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One Shots

Sorry Motherfucker

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Tomorrow. It was practically here and yet, not soon enough. What was worse, the waiting or the day itself?

Jason Spezza rolled over and lit up his phone for about the hundredth time that night. The bright display said 2:25 a.m. Last time he looked it had said 2:13 a.m. He had gone to bed at ten and still hadn’t fallen asleep, not even for five minutes. He was already tired and frustrated, the feelings exaggerated even more imaging how shitty he was going to feel when tomorrow finally arrived.

Tomorrow. That was all he could think about was tomorrow. Technically, now it was today and that evening the Stars would start their bid for the Stanley Cup. Jason wasn’t a fool, he knew he was not a young man anymore. Thirty-two isn’t old in the grand scheme of things, but for a professional athlete it certainly was old enough to make him a veteran. And while he knew it wasn’t all on his shoulders, he couldn’t help but feel like if they didn’t win it all this year, he would never have another real chance.

As far as he was concerned, this was it, this was the year, this was the team, this was the time. And that scared the shit out of him. What if he fucked it up, him personally? What if he held them back? What if he didn’t score? What if his passes missed the mark? What if, what if, what if.

He tossed off the covers and grabbed his phone, snagging his keys on his way out. He found his car in the parking garage and took off, driving the measly ten miles to arrive at small apartment complex just inside the Dallas city limits. He parked on the street and entered the building, taking the stairs to the third floor two at a time.

Without a care for the neighbors, he pounded on the door for apartment 3D. He waited less than a few seconds before he pounded again. When he heard muffled stumbling from within, he finally lowered his hand. Amelia answered the door in her underwear and a vibrant green Stars jersey. He already knew whose name was on the back and it made him even more frustrated.

“Jason? What the fuck?”

“Let me in.”

She rubbed her eyes and flipped her blond bangs out of the way. “I don’t hear from you for months and you show up here in the middle of night half naked with no shoes on telling me to let you in. Are you out of your fucking mind?”

He looked down at himself, surprised to find that she was right. He had on a pair of baggy pajama pants, but that was it, no shirt, no shoes. He was in a bad way and he knew he was right to come here, no matter how much convincing she needed. “Amelia…please let me in.”

She folded her arms and leaned on the doorframe. “Why?”

He stepped up close to her without entering the apartment. He bent forward, keeping his voice low. “I’m fucked up. I can’t sleep. I can’t relax. I need…you.”

Her eyes narrowed and she looked even more pissed now that she was really awake. “Two months, Jason. I know we weren’t exclusive, but you could have at least returned my fucking phone calls, told me off, or something. You just disappeared.”

Oh, yeah, about that. The two of them had shared a casual thing for a while until Jason decided he needed to focus on hockey and cut her off without so much as a goodbye text. He was an asshole, he knew that, but good God, she was the only thing that could help him right now.

He played dirty, hauling out the big guns, using the name he only ever called her in bed, knowing it made her weak in the knees every single time. “Lee-Lee…baby…please…” His eyes were big, pleading.

She sighed like a woman who was so tired of his shit, but also too tired to argue. When she stepped to the side, he walked in and closed the door. She had her back to him, but when the door locked she turned around and he was on her in no time. His hands found the back of her neck, pulling her close, his lips slotted with hers as his tongue sought out the warmth of her mouth.

She allowed him a few kisses before she put her hands on his chest and arched her back to get clear of him. “You’re a world class son of a bitch, you know that?”

He smiled for the first time in days. He had missed this, her sassy little mouth, her complete lack of fear of him or anyone for that matter. “Can we fight about this later? I just need to let this out so I can get some sleep.”

“If you’re just here to relieve some stress, you can fuck right off.”

“Lee-Lee, I could have gone anywhere, called any number of girls. Why do you think I came here?”

“Because I’m the closest?”

“No, because you’re the best. No one fucks me like you do.” He moved his mouth to her neck. “No one makes me feel as good as you do. No one…”

Amelia’s body betrayed her, thrusting forward against his, her head tilting to accommodate his kiss, her mouth issuing a moan. Alright, so she was a sucker for the ‘you’re the only one who makes me feel like this’ spiel, so sue her. She justified it this way: she loved the Stars and absolutely needed them to win, to win they’d need Jason at his best, for him to be at his best he needed her, at least her body. Ergo, she was a necessary component to the Stars’ victory, a task she took very seriously.

