Chapter 26

26

Coach (Emmett)

Sure, Coach. If that’s what you need to believe.

A need is defined as something critical to a person’s well-being and survival. A want is something that improves the quality of life but is not essential.

And yeah, maybe Goldilocks was right. Needing to believe he loved swimming and not something else was critical to my survival.

But what the fuck was the point of surviving if I was just going to be miserable?

I was at an impasse here. A man standing before a precipice on the brink of extinction and the edge of survival. Instinct drew me toward survival, self-preservation coded in my DNA in a way I might never understand.

But even still, I teetered. Reaching for survival but eyeing extinction. How could I be so drawn to something with the power to take me out?

I was in the kitchen, the only light from the moonbeams shining in through the window over the sink. Landry was with Rush tonight, and the silence of the empty house was getting to me.

It was that silence that allowed me to hear the faint knock.

My heart leaped in my throat, and I tossed back the rest of the Jack in the tumbler I held, the empty glass smacking on the counter as I moved toward the front door.

The sound of my footsteps was muffled by my ragged breath and the erratic beat of my heart. Impatient, I picked up the pace, grabbing the handle and turning it all in one go. The force with which I pulled it open brought a gust of wind against my face.

He stood there bathed in darkness, his golden locks wild about his head. Our eyes clashed and held, the air around us charged and crackling, but neither of us moved.

We stared for long moments, just the sight of him a buffet for a starving man. My breathing turned shallow, his presence filling me so much I couldn’t draw a full breath. Suddenly, I felt like a giant bruise, and his whispered words were like a finger pressing into the most tender and aching spot.

“Don’t do the auction.”

A deep, guttural groan ripped out of me, and I leaned out of the doorframe to pull him inside, slamming the door behind us.

He collided with my chest, and I used my body to bully him into the door, plastering myself against him and pinning him in place. Fisting both hands in all that golden hair, I yanked his head back, forcing his face up so I could stare down.

The intensity of his eyes created twin blue flames, promising to leave scars wherever they touched. The very tip of his pink tongue darted out, dampening the center of his plump bottom lip. “I really hate you sometimes.”

I crushed our mouths together. Our inhale at the exact moment we touched was like a vacuum seal locking us together. All logic annihilated, I could only ravage his mouth, holding him so tight the joints in my fingers started to ache.

I felt him straining against me and slid my thigh between his legs and lifted, pushing his back up the door until we were on the same level. His hands shot out and grabbed my ears, pulling me even tighter against him as his tongue scrambled for purchase against mine. The air around us turned humid, and every nerve ending in my body hummed to the tune of his kiss.

His hips began to rock, the sensual movement bleeding with desperation and punctuated by the whimpers breaking into our kiss. He released my ears and filled his palms with my jaw, rubbing over the trimmed stubble and humming with satisfaction. Emboldened, he tugged my lip between his, sucking and nibbling until it felt raw, and then lapped at the bruised flesh like an apology.

Fisting his hair again, I pulled his head back, exposing his throat, and pushed his body a little higher so I could kiss down the unblemished column and latch on. His high-pitched keen filled the dark house, and I increased the pressure, too far gone to worry about later and only answering to now. To the urge to mark him. Bruise him. Make him feel the ache he forced upon me.

“ Daddy ,” he rasped, arching even farther into the attack, begging for the wicked stamp that would surely be left behind on his skin.

I growled against his flesh, scraping my teeth across what I’d just done, and then lowered his feet to the ground and ripped the shirt over his head.

His chest heaved, nipples swollen and hard. His jeans were loose like always, hanging so low the tops of his hipbones jutted out and the diamond stud in his navel winked like a star on a cloudless night.

I wanted him so badly that it almost made me angry. Like there was so much fucking desire between us that there was no hope at all to control it. Overwhelmed and blind to lust, I caught him around the throat, pushing him once more against the cool wood of the door. His eyes went wide and then hazy at the domination, and it was like a drug I couldn’t get enough of. Tightening my hand, I felt him swallow, felt the way his Adam’s apple dragged over the palm of my hand.

“Take your pants off,” I demanded.

His lips moved, but I held his throat too tight, so I lightened my fist enough for him to speak. “Yes, Daddy.”

The sound of the button popping and the slow drag of the zipper had my dick threatening to rip through my track pants. With a slight push, the jeans pooled around his feet and brushed the tops of mine.

“Good boy,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

I pulled back, and he straightened off the door, several whispered curses dropping from my lips.

“Look at you,” I praised, my hands hovering around him like he was too precious to touch. “Did you wear these for me?” I asked, drinking in the sight of the lilac satin bikini briefs. They were silky and smooth against his firm, hairless skin and cupped his rigid length like a glove. The waistline was sheer lilac-colored lace, and in the center was a small satin bow.

I gestured for him to spin, and he bent to remove the jeans still around his ankles. I made a sound, and he glanced up.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

He straightened and turned, awkwardly shuffling because his jeans were still bunched around his feet. His palms pressed against the door, back arching slightly as he showed me his backside.

