don't stop⠀⋆⠀sidney crosby.
⋆⠀author's note & warnings: something super feral for captain canada and his grays. smut (you/your), language, public teasing, pda, fingering, unprotected sex, prone bone. read more for #87.
You were starting to space out. It was half past 11 at least (maybe later) but the champagne flutes kept clinking, the laughter kept rising, and one of the senior associates kept droning on about market projections. Across the room, someone tripped over their feet, garnering laughter from their small group of summer analysts. You were starting to space out, meaning it was time to go home.
The silk of your dress clung to your skin, the air around you alive with the hum of too many voices, mid-tempo 90s-era popular music, and the scent of the savory hors d'oeuvres you downed instead of a true dinner. You shifted your weight back onto your right foot, trying to ignore the way your arches screamed, when a warm hand settled at the small of your back.
“Feeling pretty ready to head out, huh?” Sidney’s voice was low, pitched softly just for you, his thumb brushing your lower back. You released a long breath allowing the tension in your shoulders to soften beneath his touch. You nodded with barely a tilt of your chin, taking a shallow sip of the lukewarm champagne in your flute.
The music faded then swelled into some throwback R&B song, its saxophone curling through the chatter. Sidney shifted closer, letting his fingers grasp your waist, pulling you deeper into his side. “Was hoping you were gonna say that,” he murmured against your ear, his breath warm and teasing. “Got an idea when I was watching you get dressed earlier.”
You blinked, then slowly turned your head to meet his gaze. A small laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it. “You always get ideas watching me get dressed,” you said quietly, “but I’m listening.”
Sidney’s smile deepened. “Go to the bathroom,” he whispered. “Take those panties off, come back, and give ‘em to me.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the slow curl of heat low in your belly. Without another word, you handed him your champagne flute, your fingers brushing his just long enough to give you an excuse to meet his eye with a heated gaze.
The bathroom was mercifully empty, its dim lighting a relief after the glare of the party. You locked the door behind you, the click sealing you away. You pressed one hand against the door, balancing on one stiletto heel, before sliding your hand down to sneak under the long hem of your silk dress. Your seamless underwear slipped down your thighs, and you folded it neatly, tucking it into your clutch.
When you returned, Sidney was exactly where you left him against the wall, chatting casually with a few of the associates you shared a desk with, one hand tucked into his pocket. You crossed the room slowly, letting the weight of his gaze settle on you. “Mission accomplished?” he asked when you were close enough to hear, his lips quirking. You reached into your clutch as he turned to shield your movements from your coworkers, then you slid the folded fabric into his palm. His fingers closed around your underwear instantly, tucking it into the pocket of his pants like contraband.
The two of you made your rounds with practiced excuses, Sidney’s charm smoothing over your abrupt departure while you offered tight-lipped smiles and claims of an early meeting with an important account. The night air hit you like a relief, cool against your warm skin as Sidney guided you toward the car with the hand still glued to your lower back.
The car door clicked shut behind you, sealing away the world outside. Before you could even fasten your seatbelt, Sidney’s hand slid up your thigh, the silk of your dress pooling under his fingers as he leaned in over the center console, his mouth finding yours in the dark. You sank into him, your hands knotting in the front of his shirt. By the time Sidney pulled back, your dress was bunched at your hips, his palm pressed flat against the bare skin of your inner thigh.
“Missed this,” he said huskily.
You exhaled a laugh against his jaw, your fingers loosening their grip on his shirt. “You’ve been with me all night,” you teased through a shaky breath when his hand squeezed your upper thigh, fingers digging in just enough to make your heart flutter.
“Not like this,” Sidney argued back. His lips brushed the corner of your mouth, then trailed down your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses beneath your ear until you arched against the seat, the thin strap of your dress slipping down your shoulder. The engine roared to life beneath you as he started the car without you noticing, and then his hand was gone from your thigh, leaving your skin tingling where his touch had been.
The drive back to your apartment built up the tension you anticipated would develop the minute he suggested the exchange. Every time the car slowed at a light, his touch migrated higher, ghosting up the inside of your thigh until you sighed and tilted your hips toward him just to feel the tease of his fingertips.
By the time the elevator doors slid shut behind you in your building’s lobby, you were wound tight enough that the brush of his thumb against your lower lip was enough to make you shiver. Sidney crowded you against the mirrored wall without breaking the kiss, one hand braced against the wall behind you while the other gripped your hip, holding you steady as the elevator climbed. His teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging just hard enough to draw a soft noise from your throat before he pulled back.
“Thought about having you all night,” he admitted. “Kept picturing you bent over that desk.”
“My desk is glass,” you laughed, letting your hands drift down his chest. The elevator chimed softly, announcing your arrival. “And that computer is expensive.”
