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Lovers That Went Wrong

Aaron turns to you, his closest friend in a time of desperation and need.

Aaron Hotchner x Reader 

Warnings: fem!reader, cheating, fighting, crying.  

Category: Angst 

Author’s Note: This one is mostly flashbacks and time jumps. oops ? Also! if this gets 100 notes, I'll write a part 2 ? if you guys want one :)

Word Count: 2k 

*The bolded italics are flashbacks*

Part 2!

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You were laying there, your head on his chest. His arm wrapped around you, his hand rubbing up and down your bare back.

“We can’t do this anymore”

His head shifting, he looked down at you “I know.”

The two of you laid in silence. The sheets and his arms were the only thing separating you from the real world right now. You wondered if all those years ago, if you had just acted on your feelings, whether the two of you would be in the position you were in now.

*12 years ago*

You were cold and alone. You stood outside of your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend’s apartment with nowhere to go. You called the one person you knew would always be there. Your best friend, Aaron Hotchner.

You and Aaron had met in law class your graduating year. You were sitting behind him and accidentally hit over your coffee cup causing you to spill it all on him. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

He turned around laughing “it’s alright, you’ve just given me a reason to leave early.” His laugh was a lot higher than his voice but it made you smile. 

“I’m Aaron by the way” He smiled at you, you could already feel the butterflies in your stomach. You bought him a coffee the next day as a peace offering. You later learned that he has a girlfriend and was working on getting his law degree.

He picked you up even though it was the middle of the night. Getting into the car you both sat there, the only sound was a humming coming from the radio.  ”I’m sorry I had to pull you away. I know you were with Haley tonight, I didn’t know who else to call” you said quietly fidgeting with your hands on your lap.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you called actually. We got into a fight.” he glanced at you. It was strange, Aaron wasn’t one to talk about his feelings plus his fights with Haley usually over before you could figure out what happened. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

“No.” He pulled into his apartment parking lot. 

“Let’s go” 

“isn’t Haley here?” You glanced at him and he sighed and shook his head.

The two of you walked up to his apartment. 8 flights of stairs wasn’t a workout you didn’t need right now but you couldn’t complain after he rescued you. He walked in and went straight to his room, you shut the door behind you taking a seat on the couch.

“Y/n come here, I have clothes for you” you walked over to his room, changing into his t-shirt and taking a seat on his bed. “Do you want to tell me what happened between you and him?” “he cheated.” you couldn’t bear to look at Aaron when you told him. He had never liked your ex, he always warned you that he was bad news. 

He looked at you with a sad expression on his face. “Do you want me to beat him up?” you laughed at his comment and shook your head no. The two of you laid in silence. 

“Thank you” 

“For what?” 

“Saving me tonight” 

He slid his hand across the bed and held yours. You had always had a crush on Aaron, from the day he smiled at you, you knew you liked him. The past year, he spent everyday making you feel like the only girl in the world, even if you knew he had a girlfriend. You couldn’t deny your feelings for him. 

“Aaron I love you” 

He didn't say anything or react. He just laid there, looking up the ceiling. You moved your hand from his, realizing what you said was stupid and sat up. 

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He shifted, reaching for his phone. Laying back, you thought about all the things that lead up to this moment. He didn't tell you he loved you back, the two of you drifted after that. He worked things out with Hayley and they got married. You met Sam at your nephew’s birthday party and started talking to him. Shortly after, the two of you got married. Although you were married, your heart hurt every time you thought of Aaron. You hadn’t seen him in nearly 10 years. 

Your friends had told you that he started working for the Bureau and you were happy for him, that was always one of his goals. He was a witness in this case, but you weren’t even supposed to be on it. You had to take it over at the last minute due to the fact that the original attorney had just given birth. You didn't expect him to be there, the defence said he would send in a written statement.

*10 years ago* 

You hadn’t seen him when you walked in, you were secretly hoping he’d be there. You went about making your opening statement to the jury, as did the defence. You took a seat, speaking quietly to your client when the defence called out their first witness. 

“The defence calls Aaron Hotchner to the stand” 

You looked over your shoulder and spotted him instantly. He stood at the back of the courtroom, he looked the same only older. He walked down and took a seat at the front, his eyes on you. He was wearing a blue button up under his black suit. That’s one thing about him, he always carried him with a certain standard of class. He had a red tie on, the one you had gotten him as an early graduation present. It had his initials sewn in black at the bottom of the tie.

The case went on and you won, clearing your client of all charges. You were stepping out of the courtroom when a hand on your arm stopped you. Turning around, Aaron stood there looking at you like he was looking at an alien or something. “Uh, Earth to Aaron?” you chuckled at his expression. He smiled  at you “It’s nice to see you y/n” “you too Aaron” 

The two of you stood, chatting for a few minutes. “Would you like to get dinner with me sometime ? As friends of course. It’s much easier to catch up over dinner than it is outside a courtroom” the two of you chuckled at his comment. 

“I’d love to, when are you free?” 

“Tonight ? you can bring your husband if you’d like” 

“I’ll be there” 

Aaron handed you his business card. It read “Aaron Hotchner, Behavioural Analyst Unit” you smiled, it was always an inside joke for the two of you to have business cards. He joked that you’d get the framed together. You hand him your card. “Y/N L/N, Ross and L/N. You’re managing partner ?” he looked at you, shocked. “A lot has happened since we’ve last seen each other Aar” He nodded, saying that he’ll call you and let you know where to meet him tonight. 

He left you standing there, his words ringing in your head. “You can bring your husband if you’d like” Your husband, the man you forgot about the moment you set eyes on Aaron. 

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Aaron got up off the bed, putting on his boxers. “I’m going to take a shower, will you still be here when I get out?” You nodded watching him walk into the bathroom. Slipping into his shirt, you sat back on the bed reaching for your laptop. You replied to some emails, he stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. “Is that my shirt ?” “mhm hm” you didn't look up, still typing on your laptop. He changed into a pair of sweatpants and sat beside you. You still paid no attention to him, working on replying to your clients. Feeling the shifting and then something heavy on your lap, you looked down to find Aaron’s head resting there. 

“Hi baby” 

“Hi Aar” 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m typing, what are you doing? 

“I’m just laying here” he smiled up at you. 

Your hand found its way to his hair, playing with it as you typed with the other hand. He leaned into your touch, eyes closed and smiling. You closed the laptop, resting it on the table beside the bed. He sat up “Are you hungry? We could order room service or I can run out and get something ?” 

“Where does she think you are right now?” you looked at him, hoping he’d answer you and not push you off. Sighing, he answered you “Dallas on a case. She thinks I leave to come home tomorrow” you nodded. “Where does he think you are?” “In London, working on a case for the firm” he nodded. 

“Aar, we said this was the last time, 2 months ago. You said you were leaving her.” 

“You’re still married to Sam” 

“That’s different” 

“How is that different y/n? You’re cheating on him. My marriage is over, we aren't even living together but you and Sam are. I don’t have to tell her everything I do. You’re lying to Sam. You’re no different than Haley.” 

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. He’s the one that started this. He came to you after dinner, telling you that he was tired of going home to an empty house. It started out innocently, he invited you over for coffee, one thing led to another and you ended up in bed with him. Aaron has this pull, one that you could never resist but you swore to yourself, it’ll never happen again. You’re a married woman and you couldn’t do that to Sam but then it happened again and again and again. 6 months later, you and Aaron have gotten yourselves tangled in a web of lies. 

You got up and began getting dressed. Shoving all your clothes in your bag, as well as your laptop. “Where are you going?” he asked you obliviously.

“Are you kidding me? You have the nerve to ask me where I'm going? You just compared me to your wife, who cheated on you! Must I remind you that you were the one that started this?” You leaned down to help your foot into your heel. “You called me in the middle of the night, begging me to come over, you are lonely and just needed a friend. After the first time, I promised myself I wouldn't go back to you because I know I can’t resist you. But you sounded so broken, I couldn’t just leave you there, Aaron.”

He sat there, not saying anything to you. Like he did so many years ago when you told him that you loved him. 

“You have a hold on me Aaron. You hurt me and I always come running back expecting different. You hurt me when I told you I loved you and you didn't say anything. You hurt me by telling me I’m no different than your cheating wife. You break my heart every time but I always come back, always. Not anymore, we’re done Aaron. I don't know what we were but whatever it was, it’s over.” 

You picked up your bag and walked out, leaving Aaron in the room. You held yourself together until you got to your car. The moment you got in, you broke down. You felt so stupid for letting Aaron use you. You loved him and he didn't love you back, it was always like this. You kept hoping he’d leave her and see what was in front of him all these years but he didn’t. You had to let go of him for the second time, but it didn't break your heart any less than it did the first time. You pulled yourself together, realizing how dumb it was for you to be crying over a man just let you walk out. Aaron didn’t say anything nor did he stop you from walking out. 

You were done with him. 

Weekend with Bo

I had to see Bo, my doctoral advisor Friday to ask a few questions.  We spoke for about an hour and he was extremely helpful in aiding me to prepare for a project required.  Several times during our meeting I had to remind myself, “this is campus and not my house.”  After his tutelage, I readied myself to leave and he asked; “are you doing anything this weekend except starting on your project?”  “Well, actually, I thought I would hang out by my pool and hot tub this weekend and do a bit of reading.  Did you have something else in mind?”

I could tell he was hesitant to say anything so I broached the subject.  “Would you like to come over and hang out this weekend?”  “If you would like Lisa, I would love to come over this weekend.”  My pussy was dripping wet at the thought of his cock penetrating every hole this weekend.  I grabbed my purse, walked to the door, opened the door, turned back to look at him and with a smile said, “pack a toothbrush and your vitamins.”

I walked away swaying my ass back and forth but not enough for someone else to notice.  I went home and readied my self.  I took a nice long hot bath and dressed for his impending arrival.  I left my hair down and put on smokey eye shadow and heavy eye liner.  Lips are a deep, wet red and my mani/pedi are the same, a deep, wet red color.

I put on a transparent black half cup bra and see through black thong.  I wore a black leather corset with black, seamed, silk stockings and of course a pair of black 6 inch Dorsey stilettos.  I put on my sexiest little black dress and awaited his arrival.  During my wait time I placed a tab of MDMA in my ass and then plugged it inside.  I grabbed a nice bottle of Scotch and poured myself 2 fingers on ice.

