Chapter 19

19

Coach (Emmett)

My nature often overruled the rest of me, instinct overpowering good sense. It was why I led a simple, uncluttered life. I knew better than this—to get involved with a man half my age, one I was coaching, no less.

It went against the rigid standards I held myself to. Laughed right in my face. It was wrong.

So fucking wrong.

Yet here came my nature… naturing like it had never natured before. Giving a big ol’ middle finger to the past twenty years and the life I’d worked hard to build.

I flew across the country, got him out of jail. Kissed him when he nearly got me shot. Said nothing when he skipped practices, decked a student, pinned him to my desk, and sucked his dick .

And now he was in my bed. Under my skin. Trying to use those purple-painted nails to claw his way into my heart.

Rationally, my mind kept whispering this was impossible. Forbidden. Maybe even a touch taboo. I couldn’t risk my job, team, and daughter for a brat I barely knew.

I couldn’t have him.

I took him anyway. Claimed him. Mine .

The alpha male in me roared in delight, salivated at the way he surrendered. I might live a simple, uncluttered life, but I was no choir boy and I knew better than to deny that side of me the room to run. I didn’t date, but I fucked. The Bangr app was quite handy for finding men who liked my particular brand of release. They showed up and let me take control and then send them on their way. It worked well until I stumbled across that photo. Until I got a taste of the man in it.

Daddy. Fuck me sideways, was he irresistible. Those baby blues. All that blond hair.

His sweet submission.

It was different with him somehow. More. The way he gave himself over and became putty in my hands. I was used to my partners letting me lead, but Bodhi? He gave in. This brat who fought, yelled, and never backed down put himself in my hands and surrendered.

The way he clung. The vibration in the air from his whine. His malleable limbs and obedient stare. He checked out of his own head but remained with me.

The trust in that was overwhelming yet incredibly empowering. It fed a part of me that was starved, a part I thought I kept satisfied enough.

I would never be satisfied enough again. Now that I knew what true submission felt like when given, there could never be less.

And that terrified me. I would regret this in the morning.

Except, when daylight began teasing the horizon, regret was not the emotion that roused me from sleep. A warm, wet mouth slid over me, and my back bowed into the sensation.

While I still floated on the surface of sleep, my dick roused, lengthening and hardening in the confines of his mouth. The tight fit around me glided up and down, shooting tingles of pleasure into my stomach while strands of silky hair brushed across my groin, tickling the base of my cock.

Groaning, I glanced down at the blond head bobbing in the center of my body. Feeling my attention, he looked up through the curtain of his rumpled, long hair with sleepy blue eyes and lips stretched around my dick. His cheeks hollowed as he continued to suck, increasing the pressure on my shaft and using his tongue to flirt with the sensitive divot at the base of my tip.

Exhaling roughly, I tangled my fingers in the length of his hair. His eyes never left me as he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, swiping up my length like some sort of cock slut and moaning like it was the best thing he’d ever put in his mouth.

Tightening my grip on his head, I thrust up, gliding so deep inside him it triggered his gag reflex. I pulled back, but he chased and gagged around me again.

“Easy,” I murmured, trying to pull him off.

A string of saliva stretched from his plump lips to my glistening dick, and his chin was smeared with spit. He looked debauched and addicted as the tip of his tongue darted out to the corner of his lip as if he didn’t want to waste a single taste.

“Goldilocks,” I beckoned, voice gravelly from sleep.

His eyes flashed with vulnerability, almost as if he’d been afraid of how we’d be this morning.

That makes two of us.

With his eyes on me, it ceased to matter. The overwhelming need to reassure him took over, leaving my doubts for later.

“Come here, baby,” I whispered, and he climbed my body to straddle my hips.

Rumpled hair brushed his collarbones and flushed cheeks as he leaned forward to brace both palms on my stomach and lean in. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I glanced down at his cock, which was standing straight off his body, lust and affection rolling over me like a tidal wave.

“Get a condom out of the drawer.”

I thought he might argue, but he leaned over and did as he was told. When he came back, he ripped it open and rolled it over my rigid length, pinching a little at the tip. When he was done, he looked at me and smiled, and it struck me that it was the first one I’d seen.

Oh, it ached, making my chest feel like a giant bruise. The way it softened his face and lit his eyes made my breath catch. A wordless incantation that cast a spell. Within the cage of my ribs, my heart fluttered and whispered a silent vow to make him smile more. Every day.

Fierce possessiveness coursed in my veins, carrying with it the primal urge to grab him, stuff him underneath my bones, and protect him with every ounce of myself.

Innocent and unknowing of the iron collar and leash he locked around my neck, Bodhi straddled my hips and reached around to grasp the base of my cock, lining it up with his hole.

Grunting, I caught his hips. “No.”

He froze, all wide eyes and wobbly lips, his fingers loosening around my shaft.

I sat up, crooning at his cuteness and compliance. Cupping his jaw, I stared into his eyes. “I have to prep you first, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”

The rejection cleared from his features and another smile—a fucking wrecking ball to my insides—graced his face. “I prepped myself while I was sucking your dick.”

“Such filthy words in this mouth,” I said, pushing my thumb between his lips. He nipped with his teeth, then sucked the flesh deep, rolling his tongue around it.

Leaving my thumb buried in his mouth, I palmed his hip and guided him down.

He sucked in a breath when I pushed past the ring of tight muscle, his teeth biting into my thumb. “Relax, baby. You can take it. Your body was made for mine. “

His head bobbed, and he sank farther, his tight channel stretching and sucking me deep all at once. I groaned, ripping my thumb from his mouth to grab the back of his neck. He whimpered and leaned into the touch, so I tightened my hand around him.

