One Shots

"So Chris, down by one at the end of the second period- how are you guys feeling right now?"

"Yeah Aly, I'm uh- I'm pretty hungry actually."

"Hungry for a goal?"

"A sandwich, actually. A steak sandwich from Marielli's- medium rare with Swiss."

"Christopher, you-"

"And a beer. Continue."

I rolled my eyes and fell back in my desk chair, rubbing my temples in frustration. Chris chuckled across from me and I fought the urge to chuck the mic at him.

"Are you going to do this during the interview? Because it seems a little unprofessional, if I'm being honest." I glared at him and he raised his hands in surrender. "May I offer some constructive criticism?"

"No, but you can get out of my office." I pushed myself up and opened the door, leaning against it as Chris hauled himself out of the chair. His cologne washed over me and I bit my lip as he approached, hands finding my waist briefly. He pulled his long fingers over my body and tucked a finger under my chin to pull my eyes to his.

"Aly... Big Al, whatsa mattah?" His fake New York accent was awful and I bit back a laugh. "C'mon babe, what's wrong? You're so tense."

I reached out and held him at bay with a hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscles of his chest warm against my palm. "You said you'd help me," My voice was low and whiny and I hardly recognized it as I spoke, "But you're being an asshole."

"Oh babe, I'm sorry! I was trying to make you comfortable. I thought- I mean, I wanted to make you laugh."

"I appreciate that but this is my first time on camera and I... I want it to be perfect."

"Okay, well how about we go again? Totally kosher this time."

"You promise?" He nodded and claimed the chair across from my desk, reaching for the microphone and holding it out for me. I stepped forward to take it and he hooked an arm around my waist, pulling me down onto his lap with a sly grin. "What are you doing?"

"You need to relax." He mumbled, nuzzling his nose into my neck. A shiver ran through my body and he felt it, smiling as he grazed his teeth over my skin. "Let me help you Aly."

"A good practice interview would help." I protested weakly and he nodded before flicking one of my buttons open.

"Go ahead, I'm here."

His breath was warm on my chest as he popped another button and I had to take a moment to focus, trying to turn myself away from him and cut off access.

"Chris Kreider, you're down by one at the sound of the second period buzzer- how are you and the boys feeling right now?"

"Hmm, hungry. Looking to get out there and take what's mine."

"What about your teammates? Hockey is a team sport after all."

"I mean, if you're into that. But I get to go first."

I slapped his chest and he chuckled, leaving a warm kiss above my breast. "You're a pervert."

"You gonna say that on-air tonight?"

"Are you gonna feel me up on-air tonight?"

"You're giving me ideas babe." He reached up to twirl my ponytail around his finger, tugging lightly. I leaned my head back and he groaned, face falling into the swell of my breasts. "Aly," he murmured, pulling me to straddle his lap, "sweet, sweet Aly."

He nosed the cup of my bra aside and pulled my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it deliciously. My stomach flipped when he bit down lightly and I moaned involuntarily.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Christopher." I took his face in my hands and he met me with a dark, lust-laden gaze. "You have a game in two hours."

"Don't worry about me Al. Do you not want to?"

I looked at him for a moment, feeling his hard-on against my core and watching him bite his lip. He was like rock, firm between my thighs, and it took everything I had to stand up. I saw his face fall before I moved to the door, flicking the lock quickly.

"You sure you'll be able to play?"

He shot me a grin and jumped up, hands finding my waist to pin me against the wall. Between a rock and a phenomenally hard place, I lifted my leg to wrap it around him and bring him closer. "Fuck, Aly-" He grabbed my ass and lifted me, my core settling against his abdomen.

"Chris?" I knotted my fingers in his hair and pulled hard, urging him to finish his thought. He took a step back and sat me on the desk. "What are you-"

"I want to taste you." He fumbled with the hem of my dress and I lifted my hips to let him pull it up, stopping to trace my lips through my thong. He hooked his thumbs in the band and tugged it down slowly, a hand on my neck as he kissed me. He leaned forward and I went with him, laying flat on the desk with his body weight on mine.

He blindly tugged my panties down and slid a finger over my heat, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. I hitched my foot on the edge of the desk and he took the chance to slip into me. My body melted when he curled his digit and brushed my g-spot, smirking as I jerked underneath him.

