Every Me and Every You - One

“Excuse me, Val?”

The voice was soft but warm, surprisingly deep.  It tickled across her bare shoulders and right down the back of her strapless red dress, tracing the zipper trail along her skin.  She turned the barstool slowly, so as not to slide right to the floor.

“Hi,” she managed to say.

Dear God.  As advertised, he was tall and wide, lanky but solid-looking in his dark gray suit.  The pattern on his white and purple shirt complimented the solid purple tie hanging just slightly loose at the base of his throat.  His thick shock of brown hair was artfully arranged into a stylish mess, like she knew it would be.  The shy half-smile and kind green eyes - it was all there, the whole package.  He always looked well put-together - tonight he’d done it for her.  Her already-hard nipples rubbed against the inside of her bra.

He took the moment to study her, as she was him.  Her shoulder-length brown hair was perfectly tousled, like she’d just gotten out of bed and couldn’t wait to go back.  Her dark eyes were carefully lined, her cheeks just a shade rosy and her lips stained with the hint of color from her bright red dress.  Creamy skin disappeared beneath a sweetheart neckline that hugged the curve of her breasts.  Even seated, he could tell she had a sexy little hourglass shape and thighs he could hold onto.  

He already knew what she liked.  He knew what she wanted from him - she’d told him, in a strange way, in her own words though they’d never even met.  Some part of him hadn’t believed she was real, or at least that he’d really want her.  Now his cock twitched plaintively beneath his suit pants, ready to sit up and beg for this woman.

He still put his hand out to shake, remembering his manners.  “I’m James.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

It’s going to be a lot of pleasure, he knew.  Over and over again.

Val dropped from the barstool, friction making her hemline slide another inch up her thighs.  She landed lightly on very high, brand new heels, which still only brought her height to his neck.  She’d fit right under his chin, and judging by the size of the rest of him, there would be plenty more places to fit together if the night went well.

“You’re, uh...,” he stuttered a little, “you’re beautiful.”  James couldn’t help it.  Despite everything, he was still surprised.  

Val tilted her head back and looked at him; the real him, real life James Neal.  The Real Deal, everyone called him.  Well he certainly is, she thought.

It hung heavily in the air - the reason they were both here, how they’d found each other.  For a moment they each waited for the other to broach the subject.  Not that they were embarrassed - okay, maybe a little.  But only that so much had already been said, and imagined, when so little had actually been enjoyed.  James planned to make up for that tonight, prove himself the cracked picture of perfection this woman had painted of him.

“I read what you wrote,” he finally said, stating the obvious.  “The ones about me.”

Val’s gaze didn’t shy away.  There was nothing in the words she was ashamed of, except maybe that she’d lacked his permission to write them.  Now that he’d seen her stories....

Once he started, James couldn’t stop.  His hand came up, fingers gently touching her soft, pale throat, dragging down to trace the swell of her breast.  It was the most forward thing he’d ever done - touch a woman he didn’t even know in such a way.  Her skin prickled with goosebumps beneath his fingertips.

“I never knew anyone thought of me like that,” he was whispering now, confessing.

His touch fired every nerve in her already feverish body.  Val licked her lips, mere inches from his, and confessed her own secret.

“You’re my fantasy, James.  Let me be yours.”
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Stall sent it to him.  Of course he could be trolling the internet for racy fan-fiction about himself - reading about this imaginary girl or that who couldn’t wait to suck his dick or bend over in the locker room.  There were plenty of them too, and Jordan made sure everyone knew it.  All the downtime on the road meant they’d all surfed to the end of the internet anyway.

“This is better than porn,” he insisted.  Jordan had shown most of the guys a story or two written about them.  A few brushed him off, but James would have bet money they were Googling that same title later, in private. It was mostly the same guys over and over - Crosby, Letang, Staal of course.  Jordan had found an Engelland one, even one about TK.

“Hey Nealer, I got something for you.”

“Get lost, Gronk.”  But James’ interest was piqued.

“Bro, you gotta see this.  I had to stop reading in chapter three, it got so hot.  Whoever this chick is man, she’s begging for your cock.”

“She’s not real!  It’s like picturing yourself in porn.”

Jordan straightened himself up to his full height.  “I always picture myself in a porn.”

James laughed.  “I know, man.”

Staal hit a button on his phone and James’ phone chimed a moment later, with a new email.  

“Just read it, dude.  From what I saw, you might actually know her.  Either that or she’s a good guesser.  And anyway, you’ll be spanking to it big time.”

James rolled his eyes for effect, wishing Jordan would leave already so he could open the link.

