Tread This Fantasy

He scored the game winning goal on Friday night. She’d been watching the game at Sophie’s house. Now that Sophie and Brandon had started seeing each other again, Sophie was very interested in hockey. Mel enjoyed having someone to teach. They talked about icing and offsides and different types of penalties. Sophie was a fast learner, but she tended to just watch for Brandon and squeal if anyone got close to checking him. Mel would have said something, but she spent most of the game marveling at how indescribably smooth Sidney Crosby was.

Saturday felt like the longest day ever. Mel went to Whole Foods and picked out fresh halibut from the case of fish. She also picked up fresh green beans and carrots to saute on the side. On the way home, she swung by the wine store to find two bottles of sauvignon blanc. Normally she blanched at spending more than fifteen bucks on a bottle of wine, but she dropped fifty on the pair since it was a special occasion. When else was she going to cook Sidney Crosby dinner and then get naked with him in her bed?

She scoured her apartment, cleaning the floors and scrubbing the kitchen counters. Then she spent time on herself--showering and shaving and grooming and applying just the right amount of makeup. She’d already been out with him several times, but Mel was determined to make tonight special.

Her phone buzzed and she glanced at it while throwing on another layer of mascara.

*I am so hungry.*

The text was from Sid. She grinned and responded, asking him what he wanted for dinner.

*You.*

His response caused a flash of heat to rush through her body. It was just after five o’clock. He was supposed to come by at six.

Mel dialed Lisa’s cell phone. “What’s up, chica?” Lisa asked.

“I’m such a slut. I cannot wait to get Sidney Crosby naked.”

“You’d be looney tunes if you didn’t want to get Sidney Crosby naked,” Lisa responded. “Tonight’s the night?”

“Maybe.” Mel sighed. “Okay, fine. Yes. If I have my way, tonight is the night. I hope I don’t suck.”

“I bet he hopes you do suck.”

Mel rolled her eyes at her friend’s pun. “Har har har, Lisa. You know what I mean.”

“You’ll be fine. Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“I might pass out if his takes his shirt off. It’s a complete possibility.”

“Shit, Don just walked in. Listen, I want the dirty deets tomorrow.”

“Don’t be gross, Lisa.” That said, Mel hung up and finished applying her makeup and fixing her hair.

She decided on a cute black dress with white polka dots. It was sleeveless with a square neckline and a hem that fell to her knees. The bodice of the dress was flitted and tight against her breasts and waist, but the skirt was loose and swirled around her legs. She slipped on a pair of black flats. Her lingerie was carefully chosen--a pair of black lace bikinis that were, for the most part, see-through and a matching demi-bra that would serve her breast up on a platter once he got her dress off.

Mel was washing the veggies when she heard her doorbell. Her stomach immediately dropped to her feet and then shot back up to her throat. Forcing herself not to run, she walked over to the door and opened it.

Sid was standing in the hall, a bouquet of pink, peach, and yellow flowers in one hand and a shallow plastic container in the other. He looked almost as nervous as she felt.

“Hey,” he said, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

“Hey,” she replied, stepping back to let him in.

“Nathalie made us dessert. She insisted.” He held the container out to her.

She took it and lifted the lid for a peek. Cupcakes. Pistachio cupcakes by the looks of them. “They smell delicious,” she said. “And it’s a good thing you brought it because I didn’t even think to get dessert.”

He followed her into the kitchen while she sat the cupcakes on the counter and pulled a vase from underneath the sink for the flowers. Once she’d filled it with water, he dropped the flowers inside.

Before Mel could carry them into the dining room, Sid spun her around and kissed her soundly on the lips. She brought her hands up to clutch at his shoulders while his hands rested confidently on her waist. “You look gorgeous,” he whispered when he lifted his lips from hers.

“Not as gorgeous as you do,” she whispered back. He was in a pair of faded jeans and a blue T-shirt. The jacket he’d worn was lying across the table by the front door. The shirt was snug around his biceps and shoulders. Mel mentally fanned herself. What was she getting into? He was totally out of her league.

“Lies,” he teased, giving her another kiss. This one was softer and more patient. “What’s for dinner?”

