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raps ofps of
Muddays bad been packed–drills, meetings, and way too much time time
bove wing other men’s egos. Mornings with Daniels mapping play plays.
altgenoptis argaing lineups with the dean, and whatev
lame had left diused to quietly line up the right people to hearch ach my
bund Beques didn’t just magically show up in the bleachers they find had
to be madged, bribed, or sweet–talked into paying attention But Noahoah
madest worth the hustle. He was ridiculous–fast, smartphungrungy in a
way that made everyone else look lazy, lazy
What started as a half–assed reward system–good practice, goedgood
reports, equals one very private prize–had turned into theorbetmost
effective tactic I’d ever stumbled into. Not that I’d ever puttepulled
tomething like that before, jesus. Completely unprofessióessional.
Possibly illegal. Definitely fucked up. But hell if it didntidotwork.
And let’s be real–if I expected him to stay focusedukathfaithful, and
bleeding for me on game day, I had to give him somehmethingo A horny
young guy like him, running hot twenty–four seven, wars, wasubot about to
go: Monday through Friday without sex as hevdrę etsy eloquently argued,
nge than once. So I doled out the favors like ditet bunch calling plays-
med, conditional, and always at my discretioneS00. Soome a touchdown,
ush a drill, ace a test, and he got pratserland heddie got paid in the
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only currency that really kept him loyal. Not like some warped dad
patting his kid for good grades–fuck that–but like a man who knew
exactly how to buy devotion: with fuckings, some humiliation, and
the kind of praise that made him melt.
So, every day I made him wait. He did the extra drills, the two extra
hours of gym, the sprints that left his calves trembling–then he came
back in, breathless and begging, and I gave him wh ¿ wanted. Not
that I was giving him everything he wanted, but at least I was giving
him the release he needed–we both needed. And, yeah, he could deny
it all he wanted, but he loved being under my control.
I craved the rough edges of him–my cock jamming down his throat,
pressing him to the tile as I fucked his face, stroking his cock. I loved
watching him swallow my whole length until I decided he could have
release with those magical words: Come for me, baby boy.
Last night’s variation had been almost tender in its cruelty. Instead of
the usual domination, we pressed together–cock to cock–hands
wrapped around each other while the water hammered down our
bodies. We stroked and thrust against one another until his body
shook with the effort of holding back. I made him wait on purpose,
because I wanted him frayed and raw for the four words I used like a
trigger. When I finally gave them, we came hard together, a chaotic,
breathless surrender that tasted like risk and adrenaline. Afterwards I
lathered a sponge and washed him down with my body wash so he
could go to his guitar lesson smelling clean and carrying my scent
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like a secret. He liked that, and I liked knowing he carried me with
him.
Then, like every other evening, I left him to finish his shower and dress while I walked out on my own. I hated leaving him–hated it the way you hate walking away from something that isn’t yours to keep
forever.
came too damn soon–our se big game of the season,
entral State. We were read
all week, sharpening them hunger in their chests. You h, every smack on the shou
ey wanted this.
- h. Practice had been
and the boys carried -every breath, every warmup carried a spark.
was finishing a meeting o knock came on my office goodbye, Behind him, th
ers stacked high, when a tepped out, nodding his
“Coach Aiden,” No
e picture of seriousness, “I have
an important qu
I motion
gain
Closing the door, I leaned back
tion? Everything okay?”
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He hesitated–just long enough for my concern to prick–then
dropped it like a bomb. “Well… we have a game tonight, so…” He
glanced up through his lashes, cocky as hell. “My question was when
am I gonna get to suck you?”
My eyes flew open wide. The bastard. I hissed at him before anyone walking by could hear through the door. “Keep your fucking voice
down.” I grabbed his arm, pulling him close enoug
bite his ear
with my words. “I’ll make sure you can suck me extra hard tomorrow
night–after I beat your ass for trying this shit in my office again.”
He pouted, lips curling into the kind of whine that always got him into deeper trouble. “But, Sir–Coach… I need my dose of luck for the
game. I need it. You know that.”
I turned him around by the elbow and marched him to the door. “And
that will be five.”
He gaped at me, outrage painted across his face. “What? I only said
two things!”
“It’s the thought that counts. And your whining just raised it to six.” I
gave him the smirk he hated and loved at once.
He groaned, dragging a hand through his hair, but stayed quiet this
time. Smart boy.
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“Goodbye, Blake,” I said, kicking him out with a smile I kept hidden
until the door shut between us.
That evening, the stakes felt higher than ever. I’d planted a couple of seeds in the audience–scouts who might take notice if Noah did what I knew he could. Raw possibilities, nothing guaranteed, but enough to
stir my nerves,
Funny thing–I’d never been this tense when it was me in cleats. But standing on the sidelines, watching my boys line up, helmets gleaming under the lights, the weight in my chest was unbearable. They were eager, prepared, restless with excitement. My boys. My
team. And God, I was proud of every damn one of them.
Then I saw him. Freshly showered, hair damp, eyes bright like they
held their own floodlights. His teammates clapped his back, hyping
him up, and he gave as much as he got, soaking in the energy.
I pulled them all into the locker room circle, raising my voice for the
pep talk. The stadium was already roaring outside, the cheerleaders
lined at the tunnel doors, the air so charged it felt electric against my
skin.
This was it. My boys were ready. And so was he.
Just before they headed out, I caught his eye across the locker room.
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“Blake, give me a hand real quick.” The excuse didn’t matter–no one
gave a shit–I just needed him alone.
He followed me without question, like he always did. The second the
door shut behind him, I turned and shoved him back against the wall.
His eyes went wide, but before he could speak I crushed my mouth to
his, kissing him hard, greedy, reckless.
When I finally pulled back, he was panting, lips swollen, stunned-
but grinning like I’d just handed him the world.
I shoved his helmet into his chest, letting my own smile twist
devilish. “There’s your good luck. Now go win us this game, baby
boy.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