Staal smiled knowingly.  “Don’t rip your dick off.”
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The elevator door opened the moment he touched the button, like it shared their hurry.  He let Val in first, then stepped to the wall and pulled her back to his chest, her ass to his lap.  James’ hands were so big and strong at her hips that Val gasped.  Then she felt it: his length, pressed flat against the rise of her ass.  Nothing in the world could have stopped her from grinding against him.

James put his head back hard enough to bump.  Her firm backside was enough tease, now she was rolling his cock against the forgiving curve, and he was holding her tight.  With stars popping in his vision, James brought his mouth to the bare stretch of skin along her shoulder and kissed her hard.  She whimpered, bucking even harder.  His fingers dug into her hips, his lips grasped and sucked at her sensitive spot.  

Goddamn it fucking hurry up, elevator! they both thought.

Finally it dinged.  Like the bell at a horse race, the gate flew open and they were off.  James grabbed her elbow and steered her down the hall, walking quickly, Val teetering on her stilettos to keep up with his long stride.  All the way at the end, James stopped at the door to the corner suite.  He slipped the key card into the lock just as Val crushed against his side with some force.  The door sprung open and they stumbled inside.  James had left a few strategic lights on low, now he was grateful.  The sight of her ass wiggling in that dress was worth a million hotel suites.

She spun on a heel, locked eyes with him.  One look, that was it.  There would be time for talking later, maybe even laughing.  But right now, James had read her very dirty secrets and planned to give her enough new material for a lifetime.

“Come here,” she said.  Like an eager puppy he trotted to the middle of the living room.  James took her hands and lifted them together over her head, elongating her body.  Then he ran his palms over her shape, over every rise and curve, still in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you’re so...,” he had no idea what word to use.  She was more than he’d imagined, though just as she’d described herself in every paragraph.

Val smiled - a real smile, just as sexy as the one he’d seen before.  “I knew you would be.”

She kissed him, a gentle press of her lips to his that lasted long enough for a pulse of electricity to find his heart.  Light speed, probably.  A fraction of a second later, James was pushing his hands up underneath her dress.

“I have to be inside you,” he said out loud, something he’d never said before.  He’d never say it again, except to this woman.  But the things she’d written... James felt completely free to do and say anything he wanted, because Val already had.

“God yes,” she pawed at his chest, opening his tie and shirt and pulling them over his head.  He spun her hard and stopped, like freezing time, to slowly drag the zipper of her dress down to the small of her back, down to the flare above her ass.  The v-shaped opening revealed inch after inch of flawless skin.  The zipper ran out with a metallic chink and they were off running again.

James pushed his hands inside, over her breasts.  Squeezing his hands between her and the material he peeled it down until it slipped her from hips, leaving him holding the thin lace bands of her red thong.   James dropped to his knees and sank his teeth into the curve of her backside.

“Oh my...,” Val gasped, but James wasn’t done.  One hand stroked her ankle, her calf, behind her knee.  The other pushed two fingers into the cleft between her legs, over the hot, sticky spot already forming between her legs.  The pressure of his touch, rubbing the lace into her feverish skin, made her moan.

“James,” she said.  He responded by tugging that lace aside and squeezing those two fingers into her trembling pussy.

James’ head was spinning.  He was more turned on than he’d ever been, ready to prove to Val that she’d been right in envisioning him as a God in the bedroom.  And also to show her that she didn’t need to be home, writing stories, when she could be getting the real deal anytime she wanted.

“Mmmmm,” he said, fingering her deeply, enjoying the fight she needed to keep her feet in those sexy shoes.  It was all too much.  He popped his fingers free, stood and sucked them into his mouth, tasting her warm honey as he looked right into her eyes.  They’d hadn’t even properly kissed yet.  She grabbed him by the belt buckle and dragged him toward the bedroom.  He’d follow that ass in those little red panties and fuck-me shoes anywhere.
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James had read the story.  Alone in his hotel room for once, he’d forced himself to go slowly through every word.  The story was well done - a girl, a guy, a spark and a misunderstanding.  If the character hadn’t had his name, he would still have recognized a lot of himself in the male lead.  This girl was good: a good writer, but also a good reader.  From TV or interviews or wherever she got her information, she’d imagined him pretty close to the truth.

He briefly wondered if he really knew her.  The first sex scene erased that possibility.

Woah.  

He was an animal between the sheets.  The girl character was hot and sassy, more than a match for this version of James, but the story was clearly meant to be read and enjoyed by other women.  The real James blushed, breathless, at explicit descriptions of the things his alter-ego did and said.  He wished it was like that.  He closed his eyes and saw it that way.