He sank the rest of the way, our bodies meeting with my entire length seated inside him. The soft, smooth skin of his thighs hugged my hips while his palms brushed across my pecs, stopping to pinch my nipples before gliding to my shoulders.

His soft blue gaze dropped to my lips and then back up in a shy request. Heart sputtering, I palmed his back and pulled him down into a searing kiss. His warm breath expelled into me, and I kissed deeper, availing myself of every inch of the silky confines of his mouth. His tongue danced along mine, giving and sweet and far less sharp than when he spoke.

Grabbing my face, he scratched against my beard and started to rock. I grunted, fingers digging deeper into his back and encouraging him to move. After a few exploratory rolls of his hips, he started to bounce, sliding up and down on my shaft.

Our lips parted, and heavy breathing filled the room. He pushed my shoulders, and I lay flat on my back to stare up at him riding me. He was the sexiest person I’d ever seen, sitting atop me with heavy eyes and lax lips. The muscles in his thighs worked as he speared himself again and again while his dick smeared precum across my abs. His waist was so trim that my hands nearly engulfed it when I palmed it and went for the piercing. The diamond shimmered in the pale morning light, and I rolled it between my fingers and gave it a few light tugs.

“Emmett,” he whispered. Then, “Em.”

I thrust up, and he mewled, tumbling forward to lie across my chest. Palming his sides, I held him to me and began thrusting. He mouthed my chest and moaned as I lifted and dropped him onto me over and over.

“Yes,” he chanted. “Yes, yes.”

His bliss spurred me on, and I went deeper, grunting with every thrust. His legs began to tremble, and he reached between our bodies. In a sudden move, I rolled us, his gasp brushing across my neck. Pinning both wrists above his head with one hand, I held him there and drove inside him. His mouth opened, but no sound came out and his face dropped to the side.

Grabbing his chin, I forced his eyes to mine while gentling my pace. “Too much?”

“Not enough.”

Brat. Challenge spiked my blood, and I went at him with renewed lust, grinding him into the mattress with my hips and assaulting his prostate with relentless pursuit. Lifting my arm, I spit into my hand and then wrapped my palm around his weeping dick. He cried out, fingernails digging into the hand pinning his arms.

Just as his dick started to pulse, I let go, letting it slap against his belly. Frustrated, he let out a whine, the blue of his eyes turning into flames.

“Come on my cock,” I told him, slowing my strokes.

“I can’t.”

“You can. Let go and make a mess for me, sweetheart.”

After a few more steady strokes, his eyes widened and shot to mine. “I got you. Come for Daddy,” I whispered.

He threw his head back, showing off the long column of his throat as his dick spurted ropes of milky white cum across his stomach and chest. His body stayed tight, the orgasm riding him hard as he twitched and gasped for long moments.

Spent, he collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving. Unexpectedly, he reached for me, grappling for my shoulders and then looping his arms around my neck. His breathing hitched against my neck, and I slid an arm beneath him, holding him tight against me.

I could feel the thundering of his heart, the quiver in his limbs, but his hug was strong. Intense tenderness coupled with the near peak of arousal had me pressing kisses across his shoulder as I groaned, the tension in my heart and body releasing at once. The orgasm was so powerful that my vision went dark, and I clung to Bodhi just as strongly as he clung to me while I rode out the hurricane this man unleashed beneath my skin.

Even after I was empty, aftershocks kept me in place until, finally, we collapsed in a heap of entwined arms and legs, wrapped so tight it was as if we’d become a single person.

Not long after, my alarm trilled through the room, startling the hazy afterglow. I rolled off him to silence the sound and discard the condom before dropping back onto the mattress with a sigh.

Tentative fingers brushed my side, and I turned my head to see him watching me. I blinked lazily, a slow drag of my lashes to draw out the view he made. Pliant and sweet with flushed cheeks and the scent of sex on his skin.

I rolled, brushing my knuckles over his cheek, barely catching the words before they fell right off my lips.

I love you.

No. Oh no, no , no.

The simple way my heart declared it was matched by the violence of my brain trying to deny it.

“Emmett?” Bodhi questioned, wariness creeping into his eyes.

I thought of how he’d smiled earlier and became irrationally angry that this look replaced it. I didn’t want him to be wary of me. Of us.

How could he not be when you are too?

“We’re gonna be late to practice.” I was gruff.

“I’m not going,” he said, rolling to stretch out like a cat.

“You miss any more practices and you’re off the team,” I declared, getting out of bed. I felt kinda stupid making demands with my dick hanging out, but I wouldn’t back down. Rules are rules, and I had broken a shocking amount because of him.

He made a rude noise. “Like I care.”

I grabbed his ankle and hauled him across the king-size bed until his legs hung over the edge. With him flat on his back, I leaned down, caging him with my arms and chest. “You might not care. But I do,” I ground out. Then softer, “I do.”

His lips pressed in, eyes darting away timidly. “Can I use your shower?”

The image of him wet and soapy in my shower consumed me, but my brain tried to deny it. Its success rate matched the denial of my love confession.

The success rate? Zero.

I nodded once. “We’re leaving in twenty.”

“Okay.” He conceded.

My eyes searched his face, half suspicious and half because of his beauty. “Did you just agree ?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “You give good dick.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Fucking brat.

I stood, and Bodhi headed toward the attached bathroom, but I caught him around the waist and pulled his back against my front. He smelled like me. But better.

“You take good dick,” I rumbled into his ear. “But you better make sure it’s the only dick you take because I don’t share, Goldilocks, and I especially do not share you.”

Again, he stretched, this time rubbing against me as his arms reached behind to rub the back of my head. I couldn’t help but tweak his piercing and nip at his arm.

“What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine,” he said. “As long as you play by the same rules, we won’t have a problem.”

He sauntered away, his naked ass on full display, and I had to physically stop myself from following him into the shower.