Chapter Seven

COACH & CAPTAIN II

Without wasting time, Coach crashed his lips to mine.

The kiss hit me like a body check into the boards — hard, overwhelming, and completely consuming. His mouth tasted of mint and raw power. At first he kissed me slowly, almost teasing, his lips firm and demanding as they moved against mine. Then his tongue rolled inside my mouth, stroking deep, tasting every inch like he was claiming territory. A desperate moan escaped me before I could stop it. He swallowed the sound, eating at my lips like he’d been starving for this.

His big hand slid down my chest, fingers circling my nipple slowly, teasing the sensitive bud until it hardened under his touch. I shivered hard. He pulled back just enough to trail his mouth to my ear, hot breath ghosting over the shell.

“Ahhh… Coach…” I gasped.

“You asked for it, boy,” he whispered, voice low and dangerous. His tongue flicked my earlobe, then sucked it into his mouth. The sensation shot straight to my cock, making it throb painfully in my shorts. I curled my toes, gripping the edge of the desk as my knees weakened.

He kept licking and sucking on my ear, then moved lower, teeth grazing my neck. With one rough tug, he pulled my jersey up and over my head, tossing it aside. His fingers found my nipples again, pinching and rolling them until I was moaning openly, hips jerking forward.

“Get on your knees, Nathan,” he ordered, voice rough with need. “Show me how badly you want this cock.”

I dropped instantly, knees hitting the cold floor. 

His thick cock was right in front of me, heavy and leaking. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the heat and weight of him. Slowly, I leaned in and dragged my tongue along the underside, savoring the salty taste of his precum. Coach groaned above me, one hand threading through my hair.

I took my time, licking every inch like it was something sacred. I swirled my tongue around the head, sucking lightly on the sensitive tip before sliding my lips down further. Inch by inch, I took him deeper, my mouth stretching wide around his thickness. The wet, slurping sounds filled the office as I bobbed my head slowly, hollowing my cheeks on the way up.

“Fuck… just like that,” Coach growled, his grip tightening in my hair. “Slow and deep. Let me feel that throat.”

I relaxed my jaw and took him even deeper, until he hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly but didn’t pull back, breathing through my nose and swallowing around him. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but the look on his face — jaw clenched, eyes dark with lust — made it worth every second. I pulled back slowly, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock, then sank down again, taking him as deep as I could.

Coach’s hips twitched, but he let me set the pace, watching every movement with burning intensity. I sucked him steadily, tongue pressing flat against the underside, moaning around his thickness. The vibration made him curse loudly. My own cock was aching, leaking into my shorts, but I didn’t touch myself. This was about him.

“Shit, Nathan… your mouth feels too good,” he groaned, breathing ragged. “I’m close.”

I doubled down, sucking harder, faster, taking him deep on every stroke. My hand worked what I couldn’t fit in my mouth, twisting gently.

 Coach’s thighs tensed. His hand tightened in my hair.

“Gonna cum down that pretty throat,” he warned.

I moaned around him, looking up into his eyes. That did it. With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust forward slightly and came hard. Thick, hot ropes flooded my mouth. I swallowed every drop, milking him until he was spent, my throat working around his pulsing cock.

He pulled out slowly, breathing hard. Before I could catch my breath, he hauled me up and kissed me again, tasting himself on my tongue. 

Then he pushed me back onto the desk, dropping to his knees between my spread thighs.

“My turn,” he growled.

He yanked my shorts down, freeing my aching cock. Without hesitation, his hot mouth engulfed me. He sucked me deep and slow, tongue swirling around the head before sliding down my shaft. I cried out, back arching off the desk. He took his time, sucking me thoroughly, then moved lower to my balls, sucking one into his mouth, then the other, licking and teasing while his hand stroked my cock.

“Coach—fuck—” I whimpered, fingers gripping his hair. The wet heat of his mouth combined with the sight of my dominant coach on his knees was almost too much.

He alternated between sucking my cock and lavishing attention on my balls, his tongue everywhere. Pleasure coiled tight in my gut. I was shaking, moaning shamelessly, right on the edge.

He looked up at me, eyes dark. “Cum for me, Captain.”

I was shattered. My orgasm hit hard, hips jerking as I came down his throat. Coach swallowed every drop, sucking me through the aftershocks until I was a trembling, oversensitive mess.

He finally pulled off, kissing my thigh before standing up and pulling me into another deep kiss.

This was only the beginning.