Page 95 of Her Coach

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.”