One Shots

(In case you want to know the filth I looked at when I wrote this piece: this is one of my fave huge man/small woman gif sets and this is just plain beautiful.)

Simmonds draped an arm over Jesslyn’s shoulder and whispered against her ear, “Are you gonna stop her, or what?”

Jesslyn look over to where her friend Mariah was throwing back shots at the bar. O’Connell’s was the sort of bar/restaurant that attracted a fun-loving bunch and it was Mariah’s favorite place in the city. It also happened to be where she insisted Jesslyn, Simmonds, and few close Flyers’ friends went for dinner that night.

Most of the group were still finishing off their meals, but Mariah was already well on her way to enjoying (several) after dinner drinks with some new friends apparently.

Jesslyn shook her head and smiled at Wayne. “Nope. You should know by now that when she’s like this I just take her car keys and let her do her thing. There’s no stopping her once she gets on a roll.”

At the bar, Mariah slammed her empty shot glass on the worn out wood and then slapped the bar a few times for good measure. “Kyle, my man, another.”

The bartender pulled out the whiskey to comply with her request, but a man next to Mariah butted in. “I think you’ve had enough.”

She turned to glare at him and noted his Penguins shirt. Mariah gagged in his direction and then took the shot before she told him, “Go back to Shittsburgh and suck Crosby’s dick, why don’t you?”

He grabbed her by the arm, yanking her body until she faced him. “You should watch who you’re talking to like that.”

Pulling her arm free, Mariah pushed him with all her might, sending him back a few feet. “And you should watch who you’re putting your hands on like that, jackass.”

He lunged for her, but never made it. Instead he ran into a solid wall of muscle as Gudas shoved him back a few more feet. “Problem?”

Apparently, the Pens fan was only interested in picking fights with women, because he straightened himself and walked off. Radko turned around and was assaulted by someone else.

Mariah grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down until their height difference disappeared and then forced her mouth against his. It was aggressive, to say the least, but at all unpleasant.

He used both hands to haul her closer and then moved them lower until they cupped her ass. Mariah only moaned harder, kissed him deeper, and rubbed her body against his. When she pulled back, they were both breathing heavily, but also smiling.

Well, that came out of nowhere he thought.

She looked as though she were thinking the same thing until she quirked her eyebrow at him and said sarcastically, “My hero.”

“You’re welcome.”

Mariah laughed and finally let go of him. “I didn’t say thank you.”

“Then what was that kiss about?”

Damned if she knew. He was just there, looking big and gorgeous and tough and it seemed like the right thing to do at the time. “It wasn’t gratitude. And by the way, I could have handled that guy.”

Radko smirked and got the bartender's attention, ordering them both another round. He said to Mariah, “I’m sure you could have, but why bother when I could do it for you?”

When he went to pay for their drinks, Mariah beat him to the punch, handing over a twenty before he could even reach for his wallet.

“It’s the principle of the matter, Gudas. And it’s the one lesson my deadbeat mother ever bestowed on me. Never let a man know you need him, because you don’t.”

After a sip of his beer he answered, “Solid lesson, but here’s the thing, I know you don’t technically need me or any man. But that doesn’t mean we don’t like to help anyway. What was I supposed to do, sit there and watch you fight off a guy who outweighs you by about fifty pounds?”

“Oh, right, I forgot that all men have those fixing slash rescuing tendencies. Godforbid you let a woman take care of herself when you can do it so much better than she can.”

Her grin as she took a sip of her cocktail softened the otherwise abrasive nature of her words and he smiled back. Gudas would admit that when Wayne said he was dating a fan he met during a game, he was sceptical. But Jesslyn turned about to be lovely, quiet and polite, plus she made Wayne happier than Gudas had ever seen him. And then there was the consequential bonus of the team being introduced to the barrel of fun that was Mariah.

The woman was like an foul-mouthed fairy come to life, barely five feet tall, but an attitude so fierce she intimidated some of the rookies she’d met. But she was also damn cute with her soft blond bob and high cheekbones.

She and Gudas had developed a friendship of sorts. They only saw each other when Wayne and Jesslyn assembled a group of them to hang out, but he had as of late designed himself as her unofficial filter, bodyguard, and at times, wrangler. When she got too honest with the young kids on the team, he reigned her in. When she drank too much, he drove her home. And when jackass Penguins’ fans put their hands on her, yes indeed, he felt the need to intervene. Her feminine pride could deal with it as far as he was concerned.

