No Thank You

“What the hell did you say Crosby!”

Sidney and a couple of other players turned around at the sound of an aggravated, female voice coming from behind them. Sid couldn’t help but smirk as his attention focused on a rather angry looking Alex, his split lip stinging as his lips rose. Matt, Chris and James chuckled near him, obviously amused by the unimpressed female as she shoved past Fleury, her eyes not wavering from Crosby’s eyes.

“I merely informed you that I scored the goal for you, what else would I have said.”

He nodded his head for his teammates to go on and head for the locker room, as he leaned one shoulder against the wall next to the door.

“Don’t take me for an idiot Crosby, I’ve been around hockey long enough to know that my ex and his friends don’t just jump the boards for nothing. I hope he got you good for whatever you said.”

It pissed him off that she was wearing the orange #19 jersey, which looked so good on her, simply matched up with a pair of black, tight jeans and snug-looking boots. Her anger had flushed her cheeks and he suddenly couldn’t deny that even the Flyers’ jersey on her couldn’t hide how attracted towards her he was.

Pushing her against the wall and towering over her in his skates and with some blood still trickling down his chin, Sidney’s uneven breath was catching in her ear when he leaned down.

“It was worth it, seen that it brought you straight into my arms, full of built-up sexual frustration. You look so sexy when you’re angry Alex.”

Their eyes met, their mouths now inches away from each other.
Most her female friends had always shook their heads when she declared she found the musky scent of hockey sweat was a turn-on, that split lips, nose bleeds and scars were signs of just how manly someone could be and that she didn’t mind missing teeth in hockey players. Looking at the drops of sweat falling from his soaking wet hair, the cut in his lip and the blood that was slowly drying up at this stage and the added height he had thanks to still wearing his skates-

“I am not your conquest! The way you smirked and pointed at me when you said whatever you said, and the way Scott jumped the boards means that you were behaving like the little bitch he always says you are!”

She cut her lust filled thoughts off quickly before her hormones were able to take over. His dark brown eyes held hers with a fierceness that she had only seen from him on the ice on TV. His big hands clamped down on both sides of her face, pulling her closer as his lips crashed into hers without as much as a warning.

His actions surprised her; she hadn’t expected him to literally maul her right outside the locker rooms after her ex boyfriend had just pummeled him minutes before. But the anger inside of her was only fuelling the longing for him; the way he was ravishing her mouth, she almost forgot that she was inside the bowels of the WFC and that there were a lot of people around these hallways that were not supposed to see this display of public…affection.

“I can’t do this.”

She pushed the taller man away by a fraction, the taste of blood from his lips lingering on hers, not able to look him in the eyes.

“That’s what you said last time but look what happened then.”

Alex slapped him across the face after he laughed her right in the face, that terrible smirk playing across his features again. He just laughed out again and grabbed her hand, pulling her after him further down the hall until he reached another door through which he pushed her as soon as he had opened it. Hearing the distinct click of the door being locked, her eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of brightness as he switched the light on; he had found them a trainer’s room. How romantic!
Though both Alex and Sid knew that there was absolutely nothing romantic about the kind of desire they held for each other. He loved the way she made him work for it and its sweet rewards and as much as Alex preferred men closer to her own age who had been around the block a few times and knew where they stood in life and how to treat a woman. Sid was none of those things.

Towering over her, Sidney tried to settle his labored breathing as he stared down at her. It wasn’t hard to see the conflict in her eyes but Sidney knew he could use this to his advantage. Grabbing the hem of his jersey, he swiftly pulled it over his head and rid himself of the shoulder pads, throwing them into the corner near the door.

“It made me crazy how much Hartnell was trying not to give me and the guys a reaction out there. The way you looked at him every time he came off his shift,”

He went on, opening the strings of his hockey pants and pushing them down into his knees. Her breath caught in her throat as his erection sprung free, its tip making contact with the sweaty material of his black spandex shirt. His long fingers were quick making work on the buttons of her jeans, pushing them past her hip in sync with her panties, leaving her shaved privates exposed to his stares and eliciting an appreciative growl from within the depths of his chest,

“It made me wish you would have looked at me that way. Fuck Alex, even his jersey doesn’t make you look any less appealing right now.”