He was still licking and biting at her skin when she relented, wrapping her arms around his torso and holding him against her body. “Alright. But eventually we’re gonna have a serious talk about what a sorry-ass motherfucker you are.”

He groaned and rubbed his erection against her stomach. “Promise, tomorrow. Just fucking kiss me.”

She leaned her head back, opened her mouth slightly and welcomed his rushed kiss. Enough of this fooling around, he needed her naked right now or he was going to burst from the torture.

He reached down, grabbing her ass roughly before latching onto the bottom of that damn jersey. When he peeled it off, he threw it behind him blindly and moved to cup both her breasts. “You know I hate when you wear that fucking thing.”

Amelia smirked, grabbing his wrists to hold his hands against her body as he kneaded her breasts. “Fuck you, Spezza. I was a Stars fan before I met you and I’ll wear whatever jersey I want.”

He had no answer, because that was true; the Dallas girl born and raised had been cheering on the team for years before he met her. It wasn’t that she wore someone else's jersey, she was never his to begin with, they both knew that. It was that she wore Seguin’s jersey, every time he came to see her, that’s what she was strutting around in. Not that he didn’t like Seguin, it was the fact that Seguin is young and, he would admit, better looking than him. When he came to Amelia, he wanted to be the only Stars’ player she was thinking of. That jersey was just a reminder that he wasn’t the best she could do.

Amelia has known exactly what she was doing with that jersey. Granted, she adored Seguin as a player and would wear his jersey no matter what, but knowing how much it pissed Jason off only made her love it even more. That night, she had worn it for luck; Jason showing up looking for sex and being subjected to it was just a bonus. Their relationship had been vague at best and she knew that he saw other women, just as she saw other men. She was even pretty sure she could have Seguin if she wanted him. What Jason didn’t seem to understand was that of all the Stars in Dallas, she only ever wanted him. One day she might tell him that, but not tonight.

Tonight, he needed this and he need it badly. She pushed his hands out of the way and pulled his face back towards hers for another brutal kiss. Walking backwards, she found her couch in the dark, noticing for the first time that neither of them had bothered to turn the light on.

The moon shone through the window and the light from her bedroom gave them enough to see by. Her ass hit the armrest of the couch and he pushed her down onto it. Dropping to his knees, he had her panties off and his face buried in her pussy before she even caught a breath.

“Oh, fucking thank you, Jason.” Amelia ran a hand over his short hair, letting her fingernails drag lightly across his scalp and making him groan against her pussy. His hands had a vice like grip on her thighs, holding them open to his will.

She could say a lot of shitty things about Jason, but his skills and attentiveness as a lover were never in question. The man was so keyed up he couldn’t sleep, had only a few hours left to get some rest before game one and yet there he was, on his knees making sure she would come at least twice before he was done. Bless him, she thought.

Luckily for him, she was already radically turned on, just seeing him at her door had been enough do that. Hearing that he needed her and the feel of his lips after so long had finished the job. Now, she was dripping for him, squeezing two of his fingers into her pussy as he sucked at her clit, pulling the orgasm from her body.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” She released against his mouth and when he popped back up to kiss her, his playoff scruff was wet and rough.

He was even more breathless than she was and now more than desperate. “Stand up and bend over.”

She obeyed, finding that her legs were wobbly and grateful for the couch acting as her crutch. Jason shed his pajama pants as she moved and when she had her hands braced on the armrest, he shoved inside of her quickly, forcing her body to stretch and widen to accommodate his girth.

His eyes lolled back as he closed them in pleasure. “Oooh, yeah, Lee-Lee. That’s it, just right.”

Amelia gasped at the fullness of him in her pussy. “Jason…come on, baby. Fuck me.”

Not like he needed the encouragement, but her words sparked him to life. He grabbed her hips and pulled almost all the way out, letting the head of his cock linger just inside her entrance before he slammed back into her. He did this hard fucking a few more drawn out times, letting her whine and loving how his cock would emerge positively coated in her arousal.

