Page 18 of Coach’s Pass (Twin Cities #1)

I shift my weight trying to hide my pulsing boner. It doesn’t do much good. My cock’s obviously hard. All five of us can see it.

Ding. We reach the twentieth floor.

The jocks glance up from their screens, eyes narrowing as we step out together. One of them opens their mouth as if they want to say something, but they don’t. We all know what’s about to happen. Coach Schmidt is about to destroy my ass.

We hardly open the door before Coach picks me up effortlessly. I swing my legs around his torso, arms on his wide shoulders. I whimper the second my back hits the wall, his body pressed flush to mine, his cock grinding hard against my entrance through our clothes.

“Fuck, you’re hungry for Coach’s cock tonight, aren’t you,” he growls.

“Yes sir,” I moan, my head falling back as his beard scrapes along my neck. The friction makes me shudder. “I need it so bad.”

He bites down on the curve of my shoulder, enough to make me pant. His hands dig into my ass, pressing me tighter against the wall. Letting my feel every pulse of his cock through his jeans. My arousal growing overwhelming with every passing second.

“Do you deserve it?” Coach teases as he carries me into my bed, me legs wrapping firmly around him. Not wanting to lose his touch for a moment.

“Yes Coach, I’ve been a good boy for you,” I whimper twerking back around his prick.

“I know you have. So fucking good tonight. Sat there in that Uber like a quiet little slut. Bet your hole’s been clenching since we left the bar,” he growls.

“It has,” I whimper shamelessly.

“Let’s take these pants off. No reason to keep these pretty legs hidden from me,” he murmurs, tongue caressing my neck.

I moan in delight as he tears off my jeans. Ripping my underwear so his cock can slide right into my crease, he’s already soaked with precum. The sensation is overpowering as he rubs against my ass. His breath reeking of hops and musky sweat putting me over the edge.

“Please, Coach,” I beg, not caring how pathetic I sound. “Please fuck me. I need you so bad.”

“Don’t worry boy, I’m gonna fuck you proper, right after I have my fun,” he barks. “I’m going to tear your ass apart with this tongue.”

Coach drops to his knees between my thighs, forcing my legs wide with his hands. I grasp the sheets as his tongue flickers my rim, twitching against the mattress. Then he dives in with girthy muscle.

His tongue pushes past my tight pink ring, devouring deep inside. Deprived moans escape my lips as I grind back on his face, frantic for more. For every flick of his tongue and scrape of his beard. He growls into me, the sound nearly vibrating through my ass.

“Fuck Coach…” I whimper.

His hands grapple onto my cheeks, spreading me wider as he feasts. Sloppy and relentless. Each lick making me quiver from my cheeks down to my toes.

He pulls back for just a second, dragging his tongue across my balls and a lick of my dick, only to plunge it right back inside. “You taste goddamn incredible,” he groans. “You love this, don’t you? Letting Coach ruin your hole with his mouth.”

I nod, panting, fingers grasping for the pillows. “Yes sir, please don’t stop.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he growls.

He spits on me, fingers joining his greedy tongue. Two of his thick digits pressing past my slick rim, stretching me open under his control. My body tenses for a second, then melts around his fingers as he owns me.

Coach’s tongue returns between thrusts of his fingers. I lose myself in shameless moans. Pelvis twitching and hole pulsing around every jab from him, fraught for more.

“Fuck,” I whimper. “Coach—please.”

He pulls back just enough for his voice to grumble against my skin. “You need my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I fucking need it.”

He opens my legs to expose my crease. Dragging the head of his cock down my stretched, leaking rim. Letting it glide through the slick mess he’s made.

“You’re ready for it,” he mutters. “Begging for a piece of it.”

And when the girthy tip presses in, my entire body shudders. “Take it,” he groans. “Take every inch, boy.”

Then he pushes inside, my hole welcoming every sliver of Coach.

The sensation is blissfully all-encompassing.

Not a single shred of pain, just absolute hedonistic pleasure as he buries himself all the way.

Sliding past my prostate with maddening precision.

I cry out, stars appearing, my cock helplessly twitching against my stomach.

“Fuck that’s my boy,” Coach growls, fingers digging into my hips. He pulls back, just enough to feel that blissful stretch, then drives in harder. Cock slamming against my prostate, slutty moans slipping past my mouth I didn’t know I could make.

“I love you.” Coach whispers into my ear. My legs stretched onto his shoulders.

“I love you more Coach.” I whisper back, as his lips meet mine. Coach thrusting his cock in and out of my ass, our lips moving in synchronized cadence with every grind of his dick.

Every sound I make is muffled by his mouth, he pounds faster, more intense. Grunting with every slam into me. I can barely think. Overwhelmed by all of him, mouth and ass being used to Coach’s desire. Exactly how I love it.

Coach growls, hips fucking me harder. His rhythm is relentless. “You close, baby?” he pants against my lips. Reaching down to bite my nipples.

I nod, whining. “So close—fuck, Coach—I’m gonna—”

“Cum with me,” he growls, slamming into me one last time. “Cum on this cock. Right fucking now.”

That’s all it takes. My cock pulses untouched, exploding a thick puddle across my belly. Pump after pump unleashing into my belly button. I cry out as my hole flutters around his girthy dick. Begging to be filled by Coach’s milk.

“Fuck yes, ” Coach snarls, holding me possessively as his prick vibrates deep inside me.

He lets himself go. Buries his cock impossibly further into me as he pulls me into his hairy chest. I feel his dick seize and sputter, vibrating my core.

He roars out like an alpha as he starts to pump his thick milk into my guts, holding me through it. Filling my insides, spurt after spurt.

I feel every drop inside. How incredible it is. My own cock bursts another viscous squirt onto my tummy. No one has ever made me feel like this. Treasured and worshipped—cumming twice in the same session.

Coach stays inside for a long moment, too hard to pull out. “You are perfect baby,” he whispers into my ear. Presses a soft kiss to my cheek, a stark contrast to the way he just fucked the soul out of me.

Then he shifts, careful, rolling us over so I’m lying on his chest. His cock still buried inside me, lightly pulsing. I sigh, embracing the heat of his body, his chest rising and falling beneath me. Coach’s cock filling me ever-so-perfectly.

The room is quiet. My head rests on his damp fuzzy chest. His heartbeat pounds against my ear like a calming lullaby.

“You okay?” he murmurs, lips brushing a kiss to my forehead.

“More than okay,” I whisper, half-dazed, still completely full of him. “I could stay like this forever.”

“I don’t deserve you,” he says after a few seconds.

I lift my head just enough to meet his eyes. “Don’t say that.”

He exhales through his nose. “You make me feel like I’m twenty again,” he mutters. “But what if…what if I’m not enough for you?”

My heart aches at the sound of his words. “You are,” I say, cupping his jaw. “You’re more than enough. You are everything I could possibly desire.”

I press a strong kiss to his lips. “You’re the only man who’s ever made me feel safe. The only one I want to share a bed with. You are the only person that I can trust.”

Coach closes his eyes, holding me tighter, as if letting go might make me vanish into thin air.

“I don’t care about age,” I murmur into his neck. “Or titles. Or what anyone else thinks. You’re mine.”

His arms squeeze around me. “And you’re mine.”

I feel him relax in the way his arms are wrapped around me. Consumed by his hairy and cozy warmth. His beard resting on my forehead. This is what love feels like. Safe and utterly protected.