I begin to pepper kisses up his thigh, feeling hard muscles beneath my mouth, and tease everywhere around his cock until he’s practically shaking. The grip in my hair tightens, and I smirk, knowing I have him right where I want him. He may be my coach, but I’m the one in charge right now.
Finally, I wrap one hand around his cock, and a guttural moan rips from his throat as I twirl my thumb around the tip. Slowly, making sure he’s dying for it as much as I am, I lean in and flick my tongue around his slit.
“Fuck,” he groans, and my scalp stings at his commanding grip on my hair, but it doesn’t deter me. If anything it spurs me on more.
He’s salty and warm and thick as I move my hand down to take in the exposed length with my mouth. I can’t fit him all in, and when he reaches the back of my throat, I gag and pull back.
“That’s it,” he says as I spit on him and rub it in with my hand. His hips rock with my rhythm, chasing the sensation.
My hands squeeze and twist him at the base while my mouth teases over the tip, sucking and twirling my tongue around. My jaw begins to ache, but I ignore it as Luke’s moan’s grow deeper and his hips move faster. If I had a free hand, I’d reach down between my legs and touch myself because fuck, watching him unravel beneath my touch is making me wet.
He hits the back of my throat again, but I was prepared for it. Instead of pulling away, I flex the muscles, squeezing his tip, and he mutters a curse under his breath.
“Shit, baby, keep going. I’m going to come.”
And that is precisely when I slow my hands down and pop him out of my mouth. My lips are wet as I lick them and look up at him. His dark eyes set me on fire as his grip moves from myhair to my jaw. I see the question in his gaze, and I grin. “Not so fun being left on the edge, is it?”
He pales slightly, shock coating his features, until amusement cracks through. “This is your payback then?”
I give his cock a gentle stroke, and his brow furrows, obviously wanting more. I’m not actually going to withhold his orgasm from him. I want it just as much as he does. But I also want him to know that he doesn’t hold all the cards in our relationship. He may be older, he may be my coach, but we’re equals in this.
“Not payback,” I say. “Just a reminder that we’re in this together. We’re equal players on this team. Got it?”
His jaw ticks, but there’s a spark in his eye that tells me he’s enjoying this. “Are you issuing orders to me now?”
“It’s only fair, don’t you think?” I tease.
“Hmmm, I don’t put much stock intofair. But if this is your way of sending a message, message received.” His thumb gently strokes my cheek, and I lean into the touch.
But it’s gone a moment later when he grips my jaw again and angles my face upwards. “Now that that’s taken care of, shut the fuck up and swallow your coach’s dick like the overachiever I know you are. Then once you’ve made me come, I’ll think about returning the favor.” His words make my core clench, and I shift on my knees, dying for relief at the ache they’ve created. But by the hunger in his eyes as he looks at me, we both know I’ll be on the receiving end shortly.
“Yes, Coach,” I say, before taking him all the way to the back of my throat once more.
30
Luke
Campus is buzzing with life once again as the next semester begins. It’s been a rough week at practice getting the team adjusted to being back on a full schedule and the hard reality that their break is over. I don’t have high hopes for our game tonight with the shape our offense has been in, but maybe Jenna and Alice have some plan of attack they’re going to drop in this coaches’ meeting I’m heading to.
But first, I can’t help but find myself making a detour through the blustery wind toward the café to see Lennon, even if it’s just for a few minutes.
She spent more time at my apartment over winter break than she did at her own. I never thought I’d find snoring endearing, but I miss hearing it throughout the night from her side of the bed.
However, once Grace came back last weekend, she’s been back at her apartment, and I haven’t seen her except for at practice. A week without her all to myself and it already feels like I’m going through withdrawals. It’s not just the sex, either. Iactually enjoy her company. She’s easy to open up to, and we’ve talked about everything from our childhoods, to our families, to movies, and of course, lots of hockey. We’ve been having fun making little bets on games and keeping a tally of who picks right more often.
The answer is me, of course.
I know it’s wrong, so fucking wrong, but it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like the first right thing I’ve had in my life since the incident, and as reckless as it is, I’m trying to hold on to that feeling she’s giving me with everything I have.
The hustle and bustle of campus dies down as I step into the library. With the semester just kicking off, not many students are in need of a quiet study space here just yet. The café is also relatively slow, but even if there was a crowd of people, they’d all fade into the background the moment I spot Lennon. She’s talking animatedly with her co-worker, and the two laugh louder than they probably should for being located in a designated quiet building.
But the sound tempers the chaffing our distance this week has created, and I stroll up to the counter with my hands tucked deep into my coat pockets. Her co-worker spies me first and turns toward the register. “What can I get started for you?”
Lennon busies herself wiping down one of the machines and is seemingly oblivious to my presence until I say, “I’ll have a medium black coffee, please.”
At the sound of my voice, her head jerks up, sending her ponytail over her shoulder. I suppress a smile at the surprise on her face and the immediate blush that blooms on her cheeks.
“L—Coach, hey,” she says, catching herself from almost calling me by my name. I quickly glance at her co-worker to see if she clocked the almost slip-up as Lennon steps toward the register. “What are you doing here?”
