Page 33 of Right Pucking Daddy (Daddies of the League #7)

TWENTY-SEVEN

SASHA

Pins and needles prickled across my skin as trepidation tingled through me. I uttered the question without thinking it through, and now I had no clue how to broach the concern plaguing me.

Pulling my hand from the boy’s ass took effort, but the questions I had would make playing with his hole weird even for a freak like me.

Needing something to keep us somewhat distracted, I picked up the shampoo on the shower ledge, massaging his scalp and hair until suds crowned his head.

He rolled his head back on his shoulders as he cuddled closer to me.

“In the club,” I started, “you said something about it being your first time, but you quickly added to it, saying it was your first time at the club.”

He hummed, but said nothing. His body didn’t tense up, so I forged ahead.

“Given the way you said it, I thought you were a virgin, and you were because rape and abuse, whichever it was, they don’t count… ”

He pulled his head from my shoulder, looking up at me. Tears gathered and pooled in his eyes, and I kissed his forehead, then tilted his head back to rinse out the soap suds.

When our eyes met again, he lifted his brow, so I continued, “I want to make sure that the things we’ve done, what we’ve shared… that it’s not been triggering for you.”

“I have safe words, right? If I used them, you’d respect them. You stopped immediately when you checked in with me that night, and I said I didn’t know. Then today you made me speak and reminded me of them again.”

“I know…

“I hear another but.” He chuckled at the growl that rumbled in my throat and said, “There’s something about you, Alex, that makes me free, safe.

Protected. And, I might make a mistake, but I feel like I can trust you.

Trust comes hard for me. Nearly freaking impossible.

So much so, I have one close friend. One.

That’s it. But I know in my gut that you won’t hurt me. ”

“Never intentionally. Unless it’s a kink thing and it’s something you want and have asked for and consented to.”

“You spanking me was hot,” he murmured.

My head fell back as I laughed. “Baby boy, that was a smack on your ass while you got dicked down. That wasn’t anywhere close to a spanking.”

“What’s the difference?”

I groaned as images of him strapped to a bench or a St. Andrew’s cross assaulted my mind. My cock filled, plumping at the sights I conjured, my memory providing me with the sounds I’d heard him make .

“Considering your dick is poking at me, it’s something you like.”

Laughter bubbled up out of me. God, this boy. He was a breath of fresh air and everything I’d ever wanted, but hid from, when I left hockey. With him in front of me, the years alone made sense. I was waiting for him.

I smacked a kiss to his forehead, then said, “The question is, would you like it?”

He smiled, his face pinkening up, his eyes trained on my chest as he shrugged. I didn’t expect him to respond, but the boy surprised me at every turn.

“If it feels as good as you swatting me did, I’m down,” he said, his voice soft but eager if the twitch of his dick was anything to go by.

The sound of his words fell silent, and he stilled. His shoulders slumped, and he took a step back, pulling out of my embrace.

“What’s wrong, baby boy?”

“We can’t be together. You’re my coach…”

“Unless you tell me to, I’m not fucking walking away from you. Is it wrong? Yes. Do I care? Not really. I want you too fucking much to let you go.”

He surged forward, his mouth meeting mine, and I groaned as need swarmed through me yet again.

I couldn’t get enough of this boy. I didn’t know how we were going to do this.

All I knew was that we would find a way, because the thought of walking away from him and the way he made me feel…

yeah, there wasn’t a word for what that thought did to my brain, body, an d the lump of ticking muscle in my chest that I swore wasn’t capable of feeling what other people said it was.

He pulled away, his hands finding my face, and I smiled as I looked down at him. His grey eyes glittered. His plump bottom lip caught between his teeth while a smile tugged at his mouth.

“Really?” he asked.

I nodded, kissing his lips again. Only not as furiously as he had mine seconds ago. “Yes, really. We will have to be discreet.”

He nodded, drawing patterns across my chest. “So, no more sex on your office couch or showers in your private bathroom?”

I laughed. “Definitely not, but luckily for us, we have memberships to a very discreet club with private rooms.”

“True. And their privacy policies are off the chain.”

“Yes, but we still need to be careful what we say around certain people. Coach Grigor has two brothers at the club.”

“Is Grigor…”

“Not to my knowledge. The way he and Ewen both talked, I’m going with no.”