But tonight was the first night things had gotten physical between them and he wasn’t entirely sure it meant anything.

The woman was impulsive and wild during her best moments and downright reckless and dangerous during her worst. She told off anyone who even frowned at her and flirted shamelessly with any one with a dick. He figured that kiss could either mean she wanted to fuck or she was just fucking around, it was hard to tell which when it came to Mariah.

As she smiled at him over the rim of her cocktail glass, she mentally chastised herself for kissing him. It has been an impulse, a gut reaction, and now one that she regretted. Not that she didn’t think Radko was adorable, he definitely was. That beautiful beard, that massive body, that carefree smile. The man was a teddy bear, which was precisely the problem.

He was way too nice for her. She liked guys who could take control and dominate her, not one who simply wanted to take care of her. She didn’t need a babysitter, she needed a man. True, Gudas certainly had that protective thing down, but it still stemmed from a desire to care and rescue, not to claim and ravage.

He interrupted her train of thought, saying, “What’s wrong with being helpful? Why do women rag on men when they rescue them, but then get pissed when we don’t?”

“For starters, not all women rag on men when they’re rescued. Some fling themselves into your manly arms and faint.”

“Or fling themselves into our arms and kiss us?”

Mariah rolled her eyes but didn’t address that, mostly because she didn’t have an answer as to why she had done it. “Anyway. Secondly, women might get pissy after a man steps in because you all expect something in return.”

“Like a kiss?”

“Get off the kiss, I’m being serious. You guys acts like us lady folk are just sitting around, waiting for you to swoop in and defend us. And when you do, that’s when the expectations start. Not just a thank you, but we’re supposed to grovel and postulate and suck your dick until you understand just how grateful we really are. When in reality, if men just minded their own fucking business and let us take care of things on our own, most of the time most of us would be just fine. Not all of us want to be rescued and cared for. Some of us just want to fight our own battles and be rewarded with a nice hard fuck at the end of the night. Is that so much to ask for?”

Gudas was way too buzzed for this. “Are we seriously having a discourse about feminism on a Friday night?”

Mariah order a few more drinks and then leaned on the bar as she faced him. “What do you wanna talk about instead, Guddy?”

He mirrored her, propping an elbow on the bar and leaning in closer. “How about why you kissed me and then derailed men for expecting something from women after we help them out.”

Mariah was not nearly drunk enough for this. She took a swig of her refreshed beverage and licked her lips as she gazed at him. She gave the liquid courage a few more moments to work and then she leaned close to him as well, until they were practically kissing again.

“Honestly, I was thinking to myself, ‘holy shit, I’d like to ride this guy’s face until my thighs are burning and then I’d like to have him hold me down and fuck me until I can’t walk straight.’ But then I remembered that you’re not that kind of guy. You’re the guy who holds my hair back when I throw up and stands up for me in a bar fight just because it’s the right thing to do.”

After a slight paused he said, “And that’s a bad thing?”

“Yeah, it is. I don’t need to be cared for. I need to be fucked, by someone who knows how. You know anyone who could help me out?”

She leaned back only slightly to see his eyes. She watched them lower, burning along her skin as he surveyed her and for the first time since she met him, he had a very serious look on his face. It was deeply arousing in ways that his friendly grin simply was not.

He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed her roughly by the back of the neck and kissed her again. When she opened her mouth to him, his tongue was almost brutal. And goddamn did that feel good. Every stroke his mouth made rubbed his beard against her cheeks and chin. Already she could feel the pink rise on her flesh, the burn just a tease.

She hadn’t been kidding; she’d thought about riding his face more times than was appropriate and this second kiss was doing nothing to soothe her desires. She needed that wide, thick body of his underneath hers, his arms hooked around her thighs, hands leaving bruises while he gave her enough balance to buck against his mouth.

He had started this kiss and now he ended it. Pressing a few more brief kisses to her lips before telling her, “You don’t go home with anyone but me. You need to be fucked, I’m the man to do it. You wanna start a fight, I’ll help you end it. I do like to take care of you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you into next week when I’m done.”

She swallowed once and then smirked. “Prove it.”

The door to Gudas’ apartment slammed open against the wall and then the two of them slammed in the door right after that. She was so damn short and he was getting tired of bending down to kiss her so as soon as they were inside he had her hefted up onto his hips, her back against the wall, her legs around his waist, his mouth back on hers.

