Coach Daddy

by B. B. Hamel

  “People look down on our state,” I tell him. “You know, we’re a flyover state, nobody wants to come here, that sort of thing.”

  “I’ve heard it,” he admits. “Hell, I’ve said it.”

  “We know people feel that way, and I think some folks around here like it. Honestly, a lot of people living in this state just want to be left alone to do their own thing.”

  “I can see that. It’s real conservative.”

  “Not just politically.” I sigh a little, remembering the way things were when I was growing up. “It’s a miracle I got out, to be honest.”

  “But here you are, back.”

  “Not really. I mean, I’m not selling some multi-level marketing crap and spending all my life savings on a scam, right? That’s what a lot of girls I grew up with are doing now.”

  He frowns. “And we threw a big old stadium in the middle of it.”

  “Actually, that’s good. Gives folks a place to get work.”

  He sighs. “I wish it weren’t like that.”

  “Me too,” I admit. “But people here won’t change. Not until the rest of the world starts coming to them, and the team’s good for that.”

  “I guess we’re good for something then.” He grins at me.

  “Take that left,” I say, pointing up ahead.

  He squints. “That dirt road?”

  “What, your truck can’t handle it?”

  He grumbles about me insulting his truck as he pulls onto the dirt track. We follow it, bouncing around, through the scrub land and toward a low rise of hills.

  We pass along the hill ridge and I tell him to pull off anywhere. Spread out before us is a little valley with a river in the middle and short, very green trees growing alongside it.

  He grunts as we stare at the scene. “Beautiful,” he says.

  I smile, nodding. “I used to come down here a lot and fish.”

  “Really? With your parents?”

  “My dad, mostly. He passed a few years ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday.” I close my eyes for a second, feeling the breeze, the weight of the pole, my father’s voice.

  Cole’s staring down at the river when I look at him again. “I want to show you where I’m from one day,” he says softly.

  “I’d like that.”

  He arches an eyebrow. “It’s not so different from here.”

  “I’d be disappointed if it were.”

  He shrugs. “Been a while since I was home, though.”

  “That’s okay. Never stops being home.”

  “For better or worse.”

  I lean up against his arm and he wraps it around my shoulders. We watch the river lazily flowing through the valley, and briefly I think about getting out to touch it again.

  But no, I don’t want that. I don’t want to mix my new feelings, my new life, with my old one. I don’t want to taint what I have now with the past.

  What’s gone is gone. It’s okay to remember it, but I don’t need more than that.

  He tilts his chin toward me. “I needed this,” he says.

  “Yeah?”

  “Being in that clubhouse day in and day out, living and breathing football, it takes a toll.”

  “You don’t have many other hobbies, do you?”

  He grins. “None. I have a little shitty apartment that I basically sleep in, and that’s it. My life’s that team.”

  “That’s not so bad. At least you have a purpose.”

  “You’re right. Sometimes, though, I just need to get away.”

  “You need to destress.”

  “Exactly.”

  I give him a little smile, tilting my lips toward his. “I can help with that, if you want.”

  “Can you?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “Show me.”

  I lean forward and kiss him. I take a sharp breath, pushing myself closer to him, kissing him deep and slow. I reach out and start to unbuckle his pants, unbuttoning the waist, unzipping the fly slowly.

  He grabs my hair, pulls me back as I slowly reach my hand down the front of his pants.

  “You know exactly what I want, don’t you?”

  “I think I can guess.”

  He laughs softly. I find his cock, already starting to get hard. I slowly stroke him over his underwear.

  “What I want, little Leah, is for you to say my name,” he whispers.

  “Daddy?”

  “That’s right.”

  I can feel his cock respond to the word. He gets even harder, and I bite my lip.

  “Daddy,” I say again. “My big, strong Daddy.”

  His cock gets nice and hard. I use both of my hands to pull his pants down and off him before gently sliding his cock from inside of his boxer briefs, through the slit in the front. I lean over the console and take him in my mouth, slowly sliding myself down his big shaft.

