NC-17 (fiction
means this is all lies)
Cassie
Campbell / Eric Lindros
(This
is an old one I was going to post but thought IÕd save for Frala for her
birthday)
Yes, yes, this
may seen a little odd to you, but a couple of years ago some NHLÕers had a
charity golf game for womenÕs hockey,
(it was summer in cottage country) Eric Lindros, Darcy Tucker, and Jeff
OÕNeil were there and Marty McSorely was the host. I posted spam about it in my
journal years ago, and under pain of death (or offer of cookies) IÕll look it
up. Maybe.
This underwent a
bit of a re-jig about the time of the Ôhot, hard, up against the wall,
challenge.
This
is a bad idea made good by three shots of rye at the bar and a pitcher of
margaritas at the table.
Eric
had brought her a drink after dinner, white wine she sort of remembers, and had
told her about family holidays in Ontario. If not this lake then it was a lake
just like it that Cassie remembers from her own childhood.
By
the second container, after nearly an hour swapping stories about water skiing
and Frisbee games, Cassie doesnÕt give a shit that Hayley will kill her if she
ever finds out, and that EricÕs girlfriend had been really nice and drinking
beer with them at dinner earlier on in the day.
One
more drink, and Eric leaning forward to brush some salt off the side of her
mouth Ð taking the opportunity to slide his hand up the front of her dress to
her breastÐ is all Cassie needs to decide that screwing Eric is the best idea
she has ever had. Better than wearing red shoes with a black dress, better than
jumping Scottie, better than agreeing to this stupid golf game in the first
place.
Even
if it has been mostly EricÕs idea up to this point. His mouth smells like lime
when he whispers something to her. But she doesnÕt pay attention to what, bad
enough sheÕs planning on screwing someone who cheats on his girlfriend, she
doesnÕt need to pretend to fall for his no doubt well-rehearsed lines as well.
Cassie
cuts off his bullshit by standing up and using his leg for balance, inviting
him back to her hotel room Ôto fuck.Õ He smiles then and just says yes.
Maybe
heÕs sensitive to atmosphere, maybe heÕs smarter than Cassie has ever given him
credit for but he doesnÕt try saying anything stupid to her that will blow his
chance. Just talks idly about the game from earlier today.
HeÕs
just like a gentleman, escorting her through the restaurant with his hand on
the small of her back. Either he can handle booze better than her or he had
less. Cassie hopes less, she hasnÕt been on holiday in cottage country for over
ten years, and itÕs been even longer since she picked up some boy by the lake
that she had no intention of ever seeing again.
If
sheÕs going to get laid she wants to really know it in the morning; a pleasant
ache that can go some of the way to getting rid of her hangover.
**
ItÕs
no easy job to tackle someone as big as Eric, but Cassie grabs him by the front
of his shirt dragging him down to kiss.
Behind
the lime on his lips she tastes tequila, and the stubble on his chin scratches
over her lips when they start kissing awkwardly against the door. Cassie barely
notices when he pushes her backwards until sheÕs resting against the cool
wooden surface, intent as she is on getting his tongue in her mouth.
ItÕs
uncomfortable though, the door handle digging into her back and when she moves
her head to the side to tell him what was wrong, she was distracted by his
mouth working a determined trail down her neck to her breasts.
ÒEric..
The handle.Ó SheÕs not sure if itÕs the first thing that she has said since she
slurred out a goodbye to Darcy and his wife by the hotel elevators. It was a
good cover to be this drunk she thinks, people will assume that Eric was only
getting her back to her room where he would leave her, not trying to kiss her
though his door, which he was nearly achieving.
ÒItÕs
digging into me..Ó Cassie rocked forward against Eric giggling when she felt
his cock against her thigh. ÒThat as well, the handle, Eri..Ó Her words trailed
off he picked her up and dropped her a couple of inches to the side.
Cassie
laughed when he smiled down at her. She tried for sultry as she tugged him down
to wrap her arms around his neck. ÒCan you get me off as easily as you pick me
up?Ó
He
laughed into her hair whistling out a breath of air when she bit lightly at the
lobe of his ear.
ÒIt
wasnÕt that easy to pick you up, I had to get you drunk and it took me ages.Ó
He finally got out, choking back a moan as she slid the tip of her tongue
around his ear.
ÒSo,Ó
Cassie pulled back and smiled up, her vision going a bit blurry when she tilted
her head back, Òholy shit youÕre tall boy, so trust me you wonÕt have to work
that long to get me off, not if you start right now.Ó
Eric
smirked. ÒAre there any buttons on this dress?Ó
Cassie
undid the belt at the front of her halter neck and the tie from around her
neck. ÔGood to go.Ó She said happily, but before she had finished the words
Eric had tugged the dress over her head and had thrown it over his shoulder.
Cassie
folded her hands back behind her head lacing her fingers together and smiled
cheerfully at Eric. Something about being drunk in the summer time, almost
naked against the door, wavering in her strappy high heels, made her decide
Eric could look his full.
She
shifted slightly as his eyes worked over her. He stepped forward enough to run
his hands down her sides, Cassie was just ticklish enough that it made her
giggle even as wasted as she felt. She wobbled a bit in her shoes and her eyes
widened in surprise as Eric dropped down to his knees in front of her.
He
ran his hands down the sides of her legs, turning them at the ankle to run over
her feet. Left foot first he undid her shoes and threw them over to where her
dress was lying on the floor.
He
sat back then, looking up at her with a slight smile on his mouth as his eyes
walked up her legs to her breasts and back again, his hands wrapped loosely
around her ankles. When he leaned forward Cassie thought he was going to stand
up, maybe she could convince him to carry her over to the bed against the other
wall, but instead he leaned forward enough to kiss the middle of her thigh.
He
moved closer to her, shuffling forward a bit on his knees, and kissed around to
the inside of her leg. Cassie was ticklish there as well and she half laughed
-half moaned, grabbing at his shoulders for balance.
He
grinned up at her and she licked her lips thinking, this was where he was going
to stand up, crowd her back against the door while they got him undressed.
Cassie licked her lips again. But instead Eric slid his other hand up her leg,
and, licking across his bottom lip first, pressed a couple of kisses beside his
hand.
Cassie
could feel her eyes getting bigger as he pushed her panties aside with the tips
of his fingers. Cassie moaned, tilting her head back against the door the first
time his tongue touched her.
She
rocked her head from side to side and felt her hips jerk forward when Eric
closed his mouth over her clit, sucking gently. Cassie whimpered, looking down
past the swell of her breasts, Ôstill wearing her braÕ she thinks stupidly.
HeÕs going to stretch hell out of her panties doing that. Then Eric pushed her
legs open a bit further, and supporting some of her weight in his hands pulled
her hips forward so she was over his mouth and she could feel his stubble
against her bikini line and his whole tongue is probing inside her.
Fuck
the underwear Cassie decides. SheÕs going to wrap them around EricÕs cock and
jerk him off that way, once heÕs doneÉ Her breath hitches in her throat and one
hand digs into the shirt over his shoulder the other on the back of his head
pulling him closer. Once sheÕs come once or twice sheÕs going to return the
favour and this is the best idea sheÕs had in years, Cassie decides, god
sheÕs missed summer holidays in the lake country.
