One Shots

I heard him bump into the dresser, followed by a string of curses mumbled in his groggy morning voice. “You alright?” I mumbled, rolling onto my back and stretching my arms above my head.

He sighed, stepping closer and sitting on the edge of the bed, taking one of my feet in his hands and rubbing gently. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Too late!” I smirked, opening one eye and grinning. His dark hair was slicked back, still wet from the shower he hadn’t gotten dressed from. Shirtless with grey Flames sweatpants, he looked divine this morning. “Hmm, where are you off to?”

His hands moved up my leg and onto my calf, kneading the muscle with his calloused fingers. I moaned and slid closer, the cool air hitting the skin exposed when I pulled the covers up. I heard him exhale, felt his fingers tighten briefly before he stood up and cleared his throat.

"I uh- I have morning skate. The guys will be here in ten.“

I pressed my thighs together and hummed, eyeing the way his jaw was clenching and unclenching from my spot in our bed. "So we have ten minutes?” He shook his head and reached for a hat to tug on, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he pulled it down. “Sean?” I whined, reaching out for him.

“Baby, we don’t have time. After practice, huh?”

“Fine.” I harrumphed, crossing my arms over my chest. “But how about a kiss?”

He deemed that doable, crossing the room and bending down to meet my lips. I caught his mouth on mine, his hand resting on the curve of my breast as I tangled mine in the hair sticking out from his hat. I moaned against him, leaning up further to run my tongue along the seam of his mouth.

I could feel him holding back, not entirely hiding it as his grip on my body tightened. “Hmm, Sean.” I reached out to palm him through the thin grey fabric keeping him from me. He pulled back a bit, his eyes fluttering shut in hesitation.

“I- a quickie?” He offered, moving to climb on top of me. I shook my head, sliding my hand under the waistband and grinning happily. He shuddered as I wrapped my hand around the base of him, his skin so soft against my palm.

The weight of his erection in my hand woke up the rest of my body and I rolled onto my side, kicking off the rest of the sheets and pulling a pillow between my bare legs. I needed friction at my core; a friction to match the pace I was building with him as I pumped his shaft.

"Damn," he mumbled, his head falling forward on his broad shoulders. I watched his chest rise and fall unevenly, shaken up at even the slightest stimulation. He watched me, reaching out to tug his sweats lower on his hips, and hissed at the cool air on the head of his cock.

I ran my thumb over the tip of it, his breath catching in his throat when I leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to the head. "Please don't tease me." His voice cracked and I pulled him between my lips, sucking softly as my tongue explored the soft skin. He felt so good, so heavy in my mouth, that I moved to take more.

I grabbed his ass, eager to keep him as close to me as I could, and he matched my hand. His fingers laced in mine and I looked up to catch his eyes on mine. His own, framed by dark curly lashes, were hooded in lust and I groaned as my nose brushed the skin at the base of his cock.

"Holy shit!" He sounded exasperated, on the edge of coming in my mouth, and I rocked my hips against the pillow. It wasn't enough, nothing was compared to watching him in this sweet ecstasy. "Are you- are you wet for me?" He panted, reaching his hand down and brushing his long fingers along my outer thigh.

I nodded, pulling him out of my mouth and running my hand along his shaft. "Sean, you have no idea how much-"

I was interrupted by a horn honking outside, followed by the familiar ring of his cell phone. "Fuck, they're early." He moved to step back and I shook my head, sliding off of the bed and onto my knees.

"You can be a few minutes late, huh? For me?" I didn't wait for an answer, simply pulling one of his balls into my mouth and sucking on it lightly. My hand held his cock firm against his abs and I felt them tighten under my fingertips. I let it slip from my grasp and Sean took it, jerking it quickly.

His jaw clenched above me, eyes squeezed shut in concentration as I sat patiently waiting for him to get close. His breathing was erratic and labored, sweat beading on his chest. "So close," he muttered, holding himself tight for me to wrap my lips around him.

His fingers knotted in my hair as he shot to the back of my throat, a heavy groan erupting from his throat along with my name. I dug my nails deep into the back of his thighs, pulling him close as he came apart. When he was done, I kissed his hip softly and he reached for me, grabbing my elbow to pull me up into a warm embrace.

"I love you so much," he panted, leaving a kiss on my forehead before moving to grab his backpack, "but you are fucked when I get home."

I smiled sweetly, crossing my legs as I dropped onto the bed. "Is that a promise?"

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