Page 75 of Catching the Coach
lucy
THREE WEEKS LATER
The days have been flyingby since the night I told Kessler I loved him. He’s been on the road for away games half of those days, and while I miss him, it’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be. He video-chats Hudson and me whenever he gets the chance. We’ve even gotten each other off over video-chat, and it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. I clench my thighs together just thinking about it.
He’s coming home today from a four day stretch of away games.
Home.
When Kessler is here, he’s here.
At my house.
He only goes to his apartment to grab his mail or more clothes. I’ve even cleared out some closet space for him and a couple of drawers in my dresser.
I asked him why we don’t ever stay at his apartment. He told me his apartment has always just been a place to sleep, that my house felt like coming home. So here is where we stay.
Hudson likes that he’s here too. A little bit of sadness creeps in because I know he’s missed out on having a dad, but that was never in my control. Thinking of Hudson’s other DNA provider makes my gut twist. I need to tell Kessler about him. The longer I wait, the harder it gets. I know I need to do it soon, before the media digs too deep and he finds out from someone that isn’t me.
I’m lost in my thoughts, and I must not hear the front door open. A pair of big hands grab my shoulders, making me shriek. I jump out of my office chair and whip around. My fist colliding with a solid and familiar chest.
“Whoa there, killer. It’s just me,” Kessler says, circling my wrists with his hand and pulling me to his chest, shoulders shaking with laughter.
“Jesus, Kessler. You scared the shit out of me.” He releases my wrists and I step into him, encircling his waist. Laying my head on his chest, I inhale his spice and leather scent, and release a sigh. “I’m so glad you’re home,” I say into his chest.
His arms wrap around me and I feel his lips on my head. “It’s good to be home, Coach,” he says into my hair.
We stand in each other’s embrace for a few seconds. I pull back and tip my face to look up at him. His handsome face stares back at me, green eyes boring into mine. “I’ve missed you,” I whisper, lifting onto my tiptoes. He meets me halfway and covers my lips with his, giving me soft, slow kisses.
Our kisses quickly grow hungry. Kessler runs his hands over the curve of my ass and lifts me effortlessly into his arms. “Mmm, I’ve missed these lips,” he says, backing me into the wall and thrusting his hips into mine. I can feel something else that missed me through my thin leggings.
“We have 20 minutes until Hudson gets home.” That is all I have to say. Kessler sets me down and tugs my leggings and underwear down and off my feet. He stands and pulls his own pants and briefs down, and steps out of them.
He kneels down and lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, causing me to lean upper back against the wall. Kessler runs his tongue through my slit. “Mmm, already wet and ready for me,” he says, dipping his tongue back in. I let out a soft moan and tip my head back. Resting it against the wall, I reach down and run my fingers through Kessler’s chocolate-brown hair.
Kessler sucks and licks until I feel the pressure of an orgasm starting to build. I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling his face closer. Using his other hand, he inserts one, then two fingers inside of me, matching the rhythm of his mouth. The sensation is almost too much, and my breathing increases. “Kessler, fuck,” I say, voice strained. “Just, just like that.” I can feel my orgasm on the edge, just as I’m about to come, he pulls back. “No!” I cry out.
Kessler stands and muffles my protest with a kiss, letting me taste myself on his lips. “I want us to finish together,” he says, lifting me and carrying me into my bedroom. He sets me down and walks to my nightstand, grabbing a condom.
I start to walk to the bed, but he stops me. “No, I want you against the wall, don’t move.” His stern command sends shivers through my body. I back up to the wall and watch him roll on the condom, then stride back over to me, his thigh muscles flexing with each step. “Like what you see?” he asks when he reaches me.
“Always,” I tell him, running my hands under his shirt and tugging it off, revealing his glorious body. I lightly scratch my nails down his chest and over his well defined abs, sending a wave of shivers through him.
He pulls my tank top off and flicks the front clasp of my bra, making my breasts spring free. He takes one in each hand massaging one as he sucks on the other. “10 minutes,” I say, reminding him that time is not on our side. He releases my breasts and crushes my lips to his. He picks me up again and lines himself up with my center. Looking me in the eyes, he slowly enters me, stretching me. I suck in a breath, relishing in the fullness.
“Hold onto me, Lucy. I’m not going to be gentle,” he warns. I lock my arms around his shoulders and he pins me up against the wall. Kessler pounds into me over and over with a force I’ve never experienced with him. The sound of skin slapping skin and our ragged breathing fills the room. The pressure of an orgasm builds low in my belly.
“Kess, yes, I’m, I’m close,” I tell him, digging my nails into his shoulder.
He growls into my shoulder and bites down, sending heat straight to my core. I cry out as Kessler reaches between us and circles my clit. “That’s it baby,” he whispers into my ear, “come for me.” And I do–my orgasm hits me so hard, I see spots. Kessler slams into me a few more times, before he reaches his own release.
Kessler gives me a kiss and eases out of me, going into the bathroom to take care of the condom. I follow him in and grab a washcloth, cleaning myself up. I rinse it out and hand it to Kessler. He cleans himself off and tosses it in the laundry.
We’re pulling on the last of our clothes when the front door opens. We both pause and look at each other. “You uh, might want to go fix your hair,” Kessler says, motioning to my head. “You literally look like you just had sex.” I reach up and touch my messy ponytail. Kessler walks out into the living room while I freshen up.
I walk out to the end of the hallway and see Kessler and Hudson at the kitchen island. A bag of pretzels open between them and a jar of peanut butter is being passed back and forth. I lean up against the wall and rest my head on the edge, taking in the scene. Kessler looks over at me with a grin and gives me a wink.
I’ll never get over the sight of them together.
