Page 10 of Not My Coach

She lifts her hand and touches the top of my tie before running it down my chest. When her eyes meet mine, they are on fire, and if I look close enough, I can see the flames growing.

“No guy has ever asked me that,” she mumbles, pushing her hand lower.

Reaching out, I tuck the hair behind her shoulders with my hands, trailing my fingertips along her exposed skin. “What a shame.”

A moment stretches out between us, and the air thickens and electrifies as I fight to restrain myself from kissing her. I might not have had a night of fucking with no attachments, but that doesn’t mean I won’t excel at it. Perhaps even discover a slice of life that I’ve never enjoyed.

“Tell me,” I order her, brushing the back of my fingers across her sharp cheekbone.

Her lips part at my touch, and I feel the side of my lips tip up.

“U-um …” Her eyes drop to my chest, and her sudden coyness does more to me than I was prepared for, my dick throbbing against my pants.

“Evie?” I whisper, and she finds my hooded stare. “You don’t have to be ashamed of anything with me, okay? You’re nervous all of a sudden. Why?”

She shivers and shrugs, her bottom lip sticking out further than the top. “What do you like?”

“A question with a question. I’ll answer, but I still want yours too.” I lift my hands and trail them down her silky sides, then back up and over the side of her full breasts.

My right hand drifts higher, and I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze gently. “My ex would never try anything new in the bedroom, no matter how docile it might have been. Although, even when we were together the last few years, we didn’t have sex,” I admit and tighten my grip.

Her eyes roll back, and her thighs squeeze together.

“Do you like this?”

She nods, but that’s not enough for me. I need to hear her say it.

“You either give me your full consent to do something or it doesn’t happen. Okay? I don’t want there to be any gray area between us.”

Her eyes sharpen, and she runs her tongue along her bottom lip. “Please, take control. Usually, the men I’ve slept with are too lazy or unsure of themselves to handle me, so I end up having to lead the entire time.”

Tilting her head up, I strike, running my tongue up the base of her neck to her ear, eliciting the softest whimper from her parted lips, which has me wanting to shove restraint out of the fucking window.

She wants someone to take control? She wants to be at my beck and call for tonight? Deal.

The feeling that flows down my back is one of perfection, a sensation that has my cock nearly bursting through the seams.

“You want to be mine for tonight, sweetheart?” I growl into her ear.

She nods, and I roughly bite at her neck, dragging my teeth over the tender flesh—a warning for her to use her words.

She seems to understand my language as she breathily says, “Please. I want to be yours for tonight. Just don’t stop. I’ve never been so goddamn turned on in my life.”

Chuckling darkly, I pull away to look into her dilated pupils. “Good. We are just getting started. I want you to tell me if I’m doing something that you don’t like or if there’s something you would like more. Don’t worry; if you’re at a loss for words, I’ll still make you come over and over again for me tonight. I’m a curious man, and I like to know that every touch of mine is making you come undone.”

“Okay,” she mumbles, and her fingers reach down to my belt, but I catch her wrist in my hand.

“Patience,” I whisper and lift her hand, kissing each knuckle delicately before releasing it.

Grabbing the edge of her dress, I drag it agonizingly slow up her hips until her black thong is glistening in the dim lights.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, and your pussy is already purring,” I growl. “Let’s see just how wet you are for me.”

Running my fingers down her bare stomach, I slide my fingers over her panties until they find the dampened center. Roughly, I tug them aside and swipe through the wetness dripping from her.

“What a good fucking girl, already drenched and begging for me to stretch you out,” I groan into her mouth.

Pulling my hand from my own personal oasis between her thighs, I suck my fingers clean, and my mouth waters at the arousal of her on my tongue. “God, you taste so fucking sweet, Evie.”

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