  He groans, grips my hair. “That’s right, suck Daddy’s cock,” he groans.

  I suck him faster, excitement rolling through me. I need him to feel good, to feel better. I want to take his stress away the best way I know how.

  I love his size, his taste, everything about him. He gets so damn hard with his cock in my mouth and it drives me wild. I love that I can make this man hard, this handsome coach.

  He pushes me down, gagging me. I pull back and suck him harder, faster, tongue rolling around his tip. He pulls me back by the hair, making me gasp, and kisses me, tongue in my mouth.

  “Fuck, girl,” he whispers. “You feel so fucking good sucking my big cock.”

  “I love feeling it in my throat, Daddy,” I whisper to him.

  He groans and grabs me. He pushes his seat back and makes me straddle him. I kiss his neck as he gets my pants off, tugging them over my ass, his hand slipping between my legs to find my wet pussy.

  I groan, kissing his lips. He slips his fingers in me, sliding in and out, teasing my clit. I roll my hips, getting into it, pleasure blooming all across my skin.

  It’s like a thousand pinpricks of pleasure. It’s like every pore is alive and alight, and every little gesture he makes, every motion of his fingers, sends a new charge through them.

  I need to feel him deep between my legs. The pleasure is incredible, but there’s also a strange comfort in feeling him there. I want him buried inside of me, want him as close to me as he possibly can get.

  I reach back and shimmy out of my panties. We do a little dance getting them off, but when I’m done, I straddle him again, sliding up and down his cock with my pussy.

  “Fuck, girl,” he whispers in my ear. “Every morning, I wake up thinking about your pussy.” He grips my hair, holding hard, other hand on my ass. “I think about your body, the muscles in your back, your perfect thighs, your perfect hair. I think about fucking you from behind, making you scream, making you moan. I want you to sweat and come for me.”

  I slide myself down his cock then, letting him fill me. I tip my head back as he puts pressure on my hair, making me groan with pure ecstasy. With his cock inside, all of that electricity running through my skin just doubles and triples and grows.

  I grind my hips and start to ride him. Every new motion brings a thousand new jolts of energy through my body. I ride him faster, letting him fuck me, He spreads my ass wide and thrusts along with my rhythm, filling me up, pushing me harder.

  I bite his lower lip and he spanks me hard. I groan as he bites me back.

  “God, Daddy, you feel so good,” I groan.

  “I love being deep inside your pussy,” he whispers, thrusting harder. “I love making you moan, making you beg my name. There’s nothing sexier than you sliding up and down my fucking cock.”

  I ride him faster. He pulls my shirt up, teases my breasts. I love that he loves my body, it only makes me feel so much sexier. He teases my breasts, spanks my ass, thrusts into my pussy. I’m working my core, my ass, my back, letting the pleasure blossom through me, letting the pleasure push me further into this abyss.

  I never wa
nt to climb out of it.

  He groans, spanks me again. Pleasure and pain, everything whirls along my skin.

  I ride him harder. I need this, I need it so badly. I feel wild, I feel free. The landscape of my home spreads out all around us but all I can do is look at this man, his handsome body, his amazing lips.

  He grips my hips, thrusts up. I grind down and ride him, moving faster, groaning. I feel sweat on my skin, just like he wanted. He bites my lower lip, pulls my hair.

  “Oh, god, Daddy,” I moan. “Keep going, just like that.” I can feel my climax growing inside of me.

  “You want to come on this big dick?” he whispers. “You want to come for Daddy?”

  “Please,” I moan. “I want it so badly. I need it.”

  He puts a hand on my throat, pushing me back slightly. I ride him faster, hips moving, my whole body moving. I don’t feel anything but pleasure, anything but pure desire.

  “You’re so fucking sexy, look at you riding Daddy’s big dick,” he grunts. I can tell from his voice that he’s close, too.

  “Come inside of me,” I whisper, looking him in the eye. “Come inside of me, Daddy.”

