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After a grueling practice in the hot sun, all I can think about is how my man’s glistening chest looked for the last two hours. He ran drills with us today, getting involved himself so that no slacking could be justified. You can’t slack off when the coach is out there to make you look like a lazy piece of shit if you do. Shirtless Jonathan is eye candy I can hardly resist, especially with the way he was moving all around and dripping with sweat. Illegal levels of sexy, that is.
That’s why as he passes by the showers to run into his office—still missing a shirt, I grab him by the arm and pull him under the spray with me.
“Liam,” he whisper-shouts, and I shut the glass door into place. “What the hell are you doing?”
“No one will see,” I vow, immediately going for the side of his neck. Swiping my tongue up his dampening skin, I moan at the taste of him. “I need a quick one. You’re too fucking sexy like this, baby. Let me rub your cock against mine, yeah?”
“You can’t flatter me into this,” he says, but his voice gets all husky as he does.
“Come on, coach,” I groan. “I want to empty my balls all over your stomach. They’re so heavy, baby. Let me ease the ache.”
“You’re a fucking delinquent,” he grumbles, but doesn’t make a move to leave the shower stall.
“And you can’t fucking resist me,” I taunt, reaching for his face. “Now gimme a kiss, sugar. I want those lips.”
“We need to be quick,” he rushes out, nervousness in his eyes.
I chuckle at him. “Let the person in charge worry about that, baby. You just worry about coming for me today. Can you manage that, coach?” Reaching out, I tug on the band of his shorts and he shivers.
“Yeah,” he utters. “I trust you.”
A flutter of warmth at his words sinks down my chest and into my stomach. I swoop low, closing the distance between us and press my lips to his. So weak for me, he kisses me back with greedy movements, holding me close. I have his shorts on the ground before our kiss breaks.
Using two hands, I put his cock on top of mine, surrounding them both. Two strokes and he’s panting for it. Unable to help it, I thrust my hands and my body, fucking the tight grip I’ve created.
“I love feeling your cock on mine,” I groan, rocking my hips faster. “Fucking love how hot your skin is.”
“Stop talking,” he whispers, voice rasping with pleasure.
“You’re lucky you’re nervous. I won’t take that kind of demand any other time, coach,” I threaten. “Next time you give me lip, I’ll put you over my knee and spank that ass until you ask for forgiveness. Then I’ll fill your mouth until your lesson feels learned.”
“Sorry,” he whines, pouting out his lip. I snatch it between my teeth, sucking on the flesh so tightly that he digs his blunt nails into my forearms.
Sucking turns into making out, and hot water falling from the shower makes our sloppy kiss even messier. Frotting with abandon, I coax needy moans and whimpers of pleasure from his throat. The air fills with steam and his muffled cries.
“I can’t last,” he confesses. “It’s too good.”
I put my mouth to the shell of his ear, encouraging him. “Come for me, coach. Come all over your punk player in the showers. Relieve yourself from a grueling practice and leave the evidence of it all over my fucking cock. I want your sexy toned legs to give out for me. I want you to come so hard your eyes can’t stay open and you have to bite me to stay fucking quiet.”
He does just that, his teeth digging into my shoulder, lips buzzing against my skin as he cries out. My hands keep working, one dropping to massage the orgasm straight out of his balls as they rise up, the other stroking off our cocks harder.
The first warm hit of his cum on my abs sets me off, heat rushing through my body until we’re crashing together. More harsh kisses are exchanged, and hearts are racing while I milk the remainder of our cum out with purposeful twists of my hands, circling the throbbing cocks.
He only allows the euphoria to settle momentarily, until he’s pulling his soaked shorts up and over his spent dick. “I’ll go out first and get to my office, don’t follow behind me.”
I ignore him as he leaves, wrapping my lower body in a towel and following right behind. He’s so worried, and I already have everything covered.
“Woah,” my teammate Max says, chuckling as he takes in Jonathan’s dripping wet appearance. He’s the only guy left here today, probably just finishing with his PT while the rest of the players have already fucked off to the bar. There’s a barbecue for our catcher’s engagement party. “What happened to you, coach?”
Before Jonathan can panic, I laugh along with him. “I pushed his ass in the shower,” I explain with an easy grin. “He looked like he needed a cool down, but now he’s pissed. People can be so ungrateful, I swear.”
Max snorts. “You play too much. He’s going to bench you one day, man.”
I chuckle and I can see the small flicker of relief in Jonathan’s eyes. I’d never put his job at risk, and I’m glad that he trusted me with this. Sneaking around isn’t difficult when you have a poker face like mine.
“Nah, can’t bench the star of the team,” I joke, giving him a cocky smirk.
“You wish.” His eyes roll. “I’ll catch you after the break.” We bump fists and he sends Jonathan a wave. “See ‘ya, coach. Try not to kill him, murder is a serious offense these days.”
