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One Shots

Fucking Right


“Could you maybe loosen your tie?”

Corey paused in shock and Annalise started to laugh. “Sorry, that sounded a lot more suggestive than I intended. It’s just that you look so stiff in a suit. I thought these might turn out better if you looked a little more…relaxed.”

Corey was just barely managing to contain himself as it was, but her smile was threatening to erode the last iota of self control he had left. He was supposed to be having an easy afternoon, go to the studio, have some pictures taken for the Hockey Fights Campaign, enjoy a night off, simple. Only problem was, he hadn’t planned on Annalise.

When she had opened the door to her studio she was the picture of messy perfect: a floppy bun drooping to one side on the top of her head, a pair of holey jeans that gave him an eyeful of her pale thighs, and a baggy, vintage Blackhawks shirt he could tell had been worn and loved by her for a long time. She was bad enough, but the fact that her work space was really a loft apartment that doubled as her studio made it even worse. Because her unmade bed was right there out in the open, practically begging him to throw her down on it.

When she put her camera down and came up to him, he tried to mentally talk some sense into himself. He reasoned that he was only getting hard over this woman because it had been too long since he’d gotten laid. Things had not ended well with his ex and he had been happily single for a few months, hardly missing sex at all. But this woman, with her perky smile, casual style, and curvy little body, she was reminding him of exactly what he’d been missing.

When she put her hands on the knot of his tie, he clenched his fists in frustration. When she undid the top button of his dress shirt, he nearly moaned.

“There, much better. You ok with that, Crow?”

Jesus H. Christ on his throne, now she was using his nickname like they were old pals? That was going to destroy him. He licked his lips and looked down at her as she was several inches shorter than him. He answered, “I’m fine.”

“Alright. Let’s see how that looks. Do what you were just doing.” She was back behind her camera, clicking away and giving him instructions that he did his best to follow.

When she paused to look through what she had on her camera already, he let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in. He needed to get out of there, fast, before he did something he would regret. “We good?”

Annalise looked up in surprise. “Uh, no, actually. We need to do some with you in your gear, remember?”

Shit, now he remembered. “Oh, yeah, of course.” Might as well get this done and over with. “You have somewhere I can change?”

Still holding her camera she started walking towards the only closed off part of the loft. “Bathroom is probably too small for you, I’ll hang out in there, you can use the main space. Don’t worry about all the windows, there’s nothing in the building across the street, no one can see in.”

He heard the door closed and almost collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion. He was painfully hard and frankly dumbfounded that she hadn’t noticed. He mumbled to himself, “Right, ok, let’s do this.”

Stripping off his suit, he stood in his boxers that were tented in front of him thanks to his dick, and started digging through his gear bag. He was so turned on, he had a hard time concentrating on anything. This was never going to work.

Annalise was sitting on the toilet scrolling through the pictures of her camera. Most of them were good, a few would make the final cut. Unfortunately, none of the full body shots were useable since Corey’s raging boner was more obvious on film than it had been in person. She smiled a little to herself and wondered if he had plans to visit his girlfriend after their session. Oh well, she thought, the shots from the waist up will do nicely. Then, she heard him shouting out to her.

“Annalise, I gotta go.”

She pulled the door open and bounded out. “What? Why? I’m not done. I need you in your gear.”

He stood there with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants zipped up, but his belt loose. “I…can’t do that.”

Even though she had a feeling it had to do with not being able to get his erection to fit in his cup, she asked, “What’s the problem?”

He shook his head. How was he going to explain this? “I’m…not feeling well. I need to go.”

Annalise was annoyed now; just because he had a hot date he wasn’t going to ruin her reputation. She crossed her arms. “Listen, not to be bitch, but I have a job to do and I don’t feel like explaining to my boss or yours that I only got half the pictures we needed because you had to run off and get your dick wet.”

“Excuse me?”

“You can see your girlfriend some other time, right now, you need to be a professional.”

Corey’s mouth gaped open. “You think I’m going to see a girl?”

“How else do you explain what’s happening below your belt line?” So, she had noticed afterall, he thought. He tried to answer, but she continued. “Like I said, fuck your girlfriend later, get your dick under control so we can finish this.”

Cute, sexy photographer was one thing; cute, sexy, and sassy photographer was quite another. He smiled. “You’re right, let’s finish this.”

