Swim Coach: A Novel

by Sam E. Kraemer

  He downed his glass of champagne and pointed to mine, which I downed as well. He put the glasses on the floor with the bottle, and took my hand, pulling me toward him until I was straddling his lap. I beat down the bubbles between us and rested my hands on his shoulders as his hands slipped behind my back, settling on my ass.

  We'd experimented with his fingers inside me and even the plug I'd given him for Christmas while he expertly sucked my cock. I found pleasure in the sensation of having something inside me, but I knew he was nervous about taking the next step…actual sex.

  For reasons about which I wasn't entirely sure, I wasn't nervous at all. If anything, I was fucking needy. "So, Dupree, you're finally going to deflower me? Should I say any last words while I'm still a virgin?" I teased.

  His fingers slipped down the crease and teased my entrance, just circling it, not breaching it. "Hmmm. Last words for your virginity. Uh, thank you for holding onto it until I came along and thank you very fucking much for taking the step with me. I promise to be gentle and respectful. Loving and tender. I'll remember it the rest of our lives, and I’ll feel honored," he whispered as his other hand settled on my neck and caressed my jaw, pulling me forward to kiss my throat and gently suck. Not enough to leave a mark, thankfully, because I'd be seeing his parents the next day at the graduation.

  "Oh, God, that feels so fucking good. Don't get all girly on me. I expect to go to sleep with a happy smile on my face you put there with this," I whispered as I kissed his neck and grabbed his hard cock. He jumped a bit and I laughed.

  "I know you can get all gooey about this, but really, I want you to fuck me. I do believe I've fucked you enough. This is the beginning of a beautiful reciprocation," I teased.

  Without any help from me, he stood from the water with me in his arms, both of us covered in suds. He quickly turned on the shower and we rinsed off after he finally put me down.

  Towels were grabbed. The champagne bottle was flipped over, which he decided he'd clean up later, and I was quickly dragged to the bed, which was hastily unmade. He climbed in, pulling me after him and settling me in a kneeling position as he scrambled.

  "Stay." Hell, where was I gonna go? I was about to get laid, for crap's sake.

  He turned back to me and looked at me with his nerves on full display. "I, uh, I had an idea from something we’ve done before. You game? I'll lie down on my back and you can straddle my shoulders while I suck your cock and get you ready. You remember that? I think you'll be relaxed if…"

  I chuckled. "Good God. Less talking and more sucking," I told him as I shoved him on his back and did exactly what he suggested.

  My cock sunk into his throat as finger number two entered me. We'd been that far before, and when I pushed back on him, fucking myself on his hand, he added number three, which we'd done in the past as well.

  I was on the brink of losing myself, but I didn't want to come in his mouth though I did love it when he swallowed around the head of my cock. I pulled out and looked down from my place over him, holding onto the headboard.

  "Now, Andre," I ordered.

  He grabbed a condom as I scooted down his body. I took the condom from him and slipped it over that glorious piece of meat he was sporting between his strong legs. I grabbed the lube and slicked him up, and I looked into his eyes.

  "So?" I was leaving it up to him how we proceeded from there.

  "Any way you want it," he told me, which brought that damn Journey song into my head.

  "You sure?" I asked as I stroked my cock lazily.

  He was watching me and licking his lips. "Yes, please."

  I moved up over him and placed one hand on his gorgeous chest as I moved his cock to my entrance. I took a deep breath and sunk down slowly, feeling the head breach my tight ring of muscle. I stalled for a few seconds, and then pushed down a bit more, slowly proceeding until he was inside me and my ass was resting on his hips. I started to move, but he stopped me.

  My eyes were closed, but when he stopped me, I opened them and took in the agonized look on his face. "What's wrong?" I asked. He took my hands from his chest and held them, lacing our fingers together as he guided my hands to rest on each side of his head, effectively allowing me to pin him to the mattress.

  "I'd put this out of my mind as a possibility, Colton. I certainly don't want to shoot off so quickly, and goddamn if I'm not about to. If you could have a little mercy on me and give me a minute, I'd appreciate it," he told me as his hands clenched mine.

