Chapter 31
LUCY
About ten minutes before practice ended, I excused myself and headed down the tunnel to the locker room.
Blake had a smaller office attached to the locker room that he primarily used during games, practices, and to talk to his players individually.
I had an idea that excited me, but I needed to get inside his office before the team got there to make sure it happened the way I needed it to.
I entered the empty locker room, bypassing the player’s cubbies and the stale sweat smell that pervaded the locker room.
Leslie, Tovah, and Aviva had all shared that they’d fucked their guys in the locker room despite the stench, and I wanted to tick that off my Bang Coach Bucket List, or as close to it as possible.
Opening the unlocked door to the office, I crawled under the fortunately tall-enough-to-kneel-under desk and texted Blake.
i’m in your office
He responded immediately.
What’s wrong? Is your wrist hurting? I can get you more medication if you need.
His response warmed my chest, filling a hole my parents had created years ago with their neglect.
nothing’s wrong, i just need my daddy
Fuck.
I’m coming.
He was right, he would be soon.
A few minutes later, I heard the door to the locker room open, the team ribbing each other after practice. The door to the office squeaked open.
“Lucy?”
Coach sounded confused, clearly unsure where I was.
“Under here, daddy,” I called out quietly and sweetly.
“Under where—oh. Oh, fuck,” he groaned, figuring out where I was hiding, and putting together why I was hiding there immediately.
He joined me behind the desk, sitting in his desk chair and leaning down to see me.
“Lucy, we could get caught,” he told me, but his reluctance was bullshit, given the huge bulge in his pants.
I reached up a hand, stroking over it.
“Not if you’re quiet,” I teased.
He shut his eyes a moment. “I’m incapable of saying no to you, which does not bode well for my future.”
“I think it bodes very well for your future,” I told him, my hands already working to unbutton and unzip his pants and release his cock from his boxer briefs. I pulled the thick, gorgeous, hard, and smooth appendage out and wrapped one hand around it, tugging.
His eyes opened, forest green pinning me in place with their intensity.
“Then get to work, sweetheart. Show daddy how good you can make it for him while he does his own job. And then when everyone leaves, he’ll take care of you, too.”
He always took care of me. It was what I loved most about him, but I wasn’t ready to tell him that. No, the words were too scary, too vulnerable, and I refused to say them first in case he didn’t say them back. So I’d show him, instead.
He spread his legs wide, allowing me to edge forward on my knees between them. “Use that hot mouth, sweetheart. And play with yourself. But no getting off, no matter how close you are.”
“Yes, Coach,” I said, opening my mouth and sucking on the tip of his cock, then working my way deeper over it, pleased by his hum of approval as I licked around the crown and the ridge of veins underneath.
He’d taught me how he liked it, and I was eager to show him what a good student I was.
Obviously, what he liked best was when I took him deep in my throat, but I needed to work my way up to it.
Fortunately, he was being patient with me, because he whispered, “That’s right, go slow. Tease me a bit. And touch yourself. Keep your little clit occupied while I deal with a situation.”
Then he called out loudly, “Emory, I need to talk to you.”
A chorus of “ooohs” echoed through the locker room and made its way into the office. I was curious, but I knew I needed to follow Blake’s orders or there would be hell to pay later, even if it was the fun kind of hell.
I slipped a hand inside my leggings and underwear, stroking my clit. My pussy was already wet, so it was easy, even if I was so sensitive I gasped.
Coach, hearing me, whispered, “shhhhh, sweetheart,” and then shunted his hips forward to silence me with even more cock in my mouth, which I sucked on like I had on that dildo the day before.
I heard the squeak of footsteps and then Emory was standing in Blake’s office on the other side of the desk.
“Have a seat,” Blake offered, and Emory pulled the chair out and sat.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Emory, I respect you too much to ease our way into this conversation. Instead, I’m going to cut straight to the point: Your game has been off lately.
I’ve noticed, Trey has noticed, even your teammates have noticed.
You’re not focused, you miss easy shots, your stick work is sloppy, and your head is clearly elsewhere.
Trey told me it’s girl problems. Is that true? ”
Emory sighed. “Fuck. Yeah, it is. I’m not going to tell you—”
“Is it Lucy?” Blake interrupted.
Wait, what?
I popped my mouth off Blake’s cock, surprised.
Why the hell would Blake think I was the girl in Emory’s life?
