Page 75 of The Chemistry Coach
Connor fixed chicken, rice, and broccoli for dinner.Daisy offered to help, but keeping Dylan entertained helped way more than having her in the kitchen.She settled them on the couch with a handful of slime and turned on Spider-Man.Dylan adored Spider-Man.If asked what to watch, he’d choose it one hundred percent of the time.Connor had seen every version so many times he could recite whole scripts in his sleep.He quoted some of the best lines ofSpider-Man: Homecomingwhile he cooked, getting a kick out of Daisy’s amusement.
They paused the movie halfway through to eat dinner, but after Dylan had eaten and was ready for bed, they resumed it.Connor sat in the corner of his sister’s sofa with Daisy tucked into his side.Dylan started out sitting on the floor, but throughout the movie he’d gotten closer and closer to Daisy, somehow ending up on her lap.His face was snuggled into her neck, and he was snoring before the movie ended.
Connor let the credits roll before he moved.It took some maneuvering, but they managed to free themselves from the trap of a sleeping child without waking him.He offered to take him, but Daisy insisted on carrying the boy to bed.She laid Dylan in his bed and brushed his hair out of his face.
“He’s a great kid,” she said when they shut the door behind them.
“Uh huh.”Connor agreed.
He followed her to the living room, where he hit play on the random next movie and dragged her into his lap.For a while they both watched the screen, though Connor’s gaze remained unseeing.He was doing a wide array of depraved things to Daisy in his head.She wrapped an arm around his neck, and he buried his face in the side of hers.She smelled so fucking good.
“You smell like strawberries and flowers,” he told her, inhaling.“I can’t get enough.”
He tongued her pulse point, and her reply came out breathy.“It’s my shampoo.”
Connor’s fingers toyed with the hem of her sweatshirt, slipping under the fabric to skim along bare skin.The move earned him a gasp, and then Daisy shifted, straddling his lap, her fingers threaded through the hair at his nape, coaxing his gaze up to hers so she could lean in and nip his bottom lip.She claimed his mouth in a searing kiss, leaving him breathless.
When she rolled her hips against his, fireworks exploded behind his eyes.They let out matching groans, and she repeated the motion.He let his hands wander under her sweatshirt and found the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and running his fingertips down her back, making her shiver.He was eager to get his hands on her tits.He ached to see them too, but he had enough self-awareness to know getting her naked in his sister’s living room wasn’t the move.He settled for acquainting himself through touch, weighing and kneading.When he tweaked a nipple, she gasped into his mouth, her hips bucking against him.He did it again, hungry for her desperate noises.
Pressure started to build at the base of his spine as they continued to grind.“Fuck, Daisy,” he panted.She sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck.He grabbed her hips, torn between needing her to stop before he embarrassed himself and wanting to guide her hips into a perfect rhythm.“You have to slow down.”
“Connor,” she whined and wiggled her hips, guiding his hand to her tit before fisting hers in his hair.
Connor followed her clear directions, returning his attention to her nipples.He had a beautiful woman rubbing her jeans-clad pussy all over his cock, using his body for her own pleasure, and he was hurtling toward the finish line faster than she was, he could tell.His voice was gravel when he warned her, “That feels too fucking good, Daisy.”
She kept up the pace, letting out nearly inaudible moans with each pass of her core against his erection.He shifted in his seat, the panic of what was about to happen creeping in.
“If you don’t slow down, I’m going to—“
She cut him off with a bite to his neck and rolled her hips faster.“I want you to.”
With those four words he came in his pants.His entire body spasmed with his release.She continued her motions until he stopped shuddering.“Fucking Christ, Daisy.”She’d slowed her rhythm, peppering his face with soft kisses.
She moved to get off his lap, and he hauled her toward him, laying her on the couch and nestling his hips between her legs.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
Daisy’s giggle turned into a gasp when Connor caught her earlobe between his teeth.“Nowhere,” she panted.He slipped his hands under her shirt and found her nipples again, flicking and twisting them while he nibbled her neck until she turned back into a writhing mess.He popped open the button of her jeans, and he teased the soft skin at the waistband of her panties.
“Oh.My.God.What the fuck?”
Daisy went rigid beneath him, and it took several seconds for Connor to realize the words hadn’t come from her.Panic replaced lust in a heartbeat, and he forced himself to look toward the front door.He met his sister’s eyes, and she covered hers with a hand, whirling around and saying, “Ohmygod ohmygod.Ew.Ew.Ew.I’m scarred for life.”
Connor dropped his head onto Daisy’s shoulder.He sat up, bringing her with him and helping her straighten her clothing and fix her hair.He sighed.“It’s safe now.Sorry.”
Connor’s next three games were incredible.The Connor line was on a hot streak and had multiple points each game.So it was a surprise when they got called into the coach’s office.
After practice, they showered and marched to their doom together.Coach Bree came out from behind his desk, getting closer to them than necessary as they sat.He crossed his arms and leaned against the desk, a move Connor suspected was meant to seem casual.
Hazy and Lover leaned back in their seats, their arms crossed and legs stretched out in front of them.Everyone was trying to force nonchalance.It put Connor on edge.He jiggled his knee, trying to expel some of his nervous energy.It betrayed his anxiety, but he couldn’t force his body to be still.Nobody talked.Everyone just stared at each other.And nobody else in the room was at risk of having their entire life uprooted.Hazy and Lover still had multiple years on their contracts.Management planned to build a team around them.
He couldn’t take the tense, awkward silence anymore.“Can you tell us what this is about?”
Coach Bree nodded.“The extra time you’ve invested in forming a connection has paid off.Don’t you think?”he directed the question at Lover and Hazy.
Both boys nodded.“Yeah, we found our groove,” Lover said.
“Agreed,” said Hazy.