When he licked along her jaw, he could feel the heat of her skin that came from rubbing against his beard. He bit into her neck, telling her, “I hope you’re ready for some serious beard burn on your thighs.”

“Fuck, yeah, I am. Where’s your damn bed?”

He chuckled and pulled her away from the wall, walking them to his bedroom where he put her down. They didn’t slow things a bit. Clothes were tugged and nearly torn until Mariah was left in her bra and panties and Radko was in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

Still a little tipsy, Mariah shoved him to the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips as she bent to kiss him again. His big hands both gripped her ass, tugging her closer as he went back to kissing her neck.

Mariah leaned her head back, feeling her whole body flutter in anticipation. When she opened her eyes, she noticed something on his headboard.

“Guddy…”

His mouth was still busy, tasting her salty skin and he only hummed back, “Hmm?”

“Are those handcuffs on your bed?”

He responded by grabbing her ass roughly and then flipping them until she was pinned underneath him. “Yeah. Still think I’m a nice guy who doesn’t know how to fuck?”

Jesus, not any more considering a little bondage was such a regular occurrence that he just left the things hanging there. She smiled and shook her head. “Switch with me again.”

Always happy to have a woman on top of him, Gudas did as she asked. But when he was on his back again, she grabbed his wrist, lifting it until she snapped one of the cuffs around it.

He uselessly tried to pull against the restraint. “Mariah…”

She reached for his other hand, but he pulled it back. She pouted at him. “Oh, come on. I’ll let you do me next. Please?”

As long as the damn things had been on his bed, Gudas had never been restrained by them himself. They weren’t meant for him. But the idea of seeing Mariah tied down and spread open for him was far too good to pass up and he was willing to compromise a little to get it.

He grinned and lifted his other arm. After she snapped and secured him in place, she leaned back to look at him.

“Now I know what I’ve been missing all these years. This is perfect.”

Her hands stroked up his chest, running through his dark hair and then circling his nipples. When her fingers massaged his beard, he had just sighed. It was strange, not being able to touch her as she groped him, but he was starting to enjoy it. Something about being forced to take whatever she gave him was incredible arousing.

Finally, touching wasn’t enough and Mariah stood on his bed, towering over him as she pulled down her panties and flung them to the side. Her bra soon followed and Gudas was nearly foaming at the mouth, so eager to nibble on the those little berry-like nipples she had.

He tugged against the cuffs once before he gave up, just smiling at her instead as she eased her way up his torso, a leg on either side of his body. He wanted to grab her, pull her closer, feel the soft flesh of her thighs give away under his palms.

Instead, he just laid there, waiting for her to give him something more. And she did. She worked up his body until she was straddling his face and he didn’t need any more invitation than that. He lick along her slit, finding her clit just as she got settled against him.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Give me that beard burn you promised.”

“I will. Just as soon as you ride my face like you promised.”

“Fair enough.”

Mariah grabbed the headboard with both hands and wiggled down against his mouth. His tongue came out to play again, licking and tasting as she popped her hips forward. He wanted so badly to reach up, take hold of her and adjust her movements the way he wanted them. Instead, he just did his best to lick whatever part of her cunt she rubbed against his mouth.

For Mariah it was the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. His beard made quick work of her inner thighs, rubbing and chafing in no time, making her skin burn. But his tongue was pure gratification, smooth and wide, capable of licking every inch of her in a single stroke.

She wanted more of it, more of everything, the burn of his beard, the burn of his tongue that was like liquid fire on her body. She tilted back, swirling her hips and forcing his tongue against her clit where he licked and licked and licked.

She popped her hips back further, reaching around with one hand to slip two fingers in her pussy. Gudas groaned against her clit and then sucked on it, clearly loving it. Mariah found her g-spot, pressing down on it hard until she moaned out his name and bucked against his face.

She came in long, slow waves of heat and shivers. Gasping his name, she circled her hips again and again, thrust her fingers deep until she lost all breath and nearly lost consciousness as well.

She fell to the bed next to him, trying to remember that last time she had come that hard. She couldn’t. Still finding her way to the surface, she heard Gudas rattle the handcuffs with impatience.

His voice was deep and ragged. “Mariah, the key is on the night stand. Let me out of these.”

Still boneless, she rolled over and then rolled back to set him loose. When she refocused, she was cuffed to the bed, Gudas kneeling between her thighs, fully naked now.

