He shakes his head. “I’m not drunk, Dasan. I’m not even buzzed. Promise.”
“No?”
I receive an annoyed expression which makes me grin. “I’m here… because I want to be here. My judgment is in no way impaired.” I can see the irony in his face when he says that because I think we both know our judgment is definitely off right now.
“Get undressed, Shiv,” I murmur, licking the corner of his lips and enjoying the whole-body shiver in response.
He takes a deep breath and backs away from me, stepping deeper into the shadows. I don’t move from where I’m standing as I watch him slowly take his clothes off, one article at a time, until he’s standing in the dark with only the moonlight illuminating his naked body.
I’m not surprised he’s sexy, nor am I surprised that I appreciate what I see. His trim figure is hidden quite well beneath the suits he wears. As is that hungry cock standing at attention for me.
“Get a pillow from the bed,” I tell him.
Shively sways for just a second before doing as I say. He takes one from the head of the bed and turns to face me with it in his hands.
“Good. Go back to where you’d just been standing and put it on the floor.”
He does, then he’s standing behind it, facing me.
“Kneel for me.”
There’s no hesitation anymore. He does what I tell him to without question. As soon as the command is out of my mouth, he reacts. I’m not sure if this man is familiar with being submissive, but as soon as he’s on his knees, he brings his hands behind his back and looks up at me.
The sexiest damn man right here. All for me.
I step into the room and bypass him to round the opposite side of the bed. Mostly, I want to see if he twists to watch me. He doesn’t. He remains right where I told him to be. I flick theswitch that turns on the soft light behind the headboard so we have a little light in the room.
The zipper from my bag sounds loud as I open it to pull out a condom and lube. You never leave home unprepared. Even if you have no plans to hook up. It’s far better to be safe than have a regret later, and the supplies take up almost no room and weigh next to nothing. There are zero excuses for accidents.
I toss them to the bed then stand in front of Shively again as I strip out of my tux. His eyes remain transfixed on my hands, watching where they move as I take off each layer. His eyes snag on the barbell in my navel. They only move lower once I drop my pants, leaving my cock hidden behind my underwear.
Hidden might be too strong a word. I’m ready to break free.
I’m not feeling very patient right now. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined Shively like this once or twice, though I’ve never given it a lot of credence because he’s my coach. Obviously, there’s a lot of reasons that we shouldn’t do this.
Right now, those reasons don’t matter. I’m going to use the loophole that our season hasn’t begun. That’s a loophole, right?
Shively’s lips part once I push my underwear down to reveal the goods that will be enjoying his body tonight—beginning with that mouth. A mouth that adds to the fact that this man always looks refined.
That mouth is going to look mighty good around my dick.
I don’t think it’s my dick that he’s staring at though. Not exactly. It’s probably the piercing. It seems everyone stares when they first see it, as if they can’t help themselves. I have an apadravya piercing, which is a fancy word that describes a barbell going up and down through my crown. When you say you have a pierced dick, most people think of a Prince Albert. Thathadbeen my intent when I went to get it pierced, but somehow, I ended up with the apadravya instead. I’m not sorry about it. It’s proven a lot of fun during sex.
I give Shively time to admire. I know the moment he realizes he’s been staring because his eyes snap up to mine, his cheeks flushed, but I just grin.
“Like what you see?” I ask, wrapping my hand around my dick and giving myself a slow stroke.
He swallows and nods. “That’s…”
“Has my dick left you speechless, or is it the barbell going through it?”
His eyes lower again for a minute then meet mine. “Both.”
“That’s a good answer.” I step toward him, still stroking my dick, while his eyes move between mine and my dick. I’ll let him touch and explore all he wants, but not right now. Right now, I want to feel his hot mouth.
I tap the head of my dick on his lips, and again, he swallows. He’s nervous. I press my dick to his lips a little more insistently, and he obediently opens, but then he pulls back and looks up at me. “I’ve never done this,” he says quietly. “Just… just so you know.”
“I’m not going to punch through your throat, Shiv. Just suck my dick like a good boy, okay?”