  He groans and grabs my hips again, fucking me hard. I ride him faster, hands on his shoulders, and I come hard. It travels up my spine, makes my whole body convulse.

  He doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it. I can feel him groaning, low in his throat, as he comes deep inside my pussy. It fills me up and I grind against him, wanting every single drop.

  “Shit,” he whispers. I grin at him.

  “Shit,” I repeat.

  He kisses me softly. I collapse against him and he holds me tight, cock still buried inside of me. I feel him slowly go soft, still in my pussy.

  I don’t know how long it takes. I don’t really care. I can see the river down below, feel his heart beating against my cheek.

  I look up and kiss him. He smiles down at me. “I’m in no rush,” he says softly.

  “Yeah,” I say, putting my head back down.

  He holds me tighter. We stay like that for a while, and it feels good.

  It feels right.

  16

  Cole

  I feel like a high school kid again.

  I keep daydreaming about her. Even at practice the next day, I feel like I can still feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. I know I should be concentrating on what’s going on around me, but I keep stealing glances in her direction.

  It’s fucking pathetic.

  “You okay, Coach?”

  I glance over at my quarterback, Sean. He’s grinning at me like I just made some mistake.

  “What do you need, son?” I snap at him.

  “You just seem distracted. Kenny dropped that pass, you know.”

  I glance at the field. The guys are milling about and Kenny, our number two receiver, looks forlorn.

  “Kenny!” I snap. “What the fuck is your problem?”

  Sean laughs as I berate my receiver for a mistake I didn’t even see. I glance back at the QB and he’s shaking his head, a smile on his face.

  I wonder if he knows, but of course he doesn’t. He just thinks I’m being an asshole and it’s funny.

  I keep my head in the game for the rest of the day. I don’t need any more stupid mistakes like that. It’s pretty fucking obvious something’s going on when I miss a play and don’t even say a word when someone drops a damn ball.

  I can still sense Leah, standing over near the field, talking to some of the players. It’s like we have some weird connection now, and I know where she is at all times. It’s a strange feeling, but comforting.

  Like I know she’s there if I need her.

  I rub my thigh as the day progresses. Staying on my feet for hours at a time isn’t doing anything for my pain, although seeing Leah definitely helps. Once practice wraps up, I hobble back into my office, trying not to glance back at anyone as I move.

  Robby joins me and we discuss strategy. I let the conversation go on for longer than I normally would, mostly because I want to prove to myself that I’m still invested in this. By the time six rolls around, Robby gets up and stretches.

  “Time to hit the old dusty trail,” he says. “You going home tonight?”

  I shrug. “I gotta sleep at some point.”

  “Doesn’t mean you’re going home.” He grins at me. “See you tomorrow.” He waves and leaves my office.

  I sigh and stretch. Robby’s right, I’ve slept in here more than a few times. That couch over by the far wall’s like my second home at this point.

  I get up and gather my stuff. Might as well try and have a normal life, and besides, I can work more at home if I want to. I hobble out into the hallway and head toward the exit.

  But I stop before I can get there. The light’s still on in the training room, and curiosity gets the better of it. I hobble on over and poke my head inside.

  My heart jumps. Leah’s still there, folding some towels. She looks up as I step into the room.

  “You’re here late,” I say.

  “Would you believe me if I said I was hoping the head coach might come in and see me?” she asks.

  I grin. “Probably not. That’d be very, very bad.”

  “For who? Him or me?” She shrugs. “Seems like it’d be great for me.”

  “But bad for him. Having a sweet little thing like you always on his mind?” He shakes his head. “Could lead to disaster.”

  She grins at me. “Maybe I like disaster.”

  I walk slowly over to her. “I bet you do. You’re trouble.”

  “Trouble’s fun.” She cocks her head. “You could use some fun, old man.”

  I laugh softly. “Old man, huh?”

  “You don’t like that?”

