Chapter Eight

COACH & CAPTAIN iii

Coach turned me around roughly and bent me over the desk again. My chest hit the cool wood as he yanked my boxers down in one swift motion, leaving me completely exposed. He kicked my legs wider apart and stepped between them, his big hands gripping my ass cheeks and spreading me open.

He leaned over me, chest pressed against my back, and connected our lips in a filthy kiss. I tasted myself on his tongue — salty, mixed with his own flavor. The warmth of his mouth made me moan into him, my body already trembling. 

He kissed me deep and slow, like he was reminding me who I belonged to now.

“Coach…” I whimpered when he finally pulled back.

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my spine, stopping to suck hard on my shoulder blade. 

Then lower. His mouth found my nipple as he reached around, pinching and rolling the other one between his fingers. I arched back, moaning loudly, the sharp pleasure shooting straight to my cock.

“Ahhhh… Coach…”

He kept going, kissing and licking down my abdomen, teeth grazing my skin. My cock twitched hard, leaking onto the desk. Then I felt it — cold gel dripping directly onto my hole. I gasped sharply at the sudden chill that raced up my spine.

“Easy, Nathan,” he murmured, rubbing the lube around my rim with two fingers in slow, teasing circles. “Gonna open you up nice and slow.”

One thick finger pressed against my entrance and pushed in gradually. The stretch made me moan, my hole clenching around the invasion. 

He slid it all the way in, then pulled back almost completely before pushing in again, setting a torturously slow rhythm. In… out… curling slightly on every thrust.

“Fuck… that feels…” I panted, pushing back against his hand.

He added more lube and worked in a second finger, stretching me wider. The burn mixed with intense pleasure as he scissored them gently, pumping deep and steady. My cock leaked steadily onto the desk. I was moaning nonstop, hips rocking back to meet every glide.

When he added a third finger, I cried out, gripping the edge of the desk hard. The fullness was overwhelming. He fucked me with all three, slow and deep, curling them perfectly against my prostate on every pass. My legs shook violently.

“Coach… I’m gonna cum—” I gasped, voice breaking.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, still pumping his fingers. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He suddenly dropped lower. While his three fingers kept stretching me open, his hot mouth wrapped around the head of my cock. He sucked me deep and slow, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip while his fingers continued their relentless rhythm inside me.

The dual sensation was too much. My eyes rolled back, drool slipping from my lips as I moaned shamelessly. My hips jerked between his mouth and fingers, caught in overwhelming pleasure.

“Coach—please—I can’t hold it—”

He pulled off my cock with a wet pop, fingers still buried deep. “Not yet. You cum when I say so.”

He lifted one of my legs higher, spreading me even wider, then went back to sucking my cock while finger-fucking me harder. The wet, filthy sounds filled the office. My whole body was shaking, sweat dripping down my back. I was right on the edge, whimpering and begging.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out slowly, leaving me empty and clenching. I heard him slick up his thick cock. The blunt head pressed against my loosened hole, rubbing in slow circles.

“Breathe for me,” he said, voice strained.

He pushed in — agonizingly slow. The thick head popped past my rim, stretching me wide. I moaned loudly, gripping the desk as inch after thick inch sank into me. Every vein, every ridge dragged along my sensitive walls until he bottomed out, balls deep.

“Fuck… Nathan… so tight,” he groaned, staying still so I could adjust. The fullness was insane. I could feel him pulsing inside me, pressing right against my prostate.

He started moving — long, deep, devastatingly slow strokes. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding back into the hilt, grinding when he was buried deep. My moans grew louder, broken and desperate. Every thrust made my toes curl and my cock leak onto the desk.

“Coach… oh god… deeper,” I begged, pushing back to meet him.

He fucked me like that for what felt like forever — slow, possessive, making me feel every single inch. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine. The wet slap of skin on skin mixed with our moans filled the room.

Just as another orgasm started building, a sharp knock sounded on the door again.

“Coach? Iseverything okay there?”

We both froze, his thick cock buried balls-deep inside my stretched, dripping hole.