Page 54 of Bad Call
“Did I tell you that you could?”
“No.”
“Then the answer is no.”
ButIcould. Sliding my cock free of my briefs, I stroked it slowly, the tips of my fingers dancing over the sensitive skin. A clear bead formed at the tip and with my thumb, I spread it around the head.
“What if I told you I changed my mind and you can’t come tonight? That I just want to sit here and look at you. Would you obey me?”
“Yes, Coach, but please don’t say that,” he pleaded, and I smiled.
He was really desperate.
I dragged my finger through his cheeks, slightly dipping into his hole. He tightened his rim, his muscles contracting around my finger, reminding me just how tight he was.
“Who are you, Baylor?Whatare you?”
“I’m a bitch.Yourbitch.”
My fist squeezed tighter around my shaft, drawing out another bead. The words sounded so pretty, rolling off his tongue. “What do you want?”
“Your cock,” he answered without hesitation.I smacked his ass hard, and he flinched. “I mean, to obey and please you, Coach.”
“Does it please you to please me?” I tapped my finger against his hole, watching it expand and contract.
“God, yes.”
“You sound like a desperate bitch. I’ve seen dogs in heat that were just as desperate. Do you know what they do?” He made a strangled sound, fearing what I was about to say. “They hump nothing, thin air. Would you do that if it pleased me?”
“Y-yes, Coach.”
“What are you waiting for, Baylor?”
“Oh, God,” he groaned, bucking his hips forward and backward. It was a delicious sight, partly because he had the nicest ass, and partly because I got off on watching him do as I say.
“Bark like a bitch, Baylor.”
“Coach, please,” he begged.
“Be a good boy for me and you might get the treat you’ve been waiting for.”
The sounds of protest he made before he actually barked, his hips still humping the air, made me hard again in no time. The sound of his bark echoed through the empty stadium, mocking him from all sides. I leaned around him to watch. His cock bobbed with each thrust of his hips.
“Turn around,” I ordered. “Place your hands on my shoulders. Slip your cock in my mouth and fuck my face.” To make it purposely difficult for him, the humiliatingcomponent, I left my mouth just out of reach, but wide open, a silent invitation. I got off on watching Baylor strain on his tiptoes to try to reach my mouth. He was desperate to hump my face. Just like the dog he pretended to be. Finally, I gave in and lowered my head so he could reach me. When he sank his shaft into the tight, wet heat of my mouth, he sighed loudly with pleasure and relief.
“Fuck yes.” The tips of his fingers dug into my shoulders as he leveraged them, thrusting to the back of my throat. I swallowed every inch without gagging. “Oh, God, oh, God, please, can I?—”
I knew what he was asking. “Don’t you dare,” I warned, popping off his dick.
“But I’m so close.”
“Down there,” I pointed to the field.
“Down there?” he asked, following my finger.
“On your hands and knees. When you’re in position, bark for me.”
“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, taking the stairs in the dark three at a time.