“We can’t be together. You’re my coach…”
“Unless you tell me to, I’m not fucking walking away from you. Is it wrong? Yes. Do I care? Not really. I want you too fucking much to let you go.”
He surged forward, his mouth meeting mine, and I groaned as need swarmed through me yet again. I couldn’t get enough of this boy. I didn’t know how we were going to do this. All I knew was that we would find a way, because the thought of walking away from him and the way he made me feel… yeah, there wasn’t a word for what that thought did to my brain, body, and the lump of ticking muscle in my chest that I swore wasn’t capable of feeling what other people said it was.
He pulled away, his hands finding my face, and I smiled as I looked down at him. His grey eyes glittered. His plump bottom lip caught between his teeth while a smile tugged at his mouth.
“Really?” he asked.
I nodded, kissing his lips again. Only not as furiously as he had mine seconds ago. “Yes, really. We will have to be discreet.”
He nodded, drawing patterns across my chest. “So, no more sex on your office couch or showers in your private bathroom?”
I laughed. “Definitely not, but luckily for us, we have memberships to a very discreet club with private rooms.”
“True. And their privacy policies are off the chain.”
“Yes, but we still need to be careful what we say around certain people. Coach Grigor has two brothers at the club.”
“Is Grigor…”
“Not to my knowledge. The way he and Ewen both talked, I’m going with no.”
I would try to find out for sure, because I couldn’t have the boy’s reputation in the last year of draft eligibility called into question. From what I’d seen on the ice, the kid had skill. Considering the caliber of players on the team, I was confident he’d blow that assessment out of the water the further the season progressed.
Then there was the team.
With the stink left behind by Muncy, I had a sneaking suspicion the school only reached out to me because theycouldn’t get anyone else to take the job. . That didn’t put me off. Not in the least. I didn’t have the resume for a Division 1 head coaching position. So when they came knocking, I figured there was something up. After meeting with Michelson, I knew things were bad, but it was after the announcement that they proved my initial assumption about why they hired someone with zero experience was correct. Calls and texts poured in. The hockey community was tight-knit. We all knew each other.
So, I couldn’t risk us getting caught either. The team had no other options. I knew Grigor would step up if it became absolutely necessary, but I also knew he didn’t want to, and I didn’t want to force his hand.
“Good, I’ll leave all that adulting stuff to you,” Aiden said.
“You do that, baby boy. It’s what I want. You focus on school and hockey, and I’ll focus on all the serious shit,” I said, kissing his forehead.
I would blame Aiden for all the forehead kisses and sweetness. That had never been my thing. All the other boys I’d played with it was to release the sadist in me. That side would come out with Aiden as well, but he brought out the nurturing Daddy and pleasure Dom more than the brat-taming primal sadist. I looked forward to exploring with him.
He nodded, picking up the body wash and loofah, and starting at my shoulders, he washed me. As I watched him, I marveled. I’d heard for years how fluid kink was, that it changed depending on who you were with and what their needs were.
He dropped to his knees, his hands and the loofah moved down my legs. The focus I saw on the ice during practice, came through now as well. He was gorgeous. Especially on his kneesin front of me. I threaded my fingers through his hair. His eyes lifted to meet mine.
“So perfect.”
He blushed and my cock jumped bumping against his chin. His eyes held mine as his tongue swept over his plump, pink lips.
“Are you wanting your throat fucked, boy?”
His head bobbed eagerly, so I stepped back into the water. Letting the water cascade over me, I rinsed away the soap. My cock strained and bobbed as I watched his eyes devour the sight before him. I grasped my dick before stepping forward.
“Far be it from me to waste such an amazing offer. Suck my cock, and do it quickly. I don’t want your knees on that tile for long.”
He opened his mouth, his tongue cupped, and I slid inside with a groan. His hands came up to my ass and mine fisted in his hair as I eased into his mouth and throat until he gagged. The convulsions around my dick pulled a groan from my chest and I fucked into him.
“Keep your eyes on mine, boy.”
Nodding, he opened them wide and stared up at me, repositioning himself. I slid in a bit more, and he gagged again. I lost my cool. I fucked him mercilessly, reminding him to pinch or tap my thigh if he needed a break.
“You suck Daddy’s cock so good, baby.”
