Page 36 of 4th Degree

I jerk myself faster and faster, lost to the image of Skylar with my cock down her throat. I’m too far gone to feel the shame and guilt that usually accompanies these kinds of thoughts—the ones that make me stop before this point.

But it’s been two long weeks of this. Two weeks of seeing her, of spending time with her, of keeping a firm lid on my inappropriate thoughts about her. And I’ve reached my breaking point.

Imagining Skylar on her knees before me, mouth full and taking my cock like the good little student she is…

I fall forward with a moan, bracing a hand on my shower wall as I come all over the tiles.

I’m fucked.

The next night, I steel myself before I walk out of the office. Because I have a private lesson with Skylar tonight, and after losing control and jerking off with her on my mind, my defenses are at an all-time low.

I stride out of my office and look around for Skylar. Her jiu-jitsu class just finished, and she usually drills moves on her own while she waits for me to be ready.

Sure enough, I find her practicing takedowns on the mats. I open my mouth to tell her she's on the heavy bag today, but before I can get a word out, I hear Tristan’s voice from behind me.

“Coach, you got a minute?”

I shift my attention to the other side of the room, where the chairs are set up for people to watch classes. I find Tristan standing there with a stocky, middle-aged guy.

Twisting to look back at Skylar, I ask her, “Skylar, are you okay to wait a little bit? I need to talk to Tristan. I should be about fifteen minutes, then we can get started.”

She nods. “Take your time. I'll work on the heavy bag, so don't worry about me.”

I grunt out a “thanks,” and then I'm leading Tristan and the other man over to the seating area where we do consults with new people.

That fifteen minutes turns into thirty. By the time I’m done, my steps to the heavy bag room are rushed.

But when I open the door, I'm not even a little surprised to find Skylar completely engrossed in the combinations she's working on the bag. She doesn't notice I'm in the room until I call out her name.

Her startled gaze meets mine, and suddenly there's heat sparking through my body. It's not the first time it's happened, and it's no easier to ignore. All I can do is try.

“Out here, we're rolling today,” I call out in a hardened voice.

Skylar wordlessly follows me into the other room.

“We’ll focus on jiu-jitsu today,” I say without preamble. I’m wound too tight lately to be any kind of polite or gentle about training. “Good?”

“Yes, sir.”

Fuck, what those words do to me coming from her mouth.

I was planning on working on her guard today, but with the way I'm feeling, I'm buzzing with adrenaline, and I need to get rid of it.

Takedowns, it is.

“Let's go back to that sweep you liked last week. We did it in the gi, but you can do it just as easily in no-gi.”

We settle into our usual routine. She picks things up quickly during the week, so we've been using these sessions to fine tune and make them more suited to her style.

I don't realize Max is standing beside the mat until I'm being thrown by Skylar and flying through the air. I land with a thud at Max's feet, slapping the mat to control my fall.

“Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt,” he says.

I push myself to my feet. “It's okay. What's up?”

“I hate doing this last minute, but I can't clean the mats tonight,” he says with an apologetic wince. “Class is all finished, and everyone's gone, but I got a text as I was pulling out the sprayer and found out my apartment has a leak. Apparently, my upstairs neighbor's tub is dripping into my living room right now.”

“Jesus,” I mutter. “What are you still doing here? Go home. I'll take care of the mats, don't worry about it.”

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