With one hard push, she shifted forward, her hands landing on the seat of the couch as she bent so far down she was practically folded in half. Here he started to fuck her with pace and rhythm; she stayed where she was, letting the position open her body to the new angle of his penetration.

He went to work, thighs and pelvis slapping her ass and inspiring his hand to do the same. After the first spank, Amelia’s body snapped back up to a ninety degree angle, hands back on the armrest.

“Harder, harder, Jason. Make me fucking feel it.”

He wound up and smacked her ass again and he felt her pussy quiver around his cock. This brought a smug smile to his face and he was happy she couldn’t see it. She always hated how cocky he was. He smacked her other cheek now, feeling that same ripple of her walls flexing as his cock slipped in and out.

Sex sounds filled her small apartment, skin on skin, palm on ass, the slick wet noise of his cock working in her pussy, his deep groans, and her breathy, gasping moans. God, how she had missed this, missed him if she was being honest. Jason was lost to the moment, thinking of nothing, but the plush softness receiving him and the heat of his hand on her ass. And that was what he needed, just a few minutes of blissful mindlessness.

He fucked her until he was close, about to burst, but then he pulled back. Slowing his pace, he relaxed until he felt stable and then sped up again. All he wanted was a few more minutes, seconds even, just to feel nothing but Amelia, her body, just this.

Eventually he couldn’t keep it up anymore and he was ready to go. He reached forward, grabbing her long ponytail and forcing her back to arch as she bent back to look at him. His pace never let up. “Touch yourself. Come with me.”

When he let go of her hair, she leaned on an elbow and brought her other hand under her body to rub her clit. At first touch she whimpered his name and started writhing back against him, rubbing her now red and sore ass against his body.

Jason held still, letting her finish him with the movement of her hips. “Yeah, yeah, baby, fuck me just like that. I told you, only you do me like this. Only you, Amelia. Fuck…so tight right now. Ugh, Christ.”

“Yes! Jason…” Frantic circles were made on her clit as he dick went deeper with her help. He released his warm seed along her walls and when he pulled out she finally came again, toying with her clit until her knees gave out and she sunk down onto the floor, breathless. When she looked up, Jason was leaning against the wall looking blissed out and sleepy.

She found the strength to stand and touched his arm tenderly. “Go to bed, Spezza. I gotta clean up, but I’ll meet you there.”

He only nodded and pressed a kiss on the top of her head. Amelia came out of the bathroom and found Jason in bed, fast asleep on top of the covers, right where he must have landed. The sight made her smile.

She flipped the comforter over him and then went to sleep on the couch so she didn’t wake him up. He found her there in the morning, curled up in nothing but Seguin’s jersey. He had slept better than he had in months and he wondered why he ever thought breaking things off with Amelia was a good idea. His fingertips on her cheek woke her up; she was always a light sleeper.

“Hey.”

“Hi. I gotta go, Amelia.”

“I know.” She grabbed his hand and kissed it. “You’re gonna do awesome today, I just know it.”

“You’ll be watching?”

“Like always. Tell the boys I said good luck, yeah?”

“Yeah…Amelia…”

“Huh?”

“Can I come see you tonight? Please? You still need to tell me all about what a sorry motherfucker I am.”

Amelia laughed and pulled him down for a kiss. “Yeah…come over after the game. I’ll be here.”

“You always were.”

“Always will be. Now go work on bringing that Cup to Dallas where it belongs.”

Notes

FYI, as a Preds fan it really pained me to write this. Luckily, Spezza is so damn cute, I enjoyed it nonetheless.

Comments

So it would be nice to have a sequel to this!

Polarvortex Polarvortex
10/8/20

If you decide to do these again, can you have a Braden Holtby story? Name: Kelly, Premise is that she gives him an X-rated surprise when he gets home from winning the cup in Vegas. Rough and filthy please!

hockeyyy hockeyyy
6/12/18

Can you write a chapter with John Tortorella and any player

Lmarina2000 Lmarina2000
4/11/18

damn that was hot

TangersGirl58 TangersGirl58
7/28/17

if you are still doing requests

Kris Letang Pittsburgh Penguins to this song http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/elliegoulding/lovemelikeyoudo.html

Thanks

TangersGirl58 TangersGirl58
7/28/17