Sure, I’d flirted with him, but I flirted with everyone but Mason to make Blake jealous.
Had he not seen through that? I knew I’d been playing with fire at the last game by wearing Emory’s jersey, but I assumed that Blake now understood it hadn’t meant anything.
I didn’t want Emory to get shit because of my own games.
As I considered how to handle this situation without exposing us to Emory, Blake reached under the desk, gripping my head and forcing me back onto his cock…
deep on his cock. So deep, I almost gagged.
His point was clear. I didn’t get to stop; he was in charge—in both this conversation and of my mouth.
I swallowed around him to ease the pressure on my throat, and Blake repeated, “You heard me. Is it Lucy?”
The aggression in his tone wasn’t hidden at all. What the hell was he doing?
Emory laughed in shock. “Luc— no, it’s not Lucy. Lucy and I joke around, but I’ve never been remotely interested in her. I’m not into blondes.” He hesitated, then added, “Or younger women, for that matter.”
“Oh,” Blake said, relief evident in his voice.
He settled, his cock retreating a bit from my mouth, giving me more space to breathe. I took the opportunity, settling as well.
Then Blake, observant as ever, lit on, “Older women?”
Emory sighed. “Yeah, Coach. It’s fucked, I know, and I can’t have her.
I’ve never wanted someone like this before in my life.
I can’t distract myself from thinking about her.
She plagues every thought in my head. I close my eyes at night, I see her.
I breathe, I smell her. I eat, I wonder what her pussy tastes like… ah, sorry, that’s probably TMI.”
Blake chuckled. “It’s fine.”
Relieved, Emory continued, spilling out everything like he couldn’t control himself. “I know I’m off my game. I’m motherfucking obsessed, and it’s messing me up. My grades are terrible except for in my intro to lit class…”
Oh, wow.
Emory was exposing way too much information, although Blake was trustworthy.
“I don’t know what the hell to do.”
Blake was quiet for a second, although his body was active.
His hips shifted forward and back as he thrust into my mouth—then retreated, thrusting into my mouth, then retreated again.
Filling me this way, his complete control over the conversation and me, made my thighs go tight.
I worked my clit slowly, edging myself, but witnessing his complete and utter competence and confidence made it hard not to give in and let myself come.
Especially when he asked, “Is she married?”
“No,” Emory said, although then he added, “Not that I’d give a fuck if she was.”
“Then my only suggestion is to make it happen. I know from experience that if you try to ignore or suppress those feelings, it only makes everything worse. The only thing that helps is to claim what you want, show her you’re in charge, and do everything in your power to lock her down and keep her.
Whatever that means, do it. We need you at 100 percent, so do what you have to do to get there.
Trust me, once she’s yours completely, and you know she’s not going anywhere, you’ll be able to get your head back on straight. ”
My heart stuttered in my chest at the sincerity behind his words, my fingers working faster despite myself, mouth eagerly working back and forth as I licked and sucked and swallowed around him in approval and gratitude.
Hearing the truth about how he felt, even if he didn’t say he loved me, was exactly what I needed to hear.
“Got it, Coach,” Emory said, his chair squeaking as he stood. And then he said, “Take good care of Lucy, okay? She needs it.”
Blake said nothing for a moment, clearly as floored as I was that Emory had a hunch about what was going on. Then he said, “I promise I will to my dying day. But Emory…”
“Stays between us. Doesn’t need to be said,” Emory replied, and then I heard his footsteps and the door shutting softly behind him.
“Fuck,” Blake exhaled, and I wasn’t sure if it was out of pleasure or relief.
I pulled off his cock to say, “Are we in trouble?”
Blake coughed. “We aren’t, but you are. Did I say you could stop? Get that mouth back to work. I want in that tight little throat.”
Reaching down, he grabbed my head again, pulling me back onto his cock, forcing my head over it, more and more, until his cock edged down into my throat and my nose was pushed up against his skin.
“How close are you?” he asked.
I moaned, since I couldn’t speak.
“That close, huh?” he said knowingly. “Okay, stop playing with your pussy and play with my balls instead. Everyone’s leaving and I want to come down that tight little…”
He trailed off as the door to his office opened again, and there was the clack of…
…high heels on tile.
What the hell?
Blake didn’t release my head but didn’t move his hips either, holding me tight as I fought to breathe through my nose as he asked politely, “Can I help you?”