He read the next story.  There were three about him - two long, one short - and he didn’t stop until all three were done.  Each had a different female lead and a slightly altered version of himself, each one eerily close with the exception of his bedroom skill.

Not that I’m bad, he told himself.  No one had ever complained and plenty of girls had come back for more.  But this was bodice-ripping, x-rated, wet dream stuff.

She had stories about other players too - some of his teammates, guys from the Hawks, Capitals, Canucks, Bruins. James didn’t open those pages.  The female stars in each of his stories shared a lot of traits; he imagined the author writing herself into the tales, changing her hair or clothes, her attitude just enough.  But she was on the page as much as he was.  

A version of her with another guy would be like cheating.

He knew it was insane.  And James knew he would never read those other stories.  Instead he shut the light off, climbed into bed with his phone and went back to Chapter One.  He wore himself out and was snoring long before his roommate came home.
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Val couldn’t think or she might faint.  She sat at the edge of the mattress and watched James walk toward her, stripped to the waist, and she compared the image in her mind to the one in front of her now.  Very similar.  He was taller and wider in person, his long body roped with svelte muscle.  If anything, Val had underestimated how sexy James Neal was.  He squared his shoulders as he approached.

“I like the way you look at me,” he said, again with the confessing.  There was no denying the hungry, turned-on gleam in her eye was making his blood boil.  Perched there on the bed in nothing but a scrap of lingerie, this hot little number was waiting to make both of their dreams come true.

“I like the way you look,” Val smiled, reaching for his belt as he stood in front of her.  A hard, sharp tug freed the tail and clinked open the buckle in one movement, then she slowly slid it free.  She pressed one hand over the swelling bulge in James’ pants, riding the heel of her palm along his hardening shaft.  He groaned.  When she reached the top, her fingers caught the zipper and went right back down.

Val licked her lips in anticipation.  James’ pants slipped away, leaving soft black boxer briefs in their wake.  His thick thighs were rock hard muscle under her hands.  

“Lay down,” she said, still writing the scene like a story, setting it up for multiple climaxes.  James obeyed, crawling up the mattress until he was propped against the pillows, awaiting her next command.

If this is the last thing I ever do, she thought.

In one easy motion she straddled his lap, coming down on his erection with just enough pressure to make him moan.  Val rolled her hips, giving him a full tug, and James reached out to hold her down.   She was too fast. Barely avoiding his grip, she dropped her chest to his and rubbed her breasts against him, moving down, lifting her ass into the air.  She forced his legs open to settle her chest against his lap.  Her fingers traced the trail of soft hair south from his navel.

James felt like the star of a choose-your-own-adventure novel.  Anything this woman did would be spectacular - it was like he’d already experienced it.  He couldn’t decide what he wanted first - her hand, her mouth, her pussy.  He smiled the confident grin of a man who planned to have everything as she laced her fingers into the waistband of his shorts.

Val freed his hard-on, stopping for a second to admire his size and then giving him a saucy grin.  With an arch of her back that she knew looked really, really good, Val forced the last piece of his clothing down where she could kick it free.  In that moment, her hand greedily closed around his dick and began to stroke.

“Fuck yes,” he swore.  Val rubbed his shaft with even pressure, twisting slightly. Then she spit in her hand and did it again, earning another curse.  James couldn’t keep his eyes open.  Val couldn’t take hers off him.

Slowly, she reminded herself, promising they had all night.  I haven’t even really kissed him yet.

It didn’t stop her though.  A flick of her tongue brought the slightly rough, moist drag over his tip like an ice cream come.  He moaned again. Her lips closed over his head, then lower, taking in most of his length before working the rest with her hand.  In two strokes she had every inch of him firmly covered.

“Yes, baby,” James said.  Her mouth was  a hot, sweet squeeze and she worked him quickly, feeling him swell even more.  The vision of his cock disappearing between her lips was topped by the sight of her ass, hanging just beyond, little red thong moving with her hips as she pushed his shaft down her throat.  The second time she took his deep, he gasped.  Her eyes looked up through thick lashes and caught him staring.  She smiled around a mouthful of his dick and did it again.  

James twisted his fingers into her hair.  Val moved harder, faster.  He’d read about this, how she could wreck him in minutes, leaving him shaking while she licked his cum from her lips.  The image from the story layered over reality in his mind and James felt everything two-fold.

“God, I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he said, on the edge of blacking out.  One of his characters had said something like that, fighting an orgasm.  James knew now how he’d felt in the moment.

Val laughed, nothing more than a rumble in her very full mouth.  James twitched at the vibration, nearly pulling himself from between her lips.  He tried weakly to steer but he was way too close.  She wanted to break him and do it quickly, the first of many times, make it worth what he’d put on the line to find her.  Val wanted to show him that every word of every story only got better in real life.  She put her forearms on his thighs to hold him down and laughed again.