I was just about to take drink and the door bell rang.  “Oh my, who could that be,” I said aloud to myself.  All giddy, I crossed the living room, into the foyer and opened the door.  Low and behold it was Bo.  “Good evening professor, come inside please.”  I thought, “said the spider to the fly.”  He came in to the foyer where I took his jacket.  I so wanted to kiss him but decided to let him make the first move.

“Can I get you a drink,” I asked.  “Sure, whatever you are having will be just fine.”  I walked across the foyer, passed the living room and into the kitchen where I had the liquor.  I poured myself another one and prepared him one.  I was so fucking horny I could barely stand myself.  I could feel Bo standing behind me, leering at me, wanting me, desiring me.  I poured his drink and turned around slowly.

Standing there with two drinks in my hands, Bo wrapped his arms around me and kissed me long and slowly with his tongue dancing around my mouth like a fine ballet.  I began to melt and could feel my legs go weak.  He was so good at kissing.  No he was incredible!!!

He stopped and pulled away.  I handed Bo his drink and we moved to the sitting area.  We made small talk.  I asked about his kids and his ex-wife and he asked about my family.  Bo asked about my family and my deceased parents.  I advised him, the subject of my family was a rather lengthy conversation and he had better be prepared to accept.  He relented and stated we would engage that subject at another time.

We had finished out drinks and I asked if he would like another and he politely declined.  I was getting a bit hungry and asked if he was at all hungry.  He looked at me and said, “I was just thinking about that very subject.”  He said we would need to go out of town as we were danger close to our university.

I asked, “why don’t we go to Dallas, no one there would know us.”  “Lisa, it would take us 3 hours to get there and another 3 hours to get back.”  I replied, “no Bo it won’t.  We can run over to the airport near, grab a plane and fly up to Dallas,  we can be on the ground in about an hour.”  Bo looked stunned.  “Grab a plane and fly up to Dallas?”  “Yes, baby.  Out company has one and it just completed annual inspection and is topped off with fuel.”  He shrugged his shoulders and said, “okay then.”

We jumped in my Porsche and hauled but to the airport.  Got to the plane and I did my pre-flight.  I thought to myself, “I do not recall ever doing a pre-flight in 6” heels or flying anywhere in 6” stillettos.”  Oh well, there is a first time for everything.  

With pre-flight complete we exited the hanger and fired the baby up.  It was getting dark and we would be taking off directly in to the sunset.  I taxied out to the runway, called the tower and got my clearance.  I looked at Bo and asked, “are you ready baby?”  He nodded and up comes the power.  I talked us through the entire process.  “At speed annnnd rotate.  Wheels up and climbing out to 3000’.  Bo had this huge smile on his face.  We bypassed Class B airspace but called as I wanted to climb to 25,000’.  We were cleared and we began our steady climb out of Houston to Dallas.

“How did you like that,” I asked.  Bo looked at me and said, “my cock is rock hard.”  I looked at him and replied, “I will take care of that later baby.”  It just made things worse for him.  We landed in Dallas and had a limo waiting to pick us up.  I grabbed a spare tie he would need for the dinner and he put it on.  We went to a very nice, dimly lit romantic restaurant where no one knew us. 

We ate and talked and since we were flying back i declined the alcohol but did enjoy a nice dessert.  The limo picked us up and drove us back to the airport, where I did another pre-flight check before taxiing out to the runway and repeat the process.  We climb out to about 15K feet and settle in for the flight back.  Bo was just mesmerized by the whole process which made me feel  really good.  We landed, got in my car and drove back to my house.

Bo began asking questions about my family and business.  “Are you sure you want to get into this tonight, I asked?”  He assured me he did.  I began telling him my life story with all the sordid details.  I could see he was getting excited.  His cock was swelling and straining against his pants.  I leaned in to his ear and whispered.  “Does this excite you baby?”  He nodded in the affirmative.  So I continued to tell him about my life, or at least the sexual part but I did so now whispering in his ear as I slowly stroked his cock through his pants.

I told him how much I like it rough and the rougher the better.  Bo squirmed!!!  I unleashed his belt and button then unzipped his pants.  I slowly removed his cock from his boxers and then lowered my head to his cock.  He leaned back and placed his hand on the back of my head and shoved my head all the way down on his cock.  He tasted so good.  He then grabbed a handful of my hair and began moving my head up and down on his cock.

I let him do this for a few minutes but now it was time for me to undress.  I stood and removed my dress letting it fall to the floor.  I removed my panties and pulled my breasts out letting them fall over my bra and corset.  Bo rose and undressed all the way.  I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom where I got on my knees.

I put my hands behind my back and opened my mouth.  Bo took the hint.  He grabbed my head and thrust his cock into the back of my throat.  He fucked my throat like an animal, growling and then calling me names.  “You sure have a great mouth you little bitch.  I paid for dinner and as such and am going to use you like a whore.”  All I could do was moan in the positive.

He thrusted and thrusted then withdrew his cock from my mouth.  “Come here slut!”  I rose and Bo kissed me and again I grew weak in the knees.  Once finished with his kiss Bo said, “slut, go and get me another drink.”  I did as instructed.  I walked back with a double scotch neat in one hand and my other hand behind my back.  Unbeknownst to Bo, while in the kitchen I took another MDMA and did a line of coke.

He took a drink and then slapped me across the face hard.  My pussy was dripping.  A few more slaps and I may have a nice orgasm.  “Turn around you cunt and bend over.  I want you to grab your ankles.”  Luckily I am very limber and could do such with no trouble.  I did as commanded and he slapped my ass very hard.  “Stay just like this.”  Bo went to the sitting room and retrieved his belt from his pants.  Now things were going to get extremely interesting.

He slapped my ass with his belt.  “Harder sir,” I asked.  Bo did not disappoint.  He drew all the way back this time and slapped my ass with his belt and it sent shockwaves through my body; then another and another and another before tears began to stream down my face.  He could tell I was crying and he stopped.

“Please don’t stop baby.”  Bo continued with the spanking.  After about 25 times with his belt across my ass and me shaking uncontrollably he moved behind me, withdrew the plug in my ass and shoved his turgid cock deep inside my ass.  He grabbed my hips and thrust and thrust and thrusted some more.  While fucking my ass, Bo continued to spank me but with less force due to his angle.

After a few minutes of hammering my ass Bo threw me onto my bed.  I looked at him with tears rolling down my face.  I could tell he wasn’t sure what to do next so I slithered over to him and began sucking his cock really hard.  It felt so good in my mouth.  He skull fucked me for a few minutes then rolled me over onto my hands and knees.  

Bo got behind me and shoved his hard cock deep into my ass.  He fucked me and fucked me until I started squirting all over the place.  This made him fuck me even harder.  I wasn’t long until he came as well, deep in my ass.  We both collapsed on the bed with Bo laying on top of me.

We laid there for a few minutes trying to come back to earth.  After which Bo rolled off of me.  I could barely move until he said, “go get me another drink bitch.”  I got up and started to go but Bo grabbed my arm and kissed me.  “Bend over Lisa.”  I did as instructed.  He then pushed my plug back into my ass.  “I want you to keep my cum in your ass.”  Of course that excited me again.

I made him a drink, did another line of coke and came back with his drink.  He passed out but not before I put a bit of Viagra in his drink.  He fell asleep and then got a very hard hard-on.  I jumped on top of his cock and rode him until I came again and again.  He did not cum but he would almost certainly awake with a hard on and fuck me again.

We got up Saturday afternoon and still dressed from the night before I made up something to eat for lunch.  We both sat at the table naked and talked about the previous days adventure.  Bo was getting more comfortable with my desire for rough sex.  He reached over and pinched one of my nipples very hard and pulled me down to his cock.  I moved to my knees and he rose and fucked my mouth until he came.

We decided it was time to get in the pool…The rest is a story for another time but it is Sunday morning and he just left…

Love and Kisses

Lisa

Texas Triangle

For most of my forties, I worked as the assistant news director for CBS News, based in Manhattan.    The position came with a number of perks, most notably salary and benefits greater than I would have earned back in my hometown on California’s Central Coast, where my career began.  Within mere walking distance, so many of New York’s great museums, concert halls, restaurants, etc. were right there to explore during the little free time allowed by a demanding career.  It was a spectacular time, the dynamics of television journalism in the twenty-first century, always learning something new, and the great people with whom I worked, the latter being perhaps one of the greatest benefits.  This was especially true regarding one particular co-worker: legendary anchorman Bob Schieffer.

Arguably one of the more recognizable reporters of our time with an impressive CV, Bob commanded the respect of everyone at Black Rock, as the New York headquarters of CBS is known, not just because of his professional accomplishments, but because of how well he interacted with others.  Whether you were network top brass or a member of the cleaning crew, he treated everyone with a sincere compassion.  It was quite common on a Monday morning for Bob to pass through the halls and ask other employees how their kids performed at a piano recital or baseball game over the weekend.  His affable nature allowed for bridge-building and ease of relationship maintenance between management and on-air talent, which made my life easier. This was a sharp contrast to the environment during the time of his friend and predecessor, Dan Rather, with whom I was acquainted and got on well, but the mention of whose name still drew eye-rolls on the property.  Our professional dealings were so excellent, that they eventually led to a friendship outside of work.

After a couple of years on the job, Bob and I became such good friends, we were frequent guests at one another’s home for dinner parties.  In fact, I had even been to his home for Christmas Eve dinner on consecutive years.  His wife was a wonderful, gracious woman, and the same could be said for the rest of the family whom I had the opportunity to meet.  It was a friendship based on trust in a professional situation, but had blossomed into what I considered to be a very rewarding relationship.  

Due to our difference in ages, he was in many ways a role model given his life experiences.  Also, I found myself very attracted to him, and why not?  He was a handsome, well-dressed, intelligent mature gentleman with a wonderful personality, in other words, exactly my type.  The exceptions being that he was straight, a colleague, and a friend.