“Roasted halibut with sauteed green beans and carrots.” She gestured over to the freshly-washed vegetables on the counter. “Ooh, and sauvignon blanc.” Mel picked up one of the bottles and handed it to him.

“Can I do the honors?”

She nodded and handed him the corkscrew. With ease, he opened the wine and poured generous portions into the two wineglasses waiting on the counter. They clinked their glasses together before having a taste.

“Good?” she asked.

“Very.” He took another drink and leaned against the counter. “Can I help you cook?”

“Absolutely not. Tonight is your treat,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him as she dumped the veggies into a pan.

His eyes were heated and his lips were turned up into a faint smile. “My treat? Do I get whatever I want tonight?”

She felt like her knees might give out and she’d be on the kitchen floor any moment now. “Probably,” she replied.

He licked his lips.

“Stop being so fucking hot,” she said, snapping herself back into reality and drizzling olive oil on top of the green beans and carrots.

She picked up her glass and gulped down half of it, then knocked back the other half before holding the empty out to him for a refill.

He laughed at her demand. “I’m not being anything. I’m just having these really, really bad, dirty thoughts about you.”

Mel watched him refill her glass and then his own. He took a drink, his eyes still glued to her.

“How about some music?” She rushed past him and into the living room. Her laptop was hooked up to the nice speakers she’d splurged on a couple years back. “What do you want to listen to.”

“What do you have?” He peered over her shoulder, scanning through her iTunes library.

She put her hand on the screen. “Hey, don’t judge.”

Sid chuckled and pulled her hand away. “No judging. Unless you have Kenny G. And then I’m going to judge the shit out of you.”

“Woo, glad I dodged that bullet. Are we going for laid back? Relaxing?”

“Mmm, hmm.” His voice reverberated down her spine because he was behind her, his mouth just an inch from her ear.

She hit the X on her keyboard and hit return when the cursor hovered over The XX. The beginning strains of their debut album starting playing. It was minimalist with a hypnotic groove. And it was sexy in a very undercover sort of way.

Sid’s hands were on her hips and his nose tickled the hair at the nap of her neck. “This sounds good,” he said.

“You have a one-track mind tonight,” she replied, turning in his arms. He smelled heavenly--woodsy with just the slightest hint of musk and citrus.

He smiled down at her, his eyes shining with happiness. It took her breath away. “The curiosity is killing me. I have to know what panties you have on.”

Mel stuck the tip of her tongue out at him. Before he could grab her, she slipped away and hurried into the kitchen to find the halibut in the fridge.

She sat the paper-wrapped filets on the counter and pulled a tray from the cabinet. The oven was already pre-heated and the filets wouldn’t take long once she put them in.

“What is this band?” he asked, leaning against the counter to her right while he sipped his wine.

“The XX. One of my favorites. Totally underrated.”

“I love it.”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled. “I’m glad. Are you hungry? Should I turn the stove on and get these veggies sauteed before I put the halibut in?” She wasn’t really in any hurry to end the evening. This dance with him was delicious. Mel grabbed her glass and let the chilled white win slide down her throat.

Before she knew what happened, he was behind her, pressing her hips against the cabinet. His hands were braced on the countertop and all she could see were his muscular forearms while he breathed heavily against her neck.

Using his chin and nose, he nudged away her hair and planted soft kisses from her earlobe down to the curve of her shoulder.

“You’re cheating,” she moaned.

“Nuh uh,” he replied.

“You are. My neck is my spot. I can’t think straight when you do that.”

“Good.” His hands slid off the counter and settled on her waist before slowly sliding up. He paused briefly just below her breasts before continuing up, cupping a breast in each hand. His hands were big and his index fingers brushed the bare skin of her chest revealed by the low neckline.

The room was spinning and all she could feeling was his hard body pressed behind her, his hands gently massaging her breasts, and his soft lips running up and down her neck interspersed with nips from his teeth.

“Sid,” she moaned.

“I don’t want to wait until after dinner,” he whispered. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

His hands moved down her stomach and curved around to trace the swell of her hips and thighs. She braced her hands on the counter as he lifted the edge of her skirt and slipped his hands underneath to let them travel up her bare thighs.