He went rigid in a flash and time froze for a moment, like waiting for a heart to start beating again.  Thump.  When it finally did, he came so hard his back curled, lifting his shoulders even while holding her face into his lap.  He made some strangled noise, pumped three hot loads down her throat and collapsed backward like the devil had left his body.

“Ohmygod,” James whispered.  He lifted his head to see her, as promised, swiping a drip of his pleasure from her lip before sucking her fingertip clean.  Her tongue darted out to the same spot like she didn’t want to miss any.  Her dark eyes never left his.

James reached down and dragged Val up next to him.  He wanted to pass out and sleep for hours, but they were far from done.  This woman clearly had expectations of just what he could deliver - James was not about to disappoint. He knew from years of training that it was easier to keep going if you never stopped.

Val was small and light, even in his exhaustion.  Quickly he turned the tables and was pulling her tiny panties off, then spreading her slender thighs wide with his big hands.  The size of his grasp made Val weak with desire, only until he did something better.  His tongue lapped hard and long against her swollen slit.

“Mmmm,” she twisted into it.  James blew cold air over her hot skin then licked her again.   With the tiniest motion, he used two fingers to spread her open and blow again.  Then he pushed between her folds.  She tasted as she had on his fingers, only hotter.  Every drag of his tongue made her writhe against the bed, then he pushed it up and down the sides of her clit.

“OhGod,” Val gasped.  She grabbed a handful of his hair and James was glad he took such care to keep it thick and full.  He never wanted there to be a day when a woman couldn’t hold on while he made her scream.  Val lifted her hips, but the request wasn’t loud enough.  He went back to what he’d been doing, then pushed his tongue along her clit again.  Same twitchy reaction, but no words.  Back to licking.

She’s going to beg, he promised himself.

He’ll pay for this, Val said to herself.  Then to James, “ I hope your cock feels this good.”

He snickered.  “I won’t disappoint you.”

Before she could shoot back a remark, the flicked her clit side to side.  Her body tensed and her back arched hard, trying to ride his face.  He used her move of forearms to hold her down and have his way with her.  James kept her twitching as long as he could, then suddenly pushed two fingers into her slit.

He curled them forward, feeling her out, seeking that hot spot he knew he’d be visiting again.  On the third try, he brushed it.  She was panting.  

“Fuck,” she moaned.

“Tell me you want me.”  James had no idea where this was coming from.

“You know I do.”

Another feather light touch, her juices coating his hand.  He caught her clit between his lips and tugged - she choked on a scream and pushed his face down hard.  One more like that and she would go for sure.  

“Tell me.”

“I’ll show you,” she teased.

James would have laughed if he wasn’t so busy humping the mattress.  He was rock hard again, cock throbbing to take the place of his fingers and tongue, but not done teasing Val.  Playing with her, in every way.  These were the kinds of things people said in stories or movies, not in real life.  But she had made him say them once, on paper.  Now she was making him do it again.

And I thought I was in control, he mocked himself.

“James, I....”

He tugged her clit again, softer than before, and barely touched her g-spot.  The combination of the two would send her into orbit.  This was just a test flight.

“Beg.”

Val was about to die.  Her heart hammered inside her ribs, her brain was on complete overload.  How could he be better - so much better! - than literally her wildest dream?  She’d held nothing back in her stories about him.  Now he was out-writing her with reality.

“Please, James,” she was panting.  “Please.  I want you.”

He jammed himself into the mattress and held, afraid even the slightest friction and he’d come before he got inside her.  James sucked hard at her clit and pushed his two fingers into her g-spot at the same time.  There was a moment of silence, like a bomb detonating, then she burst.  Her pussy clenched his fingers, hips rolling, as James wrenched them free and licked along her trembling slit.  She screamed inside her throat as it took her, then flooded away like water down a drain.

Val, glanced blurry, down over her sprawled body at James between her legs, wiping her mess from his face.  He kept his eyes on hers as he got to all fours, climbed right up the bed and paused.  She gave him a stunned smile.

“How are you better?” Val asked.

James kissed her.  He captured her lips, held down until they parted and swept his tongue into her mouth with the taste of her still on it.  His salty taste was there too. For a first kiss, it was pretty backward.  And pretty fucking amazing.
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This is a request for someone's birthday - it was supposed to be a one-shot, but I can't help myself. I'm so fired up from the fight at the end of the Pens/Flyers game I could write all night. ;) The title is this song by Placebo - very sexy, if you ask me.
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