Page 67 of 4th Degree

“Christ, baby,” I gasp, reaching down with my other hand to pull out just enough that I can shuttle my hand over the base of my cock. And when she opens her mouth wide so I can see the last drops of my release on her tongue, I think I lose my mind all over again.

I get so lost in the sight of her closing her swollen lips over my tip and sucking the last of my cum off my length with a sexy little moan that it takes me a few seconds to catch my breath. My hand’s still tangled in her hair with a death grip and I’m still gazing down at her like I’ve never had a woman on her knees in front of me before. I’m pretty sure I haven’t. Or at least, I can’t remember a single time that I did.

She finally unlocks her hands and leans back, and I begrudgingly let go of her. When she winces as she pushes off her knees, a wave of regret hits me. For her discomfort, for being rough, for probably crossing a few lines. Not to mention, I’m sending mixed signals by fucking her in the gym.

I reach for the paper towel roll on top of one of the boxes. “Are you okay?” I ask softly as I hand her a piece, then hurriedly tuck my softening cock away. “That was too rough. I’m…sorry.”

But she just gives me a sweet smile, so at odds from how she looked a minute ago. I can’t decide which version of her I like better. “I like when you’re rough, Coach,” she purrs.

“Jesus, don’t start,” I mutter. “I’ll have you back on your knees in thirty seconds.”

Her eyebrows shoot up, gaze dropping to my crotch. “Thirty seconds? So much for the old guy not having stamina.”

I let out a growl and step forward so I can fist my hand in her hair again. “Careful, little girl. I’ve got plenty of ways to prove I’m not old.”

She just grins, pleased with herself.

And I can’t stop from stamping a hard kiss to her lips.

She stiffens in surprise, which just makes me slide my tongue in her mouth and make it dirty. I take my time scandalizing her.

When I pull back, her eyes are wide. “But…you just came?—”

“I know where I came. My own cum isn’t going to stop me from kissing you, Skylar. You’re fucking a man, not a teenager.”

If possible, her eyes go even wider. And her voice is filled with wonder when she whispers, “You’re so dirty.”

Now I’m the one grinning. Pressing another quick kiss to her mouth, I put some real distance between us.

“We should get back out there before someone else comes looking,” I say, my tone sullen. “I know I’m not exactly standing by my own rules, but this is exactly why I didn’t want anything to happen in the gym.”

Skylar disappears into the bathroom. Thank God, we have one in here. “Hey, I agreed with you,” comes her voice through the open doorway. “I like you because you’re Coach. I would never want to take away from that.”

For some reason, that soothes something within me.

When she comes out of the bathroom, her face has been washed and her hair has been smoothed back into a new ponytail. She no longer looks like she was just face-fucked by her coach.

Jesus. What has my life turned into?

“I’ll go out first, and make sure no one’s around,” I tell her. “We should be good, since all the fighters are supposed to be in the heavy bag room, but let me just make sure.” My stomach drops with dread—though I’m not sure if it’s from the prospect of being found out, or the fact that I have to hide her in the first place. “If someone does see us, we’ll say we were discussing your membership. I did actually pull you in here for that.”

She nods in understanding and waits patiently. Taking a deep breath, I listen for anyone at the reception desk, and then push the office door open.

When I see no one is around, I let out a breath of relief and wave for Skylar to hurry out. She does, and suddenly I’m in my normal place behind the desk, and she’s beside her gym bag on the sidelines.

We’re back to coach and student.

By the time I head home for the night, I’m physically and mentally drained. Working with Tristan when he’s in fight camp is always exhausting, and Monday is my hard training day as it is. But it’s the emotional rollercoaster of the day that has me ready to crash.

Pulling Skylar into the office was a bad idea. I knew it before I did it.

So why couldn’t I stop myself?

Getting caught by Tristan would’ve been…bad. Really bad. I know he respects me as a coach, and I know he knows who I am as a person, but there’s no way he would keep me as his head coach if he found me with a student. A young student.

I throw myself down on the couch with a weary exhale. Brutus jumps up next to me, clearly sensing my negative emotions tonight, and settles with his big head in my lap. I absentmindedly pet him, my head dropping back against the couch as conflicting thoughts roil in my brain.

But thinking about what I shouldn’t be doing with Skylar just makes me think about her more.

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