38. Brynn
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There he was, in all his glory. The man of the hour. The coach that aided our team in pulling off a long-awaited victory.
The man who had gotten further under my skin than I ever planned.
My eyes scoured him, watching as he unzipped his windbreaker. “You know, you’ve really got some lungs on you.”
He grinned as I gazed up at him from my knelt position. Jesus, his office needed more comfortable carpet. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Heard you bellowing all the way down here from the locker room.”
He finished rolling up the sleeves of his button-down before reaching behind him and locking his office door.
My nipples puckered against the taut fabric of the jersey I wore.
I hadn’t worn it in a while. It fit a little too snug, if I did say so myself.
But with the way Colton stared at me, I put all those thoughts out of my mind.
I watched as he stalked toward me. As he hiked a leg over my head. I watched as he eased himself down into his office chair, his long legs spread with his clothed, meaty thighs on display.
I swear, I could’ve eaten an entire buffet off that body of his.
He said nothing as he stared down at me with those chocolate colored eyes of his. Golden flakes dotted his brown eyes, glistening in the fluorescent lighting of his office. He silently reached out. His finger ticked beneath my chin. He gripped it softly, turning my head this way and that.
He released my chin long enough to unbutton his jeans. “You look good in that jersey.”
I preened under his compliment. “Thank you.”
He shoved his pants down, lifting his hips until his thick dick sprang free. “You’d look better in mine.”
My cheeks flushed as he stroked from root to tip. Beaded precum glistened against the crown of his cock, and I wanted to taste him. More than I had the first time. I wanted to take him all the way back. I wanted to see if I could, anyway.
My thoughts were invaded as his hand slid through my hair, gripping tightly to my scalp as he brought my attention back to him.
His voice was raspy when he spoke. “Are you going to suck my cock like a good little hockey bunny?”
I had no idea what the fuck that meant, but I nodded just the same. “Yes. Please. You deserve some unwinding time after such a wonderful win.”
He slid down in his chair just a smidge, which jutted his cock further out toward me. I licked my lips as he guided my cheek to his dick, where he smoothed it against my skin, leaking precum against my face.
I nuzzled his dick as he held my hair tightly. “Let me taste you. Please.”
He yanked my hair back, leaned down, and stared directly into my eyes. “Do you remember what I taught you?”
I swallowed hard. “I… I think so.”
He kissed my forehead before leaning back, bringing me with him. With my body tucked sweetly between his girthy thighs, I slid my hands up his legs until I braced myself against his hips.
“Will you help me?” I asked, my eyes peeking up at him.
He gazed down at me with an expression I’d never seen on a man’s face before.
It seemed almost like happiness but with an edge to it, something darker underneath.
Lust? No, it was deeper than that. I tried to figure out what the hell that face meant, but then he answered, and his voice poured over me like melted butter.
“I will help you any way you need, Brynn. No matter what it is.”
My heart slammed against my chest, and that was all it took.
I wrapped my mouth around the crown of his cock, hearing him hiss as his body settled back into his chair.
His hand guided me, moving me slowly up and down his shaft as I slicked it with my spit.
My mouth watered for him. My tongue laved around the crown of his dick, lapping at the precum already spilling forth for me.
He tasted tangy and juicy. Salty, like the ocean. Earthy, like the forest of his eyes.
“That’s a good girl,” I growled as I worked my mouth further down his cock. “Just like that. Relax. Take a deep breath. You’re doing so well, taking Coach’s cock like this.”
I shivered at his words. Even though I gagged, his hand gripped my hair, forcing me to pause despite the fact that I knew he wanted more.
Always considering me, even in the throes of passion.
It was one of the many things I’d come to adore about him.
I wanted to reward him for it. To show him that it meant something to me, his kindness.
I drew in a deep breath before I relaxed my throat, but when I ran into my gag reflex again, I pulled my head up a bit and caught my breath.
“Come on,” I groaned to myself before I slipped my lips around the tip of his cock.
But he tugged on my hair, leaving me incapable of taking more of him.
“Relax,” he said as I felt him shift. I looked up at him, only to realize that tears crested my eyes.
Since when did that happen? I felt them slide down my cheeks as he reached his other hand down, slipping a loving finger against my throat.
He massaged his finger softly over the crest of the top of my neck, sending goosebumps slithering across my skin.
“When I say relax,” he said, his voice heavy with commands, “what I mean is, release the tension. If you’re tense, you gag. Okay?”
I nodded softly. “Will you… help me?”
He groaned. “Goddamn it, you’re perfect. Of course, I’ll help. Here, one inch at a time. Like last time. Ready?”
I nodded quickly before my eyes fell back to his pulsing cock. His hand gripped my hair, guiding me back to his thickness as his free hand softly stroked along down the front of my neck.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” he commanded.
I did as he asked, opening my jaw as much as I could before stretching out my tongue. That’s when he grabbed my jaw in his massive hand and massaged softly.
“Relax this, too. Don’t lock out your jaw.”
I closed my jaw just a smidge, until I felt the hinge of it relax.
He smiled down at me, his eyes alight with a plan, and I knew I’d never love a man the way I loved him.
I didn’t care that we’d only been in each other’s lives for a short time.
I didn’t care that we’d only been on a handful of dates.
This man was made for me; mind, body, and soul.
And I’d give him all of me.