  I laughed and he gasped. "Sit still, Colton."

  I leaned forward slowly, kissing his lips. "I love you, roomie." We continued to kiss for several minutes as I remained perched on top of him. Finally, he pushed back against my hands, and when I pulled away and looked at him, he smiled at me. "All yours, love."

  I slowly squirmed on him and began to move off and then back on him, truly enjoying the feel of him inside me. I blocked out everything but the pleasure and I continued to ride him.

  I let go of his hands and placed them on my back which I knew he was still hesitant to touch. This was my new start and there weren't going to be any places off limits for Andre to touch me. Not after tonight.

  "Colton, fuck, it feels so fucking good," he moaned as I leaned forward and kissed my way over his collarbone, still slowly moving on him. It felt really good for me as well, but I knew it could feel better if he hit that spot inside me like I'd done for him more than once.

  "How, fuck, how do I get you to…" I began, feeling him thrust up into me for the first time. The friction of my cock against his abs felt really fucking good.

  He sat up and wrapped his arms around me. He looked into my eyes and smiled. "I know what you want, and if you'll allow me, I'll give you what you need." I nodded.

  He moved my hands from his shoulders and raised his legs behind me until I was resting against them. He pulled my legs until my feet were resting on the mattress, and he scooted up until he was resting against the headboard. He positioned his hands on my hips and began moving me on him, which felt in-fucking-credible.

  His hard cock was hitting my prostate, and I was stunned silent…well, except for the inaudible nonsense coming out of my mouth. A lot of the words were curses at the feeling he was bringing forth, and the rest of them were just moans, but I began moving on him to ensure he hit that spot every time.

  When his hands covered my cock, I'd almost forgotten about that poor bastard. Andre’s hands were slick and the sensation of them around my dick? AMAZING! "Gaaaahhhh," I gasped at the dual sensations.

  I moved harder on him, and he thrust up into me, not stopping his hands at all. "Fuck, baby, I'm about to come," I gasped.

  "Thank God, because I'm at the end of my control. I want you to cover my chest with your juice," he whispered. That was all I had to hear before I shot off on his chest, just as he'd started thrusting faster.

  I continued to move on him, shifting my position and moving harder and faster. "Fuck, Colton, yes, just like…shit, I'm…" I felt him pulse inside me and heard the heavy breathing coming from him as he pulled me down and kissed me hungrily.

  Andre Dupree had given me something I never thought I'd get. He'd shown me love and tenderness as he accepted what I had to give him. Me, a damaged man looking for redemption. He'd tried to be gentle, taking in all of the baggage I pulled behind me, but as I thought about it as I snuggled into his chest after a wonderful shower, a few truths came to mind.

  I realized Andre Dupree had helped me unload a lot of the bags from the proverbial luggage cart I'd pulled behind me those last eight months. He'd been patient in everything regarding our relationship after I was raped. He hadn't run away, even when I tried to push him. He stayed.

  Andre had been supportive of all the shit I'd endured regarding the aftermath of the rape. He'd gone through counseling to learn how to deal with my bullshit, on top of attending his classes and having a part-time job.

  And, last but not least, Andre had embraced my mother and given me ano
ther mother and father in return. It was the best gift in the world.

  Natalie Asher was right. That which was ungiven was taken but it wasn't lost. Andre had been grateful when I gave myself to him, finally. For me, he'd waited and I'd always remember it.

  Maybe we'd have ups and downs in the future, but there was a bond with him I'd never share with anyone else. I'd given my heart to him months ago, as he'd given his to me, and our future was bright. My opportunity to have a second chance with the swim coach I’d crushed on years prior? It wasn’t anything I’d ever thought possible. But it had happened and with his help, I was finally free from my demons. Life was going to be incredible.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  …And They All Lived…

  Five Years Later.

  I woke up, sore as hell. I looked around, finding my partner, Peter, asleep in the chair next to the bed. His neck was craned awkwardly, and I knew when he woke up, he was going to be in pain, though I was sure he wouldn’t be in as much pain as me.

