I lean against the wall in my hall and close my eyes. I’m stressed. Tense. Exhausted. Horny. Can’t forget horny.
My hand grips my phone tightly. All I have to do is call him. Just call him and tell him to come over. I know he will. Butthe idea of calling him and asking him to come over makes my stomach roll. He could say no. He could laugh. He could…
Chills race over my spine, and I open my eyes to stare at the ceiling. I’m a grown-ass man, for fuck’s sake. I can make a goddamn call and tell someone I want something. Perhaps I just need to trick myself into it. Yep. Okay.
I’m not Dasan’s sub right now. I’m Coach Shively Myers of the Winnipeg Avalanche. Taking a deep breath, I pull my phone up to look at my screen. Even my hand has gotten the memo. It’s not shaking.
I manage to keep this up right through dialing. As soon as I hear Dasan’s voice though, the façade I had managed crumbles, and I release a loud breath.
“Hi, Coach,” Dasan greets.
I wince. Fuck. I’m not his coach right now. “Uh… hello, Dasan.”
He hums. “What’s wrong, Shiv?” Dasan’s voice is smooth and quiet. Soothing.
Thank fuck he hears in my voice that I’m definitely not in the right mindset to be his coach.
“Uh…” What the hell is wrong with me? I don’tstammer. “Come over? Please?”
“Is that what you want?”
I scowl at the phone. “Yes,” I grit out.
He chuckles. “It’s really difficult for you to tell me what you want, isn’t it? We’ll work on it. I’ll be over in a few minutes. Will you be waiting for me, Shiv?”
That’s a much easier question to answer. “Yes. I’ll leave the door unlocked.”
“Good. See you soon.”
My entire team has been here before. At the end of the season, I usually invite them over for a barbecue to celebrate.Whether we’re celebrating a good season or welcoming in the summer break, it’s always worthy of a celebration.
While Dasan didn’t outright tell me to be waiting on my knees for him, naked, I think that’s what his question meant, right? I scowl at the empty house. I hate guessing.
Taking a breath, I unlock the front door then head into my bedroom to undress. Walking around naked is weird since it’s not something I do often. Or ever, I suppose. But I leave my bedroom and head for the living room. I drop a throw pillow on the floor and get on my knees with my hands behind my back.
It’s strange how comfortable I am in this position, and I don’t mean physically. Honestly, I think I’m getting too old for this, but I enjoy being on my knees in front of Dasan. I love looking up at him and the way he looks at me. It feels like I’m servicing him.
That sounds a little too clinical, like I pulled the term from a book or something, but it fits because I’m there for his use. For his pleasure. That’s what I enjoy doing. I want to make him feel good. The pleasure it brings me is something I can’t quite put into words. It’s not just physical but… emotional?
I close my eyes and let my head fall forward, concentrating on my breathing until Dasan arrives. I’m nervous, but I think that nervous energy comes from not knowing what comes next. I know what’s happening right now. Dasan will be here. I get to taste his dick again. At least, that’s been the pattern. I get his dick in my mouth when I’m on my knees for him.
But what about after today? When he leaves here, then what? How can I get answers to those questions without asking them? Why does asking questions have to be so difficult?
My door opens and my breath catches. I can’t see it from here, which has its purpose. If someone other than Dasan just opened my door, they wouldn't see me kneeling here naked. The door shuts quietly, then I hear the lock click.
Right now, I’m so reliant on my ears that I swear I’m hearing every little sound. Shoes slipping off. Socked feet on my hardwood getting closer. I’m staring at the spot on the floor where I’ll see him come around the corner first. My heart races in my ears. I can feel it pumping in my chest, knocking against my sternum. That can’t be healthy.
As soon as I see his foot, my eyes snap up to his. Fuck, why is he always so gorgeous? How did I manage to ignore that for so long?
Dasan’s long, dark hair is braided on either side of his head, the two pleats resting over his shoulders. The corner of his lips is quirked up as he looks at me, lust shining in his eyes. But there’s more there too—not just lust but something warmer.
“There’s simply nothing better than finding you waiting for me like this, Shiv,” Dasan says. He stands over me, his fingers gently moving through my hair as I look up at him. He sighs. “I’m going to fuck you real good before I leave here, but first, I think we need to talk. Don’t you?”
For a moment, I can’t hear anything over the panic in my head and the rushing of blood in my ears. But I nod because I was just thinking that I need some answers.
“Pick up your pillow and come over here,” Dasan says as he moves further into my living room. He takes a seat on the couch, and I move the pillow in front of him before taking my spot on my knees again. “You’re nervous.”
I take a breath and nod.