His lips came down heavy on hers again as his left was cupping her wet heat, now more than ever certain that she wanted this as much as he did in this moment. She pushed him away and freed herself from her skinny jeans and boots as fast as she could. Having his dick right in her line of sight once the pants were discarded made her throw her last inhibitions over board. Falling to her knees right in front of him, she reached around and let her hands grab the back of his muscular thighs, a shiver of want going through her body as the breath leaving her made his dick visible twitch.

“Shit.”

Sid hissed as her mouth engulfed him not seconds later, the wet warmth feeling amazing on him. But he had learnt from the last time: he wouldn’t leave anything to chance this time. He would show her that he was not usually a 2-minutes-wonder. He would make sure that he was leaving a lasting impression, one that would have her crave his touch and dick every time she had the faintest of desires.

Taking a quick look around the room he had chosen to push her into, Sid quickly deemed the desk as sufficient for the first part of their little endeavor. He knew well that they wouldn’t have all the time in the world. He was after all the Captain of the winning team and he knew his responsibilities with the waiting media.
Pushing her back from her current position, he stumbled back the few feet between him and the desk and held out his hand in a silent command to join him. Getting up from the rubber covered floor, she yanked Scott’s old jersey off her slender frame and discarded it on a heap on the floor somewhere, taking uncertain steps towards the intimidating mass of muscle sitting against the edge of a sturdy looking desk.

His body was glorious. It was still hidden beneath his tight spandex long sleeve shirt, but all the muscles fathomed under the sweaty material, his naked legs still awkwardly caught by his hockey pants and his skates still on his feet. Not even in all the time with Scott had she fucked him in his gear in such disarray.

“Come here babe.”

His voice was low, the loss of the much too large jersey revealing a tiny little tank top straining over her large chest. Oh the things he wanted to do to her breasts!
He didn’t have to ask her twice; she straddled him immediately, placing her shins against the flat wooden surface of the table, her hands clutching on to his broad shoulders. Locking lips again in a kiss that was much more coordinated and deep than the ones before, she slid down against him, sure that her folds would leave her own juices mingled with his sweat in his top.

His hand moved down in between them, slightly adjusting himself until the tip of him slipped inside of her, causing her to pause her movements altogether for a few seconds before slowly lowering her own body down on his length until she came to a rest against his thighs.

“You have no idea how much I love your quads.”

Alex breathed out in a low moan, feeling his muscles contract beneath her ass the same moment her movement had swallowed his entire shaft inside her. Both chuckled quietly over her comment, all the previous tension suddenly gone.
He allowed her to remain in this motionless position for however long she needed. Sid knew that he was a little larger than average, and he sure as hell hoped that he was much bigger than her ex.

Opening his eyes again he came to stare right back into hers, not being able to determine what exact color hers held at this moment. The emotions were swirling through her irises and he couldn’t help but place a small, loving kiss onto the tip of her nose.
Lifting herself up again and setting a slow pace, it didn’t take them too long to realize that their bodies worked perfectly together, their breathing and movement and the fit he had inside of her. Every time she ended back against his thighs, the tip of him stroked that little sweet spot right inside of her, which had rarely been reached before.

Sidney couldn’t hold back any longer; his hands instantly finding the hips of her hourglass figure, grabbing them firmly as he met her on every single one of her down strokes, eliciting the sweetest and most innocent of mewls from her swollen lips. Those very same lips started wandering across his strong jaw, licking off his sweat and nipping on his tender, pale skin until he shuddered.

“Fuck.”

