Page 41 of The Coach

I smiled then, a real, genuine smile that made my heart feel lighter than it felt in weeks. “Yeah. It does.”

We started kissing again, and then we were ripping the clothes off each other, the rest of the world fading away. This was it, I thought. This was what it felt like to truly love someone: intense, uncertain, terrifying. Yet it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. It was worth the risk of losing everything. After Jen, I’d thought it would never happen to me again; but here I was, head over heels for this person, thisguywho had mended my heart and made it whole again. And as I steered him to my bedroom, I made a promise to myself, right then and there—no matter what the future held, I wouldn’t fear love.

25. Tyler

Blake threw me onto the bed, and I had just enough time to watch him remove his briefs before he lunged at me. His big heavy body fell over mine, my legs wrapping around his waist, my hands around his neck. His hard cock was already nudging at my hole and I wriggled underneath him, trying to impale myself on it. But Blake managed to reach out for the lube, squirting it over himself and me in one deft motion. Then he was pushing, and the next moment I had him inside—and the world around me narrowed.

Time and space ceased to exist. The only sound was me moaning his name. The only motion was the thrusting of his hips, as he pumped into me. His cock slid in and out of my ass, brushing my prostate with every stroke, and I chanted in delirium. It was hard to keep my eyesopen while being flooded with such pleasure, but I forced myself to look at him, to bask in his beauty as he fucked me. This was why I loved when we did it missionary style—seeing the look on his face while he was inside me was priceless.

Even after weeks of separation, my hole offered a smooth passage, surrendering to the familiar invasion. We both moaned together, tangled up in each other, the thrust of his pelvis meeting the protruding of my ass in the same carnal rhythm. And when he gyrated his hips in a circular motion, balls-deep inside me, it felt like his cock was rearranging my insides, and my eyes rolled back in my head. The desire mixed with the urgency made me come fast, and his own orgasm followed soon, his load filling up my gut. My toes curled while he slammed into me, breeding me, all the while roaring my name.

God, I loved him so much.

If I could, I would never move. I would stay attached to him like this, soaking up his DNA into me until I became an extension of him. He was the air that I breathed, the food that I ate. I was his property, my body and soul promised to him for eternity. I wanted him always inside me, under my skin, his seed seeping into my every cell until there was no way to tell where one of us ended and the other began.

“Forgive me,” he panted, slumping down on top of me. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, nuzzling me, leaving small bites on my skin.

I didn’t have to ask what he meant. Instead, I only hugged him tighter, still breathing hard and wiggling under his weight. “I love you, Blake.”

He lifted his head to look me in the eye. “I love you, Tyler. I’ll always love you. You are my life. And I promise I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”

The room was still warm, the scent of us hanging in the air, cum mixed with sweat, heady and electric. Blake pulled out and moved to lay beside me, his arm heavy and protective across my chest, his breathing deep and even. I traced lazy circles on his bicep, my mind swimming somewhere between bliss and disbelief. I couldn’t help but smile into the darkness. How did I get so lucky?

A sudden sound cut through the stillness—a faint rustling, like leaves being disturbed by something other than the wind. My body stiffened.

“Did you hear that?” I whispered, my voice low.

Blake’s breathing halted for a beat, then resumed, slower now, as he lifted his head. “Yeah.”

Another noise, louder this time—a distinct shuffle just outside the bedroom window.A hungry raccoon, or something else?

Blake was out of bed in an instant, the mattress bouncing from his sudden absence. I sat up, clutching the blanketaround me as I watched him stride naked across the room, his muscles tense with purpose.

“What are you doing?” I asked, half amused, half alarmed.

“Checking it out,” he said, pulling a baseball bat from the corner near the closet.

I blinked. “You keep a bat by the bed?”

“You live in a college town long enough, you learn to be prepared.” His tone was calm, but his jaw was set. I couldn’t tell if that was a joke or if he was serious. All I knew was, he was armed and ready for a fight.

He approached the window with measured steps, flipping the lock and sliding it open with a sharp motion. The cold night air rushed in, making the curtains billow like ghostly hands.“Who’s out there?” his voice boomed into the dusk, his bat raised and ready.

There was a strangled yelp, followed by a familiar, sheepish voice.“Don’t hit me! It’s just me!”

“Finn?” I scrambled out of bed and rushed to Blake’s side.

Sure enough, there was Finn, standing in the flowerbed below the window, his hands raised as though surrendering to the cops. The porch light caught the nervous grin plastered across his face.

“What the hell are you doing?” I called down, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

“I, uh… I was hanging around in case you needed me, walking up and down the street, and I heard the noise coming from inside the house. It sounded like shouting. I just wanted to check and make sure… you were okay,” Finn stammered, his gaze darting between us and the bat in Blake’s hands. His face got progressively redder the longer he stared, and only then did I remember that both Blake and I were buck-naked. “Didn’t mean to interrupt anything!”

Blake lowered the bat, muttering something under his breath about ‘nosy roommates.’ He glanced at me, his mouth twitching with suppressed laughter, before turning back to Finn. “You thought creeping around outside was the best way to do that?”

Finn shrugged, his cheeks a deep scarlet even in the dim light. “I didn’t want to knock and, you know… walk in on something.”

“Well, mission failed,” I said, biting back a grin.

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