One spring, I had planned to return to California, where I kept a home for visits and eventual retirement, for a couple of weeks to attend a family wedding and also to take some time to wind down by travelling along the coast.  A few days before I was scheduled to head west, my boss summoned me to his office one afternoon.  He requested that I schedule some time to speak with Bob about a personnel matter involving the research department.  When I reminded him that I would not be back in New York for two weeks, he expressed a desire for the matter to be concluded quickly.  So, I mentioned that I would be seeing Bob in Austin at the end of the week, and could discuss then.  He was a great boss, but I knew that he was aware that as a friend, I would be attending the awarding of an honorary doctorate to Bob by the University of Texas on my way back to the West Coast.  A crafty move on his part, but I would have tried the same.

A few days later, I traveled to Austin for a night, and checked into the Four Seasons downtown, where Bob was staying.  Upon checking in, the clerk informed me that he had passed to the front desk a message asking me to visit his suite.  I thanked her, and headed to my own room to drop-off my luggage, and do some minimal unpacking.  It was already 2:30 in Austin, and I was flying to SFO to get a connecting flight the next afternoon following the award and luncheon.

Upon settling, I headed to Bob’s suite on the top floor. I knocked on the door, and then heard, “I’ll be right there, John,” in his familiar Texas drawl.  When he opened the door, we shook hands, and then embraced in a more familiar hug of close friends.  He showed me around, a rather impressive room of no less than 1800 square feet overlooking the river.  “Where is Patricia?” I asked.  Bob replied, “Well, change of plans.”  He explained that his wife had gone to visit her sister in Dallas, whose husband was recovering from a recent procedure.  I asked him to pass along my regards.

We made our way into the living room to take care of business, which concluded rather quickly to my delight, and from there began to just be ourselves.  I congratulated him on the honor, and Bob being Bob, became flushed and modest.  He then arose, and asked if I wanted a drink, and he poured me a vodka on the rocks.  From there, we began to get caught up on a number of personal matters.

At one point he asked, “So, did you ever fill in that plus one on the wedding invitation?”  Even though we were close, I was taken by surprise, forgetting that Bob had been in my office when the invite arrived several months prior.  “No,” I said.  “I’ll be attending solo.  This way, I can focus on visiting with people at the events.  I only get back to the Coast a few times a year.”

This seemed to draw a rather puzzled look on Bob’s face, as I could clearly see the eyebrows pointed upward through the lenses of his reading glasses.  “Come on, John.  Are you trying to tell me that you can’t get a date for this wedding? You’re in your prime.  Forty-five years old, handsome, well-educated, well-traveled, great career, and you spend most of your time in California when not in New York.  I’m sure there are plenty of eligible gentlemen in both places who would love to accompany you.”

I was shocked, to say the least.  On the one hand, flattered, on the other, feeling as if I’d been drawn out of the closet, even though my being gay was not a secret at headquarters.  Before I could respond, Bob asked, “Did you think I did not know?  You know it doesn’t matter, right?”  The answer of course being, I knew, despite the whole TCU connection he had, that he did not care about ethnicity, orientation, race, religion, etc., with regard to how he viewed people.  

“I suppose that it’s just never come up in conversation between us over the years,” I said.  Thinking about it, I supposed it was true, despite my occasional lusts for him.  

“Well, no pressure, but I would just like to see you with someone.  This isn’t the 1950’s, a couple of 40’s/50’s something guys like you should be enjoying the time together”, Bob said with a smile.

I answered, “That could be an issue.  You see, I have a type, and what you describe, doesn’t match.”  

“Well then, what is your type of man?” Bob inquired.  

In a matter of seemingly no time, I found myself pouring out the details of my ideal man: mature, handsome, worldly, cultured, gentile.  He laughed, “Why on Earth would you want to be with an old man?”  “Not just any old man, the right sort of older man.  Truth be told, he would be a man, like you, Bob, in many respects.”

He looked a little taken aback, so I said that I would head back to my room, and see him at the ceremony.  As I made my way for the front door, I felt a tug on my right arm, and when I turned around, Bob embraced me in a hug and said, “Don’t leave just yet.  You just surprised me is all.  You know that there is no problem for us, right?”  

“Yes,” I said.  

“You know that I love my wife, don’t you, John?”

“Of course, Bob.”

With that, he moved his arms down, and then up along my jacket, caressing my back and chest as he pulled me closer, pulling off his glasses before passionately and firmly pressing his lips to mine.  Not exactly the first time kissing a man significantly older than myself, but this was certainly unchartered territory.  I was so turned on, it felt as if I were high, and wow, could he kiss.  It was a perfect example of why older men are better: they know things.  Even more, I was beginning to realize this was not his first time with another man, certainly not when he began to move his hand over my crotch, focusing on my now fully erect manhood.

“What do we have here?” he asked slyly, as he bent down to unbuckle and open my slacks.  From there, he took me across his lips, and then along his tongue, taking my entirety within his mouth, moving me back and forth.  The sensation was so pleasing, I felt as if I was going to pass out in the middle of the suite.  Hearing his moans and seeing the look upon his face, Bob was enjoying the act at least as much.

After a couple of minutes, he stood and pressed himself against me, with me now feeling the full excitement coming from Bob’s side. We embraced in a kiss for minutes, not wanting to separate.  Toward the end, he was undoing my tie, and I his, after I removed my jacket, and then unzipped his fly, as I had imagined doing so many times over the years. Feeling a drop of pre-cum, I spread it along his tip, then began to move my hand back and forth, reveling in his moans and breathing, until he pulled himself closer and whispered, “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Within a matter of seconds, we had completely undressed and were embraced near the foot of the bed, and engaged in a complete lip-lock. As I saw it, there was certainly no reason to separate now.  He tasted so good, and I knew he felt the same.  In addition, we had established that he loved his wife, I had no intention of getting in the way, and my attraction to him had clearly taken over after settling those details.

We separated for a moment, as Bob walked over to the side of the bed.  He pulled back the covers and climbed inside.  Leaning on his side he patted his hand on the opposite side of the bed and said, “Come on, don’t be shy,” grinning from ear to ear.  It was all the invitation needed for me to get under the covers and wrap my arms around his beautiful, smooth body.  I wasted no time before reuniting with his lips and playing with his wonderful tongue.  I moved my hands up and down his torso, finally settling down on his firm and gorgeous ass, adjusting to move my head down to focus on his nipples with my tongue and using my right hand to stroke him.  

I could not believe that this was happening.  This was a good friend, a colleague, and although this had been a fantasy for a few years, I could never have imagined that he would be so receptive and then some.  I had every intention of making the most of the opportunity, and thus moved further down to take him in my mouth, and give him his medicine.

“Oh my god,” he exclaimed.  “That is so wonderful.  Please don’t stop.”

I moved up and down along his shaft, wrapping my tongue around the head, and after a couple of minutes, began to really work the head with my mouth while using my hand to pleasure his shaft.  In doing so, I really began to get turned on by his moaning. After a few minutes, he placed his hand on my chest, as if to pause, but then pushed down until I lay flat on my back. Now, Bob was in charge, cleaning my testicles with his tongue, before focusing down on my cock. He moved up and down, closing his eyes, then opening them so that he could see the look of joy upon my face, and he certainly knew how to put in there with years of practice.  

What seemed like hours of pure delight had passed when he let up and pulled himself back up to cuddle and kiss deeply and passionately. He was so close to having me reach the limit, but suddenly pulled back from the act, held me close and whispered into my ear, “Please enter me, darlin’.  I want you to, it will be okay.”  Then, Bob, pulled away and reached into the night stand drawer, and to my surprise, produced a bottle of lube.

“Now, you what to do, don’t you?” Bob asked rhetorically, as he kissed me on the forehead.  So, I felt compelled to prove him right, and lubed my right index finger, and moved it slowly across his rosebud.  This made him twitch and tickle at first, but he knew he was in good company, and I would never let him feel discomfort.  So, as he loosened up after a minute, I lubed my middle finger as well, and began to slowly move them back and forth until I eventually reached his prostate.  Now, he was putty in my hands.  

Once my cock was sufficiently lubricated, I placed myself upon his precipice, slowly waiting for the right time, as I lay with my head upon his stomach. After a minute or two, I lifted my head toward his to embrace in a passionate kiss, after which he said, “I’m ready.”

I began to move ever so slowly back and forth, Bob in the missionary position, resting his heels on my shoulders, facing one another.  It was so hot with the pleasure being split equally.  Every time I thrust forward, I would make eye contact so as to see how much he was enjoying the penetration.  He was giddy like a schoolboy, but more appropriately as an adult, panting and moaning.  After several minutes, neither of us could handle any more, and I thrust against his prostate and ejected a stream within Bob, and then he let out a sigh, “Ohhh, god,” and shot a river of cum across my chest.  Once concluded, we wrapped one another in hugs and kisses, and cuddled. It had been a couple of months since my last experience, but would easily say it was the best sex I had at that point in my life.

Eventually, the silence was broken by the ring of the room’s landline.  Bob answered, “Hello.  Come on now, of course I didn’t forget about you.  Drop by when you’re ready,” he chuckled.

I looked over at the clock, and a couple of hours had since passed.  Then I looked at Bob, and said, “Well, if you’re having a visitor, perhaps it’s best if I move to my room.”  

Bob winked at me and said, “Don’t worry, sweetheart.  You may want to put this on, however,” as he passed me a robe, along with a pair of slippers.

After a few minutes, there was a knock at the door.  Bob went out to the hallway to answer, and I could hear the faint echo of what appeared to be excited conversation between old friends. In the moment, it occurred to me that Bob felt comfortable enough with me to have me here in a robe, while inviting someone else inside, but I still had a tinge of awkwardness about the room. This was originally supposed to be just a stop on the way back west, but had taken a fantastic detour.

Then, a minute later, Bob came walking around the corner, also robed. Then, he asked, “You met John back at one of the holiday parties, didn’t you?”  A moment later around the corner stepped James “Jim” Baker III, former Secretary of Treasury, White House Chief of Staff, to name just a few posts. Being a double-major political science/journalism as an undergraduate, of course he was a familiar figure, in addition to being introduced at Bob’s house.

