Page 19 of Coach's Son
His lips part, voice trembling, but to no avail. Just a flicker of panic occupying his eyes. His cheeks burning bright from flush. The silence tells me everything that I need to know.
“It’s okay, Lover Boy,” I murmur, savouring the way the nickname makes him flinch, halfway between curiosity and disgust, “That’s my new name for you. You understand?”
Austin swallows hard, nodding his head. His pupils entangled with fear and shame.
“Good lad,” I grin, leaning in close enough that he can’t escape the weight of my breath, hovering over him like a ton of steel. His body’s pinned by nothing but my presence. “As long as you answer when I ring, I won’t breathe a bloody word to my brother about this. Deal, mate?”
“Yes…” he mutters, eyes pleading for more of my touch. The flicker booming, as I remove my hands from him. He's bloody starving from my absence already.
Tragic and desperate. Just how I like 'em.
Charlie thinks he’s the only one who can have this boy. He’s wrong. I’m not here to force Austin to do anything. That’d be too easy. I want his mind, body, and soul to be convinced that there’s only one inevitable answer.
Drew Evans.
The God. The Legend. The league's best motherfucking goalie.
“Good session,” I say with a grin, pushing myself up from the mat as if nothing at all had transpired. “See you about town, mate.”
His mouth hovers open in shock. “Are you just going to leave me like this? Rock hard?”
I chuckle, biting my lower lip as I flex my biceps, letting him drink it in the perfect image of me. “Don’t worry,Lover Boy. You’ll get your relief when you’ve earned it.” I wink, stepping back toward the door. “Keep your phone close. I’ll be ringing soon.”
I leave him there, sprawled on the mat with his cock dripping through his shorts like a leaking garden hose. His eyes are ravenous,hungry enough I almost expect him to spring up, shove me against the wall, and finally bend over to receive what he hankers for. I wouldn’t stop him. Christ, I’d welcome it. But he needs to show some initiative if he wants my dick. I’ll keep putting him through the wringer until he cracks—until the need festers his insides.
My prick is a fricking miracle. My cream is a blessing. I need to see him more broken before I can fix him.
Soon enough though, he’ll be bursting, core so full of lust for me, that he’ll be drowning in it. Suffocating for my relief.
Charlie’s going to be bloody mental when he realises he can’t keep his white dove locked up forever. The door is barely on the hinges anymore.
Not my fault I’ve got game. I’m a bloody goalie for Christ’s sakes, not a wimpy kicker who’s too afraid to take a hit.
Oi, Ref, they knocked me over. Flag! Flag!
Bloody pansy.
I’ll let him posture, let him strut around thinking Austin’s safe in his arms. We’ll see how long that lasts. Sooner or later, the lad will slip, and when he does, he won’t be playing house with Charlie anymore. He’ll be playing it with me.
My Lover Boy.
Cooking me pancakes in nothing but his jock, arse bouncing against me as I fuck him slow at the stove, his hands trembling as he tries not to burn breakfast. Whining when I thrust too deep, but never daring to stop flipping those cakes until I say so.
Then I’ll drag him off the counter, bend him over the table, syrup still warm and sticky in the jar, and make him spread it across mycock with that pretty mouth before I stuff him full again. He’ll whimper, swear he still loves Charlie, but the way he swallows my cock will tell a different story.
I’ll have him clean my kit while kneeling between my legs, licking me down under God’s command. Get him on all fours in my flat, Charlie’s, in the bloody locker room—anywhere I choose. And he’ll take it, every bit of my prick whenever I want, because by then his body will know no other master.
Charlie will see it in his eyes soon. A dazed and starving look Lover Boy gets once I’ve wrung him out. He’ll realise he’s lost. That the only place Austin belongs is under me. Forever mine.
I’ll brand him with my ink. Sear my name into his skin permanently, while he begs me to. Not while under duress, but through his addiction to me. The urge to please me. The needle buzzing, carving me into him forever. He’ll whimper through the sting, cock hard the entire time, resisting the urge to shoot his load.
It's only a matter of time until you are mineLover Boy.
Chapter 7
Charlie
Thefirstnightwemet was a bloodbath composed of sweat and cream. Austin and I fighting for dominance, battling to see who would come out on top. We collided like two bulls let loose in an arena, neither of us willing to yield. His mouth was an inferno and mine was sharpened obsidian, embers flying every time our lips tore at each other.