  I stop right in front of her, tip her chin up toward me. “I prefer Daddy.”

  She smiles. “Okay, Daddy.”

  I kiss her, low and slow. It feels good, like finally relieving some of the pressure I’ve been feeling all day, since that’s exactly what it is.

  I’ve been thinking about her all afternoon. Even when I’m working and trying to think about her, I’m thinking about her. She’s in my head so deep, I think she’s never going to be able to detach herself.

  Not that I want her to anyway.

  I luxuriate in the kiss. I let myself enjoy it. I fucking deserve it. I’ve worked so hard, given up so much. I finally deserve a little bit of happiness.

  Even if that happiness is inappropriate. Even if that happiness could cost me my career and hurt the one person I really don’t want to hurt.

  Fuck it. I don’t care.

  I just need this kiss.

  I lean into it, pulling her body against mine. She wraps her arms around my neck, and as I slide my tongue into her mouth, someone clears their throat nearby.

  She steps back like a shot went off. She stands there, staring over my shoulder.

  My whole world goes dead. I picture all the possibilities. Some people might be okay, some people might flip. If it’s Atlas, I’m finished. So is Leah, most likely.

  I slowly turn around. I feel like my legs are lead, but I have to face what’s coming.

  Sean stands in the doorway. He’s grinning a little bashfully.

  “Sorry to interrupt,” he says stupidly. “Uh, Leah, I just wanted some of that tape.”

  “Oh, shit.” She practically runs over to the supply closet and grabs him a roll. “Sorry. I totally forgot.”

  “No problem.” He takes the athletic tape from her and nods at me, still grinning. “Coach.”

  He leaves the room. I realize I never said anything.

  I stand there, stunned. Leah looks at me, hands clenched.

  “It’s okay,” she says softly. “It’s going to be okay. Sean’s a good person. I can… I’ll talk to him. It’ll be okay.”

  I look at her slowly. I think all the color’s drained from my face. I feel horror, pure horror.

  I’m so fucking stupid. I’ve put everything at risk, an
d not just myself. Leah could lose her job, too. If that had been Atlas…

  He could crush her. She’d never work again. He could ruin her life.

  All because I’m selfish and think I should be happy on top of successful.

  She’s probably right. I bet Sean will listen to her. But it doesn’t matter.

  That could’ve been Atlas, or someone less understanding. That could’ve been so much worse.

  I’m being such a selfish bastard, and in this moment, I hate myself. I never have before, not even when I broke my leg and ruined my career. I never sunk to these depths before.

  But thinking about hurting Leah, I despise myself. I’ve become weak, pathetic.

  “I’m sorry,” I manage to say before leaving the room.

  “Cole, wait,” she says, but I don’t turn back. I walk as fast as my aching leg will take me, and I don’t let myself hesitate.

  No more weakness. I can’t afford it anymore.

  17

  Leah

  The look on Cole’s face told me everything I needed to know.

  The next day, I show up for practice like normal. I go through my normal routine, I help the guys I normally help, I do my job.

  I don’t run into Cole. He doesn’t seek me out.

  Although I do see Sean. He grins at me, winks a little bit.

  Later, in the training room between sessions, I pull Sean away from the other guys. I make some excuse about checking his ankle.

  “How’s it feeling?” I ask as I manipulate it.

  “Not bad,” he says.

  “Imaging came back clean, so there’s no break, just some swelling.”

  “I’ll be good to go by the weekend.”

  I nod. “I think so. Just don’t practice for a few days.”

  “Understood.” He grins at me. “So, uh. I’m guessing you didn’t pull me away just to talk about my ankle.”

  I grin bashfully at him. “Am I that obvious?”

  “Yep.”

  “Look, what you saw—”

  He holds up a hand. “Let me stop you there. I didn’t see anything.”

  I frown. “But, Cole and I—”

  “I didn’t see anything,” he repeats. “And if I did, I assume it’s a consensual thing, and not because he’s your boss?” He raises an eyebrow quizzically.