  I moved a little, feeling the ache in my shoulder and it all came back to me. The traffic stop…the kid…the gunshot…the chase. That was when I reached up and touched my shoulder, feeling the thick bandage.

  What started as a simple traffic stop for a blown tail light ended horribly. It wasn't as if it was a surprise because every time I walked out of my house, I knew it was a possibility something might go wrong. Every night when I got home safe and sound, I thanked the heavens.

  "Pete," I croaked. His eyes shot open and he grinned widely.

  "You son-of-a-bitch. I told you…I fucking told you to wait for back-up. Will you ever listen to me?"

  I laughed. He thought I had a death wish, but when I walked up to that car and saw a kid in the back seat who was tied up? I lost my shit. I tried to pull the guy behind the wheel out of the car through the window, but he shot me and sped away. I got back into the car and called it into the station. We were flying blind, really. There wasn't even an amber alert reported for a missing child. I knew in my gut shit wasn't right. I remembered running back to the car and yelling at Pete to drive, me bleeding heavily. Thankfully, Pete listened.

  I'd only been on the force for two years, but I loved the job. Over time, I'd learned to follow my instincts. The wound to my shoulder was my first real injury, and if the kid was okay, I'd be fine. "The kid?" I asked quietly.

  "Upstairs in Pediatrics with his parents. He'd been riding his bike in the neighborhood, and that sick fuck gave him a lost dog story. You, my friend, are going to cause me to have a breakdown." He rose from the chair and handed me a plastic cup with water. It took it eagerly, drinking it down. My mouth was drier than a desert and I didn't know why.

  After I finished sucking the water down, I turned to him. "Tell me you didn't call anyone."

  He laughed. "You're shitting me, right? They fished a .38 slug out of your shoulder and had to transfuse your ass. You were fucking unconscious by the time...fuck, Colton they called your emergency contact before they took you into surgery. I didn't even have a chance to decide whether to do it or not, but you're in deep shit, I’m sure."

  Okay, well, I figured that much. "The perp?"

  "Oh, he couldn't run after the crash because the airbag knocked his ass out. He's somewhere here under lock and key. You pulled the kid out before you crashed from loss of blood. Will you never listen to me when I say we need backup? Thankfully, the bus wasn't far away. You will be the death of me, Colton Wixsom," Pete bitched.

  I heard a deep laugh as the door opened, and I turned to see the familiar face. The sexy scruff and the rumpled suit made me grin. The tie was gone, but he still looked sexy as hell. The hair was a mess, as per usual. Time had been quite good to the man, that was for damn sure.

  "Oh, talk to my doctor about the bleeding ulcer I have because my husband will walk up on any fucking situation without one minute's regard for his safety. Janice is in the waiting room, Pete. Thanks for sitting with him," Andre remarked as he sat down on the bed next to me. I heard a womanly giggle and guessed he'd been flirting with a nurse. It was his typical MO.

  "Now, I was just doing my job," I began my defense. He laughed. Yeah, it was weak at best.

  "If you wanted me home from London, all you had to do was say so, Colton. I told you…I told you I'd only go do this deal if you were okay with it. You said you were. You didn't give me any sign you'd become a psycho over the two weeks I was gone."

  I laughed. "Did you get it done?"

  "I got the biggest hurdle crossed. I left the underlings to deal with the details, but I was going to hang around to make sure things were finished. Imagine how it was to get that fucking message when I was in a goddamn meeting." He even put up his pinky and thumb to his ear for emphasis, simulating being on the phone.

  "Andre, this is Cara at dispatch. Colton was shot. He's at Harborview and they need to perform emergency surgery. They need you to call and give consent. Uh, it's midnight here. It's Cara at SPD."

  I sighed, only beginning to imagine how it would feel to be on the other end of the call. "I'm sorry. I didn't think the fuck would shoot me when I walked up to the car, okay? Babe, he had a kid in the car tied up in the backseat. You can't expect me to just walk away from that," I continued my defense.

  He ran his hand through my short hair and sighed. "I really miss the long hair, you know. I mean, the uniform is sexy as hell, but those curls you had back in college, yeah, they got me hard the minute you walked up."

