Page 47 of Catching the Coach
“Lucy,” Kessler says in a commanding tone. “I won’t ask again. Take me to your room.”
My eyes grow wide and I feel my core clench at the command.
Finally my legs get the signal my brain is now screaming at them and I take a wobbly step forward and another and another, until I’m grabbing Kessler’s hand and leading him down the hallway and into my room. I stop just inside the threshold and turn around, looking up at him. His moss-green eyes are almost black with lust. I lay my hand on his chest and feel his heart thundering behind his shirt.
“I dreamt of you last night,” he says, placing one hand over mine bringing it up to his lips. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind, even in my sleep. Now that you’re mine, I want to worship you, Lucy.”
Say YES!My brain begs.
“Yes, Kessler,” I say, my voice barely audible.
As if he was waiting for my permission, Kessler’s lips crash to mine with hungry need. I match his eagerness, and grip his shirt in both fists, bringing him as close to me as I can. Kessler runs his hands down my thin tank top, reaching the hem and pulling it over my head. Next, he reaches for the waistband of my leggings and slips both hands down the back grabbing handfuls of my ass. He groans into my mouth and rocks my hips forward, pressing me against his erection. I let out a moan as his solid mass hits my sensitive clit. Kessler backs me into the bed, and my knees give way as they hit the bed. He reaches down and pulls my leggings off and tosses them to the side. His dark eyes slowly take in my body.
I move to lay my hands over my stomach. “Don’t even think about covering yourself up Lucy.” He growls, stopping me. He kneels down in front of me and runs his hand up my thighs and over my stomach. “You are the sexiest, fucking woman I have ever laid my eyes on. These,” he says tracing over my faded stretch marks, “only make you that much sexier. Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me.”
His hands roam up the rest of my body and over the dark-green lace bra. He circles one of my nipples and rolls it between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Ahh,” I cry out, arching my back off the bed, and pushing my breast further into his hand.
“Mmm, such a responsive, good girl.”
I lay back down against the bed as his hands move back down my body. Propping myself up on my elbows to watch him. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I say, trying to sit up.
He pushes my chest back down and chuckles. “I’ll get there. Right now, I’m taking care of you. Lay back and enjoy the ride, Coach.”
I do as I’m told and he positions himself between my legs. He traces his nose up one of my thighs, placing soft kisses as he goes. Heat pulses between my legs. He reaches my lace panties and hooks a finger around each side and tugs them down, tossing them on the floor. He returns to my pussy and runs his nose up the slit. I suck in a breath. He looks up at me with smoldering eyes. He opens his mouth and runs his tongue up my crease, licking me like an ice cream cone, never breaking eye contact.
Fuck me.
“So sweet, just like I thought you would be,” he says, before returning his tongue to my slip and tracing a path up it again.
He’s barely even touching me and I’m ready to combust. I squirm under him, trying to increase the pressure. He smirks up at me and circles my clit with his tongue. Sending me crashing back into the mattress.
“Fuuuck,” I groan out, gripping the sheets with one hand and reaching for his hair with the other. Kessler grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulder, tugging me closer, and increasing the delicious pressure. “Yes, yes, so good,” I whisper. I can feel pressure already building inside of me.
I push my heels into his shoulders and increase the pressure. Kessler lets out a growl and reaches up and tweaks one of my nipples. I cry out. “Jesus Kessler, just like that.” I grind my hips into his face and ride him, pushing myself further to the edge. My grip tightens on his hair making him groan. Kessler moves his hand that’s wrapped around my leg and slides a finger inside of me slowly stroking the inside in a come here motion and hitting a spot that has me seeing stars.
“Oh Fuck, Kessler. That’s, that’s. I’m going to…” I don’t even finish my sentence as my orgasm hits. I clamp my thighs down around his face and he continues his pace, not letting up until my aftershocks have subsided and he’s licked me clean.
Kessler rocks back onto his heels and stands. He stares down at me giving me a ‘cat who ate the canary’ look. “I’ve been dreaming of doing that to you since we had dinner at Tony’s,” he says, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and wiping his mouth. “Even better than I imagined.”
I sit up and grab his joggers, pulling him forward. “Already eager for more?” he asks, cupping my face and running his thumb over my swollen lips.
I shake my head. “Not yet, but I can return the favor.” I run my hands over the length of his impressive erection, causing him to let out a hiss. I stroke the outside a few times before pulling his joggers down. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side.
“Take your shirt off,” I say, returning my hands to his cock stroking him through his briefs. He does as I tell him and I pause, taking a minute to soak in the beauty that is Kessler. I knew he worked out, but I didn’t think he was this fit. I count six toned abs, with a light sprinkling of hair starting from his belly button and continuing down into his underwear. I pull his briefs down and his cock springs free, bobbing with delight. He steps out of them and I return my hands to his cock, stroking the soft skin.
Kessler hisses a breath through his teeth and closes his eyes, tilting his head back. I give it a few strokes, then lean forward and run my tongue around his head, licking up the precum that’s leaked out.
Kessler weaves his hand into my hair and grips tight, making my scalp prickle and my eyes water slightly. “Fuck Lucy,” he grinds out through his teeth. “You need to stop or I’m going to embarrass myself.” I chuckle and lean forward to do it again, but he stops me. “I’m serious Lucy, I need to be inside you. Now.”
I nod and climb back onto the bed. Kessler bends down and reaches into his sweats, grabbing his wallet, he pulls out a condom. Ripping the foil with his teeth, he gives himself a few strokes before rolling it on. I never thought of that being a turn on, reading several scenes like this in my smut books. How wrong I was.
Kessler stalks towards me and crawls on to the bed and over my body. He captures my lips with his giving me a slow deep kiss. Pulling back he gives me a devilish grin and flips me over onto my stomach. I let out a yelp, and start to get to my knees. I feel a sharpsmackagainst my ass, and the sound echoes off the walls. Kessler’s hand pushes me back down to the mattress.
The vibration from his hand makes my clit throb, begging for another release I know isn’t possible. I’ve never come more than once. He runs his hand over the spot he spanked me, soothing the slight sting. He leans his body over me and whispers into my ear, “I’ll tell you if I want you on your knees baby.”
Fuck me.
