Page 84 of The Chemistry Coach
“Connor, stop.”
He responded immediately, his hands stopped their roaming and came to a rest on her waist.His kisses ceased the second she said the words.“What’s wrong?”he asked, concern lacing his expression.Daisy rubbed at the twinge in her chest.It hadn’t been this easy every time she’d told a partner to stop.A lot of times it came with an argument, or blatant disregard.But not with Connor.Never with Connor.
She cleared her throat and ignored the way her face heated.There was no room for embarrassment or shame between them.
“I, um.”She cleared her throat again.“I don’t do unsafe sex.Like at all.”
A crease formed between his brow and he said, “Okay?”dragging the word out like a question.
Daisy realized sex education wasn’t always thorough, so she covered her face with her hands in an attempt to hide and forced herself to elaborate.“It, uh, it seemed like you were going to go down on me, and that can still transmit STIs, and I trust you, and I’m clean, but we should both get tested, and I need to see the results myself to be sure, and you can see mine if we’re planning on doing this because we should both protect ourselves and each other as best we can and that’s inconvenient and I’m ruining the mood but it’s impor—”
“Daisy, breathe.”Connor cut off her rambling and sat up, the absence of his skin against hers a loss deep in her gut.Connor reached out and grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her face and forcing her to meet his eyes.“We aren’t going to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.It’s okay.If you don’t want me to eat you out, then I won’t.If you don’t want to give me head, then we won’t do that either.If you change your mind, we can revisit the subject.This is supposed to be fun.I’ll get tested this week, and I’d love to see your results too.”
Daisy nodded, absorbing the care he put into his words, her affection for him growing to unmanageable levels.“I do want to do those things.I really do.And you don’t have to, but if you wanted, I brought some dams with me.”
His amusement was apparent when he smirked at her.“That’s a little presumptuous.”
She laughed, “I like to think of it as prepared.”
He climbed off the bed, leaving her there.She rolled to her side and watched as he sauntered to the bathroom and grabbed her little leather pouch.He held it up and asked, “In here?”
She nodded, and he brought the bag to her.She pulled a dam out and tossed the bag onto the floor.Connor grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand and climbed on the bed, nudging Daisy’s legs open.
On full display for him, she shoved down her self-consciousness.The way he looked at her left no doubt about what he wanted.
He squirted lube into his hands, warming it before rubbing it over Daisy’s sensitive skin.The slick slide of his fingers on her was intoxicating, and soon their conversation fled her mind.
Daisy had her eyes closed, back bowed in pleasure, fingers fisted in the sheets when Connor picked up the packet resting on her belly.He grabbed one of her hands and placed her fingers over his, still moving in circles around her clit.She followed his silent instructions, her own touch boring and muted compared to his, but better than nothing.Connor wiped his hands on his thighs, trying to get them dry enough to rip open the packet.When he succeeded, he pushed Daisy’s hand out of the way and unfolded the barrier, placing it over her.
“Here,” he placed her fingers over the edge of the dam, “hold this.”
She did as she was told, and he settled between her legs.Connor held her thighs open, kneading and squeezing the soft skin.He kissed the inside of her knee, once again making her squirm.Daisy was going to combust right there in his bed.All that would be left was a dental dam and a pile of ash.
She saw stars with the first swipe of his tongue up her center.His mouth put his fingers to shame.The tension in her belly grew, and grew, and grew.He kept her on the edge, focusing his attention on her clit, and right when she teetered on the edge, he’d move his attention elsewhere.
She growled at him, her frustration growing.
Her hips rocked in time with the rhythm of his mouth on her body.She clamped her thighs around his head, unable to stop their quaking, and when she fisted her fingers in his hair in warning, he pushed her over the cliff.Her orgasm crashed over her, and he didn’t stop.
Connor licked her through it, sliding his hands under her ass when her hips lifted off the bed.She tried to rip him away when she became oversensitive, but he kept going, and soon the tension built again, faster than before.
Daisy cried out the second time, her words unintelligible.Only when she finished spasming, her body relaxing and breathing slowing, did Connor let up.
He rounded the bed to his side table and rolled on a condom.She should reciprocate, but her limbs were jelly.He settled himself between her legs, sliding his cock through the wetness of her swollen pussy.Her natural lubricant and the additional silicon made it easy for him to sheath himself in one swift movement.He didn’t pause or give her time to adjust, taking her hard and fast.The previous night was lovemaking, but this was fucking.Daisy couldn’t decide which she liked better.He pounded into her at a relentless pace, and all she could do was hold on for the ride, her fingernails digging into his ass.His rhythm stuttered before long, and he pulsed inside her.
When he stilled and dropped more of his weight on her, he said, “Fuck,” and they both laughed, breathlessly enjoying their well-earned endorphins.
The press box wasn’t as exciting as Daisy had imagined.Connor told her as much and offered her his tickets, saying she was always welcome to them.But she’d insisted they sit with the press.She should’ve listened to him, because the old man she sat next to would not shut his yap about how it wasso interestingthat so many ladies had taken an interest in sports.Inhis daythe men did the reporting because they had a better idea of the inner workings of a player’s mind.Daisy and Roxie nodded along with his rambling, trying to pay attention to the game.
The press also didn’t get as excited as Daisy and Roxie.They had to remain unbiased, but having a little enthusiasm for the team they covered shouldn’t be frowned upon.
She dug her nails into the sides of her chair, trying to contain her excitement when Connor scored a goal.He looked to the press box during his celebration, but Daisy didn’t think he could see her.
The Freeze won the game in an upset.Daisy and Roxie vibrated with excitement on their way to the locker rooms for media availability afterwards.Connor stood when they entered the room, half-naked and gleaming with sweat.He kissed Daisy, who didn’t argue, but when he moved to hug Roxie, she held up a hand, halting him in his tracks.“Absolutely not,” she said.“You fucking reek.Shower, then maybe we can talk.”
Hazy and Connor had been selected for interviews, and they both gave them huge grins when they held out their tape recorders.The interviews were lackluster; the boys had to give the same boring answers they always gave to mainstream media.
Hazy let Connor answer when Roxie asked, “You’ve done a big 180 from earlier in the season.What has been working for your line the last several games?“
