Chapter 31 #2
“I certainly hope so,” Professor Putrovski trilled. “You never called or texted, but I’m a modern woman who knows what she wants, so I decided to take fate in my own hands and come ask you out.”
“Oh, shit,” Blake said under his breath, retreating from my mouth a bit.
Oh, shit was right. I was confident he didn’t want her; he’d made that clear. But how was he going to get out of this? What if he didn’t? What if protecting my future and his was more important to him?
Determined, I leaned in and worked his cock deeper into my mouth, swallowing again until it slid back into my mouth.
“Oh, shit,” Blake said again, this time less quietly.
“Excuse me?” my professor asked, confused.
“My apologies,” Blake said smoothly. “Was just remembering something I forgot to do.”
“Well, I won’t keep you long,” Professor Putrovksi said stiffly. This clearly wasn’t going the way she’d expected, or hoped. “There’s the alumni gala on Thursday, and I thought we could go together.”
Oh, this bitch. Maybe I had no real reason to think of her as a bitch, but she was, regardless. I hollowed out my cheeks around Blake’s cock, swallowing around him as I reached a hand underneath him and circled his taint.
“Yeahhhhhhh,” Blake groaned despite himself, slapping a hand on the desk. It was obvious the yeah was to me and not her, but the professor had no way of knowing, damn it.
“Yes?” she asked, sounding happy.
“Yeah, no. I can’t. I already have a commitment that night.”
“A commitment to something other than the alumni dinner where donors give money to the hockey team you’re in charge of?” she asked sharply.
“A commitment to someone else,” he said succinctly as he surged deeper into my mouth, if that was even possible, choking me.
I gurgled unintentionally, cursing myself in case she could hear. Although maybe she should hear. Maybe if she knew there was someone underneath his desk, that I was underneath his desk, she’d give up on trying to date my man. Coach was mine, no one else could have him.
“Oh? Who?”
Blake didn’t answer her for a moment as he stroked my cheek.
“Someone immensely important to me. The most important. I’m sorry, Alex.”
“Alison,” she snapped.
“I’m sorry, Alison. I’m not the man for you. I wish you the best of luck. Now, I have to get back to that project I’d forgotten, but hope you’ll come to our games later in the season. Take care of yourself.”
He dismissed her, and I cheered in my head.
But clearly she needed a parting shot, because she said, “You should tell your ward when you next see her that I’m reconsidering her recommendation letter. Her behavior lately has made it clear her priorities are skewed, and she’s not right for the program.”
I froze, forgetting to breathe—and not because of the way Blake’s cock was taking up every available millimeter in my mouth.
Would she really take that away from me because she had guessed what I meant to Blake, or even as a threat to get him to date her?
What a fucking bitch! What was I going to do?
As if sensing my worry, Coach stroked my hair again.
“Alison,” he said, his voice calm and terrifying.
“You and I both know that Lucy deserves to be in that program. If you renege on your promise to write her a recommendation letter out of some tantrum because I’m not interested in you, I’ll destroy your life.
You’re going to want to reconsider your decision, I promise you that.
You may not get me as a partner, but you certainly don’t want me for an enemy. ”
The professor didn’t say a word, clacking out of the office. A moment later, the door slammed.
Coach sighed, rolling back in his chair as he pulled out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air.
He reached down, dragging me out from the desk, standing and lifting to sit me on it so I faced him, face flushed and hair a mess. I glanced down at his cock, hard and thick, slapping his stomach, almost purple from not having come yet.
“She’s going to fuck everything up for us,” I blurted out as I raised my head to stare up at him.
He shook his head. “She won’t.”
“She will,” I insisted.
“No, she won’t,” he said, kneeling down in front of me as he pulled down my leggings and panties so they dangled around my calves, then shoving me down on the desk.
“I said I’ll take care of it, and I will.
You’re not going to lose out on anything you want, as long as I’m on this earth.
Don’t worry about that right now—worry about how hard I’m about to make you come. ”
“But—” I started.
He cut me off as he latched his mouth onto my clit and sucked, hard. I shrieked, and this time he didn’t bother to silence me, just sucked harder, the pressure so intense my back bowed and I shrieked again.
“Blake!”
“That’s not what you fucking call me,” he practically snapped, then bit—actually bit—my clit in reprimand.
“Daddy!” I screamed that time as I came from the combination of sharp pain and aching pleasure.
He lifted his head, pulling the coach whistle off his neck, and as I came, I watched as he shoved the cold metal directly into my pussy, using it to push against my g-spot, then leaning down to suck my clit into his mouth again.
The combination of the cold pressure of the whistle against my insides and his mouth against my outsides shot me into the stratosphere, especially when he began to move it inside me.
I cried, actually sobbed, as a tightness I hadn’t even been aware of released and liquid leaked out of me. Shit. Had I peed?
“Ah fuck, you squirted all over my whistle,” Blake groaned, and then he was pulling it out of me and thrusting his tongue into me, licking up and out all my cum, like he needed to drown in my taste.
His greedy, relentless mouth took no prisoners and didn’t give me a break, forcing me to come again from the unending pleasure.
“Why? Why did you do that?” I finally gasped.
“Because I wanted you to feel good,” he said, releasing my pussy and rising to his feet.
“But mostly because now I’ll be able to smell your sweet cunt at every fucking practice and game.
Taste you every time I use it to get those jackass players in order.
A constant reminder that you’re mine, Lucy Braverman. ”
Then he was gripping my hip with one hand, pulling me down on the desk and gripping his cock with the other, shoving inside so deep, I felt him everywhere, my chest, my stomach, my throat.
He powered his hips against me, again and again, a slapping sound taking over the small office as he fucked me and fucked me and fucked me, hurting me so good as he roared my name and came, filling me up so full with him I had no choice but to come with him.
He kept me busy for a while, until I forgot about the professor and my fears, showing me with his body that I could trust him to handle things.
And so I did.