Chapter 6 Decker
Decker
Game day.
Christmas day.
There are a million things to do before I get on the road. The fact that I was allowed the time off to be with my family this morning is a testament to how much my head coach and GM trust me.
They know the heart of who I am. This family is the most important thing in my life. This woman—my wife—is the most precious piece of the puzzle. I wouldn’t miss Christmas morning with her, the guys, and our kids for anything.
“Come shower with me,” I murmur into her warm, soft skin as I kiss her shoulder.
She stretches under the covers, then offers me a sated, sleepy smile and tousles my hair playfully.
“It’s Christmas morning, Coach. The kids are way too excited to wait for us to shower. We’ve gotta get out there.”
I shake my head and stand my ground. “You heard Kendrick. They’ll hold it down for us.”
She scrunches her nose, considering.
God, I love this woman. I don’t take for granted how precious she is—how sweet it is to be loved by her—what an honor it is to be her husband. I make sure she knows it every chance I get.
Hovering, I bring my lips to her ear. “One minute, Siren. Give me one minute alone with my wife on Christmas morning.”
Her breath hitches as I turn and stride out of the room.
Kylian’s brushing his teeth at the sink when I enter the bathroom.
He rinses and spits, then meets my gaze in the mirror.
“Do you want privacy?” he asks.
I told Josephine I wanted one minute alone.
While true, I also thoroughly enjoy watching her submit to Kylian on command.
“You can join us. But we’ve got to be quick,” I tell him as I turn on the water.
I’m already clean, my cock dark in my hand when she finally enters the shower.
Kylian slips in behind her, murmuring in her ear when she startles.
A smile blooms on her face from whatever he says.
Then she rolls her plush bottom lip between her teeth and hits me with a cheeky grin.
“It’s game day, Coach.”
Hell yeah it is.
“What do you say, Daddy?” she asks, turning to acknowledge Kylian before she slinks toward me, passes under the waterfall showerhead, and lowers to her knees.
“Think we should let him call the plays before he even gets on the field?”
I frown, trying to make sense of her words.
She peers up at me through soaking wet eyelashes, her expression doe-eyed and innocent.
Kylian chuckles before me.
“Sounds like you’re the boss, Coach.” He waves one hand up and down in Josephine’s direction, then fists his own cock in his hand. “She won’t even lick it until you tell her to.”
I fight back a grin.
This woman.
My wife.
I was promoted to Offensive Line Coordinator last season, so I’ve been the primary offensive play caller for two years. Last year, we made it to the second round of the playoffs. This season we’ve already clinched our division.
The running joke in our house is that I may get to call the plays at work, but that’s not how it works at home.
At least not most of the time.
I guess we’re doing things my way today.
I’m fucking here for it.
“Wrap your hand around my cock and suck on my balls, Siren. I want them both in your mouth. Now.”
She eagerly complies as Kylian slumps against the far wall, watching as he strokes himself.
Fuck.
Her mouth.
Her motherfucking mouth.
I’ve always had a thing for her mouth. I secretly love it when she sasses me. But I’m a fucking goner when she sucks me down.
“Play with yourself,” I grunt, peering through wet lashes to watch as she runs one hand between her breasts. She moans when she touches her clit.
“Let me fuck that mouth.”
She release my balls, which are already tingling with anticipation. Opening wide, she takes as much of me as she can manage, then pulls back and quickly plunges forward for more.
“Doesn’t my wife look so pretty with her mouth full of cock?” I ask roughly.
Kylian smirks. “She does,” he agrees, running a hand through his wet hair. “She looks good with multiple cocks inside her, too.”
Don’t I fucking know it.
“Stand up, Mrs. Crusade.”
I help her rise to her feet, then turn her body so her back is pressed to my front. I kiss her neck, her shoulders, then finally her mouth, slurping all the water droplets as they rain down on us from above.
“Turn with your arms out, then hold on to the wall.”
She eagerly complies. “Like this, Coach?”
I smirk. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.” I notch up behind her. “Now spread.”
Making sure there’s plenty of room between her body and the shower tiles, I enter her from behind. She squirms on my cock, but I wrap one arm around her stomach and hold her in place, savoring the warmth and connection that never ceases to astound me.
Turning to Kylian, I tip my chin.
“On your knees for her.”
In an uncharacteristically compliant move, he drops to hands and knees and crawls until he’s positioned between the wall and Josephine’s pelvis.
“Lick her and suck her while I fuck her,” I command, thrusting hard as she clenches around me.
I waste no time driving into her cunt, bending my knees so I’m able to achieve the perfect angle to send her soaring. She rewards me with whimpers and breathy pants. In just a few minutes I feel her body tighten in my hold.
Kylian’s mouth is everywhere, driving her higher and higher. I feel him pull back, so I do the same. Then, in perfect unison, we both hit her pleasure points with a relentless, tenacious ferocity.
“Fuck! Yes! Coach…” she moans as her body greedily clings to my cock. She’s so fucking tight I can’t even pull back.
“Thatta girl,” I praise. I can feel every pulse and spasm as I fuck her.
Desire shoots up my calves and pools in my balls as she milks me with her pussy. I find my own release, holding on to the wall and my woman as coils of pleasure ignite in my core.
“Fuck,” Josephine mutters groggily as she comes down from her release.
“I love you,” I whisper, reaching past her to help Kylian to his feet.
Josephine falls into his arms once he’s standing. She rests her head on his chest as he supports her weight.
“We should let Coach call the shots more often,” she teases, her eyes dancing with mirth as she smiles up at me.
“I’ll take the suggestion into consideration,” Kylian replies.
I grin and exit the shower, leaving them to clean up.
“Hurry up, you two!” I call out louder than necessary. “You’re holding up Christmas!”