I was in a funk. Plain and simple. I didn’t want to do anything right now except crawl into bed and pretend I didn’t exist for the moment. But, I had responsibilities to uphold: theater, DECA, but most importantly field hockey. It was my senior year and I was captain. A lot was resting on my shoulders. Did I really want to endure that right now? No. Did I need to? Yes. I walked into the girls’ dressing room and began getting dressed. “(Y/N), what’s up?” (Y/F/N) asked, leaning onto a locker. “What? Nothing. Just out of it.” I replied. “Well, better get back into it before Coach Hood yells at you.” (Y/F/N) replied, tying her shoes. “Hope he’s not in a bad mood.” I muttered, scrunching my nose at the thought. Luck was not on my side today. We began practice with suicides. The whistle he blew constantly began to give me a headache. By the time warm-ups ended, my forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat and my shorts were beginning to fold into my asscrack. “Alright, this is our last game to qualify for states. We need to use all of our assets.” Coach Hood ordered, brushing a hand through his hair. He always seemed to do that when he was nervous. “Alright, positions.” Coach Hood called out, clapping his hands in an attempt to make us hustle. I took my place on the attack line, waiting for the other half of our team to set up. When they did, it was all downhill for me. I missed multiple passes and when it was my turn to take a penalty shot, I missed the goal completely. I couldn’t even pass the damn ball! “(Y/N)!” Coach Hood shouted. I flinched and looked at him slowly. His jaw was clenched and he was gripping the clipboard very tightly. “Sit out, you’re not playing in this game.” Coach Hood grunted. “What?! Are you serious? You can’t—.” I started to say. “I can and I will.” Coach Hood muttered, pointing to the chair. Fuck, damn it, I thought to myself. After an hour of me sitting in a folding chair resting my head in my hands, coach finally dismissed us. I sighed and headed towards the locker room along with the rest of the girls. “Except for you, Ms. Y/L/N.” Coach Hood said. I took a deep breath and faced Coach Hood with a smile faker than my stepmother’s new tits. “Follow me.” He said, starting to walk to my office. “Should I change first?” I asked, pulling the wedgie out of my butt. “No, you’re fine.” He replied quickly. We stepped into his office and I sat in the comfortable seat while he stood in front of his desk, leaning back on it. “(Y/N), what’s up with you today?” He asked with concern. “My boyfriend broke up with me yesterday.” I blurted. It was true. We had been going out for a solid year. Then he just up and ended things. “That’s no reason to be —.” Coach Hood started to explain. “And you know what the worst part is? The one thing I’ll miss is having sex with him. I mean, he doesn’t have a cock made by Zeus, but I loved that thing to death.” I ranted. I forgot I was in the presence of my field hockey coach and not one of my best friends. I looked up at him and noticed his hard gaze on me. “You said his….penis….isn’t made by Zeus?” he asked. My jaw dropped. “That is the only thing you got from my rant?” I asked. “I want you to give me your honest opinion.” Coach Hood said, starting to open his button up. His skin was scattered with multiple tattoos. I stood up slowly and hesitantly walked over to him. “May I?” I asked, bringing my hand up to his skin. “Absolutely.” He replied, nodding his head. I rubbed his shoulder and trailed my hand slowly down his arm. “Coach Hood, why are you showing me this?” I asked. “Please, call me Calum.” He replied, his breath blowing down my neck. He reached around and rested his hand on my ass. He squeezed it before guiding me towards him. My front pressed into his hard-on and I moaned involuntary. “Coach—Calum. We can’t.” I murmured, getting frightened but turned on at the same time. “It’s legal.” Calum said, kissing the shell of my ear. A shiver rolled through me as I turned my face to his. His brown eyes stared deep into my mine before he leaned in to kiss me. His chapped lips met mine before pulling back, biting my bottom lip and bringing it with him. He let it snap back into place before placing another hand on my ass and bringing us closer. He licked his lips before placing his lips back on mine. My hands rested on his defined pectoral muscles as he stood up. Keeping his hands on my body, he turned us around and lifted me up, placing me on his desk. He leaned me back before rolling his hips into me. I let my head roll back from his lips and I moaned loudly. “Shh, you gotta be quiet for me, baby.” Calum whispered in my ear before he trailed kisses from my lips to my neck. “Well, you gotta stop doing that if you want me to.” I chuckled, my hands going into his soft black hair. I pulled him back up to my lips so he could muffle my moans. “God, if I don’t get you out of these clothes right now, I’ll rip them off of you.” Calum groaned, standing up to pull my spandex down. I was commando because that just helped me out better with field hockey. It was a natural thing. I didn’t think that it would be better in the long run…maybe. When Calum saw this, he whistled. “Damn if I had known about this.” He murmured, falling onto his knees. He carefully separated my folds with his fingers before taking a long swipe with his tongue. I covered my mouth to muffle the long awaited moan to come out of my mouth. My other hand reached down to grab a fistful of his hair. That gave an indication for him to keep going. He groaned in an animalistic manner before pulling me closer to the edge and devouring me. I yelped in surprise before clutching the edge of the desk, my nails creating crescent marks. His hands trailed up my body and reached under my sports top to grasp my breasts. “Calum…I-I-I can’t.” I stuttered, my core starting to quiver. “Give it to me.” Calum groaned. With his voice vibrating through me, I jolted as I came, trying to be as quiet as possible. “No, let me hear you.” Calum muttered, not stopping. “Oh my…” I shouted, squealing as I tried to get away. “You aren’t going anywhere, love.” Calum growled, standing up and pulling down his pants. He quickly sat me up, turned me around, and bent me over on the desk. He lightly slapped his cock on my ass. I sighed as he filled me up, making me arch my back. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” Calum groaned. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me. They would squeeze my ass, reach around to fondle my breasts, pull me back on him by my shoulders, wrap his hands into my loose ponytail and pull my head back. He couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough. I tried to keep as quiet as possible, small whimpers coming out of my mouth. I had to admit, his penis was shaped by Zeus. It made me fall apart in all sorts of ways. And I could not stop coming. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Calum grunted, pulling out. He pulled up my shirt and I felt a milky liquid on my lower back. I sighed as I slowly started to stand back up. “Here, I have some napkins in my drawer, let me wipe your back.” Calum said, his voice sounding lazy. He walked around his desk, still naked and pulled a napkin out of his desk. He walked back around and made sure you get all of it off my back. “So…” I mumbled, pulling on my spandex. “So, the next time you need a cock made by Zeus, you know who to come to.” Calum winked, pulling up his pants. “Thank you, Calum.” I smiled, resting my hand on his shoulder. “Anytime, (Y/N).” Calum smiled, kissing my cheek. He nuzzled it and caressed my cheek before bringing my lips to his once again. Our tongues lazily intertwined together before we parted. “Get outta here.” Calum chuckled before swatting my ass. I yelped as I walked out the door, laughing and feeling ten times better than I did when I first walked in. Calum was nothing like my ex-boyfriend, and if he wanted to keep doing this, I would gladly let him galvanize me.
