Juniper Causeways Curved Mountain Boroughs by Cyrus Vail 9

Chapter 9 

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My own hand found my cock. I didn’t even realize I’d moved, I matched his pace. My hips thrust into my palm, desperate and unsteady. 

I was going to come. I could feel it–tight, hot, inevitable. 

But then he grunted. His expression twisted with pleasure as his cock twitched, and thick jets of cum painted the tile. 

Fuck. 

I clenched hard, stopping myself at the edge of release, my whole body screaming with denial. I couldn’t look away. I watched his cock swell, twitch again, another drop glistening at the tip as he ran his fingers down one last time and turned the water back on. 

I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. 

This was my chance. My only one. 

I turned quietly, backing toward the hall like a thief escaping the scene of a crime. 

And then I heard it. 

A laugh. 

Low. Muffled. 

I stopped. 

Every muscle locked up like I was a kid caught stealing candy. 

Slowly, I turned, and there he was, looking right at me. 

Coach Aiden Mercer, standing in the shower, dripping, powerful, and smirking–like he’d known I was there all along. 

Like he always did. 

***** 

I slammed the door behind me and collapsed onto the bed, heart pounding like I’d just run a fucking marathon. 

“Fuck,” I groaned, dragging a hand over my face. 

What the hell had I just done? 

I shouldn’t have watched him. Shouldn’t have touched myself. And I definitely shouldn’t have just stood there, drooling in the shadows like some pervy creep while my coach- 

“Fuck,” I said again, louder this time. 

I stared at the ceiling, willing the heat in my face to fade. It didn’t. 

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Every time I blinked, I saw it again. Him. His body. His hand. 

His release. 

And then the smirk. That smug, knowing look that said he’d seen me the whole time. That he hadn’t minded. That maybe he wanted me to watch 

I groaned into my pillow and slammed my fist into it. “Stupid. Stupid. STUPID.” 

I needed to talk to someone. But I couldn’t exactly call my teammates and say, “lley, so I just watched our coach jerk off in the shower and also might’v done the same from the hallway, Wanna unpack that with me?” 

Nope. There was only one person I could talk to. 

I opened ObeyNet and clicked on the familiar chat. 

ME: 

I just did something fucking stupid. 

Idk what got into me. 

A few seconds passed. 

Then the reply came. 

Mr. A: 

What did you do, baby boy? 

I winced at the nickname. My cock twitched. 

Fucking traitor. 

ME: 

I saw someone. 

In the shower. 

My coach–jerking off. 

He didn’t see me at first. I think. 

I just… I was curious. 

I didn’t mean to stay. But I did. And I… yeah. 

There was a pause. My screen didn’t refresh. I held my breath. 

Mr. A: 

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4:23 pm 

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Did you enjoy it? 

I swallowed hard. 

ME: 

That’s not the point. 

He’s my coach. It was messed up. 

Mr. A: 

That’s not what I asked. 

Did you enjoy it? 

Or were you wishing it was you under that stream? 

His hands on you? 

My heart slammed against my ribs. 

ME: 

Of course not! 

I told you. He’s my coach. I’m not even- 

Mr. A: 

What if they were my hands instead? Would you like me to do that to you? 

I sat up in bed, fully hard, eyes burning. 

ME: 

Maybe I would. Maybe I wouldn’t. 

Or maybe I’d do it to you… 

Guess you’ll never know. 

You refused to meet me, remember? 

I stared at the screen, pulse racing. Smug. Defensive. Desperate. 

Then the reply came, and it made my entire body go still. 

Mr. A: 

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4:23 pm 

Chapter 9 

Be careful, baby boy. 

IVI 

I might take you up on that sooner than you think…. 

Comments 

R Visitor 

Damn!! where ObeyNet at. 

7 days ago 

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