“Mmm,” he growls. And when he lifts his hands to cup my breasts, I let out a whimper that makes him smile. “I know, honey.” He strokes his thumb over my nipple, and I clench my thighs together. “Good girl. So responsive to your coach. Now I want you naked and on that bed.” He clicks his tongue. “Let’s go, trainee.”
I scramble to obey, and a moment later I’m lying in the center of his comforter, wearing nothing but my own desire for the god who’s prowling toward me on hands and knees. He’s down to a pair of black cotton boxer briefs and a smile. I should be cold, but I’m burning up as he looks down at me, his eyes sweeping over my body before he drops his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue circles and I moan, long and loud.
He lowers that perfect body down onto mine, his mouth claiming my own. The heavy weight of him is delicious. “Fuck,” he groans between kisses. “Your coach is anxious to get this game underway.”
I giggle into his mouth. He’s hot and hard, and everything is wow. I work a hand down his chest again, finally reaching for the ambitious erection that’s straining the cotton to its maximum capacity.
We both sigh happily.
“Good girl.” He sits up a little. “Take it out.”
“Yessir.” I push the briefs down and the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen (in my vast experience) springs into view. When I wrap my hand around all that perfection, he lets out a hiss.
I lick my lips as a drop of liquid appears on his tip.
“Taste me,” he barks, sitting back on his heels.
I move to my knees and dip my head, my forehead skimming his abs, and the clean, salty scent of him envelops me. I lick the pearly drop from his tip and he growls. Suddenly, a big hand grasps my hair tightly. I’m not expecting it, and a shiver runs through me as my subconscious registers my helplessness in this situation.
For a split second, panic shows its face again. It’s the middle of the workday, and I’m naked with my two-hundred-pound client. He’s got me by the literal scruff of the neck.
Another hand lands on my upper back, caressing me sweetly. “Such a good girl,” he whispers. “The coach is proud of you.” And just like that, I melt onto him, his cock sliding into my mouth. “Suck me, honey,” he rasps. “Take it all.”
I moan as he fills my mouth, the heavy weight of him on my tongue. It’s a lot to handle, so I have to back off right away. The hand in my hair relaxes immediately. I take a deep breath through my nose and try again. His moan is so sweet that I want to hear it again. Relaxing my throat, I figure out how to take him deep. Before long we have a rhythm, his powerful body rocking forward, fucking my mouth in short strokes.
The hand tightens on my hair, and I’m drowning in my own desire. Suck me, honey. The words vibrate through my core. Take it all. Nobody has ever said anything so wonderfully dirty to me before. I give a good, hard suck and his rhythm stutters.
“Ungh,” he pants, cupping my chin and stopping me. “On your back now.”
Dazed, I release him with a pop and blink up at him.
“Glad you were into that, honey. But I have other drills for you. Okay?”
I nod.
“Say, yes coach.” He winks.
“Yes coach,” I whisper, and he smiles.
Then he reaches behind me and grabs my ass, which he then slaps. “Lie down.”
Thirteen
In a Minute, Buddy
Matt
Hailey spreads herself out on my bed, and I turn away for a minute just to calm down. I make myself busy kicking away my underwear and finding a condom in the nightstand. I open the packet and roll it down over my aching cock.
I damn near lost it when she was giving me head. Every time she lifts those trusting blue eyes I get a little more turned on. Her gaze gets a little hotter every time I issue a command. Hailey wants me in spite of her nerves. And I can sense that she likes it a little dirty, but that the urge confuses her.
Good thing her coach understands.
I turn back to see her lying there, watching me with a heated gaze. As I move toward the bed, she shifts her hips and sighs.
Gawd. The sight makes me crazy. I’m eager to please her, and a little nervous to have sex for the first time since my marriage ended.
But I don’t let her know it. “Warmups aren’t quite done,” I say lightly. “Put your hands on your breasts.”
She blinks.
“Right now,” I order, putting a knee on the end of the bed. “Touch them.”
She raises her hands and cradles her breasts in her hands, cupping their fullness. The sensation makes her sigh again, and my balls tighten at the sound.
Easy, I tell my dick. Hailey isn’t the only one who needs firm guidance right now.
“Tease your nipples,” I growl.
She does as I ask, arching her neck and closing her eyes. Her cheeks are stained pink, and I have to wonder if she’s ever touched herself in front of a man before. And now I feel like pressing the issue. “Hailey.” Her eyelids fly open. I kneel at her feet, and nudge her ankles apart a few inches. My mouth waters at the sight of her wet pussy. “Touch yourself for me.”
Her hands grow still on her breasts.
“You heard me.” I reach up and take her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. Then I place it gently on her mound. “Show me where you want my mouth.”
Her breath catches and she clenches her thighs.
“Show me,” I coax. “It’s okay, you pretty thing. Touch yourself for me.”
She swallows, and finally her fingers trace the pretty little triangle of hair between her legs. She eases her thighs apart, and then her fingertips dip down to slide over her clit. Then she checks my face for approval.
I approve, alright. In fact, I can’t wait any longer. Leaning down on my forearms, I kiss the back of the hand that’s slowly stroking her clit. The scent of her arousal tightens my balls again. Jesus. I nudge her hand aside with my nose and lick up the center of her.
Her moan is a sob. I take her thighs in both hands and deepen my kiss. My tongue slides without effort. She’s so wet and ready that my dick leaks in sympathy. In a minute, buddy. I’m busy here. Hailey gasps, arching off the bed, pressing her core closer to me, riding my tongue. It’s so hot that I break out in a sweat across my back.
A minute or two later, and she’s close already. “Oh, no you don’t,” I chide, moving my kisses to the inside of her thigh. “Not without me.” Her legs try to catch me and hold me close, but I press her hips down into the bed. “Don’t get ahead of the coach,” I warn, just to keep things light. But I’m dying for it. I kneel between her legs and wrap my hand around my girth. Our eyes lock, and the fog is gone from hers. There’s just desire there. It’s beautiful.
The anticipation is so sweet that I drag it out one beautiful moment longer. If anyone knows how fleeting intimacy is, it’s me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Hailey,” I say as I drag the head of my cock through her soft, wetness. “This is perfect.” Then I lean down and give her a quick kiss as I push myself inside.
She moans as I fill her. I press back up again onto my hands, so I can watch. Maybe hockey players make shitty husbands, but I’m a great lover. I take a deep breath to keep control of my eager body. Then I give her a nice, slow thrust. Hottie squeezes her eyes closed with pleasure.