Friends with Benefits

Seventeen.

Holly was right. The game was exciting.
The Stars were winning, 3-0. There had been numerous attempts for fights amongst other players when they would notice Patrik taunting Tyler. It was reassuring to see the players be protective of their alternate captain.
I couldn't hear what was being said like the other players could but I noticeably saw Patrik skating by Tyler and saying things to him numerous times. Tyler got checked by him a few times too. Tyler would shake his head and skate away.
Holly and I were gulping down our fourth beer. We danced to the music. Holly had the most fun slamming our hands on the glass whenever the players got close.
The horn announced the beginning of the third period. An offside call on the Stars took the boys down to the other side of the ice. I wobbly checked my phone as they lined up for a face off. The crowd exploded into cheers. I shoved my phone back into the small clutch and stood up. There was a fight happening. Holly was yelling and banging her hands on the glass. I squinted my eyes to see who was fighting. I peered my eyes up to the Jumbotron hoping to see who was involved. The number 91 on the back of a green and white jersey flashed across the screen. I grabbed at Holly's arm.

"It's Tyler! Tyler's fighting!" I shrieked. Holly composed herself to hold onto me.
"Who is he fighting? I can't see!" She yelled over the crowd. I kept squinting my eyes at the giant screen. The man in the red jersey swinging at Tyler was angry. Tyler got a few hits in to knock off the helmet of the Red Wings player. My heart sank.
"He's fighting Patrik." I said to Holly. Her eyes widened in shock. We both clenched at each other's arms watching Tyler and Patrik throw punches at each other. They held onto each other's chest guard for stability causing them to swing around in circles.
The referees finally stopped the fight after Patrik got slammed down to the ice by Tyler. The refs suspended Patrik from the rest of the game. I watched in complete astonishment as Tyler was escorted to the penalty box by a few refs. He examined his hand. The blood trickled onto the ice.

It felt like an eternity before the game eventually ended. The Stars horn signaled the win. The team knocked their helmet against the goalie. Except Tyler. He immediately skated off the ice.
We started our way up the stairs. We were stopped by a man in a victory green jacket.

"Excuse me, Miss Rose? Mr. Seguin requested me to bring you to him." Holly and I exchanged nervous glances.
"I'll take an Uber home. You need to talk to him." Holly linked her arm around mine. I shook my head at her. "Go. I'll see you on Monday." I hugged her quickly. She pushed me up the stairs so I nodded to the man. He instructed me to follow him.

As we walked past the loud fans celebrating the win, I gave a high five to a few of them. I heard a few things said at me like 'it's your turn to fight Seguin' and 'he's going to beat you down next'. I forced laughs and smiles at them.
The man in the green jacket unlocked a door that led to a long hallway.
"Mr. Seguin will meet you down the hall and outside of the locker room's doors."
"Thank you." I walked into the hallway. The loud door closing scared me. My heels clopping down the hallway echoed loudly into my buzzing head. I approached two large metal doors. I leaned my body against the cement wall. The coldness from the wall felt nice.
My body shuddered at the sudden large sound of the doors opening. Voices and laughter erupted. Tyler emerged from behind the door. His smile disappeared as our eyes met.

"Ready?" He said sharply. I nodded my head. He walked ahead of me toward the main exit of the arena. He glanced at my outfit. I tugged at the jersey to cover my butt in my black leggings. I adjusted the strap of my clutch on my shoulder. Even though it was October in Texas, the weather was actually a little chilly.
The walk to Tyler's car was painfully silent like the walk through the hallway. He unlocked the Jeep, normally he would open the passenger door for me and pretend to help me up into the tall vehicle, just to touch my butt. He walked to the driver's side to open his door and the door behind it with a blank face. He tossed the large sports bag into the backseat. He stripped off his suit jacket to hang it on a hanger in the back. I let out a sigh opening the passenger side door.

Tyler was completely quiet throughout the entire twenty minute drive to his house. I picked at the seam on the inner thighs of my leggings as I watched Dallas fly by out the window. Any time he sniffled or cleared his throat, I desperately awaited for him to talk to me. His eyes were locked onto the road in front of him.
Tyler input the code to open the gate to his house. He drove the Jeep to the front of the house instead of into the garage. He waited until the gate was closed before he broke the silence.

"He wouldn't keep his fucking mouth shut." He put the car in park and turned off the engine. I turned my head to him and examined the way he stretched the raw and bloody knuckles on his right hand. "He talked shit about me trying to get me to go in first period. I ignored him. Second period, he was trying to go after Jamie. I ignored it. He can talk shit about me all he wants but the second that he said something about you, I lost it."
"What did he say?" He shook his head. "What did he say, Ty?" I repeated myself more harshly.
"He asked if you were still as tight as you were when he fucked you."
"Fucking asshole." I scoffed angrily, staring out the window and crossing my arms.
"Baby.." I turned my head back to him. "..I'm sorry. I didn't want to fight him."

"You have nothing to apologize for. You were sticking up for me. And you got to beat his ass again." He let out a chuckle.
"Yeah, I did." He cupped my face with his left hand to bring me into a deep kiss. "Come here." He said into the kiss. I kicked off my heels to climb over the center console eagerly and sat on his lap. He kept one hand tangled in my hair. He rubbed me from the outside of my leggings with his their hand.
"Rip them off." I whispered. He easily ripped a hole in the crotch of my leggings, exposing the thin black thong. The bulge in his suit pants grew tighter. I unbuckled his belt, untucked his shirt and whipped out his pulsating cock. He licked his fingertips to get his cock ready as I moved my thong to one side. He lined himself to my entrance then brought his hands back to my face. I sat down onto his cock gently. We both groaned at the sensation.

"Tell me that's my tight pussy, baby." He whispered. I bucked my hips slowly. I held onto him by the back of his neck and shoulders.
"That's your tight pussy." I whispered back, speeding up my hips.
"Tell me again."
"That's your tight pussy." I repeated a little louder with my hips going faster.
"Again."
"That's your tight pussy, Tyler!" I slammed myself onto his cock.
"Yes, it fucking is!" He thrusted himself into me in unison to my bucking hips. The Jeep rocked as a reaction to our thrusts. I rest my forehead onto his shoulder. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum, baby." He moaned into my ear. I sped up my hips even more. His hands held me down onto him as he came deep inside of me. I lifted my head from his shoulder. He gradually opened his eyes.

"Can I borrow..a pair..of sweatpants?" I panted. He let out a small chuckle and nodded his head.