Mel turned her head and he took advantage by capturing her mouth with his. He slipped his tongue between her lips just as his fingertips traced over the hips of her panties. She very nearly collapsed against the counter when he moved his right hand to her mound, cupping her and stroking her through the thin lace of the underwear.

Everything was spiraling out of control, but she didn’t want to stop a single thing. He felt too good. Sid’s mouth had latched onto her neck again, just behind her ear. He was gently sucking on the skin and laving it with his tongue. His middle finger was rhythmically rubbing her slit.

“You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop,” she warned, gasping for breath.

He responded by pulling back and dragging the zipper of her dress down to her waist. She turned around and he caught her in another toe-curling, passionate kiss. Her hands went underneath his T-shirt and pushed it up as she ran her fingers up his abs and chest. Sid obliged by lifting his arms and helping her take his shirt off. He was all muscles and golden skin--an Adonis.

The shoulders of her dress were slipping now that she wasn’t zipped up and when they fell far enough his eyes went to the bra that pushed her breasts up. The cups just barely covered her nipples.

“Do your panties match?” he asked, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

“Why don’t you find out?” Mel challenged, ghosting her fingertips over his nipples.

He jerked her dress down roughly, but not unkindly. Her breath hitched at the sudden change in him. Sweet, shy Sidney Crosby was an animal. Her brain was swimming at the thought of him on top of her, holding her arms down as he pounded into her. Wetness flooded down south as soon as her dress hit the floor.

“Bedroom,” Sid said darkly, pulling his eyes up from the panties to look her in the face.

“Think you can find it? I’ve got a huge apartment.”

He growled and ran his hands over her body before pulling her into him by grabbing her ass. They were kissing again and he was pulling her out of the kitchen. It wasn’t very graceful, but they fumbled their way through the living room and Sid led her down the short hallway to the bedroom.

He didn’t bother to turn the light on and neither did she. The hallway light cast a beam of yellow across the bed. He pushed her down on it and lowered himself on top of her, taking his time kissing her chest and the swell of each breast. Mel jutted her tits up into his mouth while she reached behind her to undo the clasp. He helped her pull the bra off and then alternated sucking her nipples. One of his hands was between her legs while the other was used to prop himself up.

Mel let her hands roam over his smooth back, scratching him lightly with her nails. He groaned and slipped a finger underneath the lace crotch of her panties. She sucked in a sharp breath and at the same time he said, “God, you’re so fucking wet.”

The music was still playing, subdued and background. She couldn’t hold it in her head for long because Sid was filling up her world. “I need...” she whimpered, unable to finish the sentence because he’d slipped his middle finger inside her.

After a moment of exploring her, he pulled back and bent her legs at the knees so he could pull her panties off. She helped him, kicking off her flats in the process.

When she look up, he was no longer on the bed. Before she could open her mouth, his hands were on her legs, pulling her toward the edge of the mattress. He was kneeling in the floor, looking at her like she was the last piece of his favorite pie.

“Sid, what are you...” she choked on the question when he buried his face in her pussy, licking all the way up her slit with the flat of his tongue before circling her clit playfully.

For a moment she was self conscious, worried that she wouldn’t measure up to his standards now that she was naked and his mouth was latched onto her most private of parts. His enthusiastic devouring of her body put those worries to rest, though. He groaned and the sound vibrated her clit and tightened the muscles in her core.

He had slipped a finger inside her again while he worked her clit with his lips and tongue. Mel clenched at the fresh bedsheets with her hands. She could feel the pleasure building.

“Sid, I’m... oh, God. I...” She couldn’t form sentences. His mouth was too good. His fingertips were digging into the flesh of her hip.

“Tell me what to do,” he murmured, his lips still on her pussy. “Tell me how to get you off.”

She turned her face to the side, feeling the cool sheet against her flushed cheek. “Put another finger in me."

He slipped his index finger in with his middle finger.

“Curl them up.”

“Like this?”

She gasped. He’d hit the spot like he’d always known where it was. “Yessssss,” she hissed. “Rock your hand up and down.”

He did as she asked, leaning down to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue. “Like this?”

“Oh, God! Like that. Yes.” She couldn’t breathe and her orgasm was moments away. She could feel it building each time he rocked his hand and hit that spot in her pussy.