“Of course.  Nice to see you again, John.”  He smiled, but you could tell from the expression on his face, that this, by no means, was the encounter he had expected.  It was known that although there had been many interviews over the years, they had developed a friendship off-camera.  So, while a stately, respectful man, he did seem somewhat put off that there was an extra man in the room, and reported, “Well, I won’t stay too long.”

The phone rang once more, and Bob said, “I’ll need to take this.  Can you two make yourselves comfortable?”  

“Sure,” we replied in unison.

Jim made his way around to sit on one of the sofas.  He was, I think, a rather handsome man in his own right.  Nicely cut head of white hair, beautiful navy blue suit with a red and blue striped tie, it was as if he’d just stepped out of a Brooks Brothers ad.                                                       

We attempted the task of small talk, although there was a bit of discomfort in the air.  The conversation shifted to the next day’s event for Bob, which brought us both to Austin in the first place, then moved to an overview of each of our schedules for the week. Eventually, I noticed him wince a little, and asked if he was okay.  

“Oh sure, I’m fine.  Just paying the price for a round of golf this past weekend.  No carts, all walking, so my feet are a little tender,” he chuckled.

 I’m not sure what came over me, but I stood up and moved an ottoman closer to Jim, and sat down.  Then, one-by one, I extended each of his legs and removed his cordovan Alden tassel loafers and began to massage his dress-socked feet.  

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” he said.  

“I’m sorry, I just thought you were having discomfort.  I’ll stop.”

“Well, it certainly is improving things,” Jim said, laughing a little.

I continued doing so for a couple of minutes, enjoying his pleasure.

Then, Bob returned and leaned over Jim to ask, “Do you still want to leave, Bake? They have such great service here.”

Bob then reached over and removed Jim’s suit jacket, as I continued to massage his tired feet.  After hanging his jacket, Bob returned, and from behind, planted a deep kiss on Jim’s lips, that seemed to go on for minutes.  It would have become obvious to an outside observer why Jim seemed edgy at first; he had planned on meeting Bob all by himself, and the way they were going at it, it was not the first or even fifth time, this had been an arrangement for a while.

While they were still kissing, I placed Jim’s feet on the floor, and made my way to his chair.  I moved my hand up and down each of his corresponding legs, and then focused on the midsection.  I caressed his torso, and transferred to his belt, which I unbuckled, then unzipped his fly and opened his slacks, and reaching inside the front hole of his boxers to release him.  Now, he was mine, all 7 inches of engorgement that had developed in the past few minutes, and I wrapped my mouth around the head of his beautiful cock and began working my way up and down.  I could feel the vein along the side, as it met my tongue, and could feel his excitement as he wriggled while still kissing Bob.  

Bob untied Jim’s tie, and I began to move my hand inside of his shirt to feel his amazing chest.  Not smooth like Bob’s, but just the right amount of hair, and light-colored.  In a few minutes, we moved to the bedroom.

We placed Jim back on the bed, and then proceeded to fully undress him.  I moved my way up the bed to kiss him, and again, older men know things.  He was a master kisser, and we worked on one another while Bob serviced Jim below the deck. After a minute or two, I extended my right hand upward and began playing with his nipple.  It seemed to be going well, so I released myself from his lips, and re-focused my mouth on his left nipple, while using my hand to play with his right.

To my delight, he was enthused, evidenced by his moaning of satisfaction.  In fact, he must have been so appreciative, because without notice, he eventually maneuvered so that he could take me into his mouth, and did he ever do so.  He had me in sheer ecstasy for several minutes, moving up and down on my head and shaft, completely reviving me for another performance.

At one point, he changed gears, shifting to Bob.  After all, Bob had been hard at work for some time, and it was his turn to receive the delights he deserved.  In doing so, he placed his hands on each side of Bob’s torso and pulled him up further on the bed.  Then, he got between Bob’s legs and lowered his head, lips first.  As he did, Bob’s patented grin returned to his face as he moved his head back and forth on the pillow.

It’s often said when a threesome occurs, that one person can find himself left out of the equation.  I did not find this to be the case, but rather an opportunity. Specifically, Jim’s spectacular ass was now staring me right in the face.  I extended my hands outward, massaging his buttocks.  It was wonderful, so smooth and tight, you could just feel that he worked out 3-4 times per week.  I could also feel that he was enjoying the chain of stimulation, as on the front end, his mouth and hand were now bringing Bob to new heights of joy.  So, I reached over to the bedside table and retrieved the bottle of lube from earlier.  One by one, I lubed my fingers, and began to finger Jim.  He wriggled a little at first, but began to relax and loosen up, so a couple of minutes later, I spread a generous amount of lube on my cock, and then inserted myself into the former Secretary of Treasury.

As I stated before, this is not anything like I had imagined this trip unfolding.  I wanted it to last as long as possible, so I slowly slid in and out.  He was so moist, and I was so turned by watching him blow Bob and all of the moaning coming from both of them.  I knew it would be only a few minutes at the most until I released myself within Jim.

“Jim,” Bob panted a few minutes later.  “I can’t hang on much longer.”

Jim pulled Bob out of his mouth and began to quickly jerk him off before replying, “Come on, honey.”

Bob threw his head back and said, “Oh my god,” and then proceeded to cum right into Jim’s mouth, which he took like a pro and countered, “Umhm.”

I couldn’t take any more myself, and then pushed further into Jim before shooting a load.

Bob put his head back on the pillow.  His expression was one of satisfaction and exhaustion.  He was spent.

Jim leaned over and covered Bob with the sheet.  Then, he kissed him deeply and passionately on the lips, then gently on the forehead.

I was now lying flat on my back, and Jim cuddled up next to me. He extended both hands, placed them on either side of my face, and pulled me in for a wonderful kiss that made me melt away, and we held in the embrace for several minutes.

“Doesn’t he look cute when he’s sleeping?” he asked me while looking over at Bob.

“As for you, you are every bit as good as I thought you’d be.  Mmm, mmm, mmm.  I knew the first time I laid eyes on you.”  With that, he maneuvered so that he was right on top of me, and as he did, his cock rubbed up against my leg, just dripping with pre-cum.  

Jim pressed his manhood right up against my balls and said, “There just one thing, son.  The next time you’re in Texas, I get Bobby first.  Understood?”

“Understood,” I said.

He then smiled at me, and lifted my legs upward so that my feet were now resting on his shoulders.  With his right hand, he grabbed the lube and squirted several drops on my anus and a plentiful amount over his cock, and moved it up and down his shaft.  Then, he got closer, and pushed himself gently up against my opening.  His cock was just the right size, not too thick, not too thin, that with the lube, he slid right into me.

 “Oh my,” he muttered, as he began to move back and forth.

It was heavenly, as he moved in and out, building up his pace over a few minutes.  Eventually, he unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum all over my insides, falling forward and resting his head on my chest for several minutes before he went limp and released himself from me.  

I must have dozed off because after a while, I felt a hand upon my chin.  I looked up to find Bob smiling as he asked, “Hello, darlin’.  Are you ready for another go?”

What transpired then is between the three of us. That said, it would not be my final encounter with either Bob or Jim.

Marry Me by Thomas Rhett - with Tyler Seguin (song fic)

summary: a Tyler Seguin imagine inspired by the song “Marry Me” by Thomas Rhett

a/n: So I’m still working on a Tyler Seguin series that I plan to release soon, but before that, I wanted to give anyone who might be interested a little taste of my writing style! I don’t plan to do these song imagines often, but this song obviously tells a great story, and this idea has been in my head for a while. Not much dialogue between Tyler and Kendall, but I’d definitely consider a part two later on. I hope you enjoy!

warnings: none — total and complete fluff

She wants to get married, she wants it perfect

She wants her granddaddy preaching the service

Yeah, she wants magnolias out in the country

Not too many people, save her daddy some money

Ooh, she got it all planned out

Yeah, I can see it all right now...

When I pictured growing up, settling down, getting married and raising a family, Kendall Chambers was the one I always envisioned by my side.

Kendall had been in my group of friends in Brampton since before I can even remember — sometime in grade school. She was one of the few who stuck around through the full evolution of the group, the transition from high school to the years some of us were in college and some of us were starting careers, mine being minor league and then professional hockey.

Kendall was the quintessential “mom” of the group. She fit the stereotype perfectly — she was always the one organizing birthday trips, planning weekend getaways. Hell, she even served as the grocery shopper, cook, and schedule coordinator when she and our other friends came to visit my place, whether in Dallas or Toronto. She was a caretaker, a nurturer. It came naturally to her.

She was a true beauty, which had never helped things for me. Her skin was a lovely olive tone which deepened quickly and easily when summer came around. Freckles dotted her cheeks and the bridge of her button nose. She had ocean blue eyes which often lingered on mine just a touch longer than necessary when we made conversation, making my blood run hot. Her long, honey blonde highlighted hair waved down her back perfectly, whether she had just coiffed it or whether she had been dancing in a hot club with our friends all night. Her nature was easy — comforting. She was the typical girl next door persona, so beautiful, down to earth, yet somehow unreachable. She was a family girl — her life revolved around extended family events and family dinners with her parents and siblings, and visits to her beloved grandparents’ houses. Kendall was, in a word, perfect.

I remember the night when I almost kissed her

Yeah, I kinda freaked out, we'd been friends for forever

And I always wondered if she felt the same way

When I got the invite, I knew it was too late

And I know her daddy's been dreading this day

Oh, but he don't know he ain't the only one giving her away

So I shouldn’t have been surprised when, one night, it was just the two of us in the hot tub in my backyard in Dallas, talking and laughing together long after all the others had gone to the guest rooms and drifted off to sleep, when I got the sudden, overwhelming urge to kiss her. We had been creeping toward each other in the water for hours now. Kendall knew what I was thinking — the way she quickly sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth told me that. I prepared myself to lean in, then I felt her hand firm on my chest.

“Ty...” Kendall whispered as I stopped short, the steam rolling off the top of the water clouding my vision of her. “I can’t. I’m kind of...seeing someone. He’s from Ottawa. It’s... new,” she explained, though she sounded neither excited nor convinced that she didn’t want to kiss me.