  I reached to the front of his pants and ran my hand over his cock, feeling it harden. I laughed. "It doesn't seem as if my hair makes much difference."

  He grabbed my hand and leaned forward to kiss my lips gently as he placed my hand on his chest, just over his heart. I'd missed him so much. Two weeks was a long fucking time in our world, as I saw it. All of the changes in my life had been constant surprises, but it all added up to be something incredible.

  We got married my junior year of college when same sex marriage became legal in Washington State. He was finished with his masters and had a great job, and I was still working at the bookstore. When he asked me, it knocked me on my ass.

  "Hey, I have a three-day holiday coming up. I happen to know that UW observes the holiday as well. I'm taking you away," he announced as I plated spaghetti and meatballs. My cooking skills had improved considerably over the years. It was pretty amazing, our simple life.

  "Well by all means, what exactly entails a Veteran's Day celebration...I mean, since neither of us is a veteran," I teased as we sat down to dinner.

  "I thought that since the family is all coming to town, we could do something special," he stated as he poured the wine.

  "The family? Who? My mom and Herb or your parents?"

  I pulled the garlic bread from the oven and sliced it, giving him two pieces. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap, looking into my eyes.

  "The whole family will be here tomorrow. It can just be for a simple family get-together, but what I'd really like is if it would be here for a special reason. I love you, Colton. I really want to see you with gray in your hair. Marry me?"

  He pulled out a box with two rings, and I said yes after very few minutes of contemplation. He was more than I ever dreamed I'd get. Why wouldn't I say yes? With dinner forgotten, we fucked like crazy. A few days later, we went to the courthouse and married…LEGALLY! I couldn’t honestly believe it at first.

  "Well, you'll have at least a month off to recover from this, and low and behold, I have about a month's worth of vacation time. Since we had a shitty honeymoon, I'd say we take advantage of the time. I don't care where we go. I just want my husband alone, preferably somewhere that doesn't require a lot of clothes and has plenty of drinks with umbrellas being served by some hot little eye candy. I don't think that's too much to ask," he issued staunchly.

  I laughed. "You’re a horny old man. You just want to trade me in for a younger man. You always did like younger guys. I was still wet behind the ears when you seduc
ed me as you should remember," I teased. I was only twenty-four soon to be twenty-five, and I loved teasing him because he was closer to thirty than me.

  "We're coming up on our anniversary you know, and you enjoy looking at a tight ass just as much as I so don't pretend you don't," he reminded. I smiled. Yeah, it’s time for that honeymoon. We'd been married for three years and we'd had good times and bad, but we were getting through them, one day at a time.

  "Dre, it's August. Our anniversary isn't until November," I reminded as I looked at my left hand where his name was tattooed on my finger with our wedding date. It was usually covered by my ring, but I liked Jean-Luc's attitude…with the date right there, you could never forget.

  "Where's my ring?" I asked.

  "Oh, it’s here, sweetheart. They took it off you when they admitted you," he told me as he pulled it from his pocket, placing it on my finger and kissing it.

  "I love you, and I promise, I'll be more careful in the future," I told him. He knew it was an empty vow because I had a job to do, and when he took me home and drove me crazy by hovering over me for the next few weeks,

  I reminded myself how lucky I was I had a man who loved me more than anything. He loved me without any caveats, and every day reminded me how much we were meant to be together. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever imagined I could have in my life.

  He was mine, case closed. I had my second chance with the swim coach and I nailed it…and him as often as possible.

  THE END

  Acknowledgements:

  I cannot thank my readers enough for their loyalty and support as I’ve embarked on each story I’ve written during my fan fiction days and my dabbling in original fiction while I tried to work up the courage to put myself out there and publish my first book. You’ve been supportive when I needed it; honest when I needed to hear it; and you always come back for more. Thank you ever so much. I’d like to offer a very special thanks to Genevieve and JMJ for agreeing to pre-read this book in order to help me make this the best it can be. Their assistance was invaluable. Thanks, friends!