He closed the space between them in about two second and he was kissing her before she even realized he had moved. It immediately dawned on him that he had just basically attached this poor woman against her will. What the hell is wrong with him? But just as quickly as the thought crossed his mind, she was moaning into his mouth and sliding her hands along his sides under his open shirt.

Hell yeah she wants it. He kissed her harder, stroking his tongue against hers and using his teeth to tease her lips as he went. They backed up until they hit those glorious windows, where he promptly lifted her so she could sit on the ledge. He paused their kiss to free himself of his shirt.

Breathlessly she watched him and asked, “What about your girlfriend?”

He stepped between her spread thighs and pressed his cock against her center. “I don’t have one. This,” he thrust gently against her, “this is because of you.”

“Fuck, Corey.” So, she was the hot date he had in mind, she could live with that. Her hands went to his belt as he kissed her again. She had his pants open in no time and then her hand was down his boxers and wrapped around his cock, pulling at him greedily.

He wasn’t going to last long at that rate. He grabbed her wrist to stop her and then stepped out of his pants, giving Annalise and eyeful of his naked, hard body. And it wasn’t just his cock, his broad, strong shoulders and the perfect V of his pelvis had her mouth watering.

Even fully clothed she had his cock throbbing and he couldn’t wait to see what all her skin looked like. She helped him by peeling off her shirt and tossing it on the floor. When she got her bra undone, he yanked it off. And after unbuttoning her jeans in a hurry, he pulled them down her legs, leaving her in pair of sensible lacy panties.

He bent to kiss her as his fingers hooked at the sides of her undies and then pulled them off. “You’re unbelievably sexy. Does this happen to you a lot?”

His mouth was on her bare breasts and she had to smile. “You mean do I fuck every hockey player I have in my studio? No, you’re the first.”

“Fucking right.” She was giggling at his outburst when he dropped to his knees and quickly licked through her soaking wet pussy.

“Oh…oh, yeah, that’s good.”

He hands were forcing her knees apart and he looked up at her with those dark brown eyes. “Annalise, please come quickly because I need to fuck you so bad.”

Before she could respond, his mouth was back on her, his tongue delving inside as his thumb came to rub her clit. She felt his full and rough beard brush against her inner thighs and sensitive folds and it made her lighted with lust. Add into the fact that he sounded so happy to be doing this, groaning against her, the vibrations echoing through her body.

He switched now, finger fucking her with three digits and flicking his tongue over her clit. She lost it, coming hard while digging her fingers into his thick, lovely hair. When she had come down, he kissed up her torso and then settled his lips on hers for a brutal kiss.

Keeping their lips locked, he lifted her, letting her legs wrap around his abs and lock behind his back. Before they even made it to the bed, he was shifting her hips down and grabbing a hold of his cock to guide it inside her.

She gasped in shock, elevated in his arms and feeling like she was being held up by his cock that was impaling her. “Corey…fucking right, goddamn.”

He laughed against her neck and bit down gently before working his tongue and teeth along her jaw. Finally he found her bed and threw her down on it as he followed, his cock never leaving the warmth of her body.

He used his own big body to spread her legs further apart as he started to fuck her, driving her into the mattress with every thrust. Those gorgeous breasts of hers bounced and jiggled with every pump of his cock that also had the bedframe squeaking like crazy.

She squeezed his rounded shoulders and then laced her fingers together behind his neck to hold on as he fucked her. She smiled sweetly at him and he returned it. “What’s that look for?”

“It’s been a while, Corey. And you’re just what I needed.”

“Same, same here. Fucking perfect.” He came down to kiss her, his strokes becoming erratic as he focused more on what her mouth was doing to his. When he hit her sweet spot deep inside her pussy, she whined against his lips and he smiled again.

Corey pushed up and her hands found his biceps that were hard and flexing as he held himself over her. He shifted angles, drove into her harder, deeper until she was crawling at his skin and throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Annalise…yes. I feel you coming, baby, don’t stop.”

“Fuck, fuck, Corey!” Her pussy sucked and pulled at him as she came and he let go in the midst of it, filling her with his release until he felt drained.

Unable to hold himself up anymore, he practically fell down on top of her and only moved when he felt her laughter shaking her body underneath his.

When he rolled off, they were both still breathing heavily and she smiled wide when she looked over at him. “Fucking right, Crawford.”

“Fucking right…is fucking right.”

Notes

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