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SILAS

A s I levered up and down on Damien’s cock, I vowed to do what I’d promised.

We were going to break this fucking bed. Or die trying.

I knew that neither one of us was going to be the same after this.

Fucking was always a good time, but this, us, was not fucking.

Damien was mine and I was his, and we were staking our claim on each other.

That’s what was going on. A month ago, I would’ve rolled my eyes at the very thought of belonging to anyone.

Now? It was all I wanted. I was caught up in my feelings, not just my body’s reaction, and that’s what made the rush of us coming together so electric.

There was nothing sexier than the man lying beneath me, his raven hair mussed from my hands, his ocean blues revealing more than words could say.

Damien slid one callused hand around my cock and stroked me off, his other holding tight to my hip, pulling me in as close as we could get.

I rocked my hips and Damien rutted in and out of me, his cock nailing my prostate with every thrust. God, the feel of him bare inside me was so fucking amazing that I couldn’t contain the satisfied moans that rumbled out of my chest.

“That’s it, Damien,” I urged him. “Fuck me. Own me.”

A dark flush stained his cheekbones and neck as we strained closer, our movements frantic as we fucked hard. I leaned in and took his mouth in a fierce kiss, wanting to be all over him, connected in every way.

“Silas, I need… need you,” he whispered. “So fucking bad.”

“I know, baby. I need you, too.”

Heady emotions I’d tried to contain were rising to the surface and there was nothing I could do to stop them.

“Come for me,” Damien insisted, his fingers digging into my hip, his eyes locking with mine, “Let go, Si. Trust me and let go. I’m here. I’ve got you. It’s me, baby. It’s me.”

“Damien.”

That wasn’t the way. I had other people’s back, but no one had mine. I didn’t need them to. I was used to being the caretaker, not the one in need of caring. I couldn’t let go. Not fully. Not ever. Who would be there to pick up the pieces when I shattered?

“Me,” Damien replied. “I’m the one who’s got you.”

“No one’s ever?—”

“I know,” Damien groaned, his voice hoarse. “Stop fighting it. Let go. I need you to let go.”

My climax spiraled higher and higher as I lost all control, fucking him in a frenzy, every touch, every groan, every word pushing me to my absolute limit. I chased the hard dick in my ass and the rough hand on my cock, so much pleasure, all my synapses firing at once.

“That’s it,” Damien encouraged. “So fucking sexy. All mine. And I’m yours. Mark me with your cum, Silas. Do it now.”

Damien’s order pushed me right over the edge, my balls pulling up tight. I couldn’t hold out any longer. Pleasure suffused my body as my orgasm unleashed, cum shooting out of my dick and hitting Damien’s chest, his neck, even his face.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Damien chanted as he fucked into me, every thrust like lightning striking inside of me.

Then his body went rigid as he came long and hard, the hot rush of cum filling up my ass.

Both of us were slick with sweat, gasping for air, and holding hard to each other. I collapsed on top of him, my stamina wiped out in the face of that incredible orgasm. I didn’t care that my cum was sticky between us, or that we’d be glued together in no short order.

“I’ve never come that hard before. I think you broke my dick,” Damien quipped as he wrapped his arms around me and clenched me tight.

Fucking hell, he better not let go of me. I was right where I belonged.

“Please God no,” I replied and gave his neck playful nip. “We were only supposed to break the bed.”

“The bed’s still intact, so I’d say we need to try again,” Damien replied and took my lips in a languid kiss. “And again, and again. Practice makes perfect.”

I silenced his teasing with my tongue.

“You’re not playing fair,” he whispered.

“I’m not playing,” I countered.

There were more kisses as we made out like horny teenagers. I didn’t know how much time passed, an hour, two, as we lay there together, neither of us in any hurry to leave each other or Damien’s bed.

Until my damn stomach growled.

Damien thought it was hilarious, and when I tried to swat his ass in retaliation, he laughed so hard he nearly rolled right off the bed and onto the floor. I caught him in time and proceeded to kiss the ever-loving fuck out of him, which made us both smile.

“You promised me steak,” Damien insisted when I let him come up for air.

“So freaking demanding.” I chuckled. “Anything else?”

“Don’t put a shirt on.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

After we took a quick shower, I pulled on my cargo pants and Damien reached for his shorts.

