One Shots

I leaned against the hood of the car, heat radiating from the engine to the bare skin of my legs as I stood in the cool Carolina air. The bus pulled to a stop in front of me, brakes sighing heavily before the lights cut off.

My skin prickled in excitement as the hem of my dress blew in the breeze. He’s here, I thought happily. It was another minute before the guys started shuffling off and I saw his tousled black hair. He was talking to Murphy, one arm slung over his teammate’s shoulder while they sauntered towards the parking lot.

“Hey, Murph!” I shouted, making no move but grabbing their attention. His head snapped in my direction and he jerked his elbow into Justin’s side, his eyes following Ryan’s. “Your friend’s cute. Does he have a girlfriend?”

I saw an eyebrow raise and felt my stomach flip as I leaned further back onto the hood of the Mustang. Justin said a quick goodbye before making his way over, eyes never leaving mine until he stood a few feet away. Letting his duffel bag slip off of his shoulder, he gave me a once over. The side of his mouth pulled back into a sweet smirk and I couldn’t help but chuckle, fighting the urge to jump up and spin around for him.

“New car?”

“It was a gift.”

“You know you didn’t have to pick me up. I could’ve gotten a ride from one of the guys.”

"I wanted a chance to show off my presents.“ I said with a shrug, sliding from the hood and taking a step towards him. “And I thought you’d want to take it for a drive.”

He met my advances and slid a strong hand around my waist, sliding down the small of my back until it came to rest on my ass. I purred into it, reaching between us to hold the keys out on my middle finger, his eyes never dropping from mine.

“It’s yours now. And speaking of presents,” he reached a finger out and ran his thumb over the sleeve of my dress, “I thought I asked you to wear the red dress?”

There was an edge to his voice, a sharp tone that pulled a deep heat to my core. I knew this tone well and, in all honesty, I had hoped for it the whole way here. “Oh, you wanted me in the red dress?” I asked, widening my eyes as my fingers made quick work of the buttons on my dress.

He took in a sharp breath and grabbed me by the wrists, pulling me flush against his chest and into a fevered kiss. I rolled into him, my hips canting to meet his as he held me close by the back of my neck. His cologne, his beard against my skin… the deprivation of this road trip had been too much and I moaned into him before pulling away.

“Justin,” my voice was barely a whine as he backed me to the edge of the car, his hands cupping the bottom of my ass to pick me up and set me back on the hood. “Justin, baby…”

He leaned back, eyes dropping to take in the maroon lace taking the place of his hands over my breasts. “Fuck, I knew that would look so beautiful-” he leaned down, leaving a warm kiss where they met, “against your skin.” He pulled me in for another kiss, his thumb tracing the line of my jaw while his other hand was firm on my back. “You look like a fucking angel.”
I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down lightly, feeling him hum against me as he settled between my thighs.

“Justin,” I whispered between kisses, “take me home.

Notes

also seen on a hockey smut blog, thought I'd post here as well ;)