I lean back in the chair. “What can I help you with?”
“Oh, come on now, Becks. You know what I want. Just like I now know what you want.”
“Watch yourself, brat.” My voice comes out as a deep rumble, a tone he responded to last time.
A blush starts to creep up his neck, but still, he quirks a brow, challenging me. “What are you going to do about it,Coach? You going to put me in my place?”
I stand, then get in his face, placing my arms on either side of him, bracketing him in. “Be careful what you wish for Viktor. You might just get it.”
“Promise?”
"You can't handle me."
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Bet I can.”
He’s goading me, and I need to back away, but a mixture of frustration and arousal is lighting up my veins, and if I don't do something, I'll combust.
Quickly walking to the door, I slam it shut and lock it, then turn back to him. “On your knees and crawl to me. Now.”
He hesitates for a minute, then drops and crawls over like a fucking cat. And when I say cat, I mean, with that mischievous expression plastered on his face. Oh, he’s dead wrong if he thinks he has the upper hand.
Novotny comes to a stop right in front of me, sits back on his heels and looks up, his blue eyes meeting mine through thick lashes.
I reach down and fist his wavy blond hair as I pull my cock out with my other hand, then slap him across the face with it. “Didn’t know you were such a slut.”
Instead of answering, his tongue lashes out and swipes along my cock. My fingers tighten in his hair as I shove myself into his mouth, pushing deep until he gags. My pulse races at the sound and I start fucking his mouth until he’s drooling. “Still think you can handle me, Chaos?”
When his hands start to slide up my thighs, I push all the way in until I bottom out, then hold him there with both of my hands around the back of his head. His throat tightens around me and my balls pull tight.
But I stave off my orgasm. I’m not done teaching the brat a lesson.
I yank him off when he starts slapping my legs, but not right away, then chuckle. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you say you could handle me?”
He gasps for air, his chin covered in saliva, cheeks streaked with tears. “Y-yes . . .” His voice is raspy.
I push back into his mouth, and fuck it roughly, my balls smacking against his chin. Using his hair for leverage, I continue to drive into him, my grunts mixing with his sloppy, wet gagging. My orgasm is close, my body tensing, and I pull out, not wanting to come down his throat.
He hasn’t earned that.
“You need to cut the shit. I’m tired of the disrespect.” I start pumping myself and when he leans in, I yank him back with the hand still fisting his hair. “Don’t take what’s not given.”
After a few more strokes, the tension in my body snaps and my release hits hard. When I’m done and the post-orgasm bliss starts to fade, I push him away and he tumbles back onto his ass. His eyes are wide and mouth agape, his face covered in my cum.
His tongue flicks across his upper lip, tasting it.
Tasting me.
My breath catches in my throat, a shiver running down my spine.
Fuck, I need to get out of here before things spiral further out of control.
“Clean yourself up and go home, Viktor.”
I pull my shorts back up, head to my desk and grab my keys and wallet, not waiting for him to respond. I walk right past him, each step echoing my racing heart, and bolt out the door.
What the fuck did I just do?
Chapter 6