I nodded. “Yeah. Okay. I-I’m sorry, Ken,” I told her, backing into the opposite corner of the hot tub, though my instincts were screaming at me to just kiss her already, new boyfriend be damned. I respected her too much, though, to listen to my heart. Soon after, she excused herself politely and went up to bed in one of the guest rooms. Neither of us ever spoke of it again.

Which is why I am where I am.

I'll wear my black suit, black tie, hide out in the back

I'll do a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask

I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees

Yeah, she wanna get married

But she don't wanna marry me

Dressed in one of my go-to suits, one that I felt confident in, with my hair slicked back according to my sister Candace’s suggestion, I pushed my sunglasses further up on my nose in hopes of hiding my eyes, which were sure to be bloodshot and swollen at this point. Not only had I been drinking for the last three nights with our friends who were in town for the wedding, trying to ease the pain of preparing to watch the girl of my dreams marry some loser real estate broker, but all day I had been tearing up involuntarily, which was completely unlike me. I hoped the thick, black Ray-Bans I wore disguised both problems.

I reluctantly accepted the wedding program handed to me by a young girl on the way to the seating area of the country club lawn. I glanced down and saw the words “Kendall Nicole and Taylor Van” and wanted to punch a wall. I felt my Adam’s apple quiver, and sniffled quietly behind my hand.

I made my way to one of the dozen or so high-top tables dotting the lawn behind the rows of chairs, where I could stand alone without being noticed — or at least, I hoped. Unable to exhibit any further self control in this moment, I let my fingers find the steel flask in my inside jacket pocket, pulling it out quickly, taking a long pull from the container as fast as I could, then screwing the cap back on and replacing the flask as I exhaled sharply, feeling the smooth burn. Not a moment later, I heard a throat clear behind me.

I turned to see Mr. Chambers, Kendall’s dad, approaching. He was a commanding presence — as tall as me, and almost just as in shape despite being in his late fifties. He stuck out a hand to greet me.

“Tyler,” he said warmly, with maybe the slightest hint of pity in his voice. Reluctantly, I lifted my sunglasses from my face and tucked them into my jacket pocket to give the man the polite greeting he deserved. “Mr. Chambers,” I said. “It’s nice to see you.”

“It’s nice to see you, too, Ty. Although, I must admit, I’m a bit surprised that you came. You’re a stronger man than I — this must be tough,” he said. I felt my brow furrow involuntarily. “Sir?” was the only thing I could manage to push from my throat.

“I just know that Kenny carried a torch for you for quite some time, and her mom and I always thought the feeling was mutual,” Mr. Chambers said. “To be honest, I always wondered if this would be you two on a day like this.”

My mouth went dry. I immediately straightened my posture, opening and closing my mouth a few times as I contemplated how to respond. Nothing appropriate came to mind. Mr. Chambers started again, and I feared what he might say next.

“Listen, Tyler... you and Kenny have been friends for so long. Now, maybe I should have said something earlier, or maybe I shouldn’t have said anything at all. But, here we are. Now, Kenny’s in the guest house with her mother putting on the finishing touches. I just... wouldn’t want you to walk away from today not having told Kendall how you really feel, if, in fact, you do have feelings for her. You owe that to her, and to yourself,” he told me firmly.

I began to protest. “Sir — but — I-“ I bumbled. Mr. Chambers put his hand on my shoulder and leaned in to offer one final sentence in my ear, one that I promised in the moments after I would never reveal.

With that, I thanked Mr. Chambers, turned away, and rushed through the crowds of wedding guests to the large brick house on the property, where Kendall was scheduled to begin her walk down the aisle in just a handful of minutes.

Bet she got on her dress now, welcoming the guests now

I could try to find her, get it off of my chest now...

I took a deep breath, trying my best to steady my racing pulse. I kept my head on a swivel, trying to monitor who might be watching, wanting to keep this as nonchalant and private as possible.

Finally, I reached the front door of the guest house and knocked firmly. Nothing. I waited a moment, then knocked again.

“Kendall?” I called out, trying to keep my voice low and calm. “Ken?”

I pushed down on the handle and found that the door was actually open, just slightly. My breath hitched. Should I really be doing this?

I couldn’t help myself. I pushed open the door, and after taking a few slow, silent steps across the black and white tiled floor, I saw an ethereal figure on the balcony above me, dressed in white.

“Kendall...”

“Tyler?”

Now or never...

What Happens in Vegas || Jamie Benn

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: So I’m not a doctor/chiropractor but I have worked for one for a few years so I have a little more than an elementary knowledge on the subject. If there are any inaccuracies though, I don’t claim to be an expert. Also, the concept for this was supposed to be porn without plot but it’s more plot with a little porn...oops.

Also if it wasn’t obvious, this was inspired by the Stars recent Vegas trip. 

Warnings: SMUT, insecurity (plus sized reader)

Word Count: 5,270

“What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas.” That was the motto your friends were currently planning to live by at least.

Having touched down late last night, this was your first full day in Sin City. You’d come with the girls in your class for a girls’ weekend to celebrate graduation...the end of eight years of higher education. After four years of undergrad and another four spent studying the human nervous system, you’d walked across the stage and received your diploma last week and it was only boards that stood in the way of officially being a licensed physician.

‘Dr.’  was a title that you had worked your butt off to earn and while there were a lot of people that would say that you weren’t a real doctor, you’d completed a course load that was similar to that of medical doctors. In your mind, being a chiropractor was a way to assist people in the pursuit of real wellness goals, to fix the real problems that caused so many diseases, to really help people instead of just treating the symptoms.

Nonetheless, this trip was to forget about the crazy amount of information you had crammed into your brain and instead to take a step back and relax. Though, you had a different definition of relax when compared to your friends. They had plans to find and flirt with as many hot guys as possible, to gamble, to drink, and to take in the full experience of Vegas nightlife.

Your plans....well they were a lot more mellow. At the top of your list was the Mob Museum followed by the Natural History Museum and the Springs Preserve. After that...well you’d maybe take in a show, walk the strip to see the sights, nothing too crazy. This morning though, they’d found out that there was a VIP pool party and had somehow managed to talk their way into it, dragging you along.

Knowing that they were going to spend their entire time flirting with every guy in sight and drinking way more than they should, you really didn’t want to go but decided not to fight them. Instead, you threw a bottle of water, some sunscreen, and a book into a tote bag and headed down to the lobby to meet them after changing.

As you entered the pool area you immediately cursed to yourself as you realized that the VIP pool party you were at was filled with members of the Dallas Stars hockey team. None of your friends followed hockey closely, though the looks they were giving you told you that they were aware of exactly what they had dragged you to. Biting your lip, you stretched onto tiptoes in order to find an empty lounge chair off to the side so you could slip away from the main happenings. You could name at least half the players that were drinking and being fawned over by every woman present and to say it was an intimidating sight was an understatement.

See...you didn’t look like those girls. You didn’t even look like your friends. Though you were a doctor, your health journey hadn’t been easy and was very much still a work in progress. While all the other girls here were dressed in skimpy bikinis, you had a pair of Bermuda shorts on covering your swim bottoms (and your fat thighs) and your olive green bikini top was mostly hidden under your sheer black cover-up in an attempt to make you a little less self-conscious.

Spotting a chair, you waved at your friends to have fun before crossing the pool deck and settling yourself down. Sprayed with sunscreen and with a book in hand you let yourself get lost in the world created by the author. This was the first book you’d read that hadn’t been about the human body in almost a year and so it was easy to forget about where you were and let your mind wander.

It had to have been at least a half an hour later when you set the book on your knee to take a swig of your bottle of water. Scanning the area for your friends you nodded to yourself seeing them laugh and flirt with whoever would pay them mind. When your eyes met the deep brown of the Stars captain, your mouth went dry again and you sent him a polite smile before returning to your book. What you didn’t know was that he’d been eyeing you since you walked through the doors.

Other members of the Stars had noticed though and were shoving Jamie, urging him to approach you. He didn’t, but at least twice more when you looked up from your book you caught him watching you, causing him to quickly look away and return to his friends and teammates.

Hours later, when you were certain that any longer in the sun would cause you to come away with a nasty burn, you collected your things and slipped your sandals back on. While you debated getting food, a nap sounded like a much better idea and so you decided to head back up to the room for a bit. Texting your friends that you were leaving and would meet up with them later for food, you headed back inside and stepped into the elevator, pressing the button to take you back up to your room.

Just before the elevator doors shut, a hand reached in to stop them and you swallowed hard as Jamie Benn stepped into the enclosed space with you, pressing the button for his own floor. Glancing up at him for a moment you wondered if he had followed you or if this was just a coincidence. The latter seemed more realistic but also more unlikely. Then again you were probably just imagining him staring at you.

Reaching into your bag for a hair tie, you pulled your dark locks onto the top of your head, trying to allow the cool air to reach the back of your neck. After a moment, the man next to you cleared his throat and when you looked over at him he was rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes focused on you.

“You uh...you really came to a party to read huh?” He finally declared, his eyes going a bit wider as he thought about how that may have sounded. “I mean uh...not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just...it was different.” He finally mumbled, shaking his head as if he regretted opening his mouth at all.

A blush flooded your cheeks and you shifted your weight nervously on your feet.

“Well, I guess different is probably a good word to describe me then. I’m not the social butterfly that my friends are, and no offense but you guys are a bit intimidating.” Braving a glance up at Jamie you saw his face scrunched in confusion. “I mean it's not every day you’re surrounded by a bunch of NHL players and I know you’re probably all normal guys but…” Thankfully the elevator reached your floor and allowed you to trail off. “This is me.” You whispered, adjusting your bag on your shoulder before stepping out of the elevator.

In a way, you were relieved when Jamie didn’t follow you and after closing the door to your room, you flopped down on the bed. What you didn’t say was that you knew that you definitely weren’t their type...you weren’t blond or tiny...and so reading seemed far better than making a fool of yourself.

___

You’d met the girls for dinner downstairs and then they’d headed off to get ready to go out to the clubs. They’d tried to get you to go with them but you weren’t really in the mood for loud music and drunken people. Instead, you were going to walk around the hotel, maybe take a late night swim if the pool was somewhat empty or sit in the hot tub for a while.

