Class Act: A Coach/Student Romance

THE CAFETERIA WAS PACKED with students. Loud chatter, raucous laughter, and friendly banter spilled across the large room.

Don’t look for him. Don’t look for him.

Emery stood in front of the cheerleaders’ table, talking and gesturing wildly. His fashion choices were always so different it was impossible not to spot him. I wasn’t deliberately looking for him or anything.

Today he wore a pink plaid pleated skirt and a pair of shoes that were different, one pink and the other shoe black. They were platforms and had buckles almost up to the knees. He’d put the outfit together with a short sleeve black top; on either side, skeletal fingers wrapped around the ribcage.

How could I not look at him? Especially when he was laughing and his entire face lit up. On a normal day, he was a beautiful boy. On a happy day, Emery was breathtaking.

I tore my gaze away from him, but I was pleased he was in a good mood. If I’d learned anything about him in the past week, it was that he was usually quiet after he’d had words with his father. He didn’t speak much, only sought hugs.

I bought a bottle of water and walked out, glancing over at the cheer squad again, but Emery didn’t make eye contact. Dammit. Had he really not noticed me? I was so aware of him that it seemed he popped up everywhere I went.

Back in my office, I guzzled down half of the water and put the bottle in the cup holder. I couldn’t escape him, not when everything in my office seemed to have a touch of Emery now.

Determined to get him out of my mind, I powered up my laptop and went through my email. A knock on the door interrupted me from the playbook for our next game.

“Come in.”

The door opened, and Emery slipped in, then locked the door. He sauntered around my desk, his hips swinging from side to side, a mischievous smile on his lips. My throat went dry again.

I pushed back my chair, and he climbed into my lap, wrapped his arms around my neck, and pressed his face to the side of my neck.

The first time he’d done it in my office, I’d freaked out, but he had reassured me he’d locked the door. The next couple of times had been nerve-racking, but now it felt like the most natural thing in the world to have Emery on my lap for a comfort hug.

Dropping my hand to the small of his back, I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, trying to work through the guilt. Was it wrong just to hold him like this? We hadn’t kissed again since that night at my house.

“I have a class soon.” I stroked his back.

“I know. I studied your schedule.”

“Why would you do that?”

“To find out when you’re free, so I can sneak out of class and beg you for hugs.”

I sighed. “Emery—”

“I’m being a good boy.” No, he wasn’t. He was placing kisses on my neck. “I haven’t even asked you for a proper kiss, although it’s been years!”

Laughing, I tugged at his shirt, and he pulled back. “It’s just been a week, and we both know it’s for the best that we don’t kiss again.”

“Fuck that. I want to kiss you.” Emery slapped his hands to my cheeks, brought my face forward, and plastered his lips to mine. Clutching his shirt, I shifted my head to own the kiss.

It didn’t matter that he started it. How easily he caved in and whimpered in my mouth was all I needed to know. Because I never quite got over the way he’d felt in my arms, I dropped my hands to his ass and squeezed. He gasped, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth. Emery moved his hips, grinding in my lap.

Fuck, he was rubbing himself against my hard-on. It felt so fucking good. I held down his ass and thrust up against him over and over.

“Abe, please,” he begged, his voice ragged and desperate. “Fuck me.”

“Emery.” I rose with him in my arms. The thought of laying him down on the desk flashed in my mind. Then what? I stared into those trusting eyes watching me with anticipation. He wouldn’t say no. So I had to put a stop to this.

I tried to lower him to his feet, but he tightened his legs around my waist, holding tight.

“Emmy, sweetheart, you’ll be late for class.”

“I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you.”

My chest tightened, making it difficult to breathe. How could I resist him when he was like this? I fucking loved every moment of him clinging to me and not wanting to let go.

“Emery, please,” I said.

He sighed. “Kiss me again first?”

I slanted my lips over his, intending it to be a short, sweet peck, but the moment my mouth touched his, the familiar lightning sparked between us, and I deepened the kiss. Touching him seemed a necessity at this point.

