Stretched

I won’t cry. I refuse to let that pain enter. Because once I do there’s going to be no stopping it. I look down at my feet as I walk forward, past the students here for various extracurricular activities.

I push the front door open and a gust of warm wind brushes over me. The loud banging of it slamming shut seems to echo all around me. For a moment, I just stand there and look straight ahead, the faculty parking lot off to the left side, the student one to my right. I exhale slowly and shake my head, feeling ridiculous, not knowing why I let any of this bother me so deeply.

Because I care for him.

I fell for him so hard.

The sound of the doors opening behind me have me moving to the side, assuming it’s just a student exiting. But my heart starts racing when I see who’s standing right behind me.

Markus.

His expression is pained. “Lily,” he says in a deep, sorrowful voice. “What you saw was a misunderstanding. I didn’t even touch her. And she wouldn’t back off.”

Of course I believe him. He wasn’t touching the dean. I guess just seeing him with another woman really cut me deep.

I don’t say anything because I don’t know what to say. I know I’m overreacting, and now I just feel like a fool.

“Will you come with me so we can talk privately? I don’t want to go back in there. I just want to be alone with you so we can get our bearings.”

I nod, and right away he gives me a smile and heads down the steps. We start walking toward the football field. I follow close behind, the grounds pretty dead this early in the morning.

I keep following him and realize we are going behind the bleachers. There’s definitely privacy, and I assume that’s why he’s taking me out here.

When we are behind them, he stops, shoving his hands in the pockets of his shorts and stares at me. “What you saw back there is a misunderstanding,” he says and I feel my throat tighten. “You’re the only one I want, Lily. You’re the only one I will ever want.” I watch as his throat works as he swallows.

“I overreacted,” I finally say and exhale as if I’m almost defeated. I lean against the back of the bleachers and stare at him, forcing myself not to look away even though I’m embarrassed. “I don’t know why I ran. I look like an idiot.” He’s in front of me a second later, his hands cupping my cheeks, his thumb smoothing right under my eyes.

“You’re not. You care for me, don’t you?” I nod instantly. “And you got hurt. Leaving what’s causing you pain is normal.”

“Yeah, but really there was nothing going on. Literally nothing.”

“You’re it for me, Lily. I mean that with everything that’s in me. This isn’t about some quick fuck, some taboo relationship. This is about you being mine and me being yours. This is going to last forever and I guess a relationship wouldn’t do that without a little bit of drama thrown in,” he says and smiles, and I can’t help but return the gesture.

As I stare into his eyes all I can think about is being with him, under these bleachers. Privacy is all around us, despite the fact we’re out in the open. I rise up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. And then I press my mouth on his, taking him just as forcefully as he took me the first time.

He growls roughly and runs his tongue along the seam of my lips, pushing it inside and forcing me to take it. I open wider and suck on his tongue, moaning at the flavor and feel of him.

I can feel how hard he is for me, his length getting bigger and thicker with each passing second we kiss.

“I want you, but I don’t want to take you for your first time here, baby.”

I pant against his mouth. “I can’t think of a better place to finally be with you.” I’m staring up at his face, I can see how affected he is just by his expression, and know that anywhere I have Coach Big take my virginity is perfection.

Feeling brave, I reach down and stroke his cock through his shorts, staring into his face, gauging his reaction.

He slams a hand on the bleachers beside my head, his breathing becoming erratic the more I stroke him.

“Are you sure about this, baby?”

I lick my lips and nod. “More than sure.”

Chapter Eleven

Coach Big

Jesus.

I shouldn’t do this. Lily deserves so much better than this, but I can’t help it. I’m weak. I have to have her. I’ve held back as long as I can and I’m starved for her.