair and she went to the front of the salon to lock the door and close the blinds. When she returned to him, his hat was on her station and his hands were in his lap as he waited patiently. After wrapping him in the drop cloth, she asked, “What are you looking for?”

He knew she meant what style he wanted for his hair, but he still chuckled and met her eyes on the mirror as she stood behind him. “I actually came here looking for you.”

“Oh…” Well, that was a curveball. “Why?”

He turned himself around in the chair and Aria backed up to give him space to do so. “To tell you that you were right.”

She couldn’t help it, Aria smiled and said, “Did you cut your beard off and regret it?”

“Yes, I did. But that’s my own fault, I should have listened to you. I meant you were right about my girlfriend. A fews weeks after I cut my beard, she suddenly didn’t like the suits I buy.”

“Oh.” Aria really needed to think of something else to say, but he just kept throwing her for a loop and ‘oh’ was the only rational thought she could muster off the bat. She continued, “I’m sorry. I’m not happy I was right about that.”

“Don’t be sorry. It was a good thing. I ended it with her.”

“Oh…so I was right about your ex-girlfriend?”

“Right, my ex.”

Oh, dear. This had taken a strange new turn and Aria wasn’t sure it was for the better. Putting her hands on a beautiful, but taken man was one thing, but touching a beautiful single man with a beard so flawless it practically made her groan, that was asking for trouble.

She made another foolish choice and said, “Well, the beard is back, the hair needs a trim. How would you like it done?”

He stared at her as if he had more to say, but then just smiled. “A trim on top, shaved on the sides and back.”

“Right, just a standard undercut, I can do that.”

“Thank you. And I’m Jordie.”

“Aria.”

He smiled again and she knew this was going to be even harder than she thought. He spun back around and while taking a deep breath, Aria grabbed her spray bottle and wet his hair. She tried to be clinical and as detached as possible when cutting his hair, but he made it very difficult. He was quiet, but his eyes always found hers in the mirror and his hair was like silk. Not to mention how when she touched his head, she saw the goosebumps rise on the back of his neck as he responded to her contact.

Jordie was really glad there was a cloth over him because otherwise his raging hardon would have been more than noticeable. As it was, he struggled to get it under control without shifting too much and disturbing her progress on his hair. Her hands were skilled and swift, but they still made him feel every touch so deeply it was ridiculously intense. Every time her fingertips made contact, his whole body throbbed for her. And Christ she was beautiful, tall and luscious with her dark curls knotted on top of her head. He sat there in relative silence, with nothing but filthy thoughts running through his mind.

When his hair was cut, she blew dry it a little and then asked, “You want me to put some product in it?”

“No, that’s okay. But could you trim my beard just a bit? Just to even it up.”

“Oh…” My God, she finished her mind. Her voice was weak when she spoke aloud again. “Yes. I can.”

She pumped the lever on his chair to raise him up even more and then she stood in front of him to run a comb through his beard. When she went to trim it, she couldn’t resist running her fingers through it, just a little bit. And it was as soft as it looked, as well as smelling amazing.

She had to know. “What kind of product do you use on your beard?”

“Virgin coconut oil at night, regular shampoo in the morning.”

“Oh. Nice.”

If she said ‘oh’ one more time she was going to fling herself off the roof. She cleared her throat and finished his beard, combing it through one more time with her fingers for good measure and feeling like she was about to faint at any moment. Damn that beard, it was just too lovely.

“All set.” She removed the drop cloth and he stood, leaning towards the mirror and stroking his beard and then the shaggy, dark locks on top of his head.

“Very nice. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What do I owe you?”

Aria waved a hand and turned away from him to organize her scissors on the table. “Oh, nothing, really. I was so rude to you last time, it’s the least I can do.”

He said her name gently. “Aria.”

“Hmm?”

When she didn’t turn around, he cupped her elbow in his palm and very delicated pulled so she would face him. “I won’t make you take my money if you let me take you to dinner.”

“What? Why?”

Jordie chuckled; he rather liked her when she was overwhelmed by him, as it was such a stark contradiction to the bold woman who had refused to cut his beard off those many months ago. “Because you’re a stunning woman who has honesty and common sense. And you like my beard.”

“Oh….I see.”

“And I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you told me off.”

That shocked her, but also pleased her greatly. At least she wasn’t the only one quietly obsessing over a stranger. Although, he wasn’t exactly a stranger anymore, or so she told herself to justify the way she wanted to climb on top of him right now. “Oh, really?”

“Really. Plus, you keep saying ‘oh’ and to be blunt, it’s really fucking sexy, Aria.”

She opened her mouth to say ‘oh’ again and stopped herself, trying to remain composed, but he was just so close and she had just been touching his beard, both of which were making her feel light headed and completely speechless as well as senseless.

“Jordie…”

He waited a beat for her continue. When she didn’t he asked, “Do you like dogs?”

“I love them, why?”

“And blue suits on men?”

Aria grinned, a little more at ease now that he was asking such silly questions. “Yes, I do.”

“You like hockey?”

“Never watched it, but I’d give it a shot. Why?”

He smiled and shook his head “Just wondering.”