I tore my lips away from his, completely thrown off by the kiss. “I really should go.”

“Wait. Let me do this for you.”

Emery wiggled his way down to the floor on his knees and reached for the waistband of my sweatpants.

“Emery, no.” I choked on the words.

His hand stilled, and he pouted up at me. “Are you sure you want me to stop, Abe? Because I want to send you off onto the field with a smile on your face.”

I swallowed hard, too guilty to explicitly tell him yes and too whipped to tell him no. He rolled down the waistband of my sweatpants.

He held my gaze as he reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock. When he licked his lips, my last resolve disappeared.

“One day, Abe,” he said softly. “One day you’re going to let me ride you until you come inside me. But for now, this is enough.”

“Christ, Emery.”

Emery wrapped his tongue around the head of my cock and licked the prominent vein that traveled down my shaft. He shoved his hand back into my boxers and cupped my balls, squeezing gently while he sucked my cockhead between his lips.

I hissed out a breath. Emery released my cock, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Abe. Put your hands in my hair. Use my mouth and get off. I’ll love it. I promise.”

Mother of all that was going to land me in trouble. Emery wrapped his lips around my cock again, and this time, I ran my fingers through his hair gently.

He stroked me, removed his lips, and looked directly up at me. “Do it harder. I won’t break.”

“No talking,” I rasped, my heart pounding furiously in my chest. “Open up.”

I thrust my cock into his mouth, gripping his hair and angling his head in the perfect direction for me to slide down his throat. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned.

I knew he was no saint. He’d been very outspoken about wanting to have sex with me, but the reality of it all sank hard inside my gut. He looked wrecked, his lipstick ruined, his mouth straining around my cock, bubbles of spit forming at the sides as I pressed his head all the way down until his lips were flush against my pubes.

He gagged, eyes watering, but he didn’t pull away.

“Jesus, Emery.” His face was red, his pupils blown as if he was riding a high.

He had his dick in his hand, jerking off while he sucked me off. I caught a peek of the flushed red head when he stroked down with a delicate hand with pretty French-tipped fingernails.

The contrast between his nails and his cock did the trick.

“Emery, I’m gonna come,” I warned.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he sucked harder as I pumped my release into his mouth. He swallowed around me until he had it all. His face scrunched up, and he cried out. My cock slipped out of his mouth as he came right on my shoe.

Emery smiled impishly. “Sorry?”

The bell chose that moment to ring.

“Shit.”

I hooked my hands under Emery’s armpits and pulled him to his feet. What should I do now? I felt like I’d just used him.

“Abe, stop taking it so seriously,” he said.

“I don’t know how not to.” I smoothed down his skirt. “You should use the bathroom before going back to class. I’ll give you a hall pass.”

“Hmm.” He wrapped his arms around my neck. “All I needed to do was suck you off and I get perks?”

“Emery.” I saw he was joking, but what could I do? I couldn’t take back my cum, which was swirling around in his belly right now.

I lowered my head and kissed him gently, letting him know this wasn’t something I took lightly. He’d asked me not to think too seriously about it, but there was no other way for me to look at it.

We’d moved to another level, and I was terrified of what came next, but I didn’t think I could stop it. If he’d been opposed to it and told me no, I could have walked away, but I was so weak for him. For the way he looked up at me with so much trust and desire.

“Do you have cheerleading practice later?” I asked him.

He nodded. “Yeah. I’ll meet you here after?”

“No, go straight home.”

“But how will I see you, then?”

“You won’t.”

He pouted. “I’ll see you after cheerleading. We don’t have to do anything. I just like to be with you.” He smacked a kiss on my cheek. “Hall pass?”

I opened a drawer.

“Not that one.” He rested a hand around my waist as he pulled out the bottom drawer. Bundled together and held by a rubber band was a stack of hall passes. “You’re not keeping up with my organization.”

“Are you scolding me?”

He handed me a pass. “Yes, I believe I am.”

I scribbled my name on it along with the time and gave it back. “Go, little brat. There are no hall passes to excuse a teacher’s tardiness.”