Possessive Coach

I want him to break me into tiny pieces. I want him to put me back together again, so slowly, one shard at a time.

I reach down and grab his hair, moaning his name. Sweat beads along my skin as my face flushes. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down. His tongue and lips suck and work my pussy and clit, driving me wild, and I whisper his name, unable to help myself. “Oh, god, David,” I moan. “Oh my god. Keep going.”

He doubles his effort, fingers sliding in deep to fuck me. I lie back on the bed, my hair fanned out behind me, and I stretch my arms up above my head. I gasp, writhing my hips, as the pleasure mounts faster, faster, mounts so high I think I might lose my mind.

I come against his mouth as he licks me, sucking my clit, driving me wild. I gasp and moan as it fills me, swirls me around, leaves me quivering and moaning and smiling like an idiot on the bed. He finishes me off and leans back. I barely manage to sit up on one elbow, my hair a frizzy mess, my body trembling, my cheeks tingling. He comes up and kisses me, and I can still taste myself on his lips.

“Now,” he whispers, “go to sleep.”

“What?” I manage.

He stands up, a smirk on his lips. “Go to sleep,” he says again. “Bathroom’s just over there. I’ll be out on the couch.” He heads to the plain white door with smooth, fresh paint, and glances over his shoulder at me. His devilish eyes seem to sparkle in the moonlight. “You taste good, little Chloe. And now you’re all mine.”

He leaves without a word, shutting his door with a click.

I lean back on his bed and laugh. I can’t help myself. This is all so absurd, but that felt so good, and I’m just riding high on the pleasure of his tongue.

Soon though, I manage to pull back his comforter and sheets. I curl up on his bed, not bothering to get undressed. He has two pillows, one fluffy firm, and the other flatter and softer. I pick the firmer of the two and tuck it under my head. I breathe deep and can smell him on the sheets.

I close my eyes and smile, willing sleep to come take me away.7DavidI wake up on the couch early the next morning. I reach over to my simple wooden coffee table and grab my phone. It’s a little after five, and the sun’s just starting to peek through the blinds. I sit up, take a deep breath, and let it out. My apartment looks still and calm, and I slowly stand up and stretch.

My bedroom door is still shut. I use the bathroom, brush my teeth, then head into my small kitchen. There’s just enough counter space for a toaster oven, a drip coffee maker, and my drainboard. I keep my place neat and clean for the most part, so the sink’s empty and the clean dishes are stacked up on the board. I put them away quietly then make some coffee. The black machine burbles at me and I stare as the glass carafe slowly fills.

I grab a blue Fiestaware mug from the cabinet, a heavy thing with a small loop handle, and place it down on the counter. I fill it with coffee, take a sip, and stare at the cabinet for a long moment.

Chloe is sitting in my bed right now.

The thought jolts me awake. It was like last night had been a dream. But no, I definitely woke up on my couch, and she’s definitely in my bed right this second.

And I definitely licked her delicious honey pussy until she came on my tongue.

I whistle a little tune as the coffee starts to do its work. I grab a frying pan from a hanging pot rack I have over the sink and start cooking some eggs. I make some toast, set some butter and jam out on the table, and by the time I’m finished making breakfast, I hear my bedroom door open.

Chloe comes out, her dark hair messy. She’s still wearing the same clothes she had on last night, a big sweatshirt and lightweight cotton shorts. She smiles a little and leans up against the wall, a few feet from one of my Godfather posters. “Morning,” she says.

“Coffee’s fresh and I just finished cooking. Hungry?”

“I could eat.” She comes into the kitchen and looks around. “Mugs?”

“Cabinet right there,” I say, pointing to the cabinet next to the refrigerator.

She finds a mug, fills it up and sits down at the table as I portion out the eggs and carry it all over. I put her plate down in front of her, put mine down in front of my spot, and take a seat.