5
My skates dug into the ice, a sharp friction that made my legs ache with every stride. Frantic energy filled the rink; the deafening roars blended with the rapid beat of my heart, the game unfinished. I could feel the team’s momentum building as we pressed against the opposing side, but my mind was elsewhere. On her. Hazel.Her quiet indifference grated on my nerves more than I cared to admit. My chest tightened in frustration every time I glimpsed her in the stands. I wasn’t used to the rejection. It was a foreign feeling that I could never get used to. I hated how she didn’t want me.
A sharp whistle pierced the air, snapping me back to the game as someone passed me the puck. My body moved on autopilot. I rushed toward the net, the crowd’s roar getting louder as I guided my stick through the defensemen. He shifted, watching me, as I moved towards him. My heart pounded in my chest, but it wasn’t from adrenaline. It stemmed from a need for validation. To prove I’m the guy that gets everything I want. I wound up for the shot, my wrist snapping the stick in a blur as the puck rocketed toward the goal. The goalie lunged, arms stretched wide, but I knew I had this one. The puck found the net; cheers erupted. My teammates swarmed me in victory. But I barely heard them.My eyes flickered to Hazel, but she wasn’t even looking at me. She was talking to Nevaeh. I felt my frustration rise as I grabbed my water bottle and tossed it, the sound of it clanging against the boards drowned by the crowd.
“What’s up with you?” Wallace asked.
“Nothing.” I said, my tone flat. “Just tired.”
The return to the locker room felt interminable; each step weighed more. However, I stopped when I noticed a figure waiting near the door. My father. The surprise hit me harder than any puck to the face could. I glanced at the man; he always felt like a shadow.
“Hey, Dad. I didn’t expect to see you.”
My dad’s stern gaze swept over me, eyes cool and calculating, like he was evaluating an object that didn’t meet his standards.
“I came to see how you performed.”
I ran a hand through my damp hair, still buzzing with adrenaline. There was a tightness in my chest as I shifted on my feet.
“What did you think?”
The question came out before I could stop it, but I’d always needed my father’s approval. My father didn’t hesitate. His eyes narrowed, and a frown tugged at his mouth.
“You could have played better.”
My stomach clenched.
“We won.”
The words felt like they left someone else’s lips as if they held no weight in my father’s eyes. He didn’t look impressed.
“You were distracted. If you want to make it to the big leagues, you need to give it your all.”
I swallowed down the wave of anger rising in my throat. My father minimized everything, diminishing my accomplishments. I couldn’t even get a genuine word of praise for winning. But I was never one to argue with him.
“You’re right. I’ll do better next game.”
He gave me a stiff nod.
“You better.”
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the locker room, leaving me standing there, the weight of my father’s expectations pressing down harder than the pads I’d just stripped off. The room’s silence amplified my frustration. I paused, braced against the wall, fists clenched. No matter how hard I worked, or how much I gave, it was never enough.
**
I stepped out of the locker room, my hair still damp from the shower, the fresh scent of soap doing little to wash away the tension from my conversation with my father. I rolled my shoulders, trying to shake off the lingering frustration, but it clung to me like a shadow. And then I saw her.
Nevaeh was leaning against the wall outside the locker room, one leg bent, her sneaker pressed against the brick. Her lips curled into a coy smile; her eyes lit with a flirty gleam as they landed on me. She, in a fitted crop top and jeans that hugged her curves, might’ve influenced me another time. But it was how she looked at me–like I was unstoppable. Like I was enough.
“Congratulations, captain. ” She said as her eyes roamed over me. “You won, which means you get your surprise.”
I quirked a brow, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets.
“A surprise, huh? I’m not one for suspense.”
She chuckled, pushing off the wall to close the distance. The warmth and sweetness of her perfume, combined with her expression, revealed her surprise.
“Patience isn’t your strong suit, is it?”
“Not tonight.” I said, the frustration in my chest resurfacing. I thought of my father’s criticism, Hazel’s indifference, and the gnawing emptiness that wouldn’t leave. I needed a distraction. “What’s this surprise?”
Nevaeh’s smile widened, and she stepped closer, her fingers brushing against the sleeve of my jacket.
“Why don’t you let me take the lead, and I’ll show you?”
The rational part of me screamed to think twice. My brain warned me I’d gone down this path with her before, but I didn’t care. Nevaeh was what I needed tonight. No strings, no expectations–just a distraction. I tilted my head, letting a smug tug at my lips.
“Lead the way, then.”
Her eyes lit up with satisfaction, and she turned, glancing over her shoulder with a playful look that dared me to follow. I hesitated for only a second before falling into step behind her. It wouldn’t solve my internal chaos, but it sufficed.
**
Nevaeh let out a high-pitched yelp as I stretched her open, my thick girth filling her to the brim. I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and began pounding into her with ruthless abandon.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs. “To be used like a slut?”
“Yes!” she moaned, pushing back against me to meet each brutal thrust. “Use me however you want!”
I reached around to palm her breasts as I continued ravaging her from behind. My fingers pinched and twisted at the sensitive nipples while I slammed into her with increasing force. My pace turned frenzied as I chased my release, the room echoing with the slap of flesh on flesh and our mingled moans. I pulled her upright with her hair.
“Cum on my cock.” I growled in her ear, fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave marks.
With a keening cry, she convulsed around me, milking me tight with her rippling walls. I groaned as I filled the condom with my hot seed. I released her when I finished. She slumped against her bed, chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.
“That was fun.” I said, turning to dispose of the condom. “I guess I’ll see you around.”
I didn’t bother looking at her as I got dressed. She scrambled for her scattered garments, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes.
“Please don’t go.” She begged, stepping towards me.
However, it wouldn’t matter. I had rules. No cuddling, no small talk, and no staying over. These are rules I would never break.
“Sorry, I have plans. But this was fun.” I said with a condescending wink before leaving her dorm and not looking back.