Page 27 of Coach’s Son (Twin Cities #2)

Fuck yeah. I’ll be his Sir, at least for tonight. At least someone will appreciate me… I picture his smooth bum, freshly waxed wearing pastel purple briefs.

Me: 1601 Crest St. Knock, I buzz. Don’t be late.

Troy: Cool cool. Be there in like 20. See you soon sexy boss.

My heart races with a jolt of adrenaline that I haven’t felt in weeks.

Sure, I feel a little guilty, but if Austin is getting railed by my twin, I’m sure that qualifies me for a bit of twink arse.

I hop myself in the shower for an extra precaution, even though I just freshened up after the game. More of a habit than anything. I scrub my cock clean, rubbing around my bush and between my thighs.

I dry off, leaving the towel on my hips. I won’t need any clothes to claim my twink.

Twenty minutes is a long fucking time when your cock is throbbing, begging to be inserted into a pair of cheeks. I set out two beers, checking myself out in the mirror, admiring my jawline, ignoring the few wrinkles of my forehead. I flex to check out my biceps for good measure.

When he knocks, my heart flutters like an idiot. I open the door, towering over him. A few inches shorter and he wouldn’t even need to be on his knees to suck me off. His cheeks are flushed with blood, turquoise eyes pleading for me to use him.

“Come in,” I stutter, like a buffoon.

His smile turns perky. “Hey, Troy.” Offering his hand out to mine. “Nice to meet you and your six pack.”

His scent is overwhelmingly irresistible, a blend of youth and sweetness. His fingers are warm and supple as they embrace mine.

I step back to allow him inside. My towel hangs low on my hips, my appendage rapidly growing, demanding attention from the dazzling blonde blessing my apartment with his presence.

Troy’s eyes notice my swooning bulge, the beautiful blue irises meeting mine. His pupils dilate as his desire speaks to my soul. He swallows, his Adam’s apple gulping down to his stomach.

“Go ahead, give him a touch.” I coax, closing the door.

“Sir, you are so big…,” he mumbles, a beam showing off his perfect pearls.

My chests constricts at the word sir… that word should be coming from Austin’s lips, but the fire it spreads through my cock is undeniable. It’s kind of pathetic how much weight that word holds over me, like a concrete anchor pounding against my sternum.

“You gonna be a good lad for your boss?” I taunt back, permitting myself to indulge in this innocence. “Come closer, let me get a taste of those bloody lips.”

He whimpers as he closes the inches between us, his mouth bracing for impact. Like an asteroid breeching the surface of the moon.

Our lips meet, both ravenous for a morsel of one another. His body trembles beneath my grip, his fragile frame melting into my strength. Troy’s mouth tastes of bubble gum cotton candy, an allure that only adds to his innocent charm.

I inhale as much saliva as he can offer, my mouth parched for his fluids.

He spits out his gum. “You like the taste of me?” he teases, slowly licking all three-hundred sixty degrees of his lips.

“Oh darling I can’t get enough of you. Your photo doesn’t do justice for these lips.” I growl, a lust yearning for every piece of this blondie—my mouth eager to delve into his cotton candy buffet.

He laughs, a bubbly sound that awakens a part of me that I thought was dead.

I grasp around the back of neck, pulling him closer.

He opens his mouth like a good boy, waiting for me to continue the conquest of his mouth.

Lips are tender, tongue is petite and quivering in anticipation.

I ravage my way inside, devouring every drop of salt and sugar.

“Yes Sir…” he murmurs, sending my heart spinning into a dazzling bonanza. The guilt disappearing from my consciousness.

I bloody deserve this. I deserve to be satisfied. Not sentenced to the sidelines, pouting in gloom until Austin decides that I’m worthy of him again.

My attention returns to this little twink. Troy is all hot and trembling, every ounce of him waiting for me to fill him up. And fuck will I, with my cock and my mouth at the same time. Hopefully he can handle the stretch of my prick.

He gasps as I land a spank on his ass, through those way too tight khaki pants. “I’m taking these off. Those legs deserve to be seen…” I growl.

“Yes Sir, take control.” He whimpers, his little bulge popping up as I roll the khakis down.

“Don’t you worry baby, you are going to be moaning for your boss all night long…”

“Oh yes!” He flutters his lashes, head nodding rapidly in elation.

I yank of his pastel purple underwear and launch him onto the bed, frame creaking, a sound of surprise escapes his lips as the bedframe stills.

My body lands next to his, my cock rolling up and down his smooth crease. Not a hair to feel. Troy is going to be fucking deliciously smooth.

I shift my face down to his arse, pulling both legs into the air. Delicate whimpers escape his mouth, causing beads of precum to pearl on my prick. This load is going to be massive. I can feel the pings of fluid rushing in my throbbing dick.

My nostrils inhale his sweet scent, reminiscent of cedar body wash. Tongue thrashing against his flawless pink hole. Mewls drawing out from his mouth, a succulent melody to my eardrums.

After pausing for a second, his whimpers cease, I resume my feast, burying my tongue inside his flesh, sliding past his burning sphincter. His muscles relax around my tongue, accepting my domain over his hole.

I pull back for a split-second. “You like getting your arse devoured don't ya?”

Troy squirms and gapes his hole at mouth, pleading for me to continue, but instead I stick in my middle finger—the girthiest and longest of my digits. I curl my finger upwards, a look of divine pleasure overwhelming his face, his mouth hanging open in sheer bliss.

My finger drives in and out, met with meek whines from his throat. Each sound drives me wild. I pace my finger faster and harder. His cock is pulsing against his tummy, savouring every moment of this.

I slip in a second finger, forcing his hole to expand around them both.