He pulled her down harder against himself as both their breathing became more labored quickly, their rapid pace steadily growing. Sid could feel her legs starting to give out and he stilled both of them for a moment, his mouth close to her ear before he lifted himself, and her in turn- off the table. Alex slid free of his hard dick and stood trembling in front of him, her legs almost buckling until his strong arms offered support. He didn’t wait long until he moved her again; pushing her torso flush against the surface of the desk he spread her legs with his knees, nudging them bit by bit further apart. Seeing her bare naked butt pointed towards him made his mind reeling. Guiding himself back inside of her had both of them moan loudly as he bottomed out inside of her, much deeper than he had been before. He couldn’t help himself but push her top up on her back, focusing in on a piece of ink he hadn’t seen the previous time they had been intimate. He was just about to ask her about the intricate design when she started pushing back against him and his entire focus shifted, solely concentrating on the tingling sensation in his balls.

“Oh my God Crosby, do that again!”

Alex all but shouted as his hips swiveled with his next stroke, holding her top in his clenched fist. He wanted to pull her hair, wanted to make her feel just how badly he enjoyed this. Standing up straighter and looking at his dick disappearing into her folds, he growled and spanked her perfectly shaped butt, emitting a surprised, sharp noise from her the same time her pussy was clenching down on him.

“You like me slapping that prime piece of ass of yours? Does that turn you on?”

Another two sharp slaps echoed off the walls, reciprocated by her pushing back against his dick’s now rapid pounding. He had never done this kind of thing with a woman before, not thinking that it would be something that would give him much in return. Maybe it was just Alex’s reactions to those sharp spanks that had him smirk, had his dick twitch inside her every time she clenched around him when he administered the sloppily placed hits but he knew that he would certainly mark it as a possible scenario from now on, if women reacted the way she did.

“Yes!”

Was all he heard from her and he could feel his balls tighten that very moment. Instantly wrapping the hand that had been occupied with her top in her long hair and pulling it tightly towards him, he landed his palm against her skin a few more times, seeing it slowly flare up in a rosy color and against his usual sexual preferences it turned him on till no end.

“Touch yourself.”

He ordered as his feet started to hurt in his skates. He could spend hours on the ice for practice or at a game, but this position was starting to take its toll on him and his balls were already so tight that he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Alex’s hand was slipping in between her and the table, two fingers rapidly rubbing her clit trying to compensate for his rapid movements. But then the game changed and the bottom of her tummy pulled all the way up towards her diaphragm: with every stroke inside her he pulled her harshly by the hair in his fists, giving her just the right amount of pleasure and pain from both ends of her body. Her bottom was stinging from the slaps he had given her and she loved the sensation of her hot flesh. It was something Scotty would sometimes do after a fun, drunk night out but always with measure like he thought he would break her. Having a young, athletic athlete plow into her like this and hand out the slaps just strong but not hard enough…she felt her insides clench in combination with her self-administered circles around her clit.

Just as she thought she was going to explode with a few more strokes from him, he pulled her flush against his torso by the hair, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them, his hips bouncing against hers in well-placed strokes as his fingers found her nipples, harshly rolling them. Alex came undone that very moment, a dam broke and she was unable to hold back coming all over his dick buried deep inside her. All movement seized whilst he was still pumping in and out of her, looking for his own release. He soon found it as her head turned just enough to catch his lips in an ecstatic yet soppy kiss, Sidney spilling himself deep inside her causing yet another wave of orgasm from Alex as she could feel the spurt of his juices shoot up inside of her.

There was nothing he could have compared this experience to. All he knew was that romps like this were supposed to end quickly, but he felt no desire to pull out of her. Instead he just hugged her closer to his yet again sweaty body and kissed all and any expanse of skin he was able to reach.

“I have to go, I’m getting a lift from Scotty’s sister.”