I bit into the inside of my lower lip, looking at his succulent ass ensconced completely in see-through lace. The scalloped edges flirted with his ass cheeks and cut low enough on his waist to show off a dimple right above his crack.

Lust warred with affection when he glanced over his shoulder, vulnerability deep in his eyes. I dropped to my knees right there before him, shuffling forward to pull his shoes and jeans away. When they were gone, I palmed his hips and pressed my face into the crease of his ass, expelling my warm breath over the lace.

He shivered, and I mouthed at his flawless flesh before pulling back and rotating him to stare up his body, letting my own vulnerability touch his. “You are literal perfection,” I told him. “It does not get better than you.”

His eyes flickered, knuckles brushing across my cheek.

And then he dropped to his knees in front of me.

“Now I’m on my knees for you too.”

We stayed that way for uncounted moments, both of us bowing down to the sheer force of whatever it was that had been unleashed between us. I wasn’t sure I’d ever stood a chance, and looking at him now, I thought perhaps he hadn’t either.

His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my pants, dragging lightly over the sensitized skin. He tugged, and I pushed them down, taking my boxer briefs with them. My cock spilled out instantly, jutting straight off my body. It was swollen and ached, near desperate for his hands.

I groaned low and long when his fingers wrapped around me, squeezing the base, then dragging up until his fist caught beneath my bulbous head. He squeezed the sensitive ring just beneath, and I threw my head back and groaned again.

He gave me a tug, then swiped his thumb over my leaking slit, and I watched him stick it between his lips. His eyes asked, and my body moved, rising to my feet. Quickly, my pants and boxers were discarded, and then he took me in hand again, captivating blue eyes staring up the length of my body.

“Can I suck you, Daddy?” he asked and then parted his lips and stuck out his tongue.

My balls tingled, tightening against my body from the sinful sight he made. I grabbed my shaft and slapped it onto the flat of his tongue.

He hummed happily, and I did it again.

Pushing my hand away, he wrapped his around my girth and licked over the tip, making us both moan. Mine turned into a choke when he slid down over me like a tight glove. Eyes flying open, I stared down my body as he took me deep, lips stretching with every inch he claimed.

I rested my hand on the crown of his head, but he took another inch, and my fingers twisted in his blond strands. He pulled back and then slid over me again, repeating the action until I was a panting, straining mess. When my cock started to pulse, he pulled back and pushed it against my stomach and licked over my tight balls. He sucked and licked, coaxing them from the tight fit within my scrotum until they were heavy and loose in his mouth.

My thighs shaking, dick leaking, he brought me to the brink and let me teeter there, lavishing attention on my dick as though he worshipped it. When my stomach started cramping with desperation, I reached under his arms and lifted him to his feet. His chin was wet, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed. The golden curls around his face were knotted, and the hickey on his neck was deep purple.

I picked him up, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me. Despite being close to detonating with lust, my heart somersaulted, reminding me he owned more than just my body.

Between us, I could feel the dampness of the satin over his dick, such a dirty contrast to the sweetness of him resting his chin on my shoulder with a sigh. I took the stairs two at a time, rubbing my fingertips over his lace-covered ass.

In the bedroom, I shut the door and left him in the center of the room to grab a bottle of lube and a condom. Even in the shadows, I could see the dark spot on the light-colored silk, and I reached out to cup his package in my hand.

As I rubbed him, his lips found my pec and kissed across it, latching on to my nipple and sucking it deep in his mouth. My grunt melded into a drawn-out groan, body arching into the ministrations of his tongue. After doing the same to the other side, he withdrew and backed toward the bed, eyes beckoning me to follow.

He climbed onto the bed on all fours, showing me his lingerie-covered ass. Tossing down the supplies, I hooked my fingers in the waistband, about to pull them away.

He reached around and stopped me, and I raised an eyebrow at his defiance. His upper body hit the mattress, and he reached behind to grab his cheeks and pull. The lace parted with his skin, giving me a clear view of his tight hole.

I moaned, my dick jumping at the idea of sinking between those cheeks, sullying such delicate fabric. “You dirty boy,” I murmured, laying the pad of my finger over his exposed hole.

He whimpered, arms going slack.

I tsked. “I’m not done looking yet, Goldilocks. Hold yourself open for me.”

He did, and I circled his rim with my finger, trailing it all the way down to his satin-covered sack and deeper to fondle his hard cock. He pushed back against my hand, and I dragged back up, using the pads of both thumbs to massage his hole.

He slumped against the blanket, and I continued to massage, loosening his hole, watching his body become more and more lax. By the time I pushed the tip of one thumb inside him, he was writhing on the bed.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” I murmured, pushing again into his body.

“Please, Daddy.”

“Leaning forward, I replaced my thumb with my tongue, and his hands fell away from his body as his thighs shook. I parted his cheeks myself, licking and sucking his rim, marveling at his sweetness and how pliant he became.

“Up on the bed,” I told him, standing back, and he crawled higher before collapsing on the pillows and spreading his thighs.

Pushing his face into the fabric, his back expanded with a deep inhale. “Smells like you.”

