Page 70 of Coach's Son
He leans in close, holding my body tightly in place, his fuzzy chest rubbing into me with every delightful slam of his hips. I can’t wriggle an inch, even if I wanted to.
Christ, I want to stay like this for the rest of my life. Pinned down in place with a cock buried in my guts.
Paradise.
Like I'm a PiñaColada waiting for its splash of coconut cream.
His breath scorches the shell of my ear, letting me hear every low vibration from his voice box tingle down my vertebrae.
One arm is snaked around my waist, while he shoves the other down my throat to choke out my whimpers that are turned to sloppy gagged moans. I suck his fingers and his hand the best I can. I fucking love it, every violent thrust, having my mouth and bottom stuffed simultaneously. I’m so cl—"
“Captain’s boy, aren’t you. You want to be creamed like the bloody cum slut that you really are?” he purrs to my core.
My cock bursts its load onto my tummy, filling the space of my navel. A sticky mess born of sweat and lust.
“Yes Captain. Please fill me.” I whimper, my hole fluttering around him.
“I’m 'bout to bloody—” Charlie bellows as I embrace his warm release, diligently accepting every drop of his milk.
I gasp out as the first gush pours inside, swamping me with that viscous steaming cream. My insides part to make room, shuddering around the sudden expansion. He drives infinitely deeper, holding in place and gushing again and again.
My body clenches around him, begging for more—desperate to satisfy and be satisfied.
“I love you so much,” he whispers hoarsely, soaking his cock inside, his sweat dripping onto me. His words penetrate my heart.
He has finally given me the antidote to unpoison my brain. At last freeing the stranglehold of his brother.
“I love you too, Charlie."
I mean every word the most I can, with every fiber of my soul. He’s the man to shield me. The one to stand between him and Drew. The sun to ward off the darkness.
Charlie pulls out, and I hop off the counter, trying to make sure none of his milk leaks to the ground.
“Love, I’m gonna head to the shower. I’ll see you in there,” he says with a kiss to my cheek. His lips are tender and breath stealing with every touch, always tethering me to the present. For a fleeting moment, I imagine their sensation every morning and night, keeping me warm and fortified from the shadows.
“I’ll be in shortly.” I smile and then notice my phone buzzing in my pants.
Who is trying to reach me now… I swear I can’t have a moment of peace. A sliver of tranquility to exist without interruption.
I swipe the screen, and my heart stutters as I read the text:
King:Don’t worry Lover Boy… I haven’t forgot about us. I’ll never forget about you. See you soon…
It’s supposed to be me and Charlie, forever and happy. I want to lock both of us in the apartment and never step foot outside again.
I shake my head. I've had enough. Enough of these games.
I’m going to savor our moments of happiness.
I’m not going to fall for Drew’s charisma and dark charm again. He can piss off with his obsession and tattoos. That man needs to find another bloke to torment.
If he dares to intervene with us again, I’ll share his shameful secret to the world. Let everyone know that Drew Evans isn’t the big bad wolf he roleplays as. That he’s just a broken shell of a man trying to project his insecurities onto those he deems as weak and helpless.
He would be utterly devastated if his shame hit the newspapers. A last resort of course, but if he presses my buttons again, I’ll have no choice but to use every weapon at my disposal.
I squeeze the phone, torn between running to Charlie to tell him or moving the message to the trash. I sigh and click delete and lock my phone.
“Are you coming love?” Charlie yells over the running of the water.
“Yes! Be right there.”
I know how to fight back. I’m not the innocent mouse that I used to be.
I’m done being prey.
The End