He had moved even closer, his hands braced on the table on either side of her body, boxing her in. His mouth was dangerously close and looked so damn inviting.

Aria swallowed and said the first thing that popped in her head. “Black suits are so boring.”

Jordie nodded, staring at her mouth, moving even closer, but at a snail's pace. “Yeah, boring.”

“Jordie -”

“Aria, I’m going to kiss you.”

She breathed out her answer to his implied question of a statement, his lips mere inches from hers. “Oh…yes.”

He closed the tiny gap, licking through another ‘oh’ she let out and kissing her with pent up passion. This was not what he had planned; he had really only come here to tell her she was right and to maybe ask her on a date. But then, he had felt overcome with the need for her to touch his hair, his beard, him. He had needed to feel her fingers on his skin. And then he had noticed how she trembled and took massive breaths as she touched his face and stroked his beard like it was tender treasure. That had been too much. He need her, now.

Aria at first tried to hold herself back, but the confident thrusting of his tongue spurred her on and she gave into temptation. As he gripped her hips, she brought her hands up and cupped his jaw with both palms, losing her fingers in the short hair of his beard and groaning hard at the feel of it combined with the sweet sensation of his kiss.

She broke from him panting. “I fucking love your beard. I can’t believe you ever cut it.”

Jordie smiled and kissed her wildly again, but then paused to admit, “I waited until it grew back before I came to see you again.”

“Oh, God!” Now she kissed him again, pulling him tighter against her body and opening her mouth under his, moaning uncontrollably and writhing around in his arms.

His mouth broke from hers and then he was rubbing his cheek against hers as though he were a cat. Aria’s mouth fell open, gasping and squeezing her eyes shut at the strange, but wanton sensation of his beard rubbing her skin. She couldn’t think a rational thought, but she didn’t want to either.

She only wanted to touch and stroke and lick and feel him in return. He was kissing her neck when she said, “Jordie…I need more.”

He groaned and pulled off his shirt revealing his half-naked body to her. His tattoos made her mouth water, but it was his tightly muscled core that made her feel near crazy with wanting him. She nodded her approval. “Thank you.”

He groaned again and shoved her body until her ass hoisted her onto the counter of her station. He stepped between her thighs and spread them even more to knock whatever tools still remained onto the floor. She brought her hands to his massive back, dragging her nails down his muscles slightly just to hear him moan.

Aria was giggling from pure joy of the moment when his mouth moved down her neck again. He bit her sensitive skin and asked, “Can I take you somewhere, please?”

“In my chair. I always wanted to do it in the chair.”

Now Jordie laughed and captured her mouth in another kiss. “If you insist.”

He grabbed her hips again and stepped back, landing in the chair and bringing her on top of his lap. He tilted his head to resume their kiss, but Aria swerved to avoid it, instead reaching down to lower the chair nearly to the floor and then pulling the lever to let it drop back at an angle. With Jordie reclined underneath her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and resume the kiss with a grin.

Jordie let her take control, licking at her tongue only slightly as she set the pace, exploring and groaning. As she separated their mouths only slightly and then ran her tongue along his bottom lip, he grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her closer.

“Aria…God. Sweetheart, now I need more.”

She leaned back grinning, peeling off her t-shirt and shucking her bra immediately. Jordie brought his soft, freckled hands to her breasts and cupped them gently. Instead of pinching her nipples, he simply dragged his knuckles around and over them, teasing by tickling and making her squirm.

His deep eyes met hers and refused to look away as he slowly played with her breasts. The backs of his hands grazed the bottoms of her breasts, the rough pads of his fingers went wispily over her now erect nipples, each touch more gentle and delicate than the last. And each had her more ravenous the slower he went.

She whimpered, but he just smiled at her, saying nothing. Aria rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned her head back, letting him play at his own pace and panting from the sensations, figuring he would move things along when he was ready.

He appeared to never be ready. And she finally, nearly breathless with wanting and salivating at the thought of more, met his eyes again. “Jordie…”

“Ask me for it.”

She wanted to laugh, but moaned instead. “Oh, Jesus. Domineering looks on you, baby.”

He chuckled and moved his hands down her flanks and onto her back as he pulled her closer. His mouth came to her throat and then worked its way to her ear. “Ask me for it. And say please.”

“Fuck. Jordie…please, please make me come. I’m so fucking wet for you.”

“Mmm, show me.”

Aria nodded and pushed off his body to stand. She stripped off her jeans and then her thong, letting him see the soft, wet curls between her thighs. He licked his lips at the sight and stood.

“Sit.”

Without comment, she took his place in her chair and he came to his knees. He pried her legs apart, draping them over the arms of the chair so she was exposed and spread open for his gaze. He had a hard time looking away, mesmerized by the sight of her glistening pink center. After pulling her forward, he applied his tongue to her core, licking in long strokes that never reached her clit.

He sucked at her lips, tasting her creamy arousal and closing his eyes in pleasure at the taste of her. He brushed his beard against her sensitive folds and then watched her pussy pulse as she moaned. He did it again and she nearly screamed with pleasure. Aria, naked and displayed for him, leaned back, waiting for him to make good on her request for him to make her come, which might happen just from the contact with his beard. Jordie, however, was not willing to comply so easily. He still just wanted to play for a while.