The mattress dipped beneath my knees as I positioned myself between his legs and drizzled the lube over his crack. Some of the lace grew wet, and I rubbed it around, listening to his little pants. The tearing of the condom packet had him springing around to grab it and throw it over the side of the bed.

Before I could ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, his small voice filled the shadowy room. “Please give me all of you, Em. Please .”

In that moment, I’d kill a man for him. No. Two. I was so wrapped around this boy’s finger that I’d do anything he asked.

I flipped him fast, forcing a gasp out of him. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see your face when I take you raw.”

Instantly, he settled down and spread his legs. I crawled between them, tugging the satin cup covering his leaking dick beneath his balls. He was red and swollen, the tip shiny even in the dark.

Reaching behind his balls, I made sure I still had access to his hole, my finger sliding over slick, puffy skin. Making a sound, I guided my dick to his entrance, pressing it right up against his hole.

“Eyes on me, Goldilocks,” I rumbled, rocking against the tight ring.

His eyes lifted to mine, and I pushed in, his lips parting with a breathy sigh. Holding his stare, I thrust deeper. The sounds of the lube squelching around our tight fit filled the room.

His lids started to droop, and I caught his chin. “Baby.”

He refocused, and I pushed the rest of the way in, locking us together.

Something around us shifted, and his stare turned shuttered. Having Bodhi raw did not just mean without a condom. Leaning down, I nipped at his lip and then nipped it again. Then I kissed the end of his nose and the corner of his eye.

His breathing hitched, and he tried to turn his face away. Grabbing him, I forced him back, gazing into his eyes as I pulled out and thrust back in.

His palm rubbed over the side of my jaw, the tips of his fingers playing with my ear. “I don’t really hate you,” he whispered.

“I know,” I whispered back.

And then we were kissing because it wasn’t enough to have my dick buried inside him. I needed my tongue buried too.

His body was sweet ecstasy, sucking me in and gripping as if it refused to let me go. The glide of skin on skin was heady, something I hadn’t let myself feel in twenty years. Rising onto my hands, I stared down at the picture he made under me—sweaty skin, pink cheeks, and hair spread across my pillow. The sight was so overwhelming I wondered why I’d struggled these last few weeks at all.

I thrust deeper, driving him up the bed and forcing a slutty moan from his lips. Reaching between us, I fisted his rigid dick, pumping it in tune with my thrusts.

His head thrashed on the pillow, and he whispered my name as if it were the only word he knew. The muscles in my shoulders and neck burned, but I refused to surrender. I refused to let this moment go. I needed more. I would never get enough.

Pulling back, I rose to my knees and flipped him over, lacy ass up. I gave it a little smack, and he grunted, folding his legs beneath him to push it into the air.

Grabbing his cheeks, I spread them wide to find his red, slippery entrance and fed my dick right into it. I pushed deep until the lace scratched my skin and his ass ground back against me. Holding his hips, I pulled out and lunged back in, totally spellbound by the sight of my stiff dick disappearing into him.

“I like watching your lacy ass swallow me whole,” I told him, pulling out and pushing deep again. “You’re so pretty, Goldilocks. So pretty for me.”

He wiggled and panted, pushing his ass even farther into my hands. I spread him wider, pressing my thumbs against his rim where my dick stretched him open.

He whined for more, so I grabbed the lube, using it to massage his rim, gently stretching it just a little wider as my dick rubbed his prostate relentlessly.

“Give me your hand,” he begged, and I reached around, fisting his dick but pinching it at the base. He whined at the denial, and I sank my teeth lightly into his shoulder, then licked over the mark.

I pulled out again and pushed him onto his back, sinking into his body while bringing us chest to chest.

“Watch me while I come inside you, Goldilocks. I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

He moaned and nodded. “I want it. I want it so damn bad.”

The second I palmed his cock, he went off like a live wire, shaking and squirting, his ass clenching around my dick so hard it almost hurt. His low, deep moans filled the bedroom, and his orgasm went on as I milked his twitching cock, trying to make it last as long as his body would let me. When his dick was soft, I pulled away and braced myself over him.

“You watching?” I asked, and he nodded, eyes on me.

My strokes turned sloppy as my body strained against his. The second his legs locked around my hips, I fell over the edge, free-falling through ecstasy, the orgasm so powerful I shuddered and shook, vision dimming as I emptied into his body. Through it all, my eyes stayed on his, and I hoped he understood that letting him see me in my most vulnerable moment was something I’d never given anyone else.

Almost as if he heard the thought, he reached around me, pressing into the small of my back and pulling me down until all my weight was on him. I started to push up, but he wrapped his arms around me, holding me in place. Sweat, lube, and his release smeared between us, and my semi was still buried in his ass.

I settled against him, shoving my arms between him and the mattress and smothering him with everything I was.

I realized then that I’d had things all wrong before.

Bodhi wasn’t a want.

He was a need, essential for my survival.

And perhaps the reason I was so drawn to extinction was that Bodhi represented the end of my life as I knew it.

But also the beginning of something better.