“Expensive…” Sidney hummed, his large hands finding your hips as you trailed the 15 or so steps down the hallway to your door. “You’ve got a ton of expensive shit. That’s never stopped me before.”
“Luckily I have a hot senior citizen to replace my expensive shit when he ruins it.”
Once inside your apartment, Sidney didn’t give you time to flick on the lights. The door clicked shut behind you, and then he was pressing you against it, his hands sliding up your thighs beneath the silk of your dress, fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive grip. You gasped into his mouth as he lifted you effortlessly, your back hitting the door with a muffled thud. The cool wood against your exposed, bare skin prickled your skin with goosebumps until his mouth found your neck again, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point, erasing any lingering chill.
“You’re gonna ruin this dress,” you breathed, but the protest was half-hearted at best, lost in the way his hips rolled against yours, the hard line of his cock pressing through his slacks.
Sidney chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up to grip the back of your thighs, holding you in place as he ground against you. “That’s the idea, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again, deep and filthy, swallowing the whimper you couldn’t hold back. “You’ve got my card. Just get another one.”
Accordingly, the dress was the first casualty.
Sidney’s fingers twisted in the delicate fabric, pulling it up higher over your hips until the silk bunched at your waist, his palm skimming the bare curve of your ass. You arched into him, the friction of his belt buckle against your inner thigh drawing a full body shudder from you. He nipped at your bottom lip, swallowing the moan that bubbled out of you greedily as he carried you toward the bedroom without breaking your kiss.
Your back hit the mattress, the familiar weight of him settling between your thighs before you could catch your breath. Sidney’s hands were everywhere: yanking off your dress, skimming down your ribs, palming your breasts, and eventually pulling back to take your naked form in. His eyes raked over you, his throat working as he swallowed hard, muttering, “Fuck,” and dragging his palm down his face and over his trimmed beard.
You hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groaned against your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. “Holy fuck,” he repeated, his voice rough. “Gonna ruin you.”
His head dipped, both hands grasping at your chest, and closed his lips around one of your nipples, sucking hard enough that you arched off the mattress, a choked noise catching in your throat. The sharp sting dissolved into a deep, searing throb, and just when you adjusted to the sensation, he switched to the other side, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh. Your fingers scrambled at his shoulders, blunt nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, but Sidney didn’t let up, his breath hot against your skin as he murmured something filthy between kisses.
The buckle of his belt clinked as he shifted, the metal pressing against your pussy, taking on a brighter shine from the slick covering the inside of your thighs. Sidney’s free hand slid down your stomach and over the dip of your navel before slipping lower, parting you slowly. “You’re already so fucking wet,” he murmured, the words vibrating against your collarbone.
Your breath hitched as his fingers breached your entrance then curled inside you, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit with each slow, torturous thrust. You bit down on your lip, suppressing a moan as he worked you with perfect timing.
“Oh shit,” you gasped, hips jerking against his hand, your thighs tensing around his wrist.
Sidney watched your face intently, his breathing coming heavier as he added another finger, stretching you just enough to make you whimper. “That’s it,” he coaxed, lips ghosting over yours. “Let me hear you. Don’t hide from me.”
Your head tipped back, a moan tearing loose as you clenched around his fingers, your body trembling under the relentless pressure of his palm. Sidney groaned low in his throat, dragging his mouth down your neck, sucking harshly into your skin while his fingers kept working you through it, drawing out every last pulse until you whimpered, oversensitive and pliant beneath him.
The moment you came down from the high, Sidney withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth to taste. His hazel eyes remained dark as he watched you sigh around his fingers. The salt on your skin mingled with the tang of your arousal, and he hummed in approval before loosely applying pressure to either side of your throat.
You breathed heavily, eyes fixated on him with the prettiest glaze consuming your stare. Sidney dragged his damp fingers down your throat, smearing the taste of you onto your skin before gripping your chin. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, voice thick. “God, I fucking love you.”
“Love you too,” you breathed lightly, your voice was raw, but the words still carried that quiet sincerity of tender intimacy. Sidney kissed you slowly, savoring the way your lips yielded beneath his, the way your fingers tangled in his hair like you couldn’t bear to let him pull away.
His hands worked quickly, shedding his shirt with impatient tugs at the buttons. The belt went next, the leather sliding free, followed by the sharp clatter of the buckle against hardwood. Sidney kicked off his slacks, stepping out of them without breaking the kiss, his body pressing yours deeper into the mattress. The heat of his skin against yours was intoxicating, the contrast of his roughened palms sliding down your smooth thighs enough to make you gasp.
He pulled away from you, his heart clenching at the soft whine that escaped your lips in surprise, and settled upright on his knees between your thighs. For a moment, Sidney just stared, his fingertips lightly dragging up and down over your bare thighs.
