The Backhand

Anna woke up in a sweet, morning haze. The smell of the man she was with lingering on the sheets...lingering...as if on cue she felt something velvety and wet wiggle in between her lower lips. Her back arched in response to the sensation and Kris's eyes watched her from his place in between her legs. "Kris..." Anna's voice trailed off as he started working on her clit with sucking motions and nipping on her mound. He let out a growl and the vibrations worked their way through her core.

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Anna was strolling through the lobby of the hotel by 10 a.m. The team had a day off in between playing the Rangers and the Islanders, so Kris agreed to spend the day with her after her class. The good thing about hockey players is that generally people don't recognize them and if you take them to Manhattan, no one cares about anyone's business. Anna had packed an outfit in advance and stashed it in her car so no one would be suspicious of her showing up to class in a fabulous dress. The high-waisted denim fit her perfectly, so much that Kris had tried to convince her to stay for round three before she left.

Her dark brown bangs blew across her forehead and the wind slapped her face. Typical New York January, Anna thought. She thought about when she had got her Caroline De Maigret inspired bangs and how Naomi had laughed and said she was turning French. Anna had shrugged and said "Bon, mon ami." When Kris first saw her with them he had mumbled the dirtiest French into her neck, some of which Anna had to look up later.

The hotel was a strategic two blocks away from the NYU building Anna was headed to, and as she walked towards steps she noticed a kid walking down the street in a Tavares jersey. Her eyes rolled without her thinking about it. Hanging around New York hockey players made Anna feel sleazy, because they treated girls like they were disposable. She had never slept with one, thank God, but she knows plenty of people that came close or went all the way.

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Kris just finished his conversation with Catherine on the phone when Anna whirled into the coffee shop. She closed her eyes when their lips met and Kris closed his palm on the back of her neck, willing her lips to stay planted on his. They pulled apart and Anna gave him this naughty grin, "I couldn't stop thinking about what I'm going to do to you tonight in class."

"Tight libido, eh?" He mused.

She bit down on her lower lip, they were sharing a booth seat and Anna took advantage of this by grabbing Kris's hand and sliding it in between her thighs. His jaw set before he hungrily whispered, "You're so fucking wet." Anna scooped up her disposable coffee cup and wandered out into the streets of New York City with her hockey player trailing dutifully at her side.

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