Chapter Nine

COACH & CAPTAIN iv

Coach froze balls-deep inside me, his thick cock twitching in my stretched hole. My heart hammered wildly against the desk as another knock came, sharper this time.

“Coach? Is everything okay there? I thought I heard something.”

Coach’s hand tightened over my mouth, muffling the whimper that tried to escape. His voice stayed steady and authoritative when he answered, like he wasn’t buried to the hilt in his captain’s ass.

“Yes there's no problem,” he called out, calm and firm. “Just going over some game footage. I’ll be out in a bit.”

The person outside paused for a second, then replied, “Alright, Coach. See you later.”

Footsteps faded down the hall. The second they disappeared, Coach let out a low, dangerous growl against my ear.

“You almost got us caught, boy,” he whispered, pulling his hand from my mouth. “Now be quiet while I fuck this tight ass properly.”

He pulled out slowly, making me feel every inch leaving me, then yanked me up and bent me over the desk again, harder this time. My chest pressed flat against the wood, ass up and spread wide. He kicked my legs further apart and gripped my hips with bruising force.

“Stay just like this,” he ordered.

I felt more, cool lube drip between my cheeks.

 He rubbed the head of his cock against my loosened hole, teasing me for a moment before pushing back in — slow, deep, and relentless. I moaned loudly into my arm as he sank all the way to the hilt, his heavy balls pressing against me.

“Fuck… Coach…” I whimpered, my hole clenching greedily around his thickness.

He started moving. Long, powerful strokes from behind. Each thrust dragged along every sensitive spot inside me, making my toes curl against the floor. The wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of my slick hole filled the office, mixed with my broken moans and his low grunts.

“You feel that?” he growled, one hand sliding up my back to grip my shoulder for leverage. “Feel how deep I’m buried in you?”

“Yes… oh god, yes…” I panted, pushing back to meet every thrust. My cock was trapped between my stomach and the desk, leaking steadily onto the wood with every powerful stroke.

Coach fucked me harder, hips snapping forward, the slap of skin on skin growing louder.

He reached around and wrapped his big hand around my aching cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation had my eyes rolling back, drool slipping from the corner of my mouth.

“Coach—fuck—right there,” I moaned, voice wrecked.

He leaned over me, chest pressed against my back, his mouth right next to my ear. “Such a greedy little hole. Squeezing my cock so tight like you never want me to leave.”

He pounded into me faster, angling his hips to hit my prostate with every brutal thrust. My legs shook violently. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my gut. I was moaning shamelessly now, not caring how loud I was getting.

“I’m gonna cum… Coach, please—”

“Not yet,” he snarled, slowing down deliberately, grinding deep instead of pounding. “You’re going to take everything I give you.”

He kept me right on the edge like that for what felt like forever — slow, deep, devastating strokes while stroking my cock torturously slow. 

My whole body trembled. Sweat dripped down my back. I was whimpering, begging, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

Only when I was a shaking, desperate mess did he finally let go. He straightened up, gripped my hips hard, and started fucking me with raw power. Hard, fast, relentless thrusts that made the desk creak beneath us. My moans turned into broken cries as he railed me from behind.

“Cum for me, Captain,” he growled, voice strained. “Cum on my cock while I’m buried inside you.”

The command pushed me over. My orgasm crashed through me like a wave. I cried out, body convulsing as my cock pulsed hard, shooting thick ropes of cum onto the desk and floor. My hole clenched violently around his cock, milking him as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

Coach groaned deeply, thrusting through my orgasm before burying himself to the hilt. His cock swelled and pulsed as he came hard, flooding my insides with hot, thick ropes of cum. 

He kept grinding deep, drawing out every last drop while holding me tight against him.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting, bodies slick with sweat. His cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching with the aftershocks. He pressed soft kisses along my shoulder, his hands gently stroking my sides.

“You did so good for me,” he murmured, voice rough but tender. “Such a perfect boy.”

He finally pulled out slowly, a thick trail of his cum leaking from my used hole and running down my thighs. I whimpered at the empty feeling, legs too weak to stand properly.

Coach turned me around and pulled me into a deep, slow kiss, holding me close as my body continued to tremble against his.

“This is only the beginning, Nathan,” he whispered against my lips. “I’m nowhere near done claiming you.”