Page 4 of Coach's Assist
“Mad?” I breathed, sucking in a sharp breath of air when he spun me around to face the tiled shower wall.
“Not at all,” he promised, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Then, using his foot, he nudged my feet apart until my legs were spread to his liking. A shiver raced down my spine, and my nipples pebbled when he slid slick, soapy fingers between my ass cheeks. When he circled my rim, more precum leaked onto the floor, and my cock jerked.
“Jett,” I gasped.
“I have to stretch you, baby,” he rasped, pressing one slick finger inside of me. My head fell back, coming to rest on his shoulder. He licked a path up my wet neck before sucking my earlobe into his mouth, gently nibbling on the flesh. I whined.
“I need you inside of me,” I panted.
“Hold on,” he murmured. “Let me stretch you, baby. I’m not hurting you. I fuckingrefuseto hurt you. Just be patient.”
When it came to Jett, patience was a virtue I seriously lacked.
I trembled as he worked me open, soft noises and whimpers spilling past my lips as he stroked my prostate relentlessly, forcing me to relax more and more for him so he could stretch me faster. But as soon as he deemed me ready, he braced his hand on the back of my neck, pinning me to the wall, then gripped my hips, dragging them back.
“Hold yourself open for me,” he ordered, his voice rough and strained.
I did so without hesitation, my hands reaching behind me to grip my ass cheeks and pull them apart so I was bared to him. My head was spinning, and I knew my fever was rising, but I needed this more than I needed to lay back down.
Besides, I knew Jett would never let me collapse.
I sucked in a sharp breath when his cock head pressed against my entrance, and then, he was sinking inside, filling me up. I moaned long and low, my eyelids drooping as my body stretched to accommodate him.
“So full,” I moaned brokenly. “Jett, fuck me. Please.”
“I am, baby,” he promised. He moved his arm from the back of my neck, only to wrap it around my torso. He pulled me up and hauled me back against him, pressing my back to his chest. And then, he fucked me, his cock pounding in and out of me with so much force and so fast, I went dizzy from it.
And when his hand fisted my cock, I was done for. I didn’t last more than two strokes before I was painting his hand and the shower floor, coming so fucking hard, tears streaked down my face and my entire body began to tremble from the force of it.
“Fuuuck, Damien,” Jett growled in my ear. “You really needed to come, didn’t you, baby? There’s so fucking much of it.” He slid his hand up my torso, smearing my cum across my skin, and then, his hand was latching around my jaw, turning my head so he could kiss me.
“So fucking pretty, baby,” he rumbled, his hips beginning to fall off rhythm. I whimpered into his mouth, my chest tightening at his praise. “So fuckingperfect. Fuck, I can’t believe I’ve waited so long to make youmine.”
And then, he was coming, his cum splashing along my insides. My knees buckled, and we sank to the shower floor together. I sagged back against him, my legs too weak to hold me up any longer. Jett crooned something softly in my ear, but I was too tired and too cum drunk to really understand what he was saying.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I managed to hear him say as he shut the water off and stood from the floor with me cradled against his chest. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
Then, his lips were meeting mine in another kiss, this one much softer and slower. More tender.
And my heart damn near exploded in my chest.
CHAPTER4
Jett
I could feelDamien’s eyes tracking every move I made as I worked my way around the kitchen, trying to throw together a meal that would be easy on his stomach. We both needed to eat, him more so than me since he was not only sick but he’d also played almost half the game that night. I just hoped I had something light enough for him to eat and keep down.
“This is shockingly hot,” Damien suddenly murmured.
I looked at him over my shoulder. He was sitting in the living room on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his bare shoulders. His legs were tucked up under him on the couch, and his damp hair was tousled on top of his head, making him look decidedly ruffled and downright sexy.
“What’s hot?” I asked.
“You cooking for me,” he answered, his voice raspy from being sick. Even that sounded hot as fuck. He already had a voice meant for porn. Adding that raspy note to it had my dick perking back up despite having come not that long ago. “It’s hot.”
I smirked. “No more sex tonight, Damien,” I warned him.
He groaned and dropped his head back to rest on the back of the couch. “That’s not fair.”
