“What do you think? More fucking?”
The shyness in his smile vanishes as he grins. “Yes, please.”
I knowthe moment I open my eyes that the calm, excited, and horny man I had in bed last night has given way to an anxious, nervous, and somewhat fearful Shively. As soon as I look into his eyes, I see that he’s on the verge of freaking out.
While I’m barely awake, I adjust so I can take his face in my hands and pull him close, rubbing my thumbs soothingly over his cheeks. “Shh,” I murmur. “What happened, Shiv? Why did you wake up panicked?”
“You’re my player. I’m your coach. I’m going to get fired,” he says, voice much higher than it usually is.
“No one is going to know. This is our dirty little secret.”
I mean for the tease to ease his mind, but the wildness in his eyes isn’t fading.
“They’re going to find out,” he insists.
“No one will find out. You’re going to walk out of here as if this was your room, then you’re going to go to your room as if nothing happened. I won’t leave until later. No one will know. No one will even think to question us.”
“What if someone asks?”
“Do you really think that someone is going to come up to you and ask,‘Hey, Shively. How was fucking Dasan last night?’I don’t.”
“No, not that question. But they’re going to ask about the benefit. Someone will know you were there. Someone will have seen us together.”
“I’m with you all the time. You’re my coach. Besides, neither of us knew anyone. It’s not at all unreasonable that we hung around a familiar face.”
“But someone might?—”
“Hush,” I say, placing my thumb over his lips. He needs something. I search his eyes, trying to figure out what I can do to ease his mind.
Submissive, I remind myself. Maybe I need to see if treating him a little more as such might ease his mind.
“Get up,” I tell him. “Off the bed.”
Shively takes a deep breath and does as he’s told. I scoot to the edge so I can swing my legs over the side. The pillow from last night is right where we left it.
“Bring the pillow here and put it at my feet. Good. Kneel in front of me.” I scooch a bit closer to him until my semi bobs in front of his face. “Put me in your mouth, Shiv.”
He does. Eagerly. His eyes close. I mean to tell him to suck, but his mouth moves over me in a way that’s not entirely sexual. Ah. Maybe this man has an oral fixation.
I silently watch as he gently suckles me. It takes him several minutes, but the tension in his shoulders begins to relax. After some time, I softly stroke his hair. His eyes flutter open and his mouth pauses, though it doesn’t appear as if he sees me.
“Continue,” I tell him.
Shively swallows. It takes him another minute to figure out what he’d been doing. While he suckles, I pet his face and stroke his hair.
“Listen to me,” I say gently, and his eyes meet mine while he continues to suck on me like I’m a pacifier. Slowly, his pupils shrink back to a more normal size, and he’s looking at me. He’s seeing me. “Ipromise youthat everything is going to be fine when we leave here. I won’t let anything happen to you. We’re going to be coach and player just as we’ve always been. I’m going to flirt with you, and you’re going to roll your eyes at me. Nothing at all will get in the way of that. Okay?”
He nods.
“And when you’re feeling stressed and want to suck on my cock, you can.”
Now he rolls his eyes, but he’s not ready to let me go, so he doesn’t. I smirk.
“I meant what I said last night. Hockey is hockey. That’s something completely separate—a different reality if you want to think of it that way. Nothing we ever do will interfere because we’re not going to let it. Right?”
Shively nods again.
“Good. Now be a good boy and suck me until you’re feeling calm. Then you can be an even better boy and suck me until I get off. When I’m finished with my orgasm, we’re going to take a shower and get cleaned up. You’ll walk out of this room as if it’s yours, and no one is going to pay you any attention at all. You’ll go to your room and carry on with your day. Am I clear?”