I would try to find out for sure, because I couldn’t have the boy’s reputation in the last year of draft eligibility called into question.

From what I’d seen on the ice, the kid had skill.

Considering the caliber of players on the team, I was confident he’d blow that assessment out of the water the further the season progressed.

Then there was the team.

With the stink left behind by Muncy, I had a sneaking suspicion the school only reached out to me because they couldn’t get anyone else to take the job.

. That didn’t put me off. Not in the least. I didn’t have the resume for a Division 1 head coaching position.

So when they came knocking, I figured there was something up.

After meeting with Michelson, I knew things were bad, but it was after the announcement that they proved my initial assumption about why they hired someone with zero experience was correct.

Calls and texts poured in. The hockey community was tight-knit. We all knew each other.

So, I couldn’t risk us getting caught either. The team had no other options. I knew Grigor would step up if it became absolutely necessary, but I also knew he didn’t want to, and I didn’t want to force his hand.

“Good, I’ll leave all that adulting stuff to you,” Aiden said.

“You do that, baby boy. It’s what I want. You focus on school and hockey, and I’ll focus on all the serious shit,” I said, kissing his forehead.

I would blame Aiden for all the forehead kisses and sweetness.

That had never been my thing. All the other boys I’d played with it was to release the sadist in me.

That side would come out with Aiden as well, but he brought out the nurturing Daddy and pleasure Dom more than the brat-taming primal sadist. I looked forward to exploring with him.

He nodded, picking up the body wash and loofah, and starting at my shoulders, he washed me. As I watched him, I marveled. I’d heard for years how fluid kink was, that it changed depending on who you were with and what their needs were.

He dropped to his knees, his hands and the loofah moved down my legs. The focus I saw on the ice during practice, came through now as well. He was gorgeous. Especially on his knees in front of me. I threaded my fingers through his hair. His eyes lifted to meet mine.

“So perfect.”

He blushed and my cock jumped bumping against his chin. His eyes held mine as his tongue swept over his plump, pink lips.

“Are you wanting your throat fucked, boy?”

His head bobbed eagerly, so I stepped back into the water. Letting the water cascade over me, I rinsed away the soap. My cock strained and bobbed as I watched his eyes devour the sight before him. I grasped my dick before stepping forward.

“Far be it from me to waste such an amazing offer. Suck my cock, and do it quickly. I don’t want your knees on that tile for long.”

He opened his mouth, his tongue cupped, and I slid inside with a groan. His hands came up to my ass and mine fisted in his hair as I eased into his mouth and throat until he gagged. The convulsions around my dick pulled a groan from my chest and I fucked into him.

“Keep your eyes on mine, boy.”

Nodding, he opened them wide and stared up at me, repositioning himself. I slid in a bit more, and he gagged again. I lost my cool. I fucked him mercilessly, reminding him to pinch or tap my thigh if he needed a break.

“You suck Daddy’s cock so good, baby.”

He hummed, the vibrations shooting zings of pleasure through me, and I went faster and deeper.

Water beaded on his lashes, but it couldn’t be from the shower.

The spray pelted my back between my shoulder blades.

And fuck if the sight of him crying as he gagged and drooled around me didn’t draw my nuts up.

The orgasm I wanted to come quickly came faster than I planned.

“Jack yourself off.”

Instead of following my command, his head shook left and right so barely that had I not been holding his head, I might not have realized it. His fingernails dug into my ass, pulling me to him. The tears that had hovered fell, and I groaned, coming down his throat.

I pulled him to his feet, licking my cum from his mouth. His chest heaved against mine as I said, “Fuck me, baby. Those eyes were meant to cry for me. Those lips were made to be wrapped around me.”

I moved my hand to his dick and his face got red. I arched my brow and he whispered. “I couldn’t help myself. That was hot.”

I laughed and kissed him again, then rinsed us both before turning the shower off.

We moved out of the shower, dressing next to one another.

Domesticated wasn’t something I’d ever been into.

I played, fucked, and ducked out as quickly as possible afterward.

But not with Aiden. With him, this all seemed as natural as breathing.

I glanced at the clock and said, “It’s almost time for Hawk’s walk. What’s on your agenda for the rest of the night?”

He looked at me with a shy smirk, the innocence pulled me in and made me want to conquer the world for him.