Page 82 of Troublemaker
Then he called out loudly, “Emory, I need to talk to you.”
A chorus of “ooohs” echoed through the locker room and made its way into the office. I was curious, but I knew I needed to follow Blake’s orders or there would be hell to pay later, even if it was the fun kind of hell.
I slipped a hand inside my leggings and underwear, stroking my clit. My pussy was already wet, so it was easy, even if I was so sensitive I gasped.
Coach, hearing me, whispered, “shhhhh, sweetheart,” and then shunted his hips forward to silence me with even more cock in my mouth, which I sucked on like I had on that dildo the day before.
I heard the squeak of footsteps and then Emory was standing in Blake’s office on the other side of the desk.
“Have a seat,” Blake offered, and Emory pulled the chair out and sat.
“What’s up?” he asked.
“Emory, I respect you too much to ease our way into this conversation. Instead, I’m going to cut straight to the point: Your game has been off lately. I’ve noticed, Trey has noticed, even your teammates have noticed. You’re not focused, you miss easy shots, your stick work is sloppy, and your head is clearly elsewhere. Trey told me it’s girl problems. Is that true?”
Emory sighed. “Fuck. Yeah, it is. I’m not going to tell you?—”
“Is it Lucy?” Blake interrupted.
Wait, what?
I popped my mouth off Blake’s cock, surprised. Why the hell would Blake think I was the girl in Emory’s life? Sure, I’d flirted with him, but I flirted with everyone but Mason to make Blake jealous. Had he not seen through that? I knew I’d been playing with fire at the last game by wearing Emory’s jersey, but I assumed that Blake now understood it hadn’t meant anything. I didn’t want Emory to get shit because of my own games.
As I considered how to handle this situation without exposing us to Emory, Blake reached under the desk, gripping my head and forcing me back onto his cock…deep on his cock. So deep, I almost gagged. His point was clear. I didn’t get to stop; he was in charge—in both this conversation and of my mouth. I swallowed around him to ease the pressure on my throat, and Blake repeated, “You heard me. Is it Lucy?”
The aggression in his tone wasn’t hidden at all. What the hell was he doing?
Emory laughed in shock. “Luc— no, it’s not Lucy. Lucy and I joke around, but I’ve never been remotely interested in her. I’m not into blondes.” He hesitated, then added, “Or younger women, for that matter.”
“Oh,” Blake said, relief evident in his voice.
He settled, his cock retreating a bit from my mouth, giving me more space to breathe. I took the opportunity, settling as well.
Then Blake, observant as ever, lit on, “Older women?”
Emory sighed. “Yeah, Coach. It’s fucked, I know, and I can’t have her. I’ve never wanted someone like this before in my life. I can’t distract myself from thinking about her. She plagues every thought in my head. I close my eyes at night, I see her. I breathe, I smell her. I eat, I wonder what her pussy tastes like…ah, sorry, that’s probably TMI.”
Blake chuckled. “It’s fine.”
Relieved, Emory continued, spilling out everything like he couldn’t control himself. “I know I’m off my game. I’m motherfuckingobsessed, and it’s messing me up. My grades are terrible except for in my intro to lit class…”
Oh, wow.
Emory was exposing way too much information, although Blake was trustworthy.
“I don’t know what the hell to do.”
Blake was quiet for a second, although his body was active. His hips shifted forward and back as he thrust into my mouth—then retreated, thrusting into my mouth, then retreated again. Filling me this way, his complete control over the conversation and me, made my thighs go tight. I worked my clit slowly, edging myself, but witnessing his complete and utter competence and confidence made it hard not to give in and let myself come.
Especially when he asked, “Is she married?”
“No,” Emory said, although then he added, “Not that I’d give a fuck if she was.”
“Then my only suggestion is to make it happen. I know from experience that if you try to ignore or suppress those feelings, it only makes everything worse. The only thing that helps is to claim what you want, show her you’re in charge, and do everything in your power to lock her down and keep her. Whatever that means, do it. We need you at 100 percent, so do what you have to do to get there. Trust me, once she’s yours completely, and you know she’s not going anywhere, you’ll be able to get your head back on straight.”
My heart stuttered in my chest at the sincerity behind his words, my fingers working faster despite myself, mouth eagerly working back and forth as I licked and sucked and swallowed around him in approval and gratitude. Hearing the truth about how he felt, even if he didn’t say he loved me, was exactly what I needed to hear.
“Got it, Coach,” Emory said, his chair squeaking as he stood. And then he said, “Take good care of Lucy, okay? She needs it.”