He avoided her clit and when she started moaning from his fingers working in and out of her pussy, he stopped that as well. His tongue gave just enough pleasure to bring her to edge of orgasm, but not over. Knowing how it drove her wild, he kept his beard off her pussy as well. Then, he upped the torture even more. He used two fingers to lift and spread the hood of her clit before he ran the tip of his tongue around the very edge of her throbbing bundle of nerves.

Aria bucked wildly and panted his name over and over again, begging for more. “Oh, God, Jordie…please. Oh…”

He paused only long enough to groan and tell her, “I love to hear you whine.” And then his mouth was back on her, slow and not enough to get her off.

She wasn’t going to live through this, she was sure of that. About to fly off the chair at any moment, she finally couldn’t take it anymore. When his mouth lowered to flick his tongue over her inner lips, she reached down and pressed two fingers over her clit, rubbing just once before she started to come hard and long.

Weak and exhausted from having to wait so long for that orgasm, it took her a minute to collect herself and finally look down at him. Jordie met her gaze with one raised eyebrow.

Aria chuckled and took a deep breath. “Sorry, but I couldn’t wait.”

He laughed in return. “That was beautiful. Do it again.”

Aria returned her hand to her cunt, spreading more wetness over her clit and making tiny, tight circles over it. Meanwhile, Jordie sat back on his heels and slipped two fingers into her flexing channel. Before long, she came again, sucking his fingers deep and moaning his name in praise.

Her muscles feeling like jello, Jordie hauled her out of the chair and held her to his body as he pressed a deep kiss to her lips. Aria reached between them, palming his cock over his jeans and cupping him tenderly.

When he broke the kiss to groan at her touch she said to him, “Sit. Let me take care of this.”

He didn’t disagree with that idea, not one bit. He stripped off his jeans and boxers and took her place in the chair, the bottom of which was slippery from her orgasms. Once more, she was on top of him, knees on either side of his thighs, his cock sticking straight up to meet her pussy.

Leaning forward so he tilted back in the chair, Aria kissed him again slowly, reaching behind her to stroke and pull gently on his cock. He rubbed his beard across her cheek again and Aria moaned just from that.

He told her quietly, “If you’re waiting for me to beg, this thing is never going to happen.”

Aria shook her head. “I’m not. I just like touching you.”

Jordie groaned and grabbed her hips roughly. “Touch me later, I want to feel how wet you are for me.”

“When you put it like that…” Aria smiled at him before guiding just the tip of his cock inside her entrance. Jordie moaned loudly and squeezed her thighs. She sunk down a little further, just an inch or so. And then a few more.

By the time she was sitting on his lap, his cock firmly lost in her cunt, Jordie was sweating and open-mouth breathing. She gave him a minute, as he seemed to need it, because after all, she had already come twice while they played and he had been pent up for the entire time. She nuzzled his neck and licked along his stubble there, smelling his beard that now carried of whiff of her own feminine scent alongside his more masculine one.

Kissing towards his mouth, she started to move, gyrating her hips and thrusting deeply. He was so thick, but she was so wet he moved easily inside her, slipping along her walls with no resistance and making obscene noises as she worked their bodies together.

She sped up, rocking the chair until she feared it might collapse underneath them, but it held up just fine. So, she slowed down again, circling her hips and then coming down on him hard to feel him against the deepest part of her. Jordie kept his hips still, only touching every inch of her body with his lovely freckled hands.

Aria couldn’t stop kissing his skin, his neck and throat, his chest and pectorals, and then his shoulders, which were also bathed in millions of light brown spots that she wanted to spend hours counting and admiring. Some she could barely see under his tattoos, but they were there, tempting her.

But then she was distracted by his hair, running her fingers over the shaved parts and watching the goosebumps rise on his skin again before she fisted her hands in the sweaty strands on the top of his head. Meanwhile Jordie could not get over how soft she was. Everything he touched was purely silky skin over giving flesh that his hands could mold and caresses. He was drunk on the feel of her, inside and out.

“Aria…are you close?”

“Oh, yes. Oh, God.”

“Look at me.”

Aria shifted and rested her forehead on his, looking into his eyes as he grabbed her hips, pushing and pulling them up and down on his cock as they breathed in each other’s breaths, panting and moaning. When she came, she closed her eyes, but he never did, watching her face contort in pleasure, even as he let go and came as well.

She fell against his chest, ear against his heart listening to the rapid beats and smiling. She kissed his sternum and told him, “I wanna count your freckles so bad.” She pressed her lips to his shoulder and added, “And kiss each one.”

His chuckle rumbled through him and he clutched her face with one hand to bring her up and meet his gaze. “You hungry?”

“Starving.”

“I’ll take you to dinner. Then you can meet my dog. Then I’ll let you count my freckles.”

Aria smiled. “And kiss them?”

“Of course.”

She kissed his lips once and said, “Then put your pants on, cause we have a busy night ahead of us.”

Notes

By the way, if any of you want to hit me up in my DMs here, Tumblr, anywhere and talk about his freckles, please do. I am weak over them, obviously.


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