Possessive Coach

“I know.”

“But it felt good, didn’t it?”

I nod once and grin. “It really did.”

“He got hit today at practice.” He frowns and swirls the liquid in his glass. “I made it happen.”

“Really?” I ask, leaning toward him.

“Really.” He smiles a little. “Set it all up. Didn’t think it’d work out so well, but…” He trails off, shrugs. “Guess it did.”

“Are you going to get in trouble?”

“No,” he says. “I’m not. But I might if I keep pushing things at practice, so I’ll have to lay off for a bit.”

“Thank you.” I put my hand on his leg. “Did he get hit hard?”

He smirks at me. “Really, really hard.” He leans closer, cups my chin and puts his palm on my cheek. He kisses me gently. “Stayed down for a little while, too.”

“Good. He deserves worse.”

“I know that.” He kisses me again, this time his hand moving back into my hair. He grabs it, holds it tight, lets the kiss linger. I bite his lower lip and pull away before putting my glass down on the coffee table.

I feel my heart racing in my chest and I feel like a totally different person. “I never did anything like that before,” I say, shifting toward him. “I’ve never pulled a prank or anything.”

“You were a good girl,” he says, nodding. “Not surprised.”

“Good girl, or maybe just boring.” I bite my lip. “What about you?”

“Oh, shit, well. I was a bastard.” He laughs. “Trail of destruction and broken hearts in my wake. There’s a reason my father handed his company over to my sister.”

I laugh a little. “He didn’t trust you?”

“Well, not exactly. He just knew my heart wasn’t in it and she wanted it more. Turns out, I really like coaching.”

I lean toward him and bite my lip. “You’re an interesting guy.”

“You’re a beautiful girl.”

“Not a lot of men would be okay with their sister taking over their father’s company, you know.”

“Not a lot of men are as secure as I am.”

I nod a little and stand. I stare down at him before reaching down and taking off my black shirt. I throw it on the floor as he leans back on the couch, his eyes moving down my body.

“I like that you’re so confident,” I say, unbuttoning my jeans. “I like that you take what you want.”

“And I like this new you,” he answers.

“Easy for you to say when I’m in my underwear.” I take off my black jeans and stand in front of him wearing nothing but a black thong and a black bra. I decided to keep my wardrobe matching, just in case.

He sits forward, puts his glass on the coffee table, and kisses my stomach. His hands move up the backs of my legs until he cups my ass. I run my fingers through his hair as he looks up at me.

“You don’t need to be naked for me to want you, Chloe,” he whispers. “All this shit that’s happened, and you’re still going… a lot of women would’ve just run away.”

“I’m not the type,” I say.

He smirks and bites the front of my panties, pulling them out, then letting them go. They snap back against my skin. “I know you’re not.” He reaches around and slowly pulls them off. I let out a little groan as a shiver runs down my spine.

His mouth kisses the top of my pussy before he moves down, licking along my lips, moving from the outside in, gathering me up. His tongue rolls around my clit and my fingers grab tighter into his hair. I let out a moan, unable to help myself, as he grabs my ass again, this time harder.

“You know, when we were out there, I just kept thinking about how much fun it would be to get caught,” I moan. “Isn’t that insane? I just want to break the rules, you know what I mean?”

“You don’t want that asshole to get away with it. You want him to know it’s you that’s fighting back.” He looks up at me then tongues my pussy again.

I groan and push him back onto the couch. I take off my bra and let it fall down onto the floor. I drop to my knees and unbuckle his belt. I tug his jeans off and feel his hard cock through his boxer briefs. I take those off too and add them to our little pile of clothes on the floor.

He’s rock hard and almost quivering as I take him in my palm and stroke him. I lick him root to tip then suck him hard. I moan as he reaches forward and spanks my ass. I spread my legs and he manages to slip a finger around to tease my ass as I take him deep into my throat.

I gag, pull back, and gasp. I stroke him with both hands as he pulls me forward and slides his other fingers inside my pussy. He fucks me with them as I continue to stroke him, and god, it feels so good. His finger takes me, pushing deep inside my tight spot. I wiggle my hips in response, unable to help myself, as moans escape my lips.