Her words were uttered quietly, like she didn’t want to say them at all. But he knew that no matter how much he just wanted to stay with her right now, they both had places to be right now. Allowing himself to gently bite her shoulder, he pulled out of he warm confines, immediately regretting the move as the cold air hitting his deflating dick was like a punch in the face, making him hiss.
Sidney had hope that her legs would buckle, admitting that he had given her something that she hadn’t expected, but she was quick on her feet and stepped back into her panties and jeans, pulling them up her slender legs all in one go before putting on her boots.
Turning, Sid was standing against the table, his spandex shorts and hockey pants pulled back up again, he had made no move to grab his shoulder pads or jersey. His whole demeanor had changed: whereas anger and sexual tension prior had fueled him, his whole body was sated, tired and relaxed.

Opening his arms, she stepped into them without question, allowing him to engulf her in a tight yet gentle hug.

“Call me when you get home from this…holiday. Maybe we can meet somewhere away from hockey. I would love to hear what’s going on with Hartnell and you.”

Ending his request with a small kiss to her temple, he let his arms drop and watched her step away, making a beeline for the door. She turned around just before slipping through the small crack she had allowed to open the door, most likely knowing that there would be people roaming in the hallways outside their small haven.

“I’ll talk to you soon Crosby.”

He was relieved that there was no bite to her voice, and the small smile tugging on the corners of her lips gave him hope that she might actually stand by what she was saying. Trying to keep eye contact until the door closed behind her, he raked his hands through his hair the second the door closed behind her with a small thud.

He was about to rush to the door to shout after her when his eyes caught orange fabric next to his shoulder pads: she had left behind her Flyers’ jersey. Instead of reveling in his recent conquest, he saw a sure way of seeing her again, should she not call him up when back in Pittsburgh as he hoped she would.

Minutes later Alex was rushing out of the main entrance of the WFC, clawing at the cardigan that she had thoughtfully crammed into her bag. She was beating herself up for leaving behind her Flyers’ jersey behind with a very much drained Sidney Crosby minutes ago, but there was no way she was able to go back and retrieve it. She had made sure to avoid the home team locker room. Sid and her couldn’t have taken more then maybe 20 minutes, so Scott would still be busy with interviews at this stage. His behavior after Sid’s goal would be her excuse for not joining them at the post-game drinks the team had planned, so she was rather keen on getting a cab back to his place, his spare key burning a hole into her jeans’ pocket.

What she hadn’t counted on was her ex boyfriend’s sister seeing her rush through the busy corridors of the lower bowels of the arena, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed and lips bruised by kisses.
Glee was spreading through her as she practically skipped towards her brother’s locker room. She knew all too well that Scott and her had always been at each other after intense games, and with the recent happenings she could only assume that sexual tension had finally gotten the better of them.

“Scotty!”

She discovered her sibling just inside the locker room, already showered and dressed in his suit, chatting with a couple of his teammates. He was looking at her with a smile, until it fell upon realizing that the person he expected to be with his sister wasn’t there.

“Where is Alex, did you not find her?”

Kyla laughed out and hugged him tightly as she practically threw herself into his arms. It was cute how he was trying to play innocent.

“Oh come on, I’ve seen her a few minutes ago looking very much like she was trying to avoid the walk of shame after you probably ravished her just after being sent off. Good on you! I know you’re my brother and I shouldn’t even think about you this way but I can imagine it was hot and steamy. Good on you, she looked like she had problems walking straight!”

Scott just stared at Kyla, not being able to process her words as yet another figure popped up from behind her, a shit-eating grin on his innocent face.

“What do you want Crosby, our locker rooms are off limits for you guys.”

Timmonen voiced as the other team’s captain stepped towards the group. Pulling his right hand from his behind his back, he revealed a crumpled up jersey. Scott’s jersey.

“Found this on the floor in our hallway, seen that it had your number on it I assumed it was Alexandra’s seen that she disappeared after you landed those punches on me. I only wanted to return it to you, I am sure she’ll be looking for it later.”

The younger man was quick on his feet as Hartnell rushed towards him before some of his friends were able to hold him back.

“Girls always dig a winner Hartsy, maybe you should give up before you start making a bigger fool out of yourself as you already have. See you in Pittsburgh soon. Real soon.”