Having slipped back into the same outfit from earlier you headed out for a walk and when you reached the pool area you saw that it was fairly quiet considering. There was one person in the hot tub but it wasn’t until you’d already started stripping down to your suit that you realized that once again you’d come across the Stars’ captain.

For a moment you’d debated redressing and leaving but then Jamie turned his head having heard you moving around and for some reason, he smiled.

“Mind if I join you?” You murmured softly, not wanting to interrupt if he wanted to be alone. When he motioned for you to enter the water, you nodded, wrapping your towel around you until you reached the edge of the hot tub before laying it down and quickly slipping under the water, hoping that the man across from you wasn’t paying attention to the shape of your body. The water felt great and you stretched your neck as you let your muscles loosen up due to the heat.

Jamie didn’t say a word to you, though you could feel his gaze drifting toward you every so often. Eventually, the silence was overwhelming and you bit your lip before speaking.

“So...not going out to the clubs with the guys?” You questioned softly, causing Jamie to look up at you.

“Nah. Probably not.” At first, he didn’t say anything more and if this was how this was going to go you weren’t going to be staying long. “I hurt my shoulder in playoffs and it decided to flare up this afternoon.” He finally murmured. Wincing sympathetically, you nodded.

“I hope you didn’t tear anything.” You sighed, knowing hockey players frequently played through injuries that they really shouldn’t. You weren’t sure if he would tell you what had happened and you didn’t expect him to though your comment may have suggested otherwise.

“Just a strain.” He replied, closing his eyes before leaning his head back, dipping his large body further into the water. When he reached up to fix his hair you could see him wince and you shifted a bit closer unconsciously.

“Let me see.” You found yourself declaring softly, motioning for him to shift. “I’m a chiropractor.” You added hoping that you hadn’t freaked him out. He eyed you warily and you sighed. “I’m not going to treat you if you don’t want me to, but at least let me make sure you aren’t going to hurt yourself more…” You whispered pleadingly.

When Jamie shifted so that his back was to you, you couldn’t help but flush at how defined the muscles there were. His chest and abs were one thing but his back was something else. Gently, you first ran your fingers over his spine, judging his alignment, before you trailed out to the muscles of his shoulder, mentally mapping their connection points. Pressing gently you felt him wince when you hit a tender spot that must be the site of the injury. Tracking back toward his spine you felt a large knot in the muscle which was certainly not helping things.

“Well, no wonder it flared up…” You said softly. “You’ve got a pretty large knot going which is putting more tension on your real problem spot.”

“Guess I need to see a massage therapist.” He shrugged though the action made it clear that he was in a little bit more pain than he was admitting.

“Or you can let me take care of it now so you can stop hurting.” You declared, raising an eyebrow. “I got my massage license before starting chiropractic college to help pay the bills...I am quite capable of taking care of it as long as there isn’t anything there that I need to be worried about aggravating…”

When Jamie shook his head you backed off taking it as he didn’t want your help. As you moved to get out of the hot tub he quickly reached for your hand.

“Wait...I didn’t mean no I didn’t want you to help. I meant no there’s no prior injuries in that spot.” Nodding at his clarification you still reached for your towel and climbed out of the hot tub and when you looked over your shoulder Jamie was frowning.

“Are you coming?” You asked. “I’m going to need lotion if I’m going to do this right and there isn’t any here…”

Within seconds, Jamie was out of the water and was drying himself off as well and within minutes the two of you were headed upstairs. “My room or yours?” You questioned not sure whether a) he had lotion and b) he would have a comfort preference.

“Either is fine.” He insisted. “You’re the one lending your skills so I shouldn’t be picky.”

Leading him to your room you instructed him to lay face down on the bed while you gathered lotion and slipped a real shirt back onto your body. Settling onto your knees beside him on the bed, you warmed up some lotion with your hands before gently rubbing it over his skin to warm the area back up.

“This is going to hurt a bit but I’m sure you know that…” You muttered, digging your thumbs into the knotted area with significant pressure. You could use harder pressure if need be but didn’t want to hurt him too much since you didn’t know his pain tolerance. This pressure would work, it would just take a little longer. Jamie flinched a bit but as you worked the knot out he began to relax. Once the knot was gone, you instructed him to move his shoulder into different positions: along his side, up perpendicular to his body and then over his head so that you could assure that there wasn’t anything else there besides his injury which would take a little longer to heal.

“How does that feel?” You inquired wanting to make sure that beyond your assessment, that he noticed a difference and wasn’t feeling pain anywhere else. Sitting up, Jamie tested his shoulder out a bit more before a relaxed smile graced his face.

“Much better. Thank you...I really appreciate it.” Knowing that you had helped someone out of pain always made you feel good and you blushed softly.

“Good I’m glad. Make sure you see your chiropractor soon though, you are definitely in need of an adjustment.” You added not willing to do it yourself without having imaging and access to his medical history.

With Jamie just stretching a bit, you moved to the bathroom to wash the excess lotion off your hands. While still in the bathroom you sighed softly to yourself, examining your image in the mirror. Your skin was still flushed from Jamie’s presence and your hair was going crazy from the humidity of the hot tub. The shirt you’d thrown on really did nothing for you but you’d brought it because it was comfortable. Overall it was hard to love what you saw staring back at you and once again you felt the wave of insecurity being statistically overweight brought.

Taking your hair down to run your fingers through it you tried to talk yourself out of your self-pity. After a moment, you turned to return to the room and were shocked to find Jamie standing in the doorway watching you. The look on his face seemed concerned and his eyes were soft as he leaned against the doorframe.

“How long were you standing there, Jesus…” You questioned, as you tried to slip past him to exit the room full of mirrors. Instead of answering you right away, Jamie’s hand reached out to stop you from going anywhere.

“I know that look…” He murmured, his fingers reaching for your chin when you tried to look at the ground in shame. His touch caused you to swallow hard, not sure why he was still here and why he was looking at you like that. With his large frame blocking your escape from the bathroom, you were gently pressured back into the room, Jamie’s hands turning you to look at the mirror once more.

“I don’t know what you see when you look at yourself, though I feel like I could probably hazard a guess if I had to….” He spoke softly, the dulcet tone of his voice making your head swim slightly. “But I feel like I should tell you what I see...even if you may not believe me.” You wanted to panic, you wanted to kick him out of your room, but something deep inside you forced you to meet his gaze in the mirror instead, watching as he took in your body’s reflection.

“I see a woman who has incredibly strong but yet caring hands. I see a woman who has natural beauty without the need for mountains of makeup. I see a woman whose eyes just light up in a way that not many can. I see a woman who has this grace radiating from her. I see a woman who has curves a real man can appreciate. But most of all…I see a woman who has no idea the effect she has on men or just how sexy she is.”

Jamie’s eyes had gone dark and while he had yet to move his hands from your waist, you could practically feel them twitching with the desire to move, to touch. With his eyes watching you, Jamie waited for a moment before stepping closer, the length of his body pressed against your back. His mouth dropped closer to your ear and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin causing it to prickle.

“You can pretend that you didn’t see me watching you today. But I’m not going to pretend that anyone else even began to hold my attention from the moment you walked through those doors. You intrigue me. You arouse me. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head all day. The guys tried to get me to make a move earlier but I was stubborn and I missed out. I told myself that if I saw you again I wouldn’t make that same mistake twice. And then fate dropped you right back into my life at the hot tub.”

The way he spoke, the words he said, they all caused your normally logical brain to fog. For a moment you didn’t even hear him continue to speak softly in your ear but when your brain checked back in you couldn’t help but gasp.

“If you’re not interested, that’s fine, I know how to take no for an answer….but if you are interested I can show you just how desirable you are.”

“You can’t be serious…” The words of disbelief left you without even a second’s pause. There was no way someone like him, someone who could have anyone they wanted, wanted you. Though Jamie had felt solidly pressed against your back before, he took another half step forward to be impossibly close and now the fact that there was a bulge in his swim trunks was impossible to deny.

“Feels pretty serious to me.” He teased and as he pulled back his teeth grazed your ear lobe gently causing you to squeak. “But I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to...so I need to know if you’re in or not.”

Looking back at the mirror, you couldn’t help but really take in the sight of the two of you together in the mirror. Instead of focusing on all of your insecurities, you took in the way his body looked pressed into your own and the way your skin was glowing under his attention. Meeting his gaze again, you nodded and seeing your assent, Jamie twisted you around so that he could kiss you.

You had never been kissed like this. It felt like every cell in your body was suddenly pulsing and you couldn’t help but moan into Jamie’s mouth as his hands moved from your lower back to your ass. Neither dared pull back until you’d run out of breath and just as soon as you’d pulled away, his mouth was back on yours again as he slipped his hands down to the back of your thighs to lift you up and carry you back to the hotel bed.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” You chastized, knowing that you weighed more than he probably should be lifting with a hurt shoulder.

“Shush...I’m fine,” Jamie mumbled as he dipped his mouth down to your neck, kissing and licking at your pulse point before gently nipping down at the skin there, surely leaving a bruise. Jamie had never put a shirt back on, so you decided to take full advantage, your hands roaming over all of the exposed skin, taking extra time to trace his tattoos. It was clear that he appreciated your touch as a shiver went up his spine and you smiled at his reaction.

Suddenly, Jamie had rolled so that you were straddling him and his hands moved to the bottom of your shirt. You had no doubt that he knew you’d be self-conscious once clothes started to come off so Jamie made quick work of the shirt and your swimsuit top before quickly returning his mouth to your body, this time pressing feather-light kisses over the tops of your breasts and down your sternum.

“God you're gorgeous.” He breathed when he pulled back so that he could pull you into another kiss. “Nothing sexier than a real woman.” He added, his hands moving to your hips to urge you to roll them down against his own. The pressure of his length against your core made you whimper, a sound which turned to a scream as he decided that moment was the right one to latch onto your breast, sucking your nipple into his mouth. His free hand quickly reached to roll the other between his fingers and you bucked your hips against his again, feeling your own arousal begin to take over.

You’d pressed your hands to his chest for stability earlier but after a moment you gently pushed his mouth away causing him to flop back onto the bed. You needed a moment to appreciate him and you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you teased your fingers over the planes of his muscles and then down over his stomach to his hips.