And she was never more disappointed to be tied down. His cock was thick, almost begging for her touch. Which was now all she wanted to do. He moved closer, but her eyes were still between his thighs until he lifted her head by grabbing her chin.

“You see something you like?”

That was an understatement. Her mouth was watering his cock looked so good. “Yeah. You gonna give it me?”

In answer he kissed her once with his wet beard pressing against her chin and then shrugged. “Eventually.”

And then he was right back between her thighs, rubbing that beard against her sensitized skin and licking through the wetness of her folds. Every nerve felt too close to the surface and he once more gave so much pleasure that it also was tinged with pain.

She wanted to pull away, but she also wanted to move closer. She wanted him to stop, but she also wanted him to do this forever. She wanted more, she also wanted less. She wanted to sob, but she also wanted to moan. It only got worse when she started to thrash and he took to holding her thighs down with his hands.

Good Lord, his hands. Stronger than anything she had ever felt and yet just gentle enough so as to not actually hurt her. He held her down and open, ravaging her cunt with his beard and tongue until she came again. Speechless, all she could do was moan and sputter out breaths.

She hadn’t thought it possible to come that hard, twice, in such a short time, but he had his ways, that was true. She was still trying to draw breath when he crawled up the bed and pushed his cock inside her.

Slowly. He had to go slowly, for her and for him. If he went too fast he was going to burst, but she might as well. He took it inch by inch, a little at a time until she looked up at him, biting her lip.

“Guddy…I can take it. Give it to me.”

He pushed all the way in, settling his hips to hers and then grabbing both her legs at the knees. He fold up that little body of her until she was bent to his will. And then he fucked her.

Slowly, methodically, pulling back and thrusting into her until she felt the fire build inside of her again. How? How was it possible that he was going to make her come again? She had been dead wrong and she was willing to admit it.

“You were right.”

Gudas smiled down at her. “I’m not even done proving my point.”

He pushed harder on her legs until her knees rested on the mattress and she opened up even more. With her clit exposed in this wide open position she felt the brush of his pelvis every time he stroked into her. She started to whine and pant, muttering his name and pleading.

He tisked a little and asked, “Are you gonna come again?”

Mariah only nodded, closing her eyes to let the pleasure wash through her. Gudas thrust all the way in and stayed there, inclining his head to kiss her collarbones tenderly, not moving an inch inside of her. And Mariah was going to die now, she was sure of it.

“Oh, my God! What are you doing? Don’t stop.”

She was teetering on the edge, he could feel that throughout her body. Her pussy was tight around him, but it was more than that. Her whole being, every inch of skin simmered with tension and he knew she was desperate for him to let out it.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna let you come again. But I’m not done yet. And I don’t want to kill you by having you come too many times.”

Mariah let out a breathy laugh and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way…but I fucking love you.”

He laughed with her. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

With all the strength she had, Mariah used the cuffs against her arms to pull her body up and then lift her legs until they draped over his wide shoulders.

Mercifully, he started to move again. Having been backed away from the ledge, Mariah had to let herself build up all over again, but it didn’t take long. Gudas increased his pace slightly, one thrust at a time, each a little rougher, a little faster until he was pounding into her.

That thick cock harassed her g-spot until her mouth hung open, her body jostling underneath him and there was nothing she could do but lay there and let him make her come again. She came harder than she had all night, which is really saying something. She was rendered speechless again, just a pile of stiff muscles and hot breaths.

When Gudas came, she felt it through her entire body. An explosion of hot, wetness to join her own. Before he laid down next to her, he freed her arms from the cuffs. And she smacked his chest.

“Oh, my God.”

She hit him again. “Oh, my God!”

And then again. “Oh, my fucking God, Gudas!”

As she opened her eyes to look at him, he was laughing. “Hate to say I told you so.”

“No, you earned it.” She beckoned him with both hands. “Come on, say it.”

“I told you so.”

“Oh, my God.” She shook her head, as if still in disbelief.

“If you wanna stay, I’ll make you breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

She looked at him, eyes wide and a smile growing on her face. “Oh, my God!”

“I can also fuck you like that again. Anytime you’d like.”

Mariah groaned, but still only managed, “Oh…my…God.” Gudas laughed again and snuggled closer, wrapping her whole body up in his arms. He kissed her neck gently until she dozed off, muttering something that sounded a lot like “oh, my God.”

Notes

Okay, for real, now I'm done for this week.

Up next, even more Flyers: Ghost with a Pens fan for my dear friend.