Page 61 of Catching the Coach
Or not so simple as that.
“Ok,” I hear myself say, even though I’m still lost in my thoughts. “What do you need us to do?” I ask.
He clears his throat. “Dale and I thought it’d be a good idea for you two to come to my game on Thursday, when we play against Judd and his team. My parents will be there and you and Hudson can sit with them. Actually,” he holds up his finger, “I’ll be right back.” He goes to the front door and slips his shoes on, then disappears out the door. I assume he’s going to his truck.
I turn to Hudson. “You ok with all this? I’m not going to do it if this bothers you.”
Hudson shrugs his shoulders again and looks at me. “I like Kessler, Mom. He’s cool and you’re different around him.”
I frown and scrunch my eyebrows. “Different how?”
“I don’t know. Happier I guess?”
“I was happy before Kessler too, Hudson.” I don’t want him thinking I wasn’t happy when it was just the two of us, because I was.
“Yeah, but you smile a lot more now and he makes you laugh. It’s not bad, Mom. Don’t worry so much,” he tells me. As if it’s just that simple.
Kessler comes back in the door and kicks his shoes back off. He’s carrying a bag with him and he sets it down on the island between Hudson and I. He reaches into the bag and pulls out two Silver and Teal jerseys. He hands one to Hudson and one to me. I unfold mine and flip it to the back. Davis is written on the back with his number 22. “We can’t be dating and you not wear my jersey.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking unsure.“I’ve never asked a woman to wear my jersey before.”
I can’t help the smile that breaks out over my face. I stand, setting the jersey on the counter. I lift up onto my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck. Kessler slips his arms around my waist and I place a quick kiss on his lips. “I love it. Thank you.”
“So you’ll wear it Thursday? If-if you agree to do this, that is.”
“I already have one of your jersey’s,” Hudson says, we both look at him and he’s slipped the jersey over his head. “Mom bought me one when I became the main catcher for the team. She said if I wanted to be a catcher I might as well learn from the best one in the league.”
Kessler turns back to me and I can feel my face heat. “Best in the league huh?”
I shrug my shoulders. “That was before you got old,” I tease.
He gives me a sinister smile and leans down and whispers into my ear. “You didn’t think I was too old yesterday morning.” His breath sends shivers down my spine and goosebumps break out over my body.
“I’m going to go show Kade,” Hudson says hopping off the chair and heading out the back door, completely oblivious to Kessler and I.
Once Hudson is gone, Kessler descends on me. He kisses me hard making me moan into his mouth. His hands roam down my back and over my ass. Cupping both cheeks, he lifts me up, making me squeal. “Kessler, your shoulder!” I protest.
“My shoulder is fine,” he says as he plants kisses down my neck. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” I let out a soft groan and run my fingers through his hair. Kessler makes his way back up my neck and captures my lips again. I nip his bottom lip and he pulls back to look at me, eyes dark with desire. “Lucy,” he says, voice strained. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Just a second,” I tell him and hop off the counter and grab my phone.
Me
I need you to keep Hudson there for at least 10 minutes. Please.
Kara
Say no more girl. I got you.
I smile and put my phone down on the counter. Thank God for good friends. I walk over and grab Kessler’s hand and lead him down the hallway to my bedroom.
“What are you doing?” he asks, standing in my room.
I turn and shut the door then turn back to him. “We have ten minutes,” I tell him. I walk him backwards until the back of his knees hit my bed. He collapses down and I crawl over him and kiss him. He grabs my hips and grinds me down his length, letting me feel how hard he is, making me whimper.
“Fuck,” he groans into my mouth. I break our kiss and slide down his body, stopping at his waist. He props himself on his elbows to watch me with hooded eyes. I unbutton his shorts and slide my hand down over his thick erection. Kessler sucks in a breath. A moan sounding in the back of his throat. Knowing we only have ten minutes. I get to work. I pull at his shorts and Kessler lifts his hips, allowing me to pull them off. I repeat the process with his briefs and his cock springs free and bobs on his stomach, a bead of precum already glistening on the tip. I kneel down between his legs.
“Lucy,” Kessler’s voice strains. I look up at him through my lashes and give him a mischievous smile. Taking his cock in my hand, I swipe my thumb over the tip and put it in my mouth. Sucking it clean. “Fuck,” Kessler whispers. I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the tip making Kessler’s head fall back and groan. He’s so big, I have to wrap one hand around his base and stroke it as my mouth glides down the top of his length. I use my other hand to cup his balls and gently massage them.
I swirl my tongue over his tip before sucking him back into my mouth. Kessler uses one hand to grab my hair, while holding himself up with the other. I continue my rhythm while Kessler whispers words of encouragement, letting me know how much he likes it. I can feel his balls tighten as his words die off and his grip tightens on my hair. “Fuck, Lucy. I’m almost,” he pants, not being able to get the words out. “Lucy, I’m going to cum.” I let out a hum and increase my pressure on his base. He throws his head back and groans out my name, hips bucking into my mouth. I swallow down every last drop and when he’s done pulsing into my mouth, I detach my lips with a ‘pop’.