It was as you tucked your fingers under the waistband of his swim trunks that Jamie must have decided he wanted more control because he quickly flipped you back over, a knee coming to rest between your thighs as he hovered over you. This time it was his hands edging under your remaining clothing and you simply smiled up at him when he looked down at you. Though you wanted to quickly even the playing field, Jamie shook his hand and took your hands lifting them up above your head.

“No touching yet or this is all going to be over too soon…” He growled softly and the intensity of his gaze forced you to nod. Shifting back on his heels, Jamie took in your body and his stare made you shiver once more. “Seriously...you’re stunning.” He insisted, his hand brushing over your hip before dropping down to your knee which had parted to allow him to settle between your thighs.

“Jamie...please touch me.” You pleaded softly, the ache for release leaving you squirming and impatient. From its place on your knee, Jamie rubbed his hand up your thigh but refused to touch you where you really needed him.

“Hmm...is that what you really want baby?” He questioned, a smirk on his face as he took in the sight of how much he had already affected you. You frantically nodded, though at the same moment what you really wanted crossed your mind and it was clear that Jamie saw it in your expression.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? Because I think there’s something else…” He suggested his thumb brushing over your clit for just a second before he pulled away. “You can’t have it if you don’t tell me…” He added and you couldn’t help but twist your head as a laugh escaped your throat.

“Rumor has it that I can’t have what I really want either way.” You teased back, causing Jamie’s eyes to go wide. Before you could even blink he was completely on top of you again, almost crushing you under his weight as his mouth sucked a spot just under your ear.

“Rumors aren’t always true you know.” He whispered darkly. “So why don’t you tell me what it is that you want and maybe you’ll find out about this one.” Though Jamie’s voice was dark, a peek into his eyes showed that he wasn’t offended by your joke and you smiled back at him before raising an eyebrow.

“I guess so…” You started, you hands moving just enough to run through his hair. “Though I think you know what I want. I want your mouth on me. I want to feel the scrape of your beard against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I want to feel your tongue on my clit.” The way Jamie’s eyes went wide again almost made it seem like he wasn’t expecting you to be so open with your desires.

After kissing you deeply, he made his way back down your body before ending up just where you wanted him to.

“Can’t wait to taste you.” He murmured before he dove into your core, making you moan out again at the feeling of his mouth and beard. The rumors were clearly wrong because there was no way this was Jamie’s first time eating pussy. Everything he did made your toes curl and whimpers to slip from your throat. You were very very quickly hurtling toward your orgasm and though you expected him to stop, Jamie just continued to eat you out as you spilled your juices all over his face.

Though your body tried to settle, it was hard with Jamie’s tongue lapping at you and after a moment, you pushed at his head needing a break from the sensitivity those nerves were experiencing. As he moved back up to kiss you again, making you taste yourself on his mouth, you slipped your hands down to push at his swim trunks, really needing his remaining clothing gone. He didn’t fight you this time, helping to kick them off of his body so that you were both finally completely nude.

Reaching between your bodies, you wrapped his length in your hand, stroking softly. While you expected him to be big, he was exceeding expectations. When you tried to flip positions to return the favor, Jamie shook his head kissing you softly before moving his attention back to your neck again.

“I’m not gonna last if you blow me. I need to be inside you.” He groaned, his words making you whimper.

“Condom?” You whispered and when Jamie threw his head back exasperated, you sighed. Of course, he didn’t have one, he’d just been at the pool with the bare minimum on him. For a moment you debated seeing if he trusted your use of the pill but then you remembered the stupid ‘supply bag’ one of the girls had made up for each of you. You’d shoved it in your bag without really looking at it but knowing her it was bound to have a few condoms.

Pushing Jamie off of you, you slipped out of bed and crossed the room to your bag, digging for a moment to find the gift bag, Dumping it out on the desk you smiled when your suspicions were correct and grabbing the condom you returned to bed.

“Thank god for friends right?” You commented, handing Jamie the condom and groaning at the fact that he had been stroking his cock while you’d been searching. “Holy shit Jamie…” You whimpered, the sight causing you to rub your thighs together in search of relief.

“Hmm...keep saying my name.” He urged, tugging you back onto the bed before rolling on top of you, his cock now sheathed in the condom.

“Jamie please…” You moaned, now feeling him pressed against your core but needing more. “I need you.” Leaning down to kiss you again, Jamie rested his forehead against yours for just a moment.

“I got you, babe. Going to make you feel so good.” His mouth swallowed your moans as he adjusted his hips and lined himself up with your core before slowly pressing in.

You had never been stretched the way that Jamie was stretching you now. Already you knew you were going to be sore tomorrow but it was going to be so worth it. As Jamie bottomed out inside you, you gasped at the feeling, a sound which quickly turned to a whimper because you needed him to move.

He didn’t make you wait long before he was pistoning his hips against yours, first slowly before settling into a more rhythmic pace once he was certain that he wouldn’t hurt you. With his body pressed over yours and his hands grazing over every inch of your skin it felt like he was everywhere and was completely overwhelming. You’d had sex before but it was nothing like this.

“More Jamie...more.” You moaned after a moment and Jamie thrust even harder into you, his free hand moving from its wandering down to rub over your clit.

“That’s it y/n...cum for me. You feel so good wrapped around my cock. I need to feel you, cum baby.”

You weren’t sure whether it was Jamie’s words or his actions that sent you flying to the edge before you even saw it coming and you screamed out his name as your body spasmed around him. Just as quickly as one orgasm ended another started and Jamie continued to praise you as you came again, pulling him along with you.

Rolling to the side so he wouldn’t crush you, Jamie slipped out of you before pulling you into his side and kissing your temple. For a moment you wondered if this was where things got awkward and he made some excuse to leave but instead Jamie pulled you into a soft kiss, his mouth moving leisurely over your own.

“Let me get rid of the condom and I’ll be back...promise.” He murmured as if again he knew exactly where your head was at. As promised he was back in less than a minute, this time bearing a warm washcloth to clean you up. Tossing the cloth aside, Jamie kissed you again before tucking his body around yours, pulling your head to his chest.

“God am I glad you showed up at the pool today.” He murmured, his fingers playing with your hair.

“I guess I am too.” You replied though you didn’t expect this to be anything more than a one night stand. Lifting your chin again, Jamie glared softly at you but didn’t say a word. If he was still here in the morning then you could discuss the ‘what now’, if not then well at least you had tonight. What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas and all that jazz.

The feeling of Jamie’s hands in your hair quickly lulled you to sleep and if you gained nothing else out of this trip than at least you knew that someone like him could want someone like you.

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14 Awesome New Year Parties In USA That You Must Be A Part Of

New Year’s Eve is the most awaited time of the year when you celebrate and make the most of your time with family and friends. It is now a part of tradition to bid aloha to the dying year and welcome the new one. Everyone wants to be a part of the best New Year parties in USA. Our sense of optimism is at its zenith when we are facing the last day of the year. We want the new year to be friendlier and kinder to us than the last one.

14 Best New Year Parties in USA

The festivities at the Times Square in New York, the madness of Las Vegas, and the food and drinks festivals everywhere around you, you will find no other country more geared up to celebrate the New Year than the US. Here’s a list of 14 new year parties in USA:

1. New York City

Perhaps the most iconic and most visited places on New Year’s Eve, Times Square in New York City tops our list of the best places to visit for New Years. It may be the largest New Year’s Eve celebration in America. The lowering of the ceremonial ball, the gathering of people bustling with crackling anticipation almost hidden from view in the confetti, all this adds up to make New Year’s in New York a memorable experience. Being one among the thousands at The Square or in a party nearby makes you feel you are a part of global happening. In Brooklyn, some of the parties may offer you a view of the amazing display of fireworks. The US is bursting with places where you can bring in the New Year but the best New Year party in USA can only be experienced in the madness of The Times Square.

2. New Year’s Eve Fireworks at Honolulu

Aloha Tower Marketplace celebrates the best New Year’s party in USA, with unmatchable festivities including waterfront dining, free live entertainment shopping, and a fabulous midnight fireworks display over the Honolulu Harbor. Celebrations commence at 7pm with many events like live entertainment, face painting, and free giveaways, among others. Head to the Tower with your family and enjoy yourself to the fullest.

3. New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas

It is the biggest party in the country! America’s Party is the name given to the New Year’s Eve celebrations that are organized at The Strip. It includes fireworks at midnight, extravaganza at the Las Vegas Strip, dining experiences, and live concerts among others. More than 330, 000 revelers throng the streets on a yearly basis to soak in the party atmosphere of Las Vegas.

4. New Orleans

New Orleans is known for its parties and it is known to throw the best New Year’s party in USA! Warm and friendly people, the perfect weather, pubs and bars which are open for business late into the night and merrymakers strolling down the lanes with their favorite drinks in hand; now who wouldn’t want to be a part of that? Go straight to the famous Jackson Square in the celebrated French Quarter. Musicians and entertainers play through the night which ends with the floating down of the iconic symbol of New Orleans, the Fleur de Lis, when the clock strikes 12. But don’t worry as the party continues across the many bars and restaurants in the Bourbon Street. If you are in the mood for something special then go aboard the Creole Queen or Natchez to enjoy a fireworks cruise.

5. First Night Arts Celebrations

Touted as the largest New Year’s Eve celebration in America, First night Boston celebrates the arts. It showcases Boston’s cultural and artistic talents through more than 250 art-shows and performances by both nationally and internationally renowned artists. The festivities begin at 1pm and continue to midnight. The celebrations include the Boston Pops Symphony Hall concert which is broadcast live and a fireworks show over the harbor.

6. Los Angeles

The City of Angels is pretty large one and thus, you have a selection of many events happening across the city. The biggest party happens at the Grand Park with scores of food trucks, live music and fun people to party with till 1 a.m. It is especially for families who want to celebrate outdoors as it is alcohol-free, but there are many bars that throw New Year’s parties. Prohibition at the Union Station is another famous event which is usually themed around the ’20s with an open bar, deejays, burlesque dancers, and live jazz music. Cap it all off by going aboard Queen Mary which just might be the best place to spend New Year’s Eve in USA, with its international-themed party, entertainers, live music, and fireworks at midnight.