“Damn shame,” I admitted as I eye-fucked him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get naked later.”

I reached for him, my arm snaking around his waist as I guided him out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. We paused every five seconds or so, unable to stop kissing, until we were both punch-drunk and out of breath.

By the time we made it to the kitchen, Damien and I were hot, the steaks were room temperature, and the beer was ice-cold. All around, it was… perfection. We worked in tandem as we prepared dinner, stopping only to trade kisses and lingering touches.

With the meat on the grill and the potatoes in the air fryer, we grabbed a couple of beers and sat down on the deck and watched the day turn into night.

A half hour later, everything was ready. We fed each other bites of food, and talked for hours until our voices turned hoarse.

But as the night grew darker, Damien’s relaxed demeanor began to shift. I squeezed his hand, determined to find out why.

“What are you worrying about?” I asked him.

He turned his head, his eyes clearly troubled.

“You’ve got another year left at Sutton. So do I. And I don’t know how we’re going to manage to keep this”—he pointed between us—“a secret. I’ve got a pretty good game face, but it doesn’t apply in this case. You’ve completely wrecked my ability to remain indifferent.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that. Knowing I was the only one who could get under his glacial armor? That was heady stuff. It did more than turn me on; it filled me with pride.

Damien shook his head. “You like that, eh?”

“Damn right,” I replied and raised his hand to my mouth, kissing his knuckles.

“And you’re getting worked up for no reason.

I know me, and I know you. We can play this cool.

And if we slip, so what? Plenty of college students have relationships with their teachers. It’s not like we’re the only ones.”

“I don’t imagine that anyone at the school, or the board, would like to hear you say that.”

“It’s the truth.”

“I know that it happens, but it doesn’t look good for a coach to be involved with his player. Think of what your teammates would have to say.” Damien sighed. “One, or maybe both of us, is going to get hurt.”

“You don’t know that,” I insisted. “And fuck what other people think, Damien. You didn’t pressure me into this relationship. I made my own choice.”

“Other people won’t assume that’s the case. And maybe there’s a warning in there. I’ve stepped over a line, and I should probably recuse myself before we both end up ruining everything we’ve worked hard for.”

“No. Our team needs you.”

Fuck it, I wasn’t backing down. I leaned over and kissed Damien. Hard.

“More importantly, I need you.”

“Baby.” Damian cupped my face. “Think about what would happen if the situation were reversed, if you were in my role?”

Damien had a point; I didn’t want to fuck up his life.

But I didn’t want to lose him. Selfishly, I couldn’t give him up, and I didn’t want him to give up on me either.

For the first time in years, I wanted something that was mine, and only mine.

Damien was so much more than a lover; I connected with him in a way I’d never felt with any other man.

I could talk to him about anything and be myself with him.

He was a man I respected and admired, a man that was kind and caring underneath all those sharp edges.

A man I loved… Holy fucking hell, I was falling in love with Damien.

The stakes weren’t high; they were all or nothing.

“I get it, I do.” I paused, looking away, trying to control the reckless feelings tumbling around inside me. I wanted to say “fuck everyone else” but that wasn’t realistic. “I promise that we’ll keep this between us. We can be discreet.”

I glanced over at Damien again, and he nodded.

“Then there’s another issue. Are you going to be able to take my direction on the ice and not take it personally?”

“Of course.”

“Silas.” Damien raised one eyebrow.

“What?” I chuckled and silenced him with another kiss. “We’re still us, right? I’ll take your advice, but that doesn’t mean I won’t try pushing back once in a while.”

“Once in a while?”

“Relax, it’s all gonna work out,” I assured him.

“I hope so,” he quietly admitted. “I want us. I’m sure from the outside looking in, this is completely wrong, a disaster waiting to happen, but nothing has ever felt so right. I can’t explain it any other way.”

We stared at each other, nothing and no one between us.

“I know,” I whispered, wanting to say the words trapped in my chest. Not yet. But soon. “It’s amazing.”

“Best feeling ever.”

“Better than playing pro?” I teased him, trying to lighten the mood.

“There’s no comparison.”

He smiled and squeezed my hand.

In that moment, I knew I wasn’t alone. Damien was falling for me too.