He brushed my bangs from my face and kissed me hard before dropping to his knees in front of me. He kissed my ankle gently before lifting my leg over his shoulder, mimicking on the other side and taking a healthy handful of my ass. The anticipation he built in a moment, eyes locked on my pussy as he studied me, had my whole body on edge before he'd really touched me.

"Chris, please?" My voice was shaky and weak but he obliged, licking a stripe between my legs before delving in. His tongue danced circles, then everything else, over my clit before he slid two fingers back into me. "Oh shit!"

He reached up to hold a finger to my lips, a simple motion to quiet me, and I pulled it between my lips. Sucking hard, I pulled a guttural groan from his throat and felt him grin against my heat, turning his head quickly to press a kiss to my thigh.

"You're trouble, you know that?" He stood up and set a hand on my stomach, leaning down to hold me in place as he ran his thumb over my clit. The stimulation of his soft touch, combined with his deep thrusts and the addition of a third finger, sent me spiraling through an orgasm and clenching around him.

"Fuck, oh my God-" Chris silenced me with a kiss while I writhed beneath him. My muscles tensed for a few seconds as I rode out my high and he leaned back a bit to watch me intently. "Oh, Christopher!" I couldn't do much more than whisper as I turned my head to watch him palm himself.

"You alright?"

I reached out and he stepped closer, allowing me to undo his belt buckle with shaking hands. His cock was warm and his baby-soft skin on my palm had my mouth watering. I reached to grab his ass, to pull him close, and kissed the tip gently. He exhaled harshly as I ran him over my lips, lapping my tongue out occasionally to take in more skin.

"Aly, don't tease baby. You're killing me... let me fuck you."

"Be patient." I murmured as I left a kiss on his hip. Heat rolled off of him and I took him in my mouth, my nose brushing his stomach before I released him. He was speechless and I took him again, groaning when he touched the back of my throat.

"Oh," he whined above me and reached out, finding his balance with a hand on my waist. His thumb grazed my nipple and that spurred me on. "Oh, Aly- I'm not gonna make it if you keep doing that."

I looked up at him and smiled, pulling him free and kissing the head of his cock again. He traced his hand down my body and tugged my legs over so I was spread open to him. His tip brushed against my core and fire shot through my body.

"Oh, fuck me Chris."

He clamped a hand over my mouth and grinned, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "You have to be quiet Al, there are people outside!"

I wrapped my leg around his waist and pulled his hips closer, his cock resting on me heavily. "Who fucking cares?!"

With that, he reached down and slid into me. Inch-by-inch, I felt him stretch me until he was flush against me, stilling for a moment. I dug my nails into his forearm and kissed his palm, groaning when he pulled out and rammed back in.

"Oh, you feel so good!" I looked up and watched his jaw clench, brows furrowed in concentration as he fucked me. He slid his hand down to cup my breast, following his motions with his lips on my nipple again, and I tensed in delight. My back arched involuntarily and he wrapped his free hand under my waist, pulling me up to him.

My head fell onto his chest and he dropped into a chair behind him, pulling my dress up even farther to take a handful of my ass. I sat forward and began to ride him, stopping briefly to circle my hips against him.

"God damn, do that again!"

Now it was my turn to clamp a hand over his mouth, giggling when his eyes rolled back in his head. He mumbled against my palm and I pulled it back, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"I'm not gonna last with you- fuck, you feel so good."

His shoulders rose as his body tensed and he reached between us to ghost my clit. "Oh my god!" I buried my face in his chest and fell apart again, feeling his abs tense between us as he came hard. He filled my core with thick ropes of heat and held me still against him, thrusting upwards. The flex of his thighs brought more friction than I knew I could handle and my second orgasm quickly rolled into my third.

I was breathless against him and he wrapped me in his arms, his own chest heaving as I tried to steady mine.

"Aly," he panted, leaving a kiss on my sweaty temple, "that was... holy shit."

I nodded and moved to dismount, unsteady on my feet as I fell into another chair. My mind was racing in the best way and I watched him right himself, tucking his shirt back into his pants.

"Still nervous?" He leaned forward and squeezed my knee, chuckling when I shook my head weakly. "Good. I told you, you needed to relax."

Notes

Sorry I've been such a lunk...