One Timers

With seconds winding down on the clock, Amelia Rosehill watches from the family suite as her husband and Dan Carcillo begin circling each other. Tensions between Carcillo and the entire Flyers roster have been high throughout the whole game.

“Jay, don’t do something stupid.” She groans, tearing her eyes from his orange jersey to check the scoreboard. Thirty six seconds left, the Flyers are up 4-2.

The crowd begins screaming and her eyes jolt back to the ice, only to find the orange 37 exchanging punches with his partner. Her heart starts beating fast, a mixture between anxiety and arousal.

Jay is known for being an enforcer. It’s one of the reasons he’s well-loved here in Philly. You can’t be the Broad Street Bullies without a couple good bullies. But Amelia still hasn’t gotten used to the mixture of emotions that comes with it. The wife in her winces every time it happens, hoping to God that he doesn’t get hurt. Jay has had plenty of broken bones, loose teeth, cuts and bruises all along his face. And when the big injuries happen, like a broken nose, he becomes insufferable to deal with. But the other side of her gets extremely turned on every time, and two of his most notable fights have led to their two beautiful sons. Who are happily spending the night at their grandparents’ house tonight.

Amelia grips the armrests on the sides of her chair as she watches Jay and Carcillo exchange blows. It pleases her to see that, while Carcillo is scrappy and feisty, Jay is winning the fight easily. Carcillo gets one good punch to Jay’s face, but Jay quickly matches him with three good ones of his own, flattening Carcillo to the ice.

Satisfied with the sight of Carcillo lying on the ice, Jay flips his hair and looks up to where he knows the family suite is. On the big screen, she can see him send a wink that she knows is meant for her. That sly bastard. He knows what his fighting does to her. Add that to the trickle of blood running down the side of his face and she wants to punch him.

But she can also feel her panties praising him. Asshole.

Jay leaves the ice, heading down the hallway to the locker room with a smirk on his face. Thirty six hockey seconds later, Amelia finds herself socializing with the other wives and girlfriends as they wait for their men to emerge from the locker room.

“He’ll be right out.” She hears Zac Rinaldo say from behind her.
“Did you encourage him?” She asks, already knowing the answer.
“They don’t call us the bash brothers for nothing!” He chuckles.
“Asshole.” She mutters. Zac just laughs.
“I know the little ones are away for the night. So admit it, you’re going to go home and have fantastic raging sex. You’ll thank me in the morning.”
Amelia turns to him, stunned.
“Did you encourage him to fight just so we have good sex tonight?”
“I hope you’ll at least consider me for godfather of baby number three.” He responds with a wink.

Amelia can’t help but let out an embarrassed laugh. Who knew play-boy Zac rinaldo could be such a smart wing man?

“What’s this douche bag saying? Is he getting me put in the dog house for the night?” She hears. Turning to face her husband, her jaw drops at the sight of the forming black eye and stitches on the left side of his face.

“How bad?” She asks.
“Won’t even miss a game.” He responds with a smirk.
“Home. Now.”

Amelia certainly doesn’t miss the change in his eyes from playful to sinful, and in minutes they’re in the car heading home. By the time they reach the highway, Amelia is peeling off her jersey and unbuttoning her blouse.

“Pants off, jersey back on.” Jay growls, eyes flickering between the road and her semi-naked body.

Amelia obeys, and by the time he’s turning off of the highway, her hands have moved to the buttons on his shirt, working their way down his chest. She reaches the bottom of his shirt and her fingers slip to the front of his pants, unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down. Her fingertips brush his forming hard on and they both let out a quiet moan.

His fingers are turning white, gripping the steering wheel with all of his strength. They turn into their driveway and he parks inside the garage, quickly shutting the door behind them.

In a flash, they’re both out of the car, forgoing their already discarded-clothing. He’s in just his pants and shoes, and she’s in just her underwear and his jersey. He slips off his shoes as she works the lock to open the door to the house. As soon as it’s open, she feels his arms wrap around her and spin her around, slamming her against the wall. His lips attach to her neck and her fingers work to slide his pants and boxers over his thick thighs.

His hands trail down her sides, hooking in the sides of her panties and pushing them to the floor. He spreads apart her legs by pushing one of his between them, and two fingers swipe her drenching slit.

“How long have you been like this?” He growls.
“Since you fucking winked at me.” She pants.

He pulls away slightly and smirks at her.
“Good.”

In one motion, he picks her up by her ass and shoves her against the wall, sliding his aching cock inside her. Even after giving birth naturally to two kids, she’s still as tight and fantastic as their first time together.

“Fuck, Ame.” He whispers.
“Jay, baby. Oh my God.” She moans.

He tries sliding in and out of her slick heat slowly, but can’t hold back from pounding into her. Her loud moans of pleasure and her fingers pulling at his hair fuel him.

“Fuck me, Jay. Oh God, baby.” She cries as he bottoms out inside her.
He grunts and grabs her ass, pulling away from the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist as he sprints with her in his arms towards the kitchen.
“The counter, baby.” She suggests, knowing exactly what he wants.

He sits her on the kitchen counter and she leans backwards, resting on her hands and legs in the air. His one hand wraps around her toned calf and hikes it over his shoulder as the other holds onto her hip, fingers digging in for traction.

She’ll probably have a bruise there tomorrow, but it’s totally worth it as he begins slamming himself fully into her, hardly holding back any of his strength. She feels her stomach tightening, and knows that she’s nearing her release. Her ass squeaks against the counter and he pulls her back towards him, doubling the impact of his thrust.

“Jay!” She screams out.
“Fuck, Amelia. I’m so fucking close.” He pants, sweat dripping down his cheek.
“Me too.” She breathes, spurring him on.

Her walls begin to tighten around his dick and his thrusts become sloppy. He wraps an arm around her back and pulls her close to his chest, doubling his efforts.

“Fucking fuck, Jay!” She yells out, finding her release. Her teeth sink into his shoulder as she screams and she feels a moan escape in his throat. He buries himself to the hilt and she feels him twitch.
“Amelia, baby!” He responds, unloading his hot seed into her.

They stay in that position for a couple minutes, panting and grasping at each other as they ride out their highs. His hands slowly begin massaging her thighs and her fingers run through his sweaty hair.

“Stop fucking fighting so much.” She gasps. “My body can’t handle it.”
His laugh rumbles from his chest.
“Maybe you need to learn to control yourself when I fight.” He chuckles.
“Don’t blame this on me!” She laughs. “It’s Rinaldo’s fault for egging you on.”
“Remind me to buy him a case of beer.” He laughs. She just sighs.

“We didn’t use protection, baby.” She says, nuzzling her face into his neck.
“In a couple weeks, remind me to buy him two cases of beer.”
“You’d be okay with that?”
He grabs her chin, pulling it so she’s looking at him,
“We already have two, and next to you they’re the highlights of my life. I’d love to add a little princess to the mix. Or a goalie to go against our two forwards.”
She chuckles.

“Zac said we have to consider him for the godfather position.”
“If we have a little girl, definitely. No boy will even think about messing with her if that nut is protecting her.”
They both chuckle.
“I’m sweaty. Let’s go shower.” She suggests.
“Save water and shower together?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

Notes

Finally a Flyers request!!!!!

I enjoy writing other players, but the Flyers are my boys. I love writing them more than anything.

Hope you all enjoy it!