He lets out a flabbergasting gasp. “Sir, you are so big…”

“Just wait until you have my prick inside,” I chuckle, stroking my cock with my free hand.

“Put him in…” he begs, jerking his own prick with a vigor.

I simply can’t resist his whines. Those needy cries begging to be satisfied.

My crown rubs against his pink flesh, circling—teasing his tender hole. Watching him gape for me, begging to feel my girth.

Without warning, I push inside, spreading his flesh in an instant. He shrieks out in delight. Those beautiful turquoise irises locking with mine. Mouth open in serenity, as my cock glides in, pushing apart his silky insides.

I offer him my fingers to moan into, he clamps his teeth down on them, moans vibrating through my bones. Then I feel my bush against his soft bottom, fuck does he feel incredible. But not as good as Austin.

No matter how much I try to lie to myself, Austin is a once in a lifetime kind of bloke.

I soak in inside Troy for a fat second, his eyes look dizzy, as if he’s witnessing stars across his field of vision.

“How does your boss's cock feel?” I murmur.

“Oh sooo good…” he squeals out.

“You are a lucky guy… usually I don’t do this. Quite a treat you are getting tonight,” I growl into his ear.

“I know your cock is sensational,” he moans out, his face melting away in pleasure. “Fuck me Sir…”

Those words set a fire inside me. Setting the bonfire for me to cream him, soak his arse with my milk. He’s not walking out of this apartment until his behind is dripping with my seed.

And let me tell I’ve got loads built up, ready to explode. Like a bundle of dynamite that’s been waiting for bloody ages.

I thrust inside, playing around with his little prostate, thumping it look we are playing bumper cars, just to witness the quivers of bliss ripple across those pupils.

“Harder!” he begs, his cut prick bursting loads of precum onto his lower tummy.

“You are a desperate one huh?” I tease, grinding in circles.

He feels wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but there’s something missing. Is it the hair? Or just the muscles that Austin has?

I don’t fucking know.

Jesus Charlie, forget about him for one damn moment. Austin might think the world revolves around him, but you don’t have to think that too. Let him suffer the consequences of his actions for once. No matter if he might get hurt by your bastard twin.

“Mhmmm,” he whimpers, attempting to make some words, but it comes across as a mumbled moan.

I pound his arse with a new intensity. If he wants to be taken to pound town, fine. I’ll fucking him take him there and claim his smooth arse in the process.

My quads vibrate as I thrust in rapidly. Viscous short thrusts to stretch his tight sphincter. My cock will ruin his cute peach for a week or so. But I guarantee he’ll be back roaming the streets, waiting for a sexy top to pick him up from the bar.

“Ohhh I’m so close boss,” he whines out. His short cock begins to seize against his tummy. I thrust faster and more profoundly. I want to see that load burst across his stomach. Deliver him some salvation for tonight.

“Fuck yeah. Show me that load.” I growl, shoving my fingers down his throat.

He whimpers like a bitch, I glance down to see his burst of milk flooding into his navel.

“Ohhh that was good,” he laughs, a sense of relaxation over washing his body. His muscles going limp. “You gonna cum Sir?”

I swivel my head. “Nah, I reckon I’m alright.”

I do want to cum, burst my load into his twink body. But I just can’t. It doesn’t feel right.

Ughh. Maybe it’s not going to be this simple to move on from Austin. He’s got me in a chokehold I can’t slip free of. I tell myself to let him go, empty my noggin of every thought of him, but I can’t. Every perfection and imperfection of him is seared into my memory.

“Please…” he looks at me, his voice wavering, pouty eyes attempting to reel me back in.

“Sorry, not going to happen.” I murmur flatly, my prick beginning to lose it’s blood flow, like it knows that we’ve already checked out of the grocery store.

“Damn, really? You are going to fuck me, have me cum first and then not finish the job?” His disbelief grates through the air of the bedroom.

“I guess so.” I shrug, shaking my head. “Sorry, didn’t mean for to happen like this, but you are free to leave.” I flicker my eyes towards the door.

“Didn’t know British guys were so rude,” he huffs, slipping his clothes back on, his blonde hair sticking up in messy tufts. “Hope I don’t so you around town.”

Troy prances out the apartment, slamming the door with his exit.

Well what are you going to do? Hookups aren’t kumbayas. They don’t end with everyone holding hands, singing in harmony about their feelings. More often than not, someone walks away pissed off or disgust, ready to drown out the memory with a handle of Jack.

That’s the difference. That’s why Austin is so rare—why his chestnut eyes still have me mesmerised, even though he pretty much told me to fuck off tonight. I know he didn’t mean it. Not really. Those words were barbed by the wire Drew wrapped around him.

From the first night there was an instant spark, chemistry fizzing between us like baking soda and vinegar.

Once our mouths had a taste of one another, we were inseparable every day since that night.

Until my brother clawed his way in between us, smothering our beautiful reaction with his dark cloak.

And people say move on as if it’s that simple.

Like you can tell the universe to turn off gravity.

But it’s a fucking joke. He’s everywhere.

When I close my eyes in the shower, he’s up against the tile wall, laughter and moans filling the air.

When I am supposed to be rehearsing my field goals, all I can do is look over at him and Jackson practicing routes.

The two of them cracking jokes. The man that he supposedly hates for being engaged to his father.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Austin was meant to be mine. He wasn’t just a distraction from the grind—he was my American Dream. My home and my forever.

We fit together like two pieces of hardwood. Meant to age together through every wax and polish. Endure the good and weather the bad.

There’s no way it can end like this—him drowning in my brother’s poison, suffocated by Drew’s lies and hollow charm. Austin doesn’t belong in the dark, he deserves the noon sun, to shine on prime time.