My heart sank as another puck was sent flying into the net. Everett had been on fire this season up until this game, something was off. He was the number one goaltender in the country, yet somehow the score was 5-2 right now. I watched closely as he smacked the goalpost with his stick, saying something to himself.
As the game came to an end, Everett was the first one off the ice. I waited outside the locker room for what felt like hours as the team's coach piled onto them about the hot mess that was a game. Now and then, I could hear him targeting Everett, talking about how if he wanted to further his career, he needed to get his mind out of the gutter. Going on and on about how they could have won if he hadn't fucked up like he did. A part of me wanted to go on there and scream my head off at their coach, but I held back. I knew it would only make matters worse, and that Everett could potentially be kicked off the team for that.
When he finally exited the locker room, I noticed that he didn't even bother putting his suit jacket back on, instead, he was holding it as he wore the dress shirt half undone. Without saying anything to me, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him, making his way to his truck.
"Everett," I whispered as he opened the door for me. "Do you want to talk about it?"
I climbed into my seat, turning to look at him as I buckled myself in. His eyes were glazed over, as he stared at me, shaking his head. "No, I don't."
He slammed the car door shut, before maneuvering into the driver's side and starting the truck up. The drive home was completely silent other than his occasional groan, clearly thinking about the game.
When we arrived home, he silently got out, and opened my door, unbuckling my seatbelt. I looked at him cautiously before he grabbed me by the waist, and hauled me out of the car, throwing my body over his shoulder.
I was taken aback by this and began laughing as he made his way into the house. His grip on my waist was strong, making sure that he wasn't going to drop me. After he closed the front door, his right hand came baring down on my ass with a loud smack.
I moaned out from the sudden stinging sensation. "Everett, what was that for?"
He palmed my ass, rubbing where he smacked it before bringing his hand back down as he made his way into the bedroom. "Remember how when we first got together, you told me about your fantasies," he said as he threw me onto his bed.
I leaned back on my elbows, looking up at him as he stood between my legs, nodding. "Yes, what about them?"
He smirked softly, leaning down and grabbing my chin, pulling it towards his face. "I want to take my frustrations out on your pretty little pussy," he whispered, before pressing his lips to mine and pushing his tongue in.
I moaned softly, one of my hands moving to his hair, tangling within it as I pulled softly. I pressed my hips up against him, desperate for friction. But, instead of giving me what I wanted, he pulled away from the kiss, his hands pressing my hips down.
"Patience, my love," he muttered. "I'm in control here. Now stay still if you want to be rewarded."
I nodded my head, watching him hazily as he tugged the jersey I had been wearing, pulling it over my head, leaving me in only a lacy red bra and my leggings. He ran his hand up and down my hips, sending shivers down my spine as he grazed my ribs.
His eyes were sending daggers into my soul, making me want to whither under his gaze, Slowly, he cupped my breasts through my bra, running his thumbs over my puffy nipples. I whimpered softly, desperate for his touch as he pressed his index finger to my lips.
"Shhh," he whispered. "I'm just getting started, love."
I watched as Everett slowly pulled down the cups of my bra, exposing my bare chest to him. His fingers slowly danced over my nipples in a taunting manner. I moaned softly, as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking roughly while toying with my other breast.
"Everett," I whimpered as he bit down.
He pulled his mouth from my breast, making a popping sound, cocking his eyebrow at me. Hi moved his hands, slowly stroking my hips while teasing the waste bans of my leggings.
"Yes, princess?"
I writhed under his gaze, "Please touch me," I begged.
He smirked, slowly pulling at my leggings. "I thought I told you that I was the one in control here." He pulled my leggings off my legs, and looked at my body hungrily, like a man starving.
Suddenly, he wrapped his hands around my thighs, and spread them apart, leaning down and peppering my legs with soft kisses. The polar opposite of what was to come. He slowly made his way up to my core, running his fingers around the seams of my panties.
I lifted my hips, looking for more friction as he ran his finger over my clit. Everett laughed softly, before tugging my panties to the side. He ran his fingers up and down my slit while continuing to kiss my inner thigh.
"Everett," I whimpered out. "Please."
He shook his head, continuing to taunt me. "Not yet princess, you need to learn patience."
He slowly pulled his fingers away from me, before reaching to undo the rest of the buttons on his dress shirt. I watched as he undid his belt buckle, tossing it to the floor and pulling his jeans off, leaving him in a pair of form-fitting black boxers.
"Sit up for me princess."
I nodded, doing as he said. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, before reaching around my back and unclasping my bra, throwing it to the floor. He pulled my hair out of my face and grappled my chin once again.
"If you want to stop at any point, you need to tell me, baby. Okay?"
I nodded softly, looking up at him as he got off the bed, and standing in front of me. He slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing his cock. My mouth watered, as I looked back up at him.
He grabbed my hair once again, tugging my face towards him. "Open your mouth," he demanded.