“Now,” he said as he settled the tip of his cock along my tongue, “we’re going to do this slowly.
Whenever we hit your gag reflex, we’re going to pause and I’m going to let you get oriented so the gagging stops.
It’s less about working around the reflex and knowing how to control it.
It’s part of your body, just like anything else. ”
I nodded up at him, taking all of his instruction as he settled the mushroom crown of his cockhead against my tongue.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly, his finger still stroking up and down the underside of my neck.
“I know,” I muttered as best as I could with his heft pinning my tongue down.
A mischievous grin crossed his face. “Now, take regular breaths and don’t lock out your jaw.”
Inch by inch, he slid along my tongue, and the second the crown of his cock passed my uvula, the first gag hit. Only this time, Colton didn’t pull back. He simply cupped the back of my head, stopping his movements, and gave me time to figure things out.
It wasn’t pretty by any means. Snot filled my nose. Another gag sounded, causing tears to crest my eyes. But his fingertips caressed my face and slid along my throat, helping me to relax between his legs.
He thrust another inch past the curve of my throat.
“Such a good girl for me,” he groaned as his cock twitched. It caused another gag, and I paused. A tear streaked my cheek. I braced my hands against his thighs. He gripped my hair, holding me steadily to his cock, but not pushing me further. “So good for me. Look at how well you drink me down.”
I fluttered my wet eyelashes, my eyes meeting his.
I saw nothing but admiration and pride in his stare.
When I had my body under control yet again, he thrust a bit further. Every time I gagged, he paused to let me rework things until my nose was seated against his tightly wound curls.
“Jesus fuck, Brynn,” he hissed as his hand stroked through my hair, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
I hummed my appreciation around his dick.
I certainly didn’t expect the reaction that happened.
Before I knew it, he snapped his hips against my face. “Do that again.”
I hummed, nuzzling his curls with my nose as his cock twitched deeply down in my throat. At least, it felt like it was deeply down in my throat.
I wanted him to invade all of me and never retreat.
“Fucking hell,” he growled as he gripped my hair, “keep that throat relaxed for me, beautiful.”
He pulled my head up, moving my throat away from his cock.
Then he slowly eased me back down. I gagged a couple of times, but I didn’t have to stop.
He did it a little quicker. Slowly his movements increased until he fucked my face as I knelt there, taking it like the good girl I wanted to be for him.
And that filthy mouth of his only got me going even more.
“Fucking hell, Brynn. What a mouth on you. Swallowing me down without so much as a gag. You’re a gem.”
I moaned around him as his hips met my face.
I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking on him as hard as I could while his hips bucked and stuttered.
I felt his spindly fingernails raking along my scalp as he invaded my throat.
Over and over again, with his precum spilling down into my stomach.
I curled my hands into his pulsing thighs.
His growls and grunts filled the spaces between us as my spit dribbled down his heavy balls.
I raised my hand, cupping them and feeling their heft. Massaging their wetness in my palm.
The way he pumped his hips quicker told me all I needed to know about my decision.
“Brynn. Fuck. Oh, shit. Just like that. Suck that cock, sweet girl.”
“Mmmmmm.”
“Oh hell,” he grunted out.
It was the only warning I got as his hips locked out and his thighs shivered.
He slammed my head down his cock, despite my gag reflex, and I breathed through it as I felt his thickness jumping against my throat.
Ropes of his arousal spilled into my stomach, marking me from the inside out.
And as his hand quaked on top of my head, I nuzzled my nose softly against his pelvis until his cock was satiated and empty, spent from my efforts.
I pulled back, panting for air softly as I wiped the spit and leftover cum from my chin.
And when I gazed up into his face, the dazed look in his features filled me with pride.
I stood to my feet, bracing my hands against the arms of his office chair, and leaned in to give him the smallest kiss against his lips.
He growled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap as his mouth devoured mine. His tongue plunged into my depths, still coated and covered in him.
He didn’t seem to care, though.
“You taste like me,” he grunted as we finally came up for air.
I panted softly in his lap as he tucked my head beneath his chin. “I mean, par for the course, and all that.”
He chuckled breathlessly. “Yeah, something like that.”
We sat there like that for a few minutes with his pants still around his ankles and me completely bare from the hips down. I nuzzled against him. I relished the way his hand stroked mindlessly through my hair. But all too soon, my stomach growled.
He growled in return.
I giggled as I slid off his lap. “Come on, handsome. Practice may be tomorrow, but you guys deserve to celebrate tonight.”
He stood, stumbling on his feet for a second before he shimmied his pants up his body. I had to admit, it tugged a smile of pride across my face.
“What’d you have in mind?” he asked, fastening his button and pulling up the zipper.
I hopped into my leggings and reached for my cardigan, slinging it around my shoulders. “I figured we’d head to the bar. I’m sure they’ll have some insane drinks and food specials going right now.”
He shut down his office before holding his hand out to me. “I’d go anywhere, so long as you’re with me.”
I looked up at him for a second before I slipped my hand into his. “You mean that?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
My heart slammed so hard against my chest that I thought it would shatter my sternum. But just as I found my voice, Colton grabbed his windbreaker, tossing it over his shoulder, and unlocked his office.
“Come on,” he grumbled as we made our way into the hallway, “let’s go make sure the team isn’t destroying your place of work.”
I couldn’t help but giggle as I held his hand, threading our fingers together, and rested my cheek against his bicep.