7. Chicago

If you can brave the chilly winds then head to the windy city this New Year’s Eve. Chicago is chilly during New Year’s, but they surely know how to throw parties aimed at singles and families too. Walk down to Navy Pier with your family and enjoy the rides, and attractions. Just as the clock strikes 12 at midnight, the fireworks burst into a dazzling symphony of light and heat over Lake Michigan. Perhaps the best New Year party in USA can be found at the Lincoln Park Zoo with millions of twinkling light draped across all the spots in the zoo. There are ice carvings, a live DJ, games, free carousel rides and much more at only $10. The hotels, restaurants and clubs have their own offerings.

8. Washington D.C

The regal seat of power in America has a lot to offer on New Year’s Eve. From parties to balls, locals and visitors have plenty to see and enjoy. You can also head down to the nearby cities like Alexandria and Maryland to soak in the New Year’s vibes. Washington DC restaurants offer some of the best cuisines and drinks for your palate. There are many First Nights celebrated across the cities near the capital of America.

9. Houston, Texas

The fourth largest city in USA, Houston celebrates New Year’s Eve in style. Houston attracts many tourists during the month of December, with locals waiting for the New Year’s Eve eagerly themselves. You ask for it and Houston has it - live performances, tasty dinner options, the best of wines and fireworks to round the whole thing up.

10. The Fontainebleau, Miami

The people at the Fontainebleau resort are the best at throwing New Year’s Eve parties. Trust them to get some of the best performers to sing down to the New Year with unmatchable entertainment. This year they have roped in Demi Lovato and Kygo to sing along the poolside and steer the party to midnight revelries.

11. New Year’s Eve Ball and Showcase, Dallas

Dallas has many parties and event themed around the end of the year celebrations. One of the best is the New Year’s Eve Ball and Showcase. Dance your way across the ball room and just soak in the soulful atmosphere of good food, great people and amazing drinks. The party is a black tie only and that’s more than enough encouragement for us to ring in the New Year in style.

12. Nouveau: A Glamorous New Year’s Eve

What a novel way to celebrate the New Year’s! The Orlando Museum of Art is organizing a memorable night filled with delicious hors d’oeuvres, open bar, live music, photo booth, deejay, and a champagne toast with the fireworks on display.

13. Nashville, Tennessee

If you have not been to a southern party then you have been missing out on a lot. Nashville is the hub of country music. The city hosts several New Year’s Eve parties across its bars and restaurants and sometimes even throws in a live concert or two of famous country singers. If country music isn’t your thing then head toward the many parties and events for the ultimate New Year Eve party in USA, 2019.

14. New Year’s Eve in Walt Disney Resort

The Walt Disney Resort in Orlando is the best place to spend New Year’s Eve in USA with your entire family. Salute the brand new year with lip smacking delicacies, tasty drinks, sparkling dance parties and unforgettable fireworks. Every year Disney World offers amazing packages across its hotels, the most popular being eating while enjoying the Magic Kingdom fireworks at Disney’s Contemporary Resort California Grill. You cannot find any place better than the Disney World to make your New Year night memorable!

DVtv: The 41st annual Black Tie Dinner

DVtv: The 41st annual Black Tie Dinner

DVtv host Larry the Fairy and DVtv producers/editors Tom and Suha Roma bring you all the glitz, glamour and charity of the 41st annual Black Tie Dinnber. The post DVtv: The 41st annual Black Tie Dinner appeared first on Dallas Voice. DVtv: The 41st annual Black Tie Dinner was first posted on October 5, 2022 at 9:49 pm.©2021 “Dallas Voice“. Use of this feed is for personal non-commercial use…

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Video of Matt’s incredible speech at the Black Tie Dinner in Dallas, Texas on Saturday November 3. Earlier in the day, Matt did some campaigning for Beto O’Rourke.

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Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket

Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket The trend of wearing casual and relaxed jackets is becoming trendy, making young people fall in love. Maybe you have a hoodie, an umbrella jacket, or a bomb in your closet. But for the " fashion " players, the Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket is indispensable. From high school fashion to couture, the iconic varsity jacket has been embraced by many different style cultures over the years. And, now, it's coming back very strongly, as evidenced by local brands now trying to create at least one item varsity jacket of their own. Let's find out what Varsity Jacket is? And how to wear a cool Letterman Jacket outfit! What is the Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket? Also known as the varsity jacket or baseball jersey, it's designed to cool off quickly while still emphasizing a sporty look. With traditional designs, contrasting colors with unbuttoned and unbuttoned sweater bodies and leather sleeves are usually the main feature. A Brief History of Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket The Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket was first worn by young athletes in 1865 when the Harvard University baseball team coach decided to reward his critical players by embroidering a large letter 'H.' on their sweaters. Later known as the ' Letterman, 'this wearable emblem was later adopted by the university's football team. The Letterman quickly became the sweater seen on campuses across the United States, with schools and colleges proudly branding both their elite male and female athletes by their initials. Off their reputation. The early 1950s - Letterman became one of the flourishing subcultures and was popularized by several era icons, including James Dean and Elvis Presley. But with the Sweater form not very Sporty and masculine, Letterman upgraded and became the popular Varsity Jacket style today. Lasting for centuries, the Letterman Jacket retains its original features, a large and thick jacket form. The sleeves will be replaced with a leather material with the school logo, the team on the chest to honor the heroes. Best player. Varsity jackets in popular culture By the 1980s, people around the world indulge in a varsity jacket. Varsity jackets have been considered a staple fashion item on both sides of the Atlantic, culminating in Michael Jackson wearing an iconic red design for his infamous Thriller video. How is The Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket styled by male stars today? Vintage varsity jackets are still a celebrity favorite today, with contemporary artists like Drake, Jay-Z, Kayne West, Justin Bieber, and  Zac Efron all recently taking shape. Come up with a relaxed varsity style. However, for 2020, the versatile jacket has a little less volume and a bit more construction, with flatter cuts and a range of stylish pastel colors to choose from. Sporty, retro, classic, here are our top tips for putting together the best Varsity Jacket this season. So how to dress up with the Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket outfit? Create slimness Proving that you don't have to be a track athlete to wear the Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket, today's designs aren't as bulky or rough as in years past. The contemporary Letterman Jacket offers a sophisticated silhouette. More economical, fit, and beautiful, easy to match with various pants and bottoms. Shorter guys should still choose a minimalist design, slim fit to not add to the disproportionate upper half. Keep the balance with tapered or slim-fit pants, but add some accent with graphic stripes on the shoulders, cuffs, or neckline. Choose a solid color for easier access. If you're new to the letterman jacket trend, there's no need to dress as Michael Jackson in flashy red. Stick with simple black and white designs for a sophisticated coat that won't overwhelm the rest of your wardrobe and can take you from day to day without thinking. Nothing. For a casual yet stylish choice, layer your white jacket over a plain gray or black t-shirt, add a pair of ripped jeans and complete the look with some vintage canvas shoes. Dictionary. Or, for a slim, lean look, keep your t-shirt and jeans black, and choose a different style jacket with a black body and white or cream sleeves. Try another coat in pastel colors to refresh your look. Fish c pastel tones have everywhere this season. And,  with a dusty peach or lavender coat, you can easily combine two trends in one outfit. These soothing and incredibly easy-to-wear tones will add a dash of modern pop to your wardrobe. They will ensure the Letterman Jacket remains the main attraction of the outfit but doesn't overwhelm it—layer over a neutral-toned t-shirt and pair with a pair of your favorite ripped denim jeans. Dress well in denim and hi-top sneakers Modern style coats in light grey, white, cream, and pastel go well with all shades of denim and create a casual yet stylish look. These contemporary models take on a classic writer's face with a softer and more laid-back vibe that's best suited to day wear. Combined with a hi-top trainer with a similar tone for a casual outfit will become your favorite items for the day of the tournament,  Day dinner, or a drink at the pub. Wear the NFL Tennessee Titans Baseball Jacket with a shirt, tapered trousers, and flat shoes Keep it casual but chic with a monochromatic or neutral-toned varsity jacket and layer it over a crisp button top, with taper trousers below. Subtle your ensemble by casting a pair of classic brogues, and you'll get an outfit that's polite enough for the office but not too corporate to carry those after-work drink What to wear with the Personalized NFL Dallas Cowboys Skull Baseball Jacket? Normal A white T-shirt, Black skinny jeans, Chinos, High boots The combo mixing between varsity jacket with navy jeans is a classic that has stood the test of time. Ditch the primary colors for a laid-back and on-trend look this season and opt for a design in lighter, softer combinations like teal and white, peach and cream, or lavender and gray. Street clothing A graphic tee Black jeans Leather basketball cap Metal belt High boots The Letterman Jacket embodies the stylish, urban aesthetic of modern streetwear. Choose sporty designs that evoke '80s nostalgia and pair with slim-fit or comfortable black jeans. Consider another contemporary jacket design that features accent embroidery in a base color on the left chest, cuffs, or waist if you want a slight extra edge. Layer a textured t-shirt and add a leather baseball cap, metal belt, or high heel sneakers for a look that's both sporty and street-ready. Homely Shirt buttoned pants charcoal gray chinos or blue Accessories yellow sunglasses aviator Boots or shoes with straps Chelsea monk Accentuate your after-work outfit by wearing a two-tone jacket over a shirt and tie. Remember that a letterman jacket is casual by default, so balance it with trousers underneath to avoid looking sloppy at the office. Choose an excellent, monochromatic design, add a button-down shirt underneath and pair it with charcoal gray or navy chinos. Put on yourself some jewels, a pair of aviator glasses, intelligent Chelsea boots, leather nuns, or a couple of white canvas t-shirts. Summary The far-reaching appeal of the letterman jacket has endured for a great 150 years. This fashion favorite is primarily due to its popularity, thanks to its ability to match various outfits and occasions, pairing well with casual and smart office wear. Wear it up or down to achieve a classic, urban, or even slightly fancy look this season. Whether your look is sporty, classic, or intelligent, the versatile jacket is the jacket that should be seen once again. Follow us for more: Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest Check out for more at  Baseball Jersey FROM: ALISHIRTS STORE   Read the full article