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That sounds like permission to me. We spend the next five minutes beating our cocks like we're both racing to the same desperate finish. Despite him clearly starting first, I win. And my prize is being aware enough to watch the thick vein on the underside of Nicks' cock throb and pulse as he coats his hand and lower stomach in cum.
He hangs up without another word, and once again, I'm left reeling.
Aniyah might have a great set of tits and a willing mouth, but she doesn't hold a candle to the man that has taken ownership of my mind and body in the past few months.
CHAPTER 16
BRYANT
It's the first game of the season, and the team is full of energy, ready to go.
"This is it, team! Today is the first day of our undefeated championship season!"
They roar with excitement, slapping each other on the back and shoulders.
"I don't have to tell you what to do, you already know. You've spent the last three months working your asses off for this moment. You have all the tools. All you have to do is get out there and kick some Baylor ass!"
The team puts their arms around each other, jumping up and down and side to side, chanting and whooping. Coach Sanders takes my place, giving them his own pep talk, and next Lane will take his turn as captain and quarterback to get the team excited before he leads them out onto the field. I'm listening to Tuck give the team a play-by-play of some of the opposing team's weaknesses when I see Jack slip unnoticed out of the locker room. Nodding to Tuck to keep it up, I follow him out the door and into my office.
"What's going on, Perry?" I say, pulling the door closed behind me. He smirks, knowing my words are nothing more than show.
"Just some game jitters, Coach," he answers, leaning around me to turn the lock.
"Jack," I admonish in a low voice, "this isn't a good time. You should be with the team."
"Well then, we better make this quick," he says simply.
"There's no time for—" he presses his mouth to mine, cutting off my words. Like the last time he kissed me in my office, it turns heated quickly, and in seconds I have him pressed against the wall, grinding my thigh between his legs.
Shouting from the locker rooms infiltrates my office, interrupting the moment, and we stop, breathing heavily. There's no mistaking the raw look of his lips, and I briefly panic over how we're going to cover it. Jack picks up his helmet from the floor. He leans forward and gives my lips one last lick before pulling on his helmet.
"I'm going to win this game for you, and then I want you to fuck me tonight."
I cough, both incredibly aroused by his words, and terrified he could be overheard. Jack hits his hands against his helmet and slips out of my office, joining the others. I have to take a few minutes to myself, using an ice pack from my lunch cooler on my mouth to lessen the swelling. Then, when it doesn't seem like it's going to help itself, I put the ice pack on my balls to help my erection go down.
Fucking hell, this kid. He's really not what I was expecting, that's for sure.
I walk back into the locker room as Lane is yelling, "WHO ARE WE?!"
"JACKALS!" the team answers.
"WHO'S THE BEST?!"
"JACKALS!"
"WHO'S READY TO KICK SOME BEAR ASS!?" A few players snicker, but still answer enthusiastically.
"JACKAAAAALS!" They all yell before Coach Sanders is opening the door to let them know it's time, and then they're running down the hall and through the tunnel onto the field. Jack winks at me as he sprints onto the field, the crowd screaming for their team.
Because of Jack's little pre-game tease, I'm on edge for most of the game. Thankfully, the rest of the team isn't, and the Baylor Bears don't stand a chance. It's almost a complete shutout, but they manage to put up a field goal in the last minutes of the game.
Jack plays better than I've ever seen him. He is fucking unstoppable, and by the end of his first game, every Groveton College Football fan knows his name. The team carries him off the field on their shoulders, and I smile, knowing that even the holdouts like Grant Gipson are going to have to accept him eventually, on his merit alone. They might think he's just a charity case now, but he'll be making more money than any of them could dream of in the matter of a few years. I’m certain his first contract will supersede what any of them could expect. Jack looks back at me as his team carries him off to celebrate, and I wave him off.
I walk around the field a bit, shaking hands with the officials that I haven't seen since last year. And of course, I have to pay my respects to the dean.
"Team looks great this year, Bryant."
"Thank you, sir," I nod, trying to think of how to escape his irritating presence when I hear someone calling out for me.
