Page 3 of Coach's Assist

When it came to Damien, I was just a glutton for punishment. Clearly.

After tucking him into bed and placing juice on the nightstand for him to drink if he woke up, I headed into my bathroom, desperately needing a shower. And not just because I was sweaty from running back and forth across the court and shouting at my players but because I needed to clear my fucking head.

All I could think about was Damien, and if I didn’t do something about thisneedfor him pulsing through my veins, I was going to do somethingveryfucking stupid.

Like propositioning him when he was awake. And if the way he constantly eyed me with lust-filled needy eyes was anything to go by, he’d one hundred percent be down for that.

And that couldnothappen. Not only would it get me fired, but it could kill his chances of getting into the NBA. He could get kicked out of school. An affair—hell, even just one fucking night—could ruin his entire life.

I wouldn’t do that to him.

My shoulders heaved as I sighed and leaned my forearm on the tile in front of me. The water pounded down on my back as I gripped my cock in my hands. Just something quick. All I needed was a little bit of release to get my head back on straight.

I muffled my groan against my arm as I slicked my hand over my thick cock, my eyes closed as I pictured Damien pressed up against the shower wall while I fucked him. While I took what I wanted from him and gave him everything he’d been silently begging for since he’d joined the damn Rustin Loggerheads basketball team.

The sound of the bathroom door squeaking open had me snapping out of my daze, and I jerked my gaze over toward the entrance, my eyes clashing with Damien’s brown ones.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

“Jett…” Damien rasped, his voice low and raspy from being sick. But there was an undercurrent of need there. His nostrils flared, his pupils blew wide, and he licked his lips. His own cock quickly filled out, tenting his basketball shorts just a bit despite his underwear more than likely mostly keeping him contained.

If he didn’t leave, I was going to do somethingvery fucking stupid.

I couldn’t goddamn deny him when he was looking at me like that.

“Damien…” I growled, his name a warning.

When his trembling fingers reached formyhoodie that he was still wearing, the last bit of my restraint and every shred of my controlsnapped.

I was going to ruineverything.

And I couldn’t even bring myself to fucking care.

CHAPTER3

Damien

The hoodie hit the floor,and my fingers trembled even more as I reached for the hem of my basketball uniform top. I was shaking because I was cold—fuck this fever—but I was also shaking from the intense way Jett was staring at me.

Like he wanted to fucking devour me. And goddammit, I was going to let him. Ineededhim to touch me. I’d spent the past several minutes surrounded by his scent and burrowed beneath his blankets. I was so fucking hard, I couldn’t think straight.

This couldn’t keep going on like this. I knew hooking up with Jett could not only ruin his career but could also ruin my chances of playing pro, could get me kicked out of college when I had mere weeks left before I graduated, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. And with the way Jett was staring at me, his hand still stroking his thick cock, I didn’t think he had the willpower to stop this either.

Us being together was inevitable, and after damn near four years of torturing each other, it was time for us to stop dancing around this.

“I need a shower, too,” I rasped as I peeled my shirt over my head, dropping it to the floor with his hoodie.

“Then get the fuck in here,” Jett growled, pushing the shower door open for me.

I didn’t waste a beat. I shoved my shorts and briefs down, and then, I was entering the steaming hot shower. Jett shut the door harder than necessary, and then, he was pressing me back against the shower wall, fitting his body against mine as he took my mouth in a hot, possessive kiss. He coulddefinitelycatch COVID from me, but neither of us cared.

This heat between us was too goddamn powerful.

“This is wrong,” he growled. But even as he said that, his mouth moved from mine and down my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin. I whimpered when he sucked at a spot that made my toes curl. My hands grasped at his waist as I grinded against him, my breaths panting out of me.

“I don’t care,” I moaned, my hands sliding down his sides until they came around to grip his cock. He growled, sinking his teeth into my Adam’s apple. I cried out, precum spurting from my tip.

“If you keep touching me,” he snarled, shoving my hands away, “this will be over before it even starts. I was already so fucking close to coming when you interrupted.”

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