Page 116 of The Off-Limits Play

Her luscious lips wrap around my cock, and I pull in a sharp breath, staring at my computer screen and begging the universe to show a little mercy.

But that asshole just has yet another belly laugh as Coach heads my way.

He’s got a polite smile on his face, and I don’t know what the fuck my mouth is doing. It’s hard to concentrate when my little kitten is licking my cock like a lollipop.

“Hey, Carson.”

“Hey, Coach,” I croak.

Nylah’s lips curl into a smile—I can feel it forming around my dick—just before she starts to suck.

Shit. I can’t do this. Oh fuck!

Grabbing my pen, I clench it in my hand while curling my foot under the chair Nylah was sitting in. It’s hiding her pretty well, and all I can do is keep Coach’s eyes on my face, because if he gets one fucking whiff of his daughter sucking me off under the table, I am a dead man.

She’s gonna pay for this.

Oh man, she is going to pay good.

“What are you doing in the library, Coach?” I try to keep my voice even but also loud enough to drown out any noise Nylah might make.

“I like to wander in here when I have a few minutes to spare. Check on my players, see if any of them need help or encouragement.” He points to my computer screen. “What are you working on right now?”

“Oh, uh…” I clench my jaw as a spike of pleasure drives straight through my abdomen. She feels so fucking good right now. With a death grip on my pen, I squint at my computer screen and clear my throat. “It’s just an essay on, uh… I mean, like an assignment for one of my engineering classes.”

“Good job. You enjoying it?” Coach goes to squeeze my shoulder, but I flinch away from him.

He raises his hand in apology and gives me another smile.

Fuck. I feel like shit right now. He’s gonna end me when this comes out.

It can’t come out. Just never let him find out about you and Nylah. Play the fucking role, man!

I can’t. I’ve got a pornographic groan rising in me that I don’t think I can clamp down.

You grind your teeth together and take it!

With a thick swallow, I force a smile and nod. “I love engines.”

“Yeah, well, you take pretty good care of that bike of yours, so I can believe it.” He nods and smiles again. “And… great job at the game on Friday. You’re doing really well this season, Carson. I’ve noticed a shift in your attitude, and I’m really proud of you.”

And there goes my world again, shifting out from under me.

Have I entered another fucking dimension?

The best girl I know loves me, and now Coach is proud of me? What the fuck? Shit like this does not happen to me.

Push back your chair. Show him what the hell is going on, and then things can return to normal already.

But I don’t want them to.

The idea of going back to the way things were before suddenly sucks, so I press my elbow into the table, fighting the next wave of pleasure that’s rushing through me.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it.” Coach points at me and starts walking away.

“Thank you, sir,” I mumble after him, and he nods, raising his hand in farewell.

As soon as his back is turned, I grunt into my fist, Nylah’s mouth working me over until I’m about to fucking squirt all over her tongue.

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