“I am so fucking hard for you right now,” he whispered, kissing her thigh before returning to her clit. “I can’t wait to...”

“Sid!” she cried out, cutting him off. Her walls clenched down on his fingers as the orgasm spread from her pussy out. Her stomach warmed with a delicious heat; her arms and legs turned to jelly. Her brain fuzzed out for a moment, like static on a television, making the world unclear and dreamy.

When she recovered and looked down at him, he was standing beside the bed between her knees, unbuckling his belt. Mel sat up and pushed his hands out of the way, jerking the belt loose from the clasp and undoing the button and zipper of his jeans.

He stepped away and toed off his shoes and socks. The jeans were riding low on his hips by the time he stepped back up to the bed. She slipped her hands underneath the waistband at his hips and pushed his jeans and boxers down in one motion. Purposefully, Mel let her hands wrap around to trace the curve of his perfect ass. His lower body was all muscle and his cock was on full display now--long and thick and shining with a drop of wetness at the very tip.

She licked her lips and moved toward him to taste. Sid stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ll come if you do that.”

“That’s the point.”

He chuckled and ran his hand roughly through his mussy hair. “No, you don’t get it. I’ll come in like two seconds. And I really, really want to be inside you.”

“Oh,” she said, eyes wide. He slipped something from the pocket of his jeans before climbing onto the bed with her. His mouth traveled up her body--stomach to breast to neck. She turned her head, giving him unfettered access to her neck and saw a foil packet between his fingers At least he’d remember a condom. She didn’t do this often enough to even think of it.

“Mel...” His voice was pleading.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips up to encourage him. She could feel his cock pressing against her, teasing her.

He ripped the packet open and slipped the rubber sheath over his impossibly perfect cock. A second later he had aligned it and pressed into her. She was so wet that he entered easily, no resistance or struggle. Suddenly she felt so full that it was unbearable. Mel threw her head back and dug her heels into his ass, urging him to move.

And he did move. He pulled back until just his tip was inside her before forcefully slamming back into in. He was big enough to hit her cervix, causing a delicious kind of pain that was more pleasure. Two more strokes and they were both panting, and clutching at each other. He shoved a hand between their bodies and pressed a thumb into her clit.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, looking down at her. All she could see was magnificent, muscular shoulders and a wide chest. His face was half in shadow in the dark room.

“Talk to me,” she whispered, running her nails down his chest.

The sides of his lips pulled up into a grin. “Do you like talking dirty?”

“Uh, huh,” she said, her face flushed. “It makes me hot.”

Sid adjusted himself and pressed his body into hers. His thumb was still on her clit and he was still pumping into her, but his mouth was now pressed against her ear. “I felt your pussy come around my fingers a minute ago. And I need you to come again so I can feel you milking my cock like that.”

“Oh, God. Sid...”

“You’re so fucking tight. So wet. Later tonight I’m going to make you ride me so I can see what my cock looks like disappearing into you.”

The heat of his breath, the friction of his thumb, the fullness caused by his cock, and the sexy words tumbling over his lips coalesced into an intense orgasm. She let out a strangled cry, bucking her hips up into him as her heels dug deeper into his ass.

Sid stiffened and grunted, his rhythm broken and awkward. “Oh, fuck. Yes, Mel,” he moaned collapsing onto her body. She gently rubbed her hands over the expense of his back as he collected himself.

After a few moments of holding each other, he carefully pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. She giggled as he climbed back into bed and pulled her closer, kissing her temple, then forehead, then lips.

“I probably can’t walk,” she admitted.

He laughed, running a hand casually down her waist to trace the curve of her full hip. “Me neither. Sorry I ruined dinner.”

“Are you kidding? This was way better than halibut.”

They laid in bed, touching and kissing, until the album ended and started to repeat itself.

“Are you hungry?” she asked, propping her head up on her arm.

He smiled. “Starving.”

She smacked his chest playfully and slipped out of bed. She found his shirt in the kitchen and threw it on while she tried to decide if the halibut was still good. The filets were cool to the touch, so she tossed them on the pan with some seasoning and popped them in the oven before turning on the burner and heating up the veggies.

A moment later, she felt his arms wrapped around her and his chin resting on her shoulder. “You look incredibly sexy in my shirt.”

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