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LUCY
About ten minutes before practice ended, I excused myself and headed down the tunnel to the locker room. Blake had a smaller office attached to the locker room that he primarily used during games, practices, and to talk to his players individually. I had an idea that excited me, but I needed to get inside his office before the team got there to make sure it happened the way I needed it to.
I entered the empty locker room, bypassing the player’s cubbies and the stale sweat smell that pervaded the locker room. Leslie, Tovah, and Aviva had all shared that they’d fucked their guys in the locker room despite the stench, and I wanted to tick that off my Bang Coach Bucket List, or as close to it as possible.
Opening the unlocked door to the office, I crawled under the fortunately tall-enough-to-kneel-under desk and texted Blake.
i’m in your office
He responded immediately.
What’s wrong? Is your wrist hurting? I can get you more medication if you need.
His response warmed my chest, filling a hole my parents had created years ago with their neglect.
nothing’s wrong, i just need my daddy
Fuck.
I’m coming.
He was right, he would be soon.
A few minutes later, I heard the door to the locker room open, the team ribbing each other after practice. The door to the office squeaked open.
“Lucy?”
Coach sounded confused, clearly unsure where I was.
“Under here, daddy,” I called out quietly and sweetly.
“Under where—oh. Oh, fuck,” he groaned, figuring out where I was hiding, and putting together why I was hiding there immediately.
He joined me behind the desk, sitting in his desk chair and leaning down to see me.
“Lucy, we could get caught,” he told me, but his reluctance was bullshit, given the huge bulge in his pants.
I reached up a hand, stroking over it.
“Not if you’re quiet,” I teased.
He shut his eyes a moment. “I’m incapable of saying no to you, which does not bode well for my future.”
“I think it bodes very well for your future,” I told him, my hands already working to unbutton and unzip his pants and release his cock from his boxer briefs. I pulled the thick,gorgeous, hard, and smooth appendage out and wrapped one hand around it, tugging.
His eyes opened, forest green pinning me in place with their intensity.
“Then get to work, sweetheart. Show daddy how good you can make it for him while he does his own job. And then when everyone leaves, he’ll take care of you, too.”
He always took care of me. It was what I loved most about him, but I wasn’t ready to tell him that. No, the words were too scary, too vulnerable, and I refused to say them first in case he didn’t say them back. So I’d show him, instead.
He spread his legs wide, allowing me to edge forward on my knees between them. “Use that hot mouth, sweetheart. And play with yourself. But no getting off, no matter how close you are.”
“Yes, Coach,” I said, opening my mouth and sucking on the tip of his cock, then working my way deeper over it, pleased by his hum of approval as I licked around the crown and the ridge of veins underneath. He’d taught me how he liked it, and I was eager to show him what a good student I was. Obviously, what he liked best was when I took him deep in my throat, but I needed to work my way up to it.
Fortunately, he was being patient with me, because he whispered, “That’s right, go slow. Tease me a bit. And touch yourself. Keep your little clit occupied while I deal with a situation.”