You giggled to yourself softly, your hands sliding up over his strong, veined forearms, fingers tracing the faint scars that decorated his skin memories of victories and losses on the ice written into his flesh. “Making me shy,” you murmured, though your thighs parting wider beneath his gaze betrayed you.
Sidney lifted your thigh, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. “Don’t be,” he murmured against your skin, lips trailing higher.
“Trying...” you bit back a whimper, your hips lifting instinctively, chasing the warmth of his mouth. but Sidney held you down with a firm grip, his chuckle vibrating against your flesh.
“Need my cock that bad?”
“Shit. So… so bad,” you whispered. “Sidney—” His name broke on your lips as he finally lowered your thigh.
Before you could speak again, he was dragging you up the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, and pressing one strong hand between your shoulder blades. The mattress dipped beneath his knees as he straddled your thighs, his calloused palms sliding up the backs of your legs, spreading you wider. You buried your face in the pillows, muffling a moan as his thumbs traced the crease where your thigh met your ass, drawing teasing circles just shy of where you needed him most.
Finally, he gripped the base of his cock, the thick length of him dragging through you before he pushed forward in one smooth stroke. The stretch burned just enough to make you gasp into the sheets, your fingers twisting in the sheets as he filled you gradually. Sidney groaned, his hands sliding up your back to grip your shoulders, holding you steady as he rolled his hips.
“Fuck,” he moaned. “You feel—god—you feel so fucking good.”
You pushed back against each thrust until the headboard thudded against the wall with every snap of his hips. The slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with your ragged breaths.
Sidney leaned over you, pressing his chest against your back. “That’s it,” he urged lowly in your ear. “Just like that. Take it, baby.”
He shifted slightly, angling his hips to hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur, and your fingers clawed at the sheets, a broken moan tearing from your lips. Sidney grinned evilly to himself, his free hand sliding down to grip your hip, guiding your movements to match his rhythm.
“Yeah, there you go,” he murmured, his voice filled with praise. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.”
“Fuck…” you rasped, dragging out the beginning letter before dropping off with a whine. “Jesus fuck, Sid. You’re—” your words dissolved into a breathless gasp as Sidney’s hips snapped forward, driving deeper than before, the angle just shy of painful in the best way.
You could feel him everywhere in the heat of his chest pressed against your back, the rough scrape of his stubble against your shoulder, and his breath hitching every time you clenched around him. “Don’t stop,” you begged, voice cracking halfway through. “Please don’t stop.”
Sidney groaned into your skin. “Think I was planning on it?” he gritted out, the words rough with the effort. You gasped as his fingers slid between your legs, to play with your clit.
“I don’t fucking… Sid, please just focus—” your plea dissolved into a shuddering moan as Sidney’s fingers worked your clit. His hips snapped forward again, driving deeper, the force of it sending you sliding up the sheets. Your arm shot out, keeping your head from slamming into the headboard from the force. “Just fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
“I’m fucking focused… so fucking focused,” Sidney growled against your ear. His hand crept around your throat again as he buried himself deeper. Your vision blurred, your nails clawing at the sheets until the fabric bunched beneath your fingers.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Gonna cum with me? Paint my cock all pretty?”
You couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but gasp as Sidney’s fingers tightened just enough around your throat to make your pulse flutter beneath his grip. The pressure was perfect, toeing the line between pleasure and breathlessness, and when he dragged his thumb over the sensitive hollow beneath your jaw, your hips jerked back against him involuntarily.
“Yeah,” Sidney murmured, his voice rough with approval. “Just like that. Fuck, you take me so good.”
Between his hand on your clit, the other on your throat, and the precise drag of his cock inside you, you were losing yourself in sensation, your vision tunneling until all you could feel was Sidney’s body pinning you to the bed, the slap of skin against skin drowning out any thought in your head. Every nerve was alight, every breath shaky and uneven, and when Sidney’s teeth scraped the tendon of your neck, you arched into him with a choked cry, your thighs trembling as pleasure crashed over you in waves.
Sidney groaned against your skin as he felt you clench rapidly around him. “Yeah, that’s my girl… don’t think about it. Just fucking let it happen.” His hips stuttered, losing rhythm for half a second before he snapped forward again, burying himself to the hilt with a rough grunt.
Your body went taut beneath him, every muscle locking as pleasure ripped through you with a violence that left your audibly gasping. He didn’t let up, dragging out your orgasm until you were whimpering, oversensitive, and shaking.
He lifted his chest, inhaling sharply as he reached up to grasp the headboard. His hips pounded harsh against your ass, driving deeper with each thrust as his own release loomed. You writhed beneath him, your fingers loosening your grip on the sheets as you melted into the mattress.
“Fuck—fuck, hon,” he stuttered out, his voice cracking around the last syllable, his hips stuttering erratically. His breath hitched, tumbled into a rough groan from his throat, then he buried himself deep one last time, his release hitting him with a force that left him cursing.