Page 22 of Coach
“Please,” I begged, rocking my hips restlessly, needing more. “Saul, please.”
His teeth nipped my lower lip, pulled, and then his hand was under the material.
My cry was swallowed by his lips again as his thumb slid to my clit, tracing lazy circles as my thighs started to shake with the need for release.
It had been so long.
Years.
Some things were too dangerous.
But just this once, in the dark, where no one could see, no one could know, I was going to let it happen.
Saul’s fingers slipped downward, pressing, then gently slipping inside.
Not even his lips were enough to muffle my cries at the sensation.
My walls tightened, my hips circled.
Then Saul’s fingers started to thrust, and all I could do was cling to him, get lost in the feelings.
Saul’s lips ripped from mine.
“I want to hear,” he murmured as his fingers started to thrust faster, harder.
Pleasure started to pool in my core, a sensation that tightened, grew almost sharp.
“There you go,” he murmured as my walls clenched, as my breath caught.
A low groan escaped him as the orgasm slammed through me.
My forehead pressed into his shoulder, my cries muffled by his shirt, as the waves crashed through me over and over.
I was still gasping for air, still overwhelmed with the rush of pleasure when voices started to draw closer.
I jerked back.
Saul stiffened.
We stayed frozen for just a second more. But the voices got louder. And with them, a light flashed.
Saul slipped his hand out of my panties and took a step toward the wooden gate, partially blocking anyone from seeing me.
“Hey, someone stuck in there?” a voice called. I was reasonably sure that was the other guy from the pool hall—Raff.
“Yeah. Me and Este are trapped.”
“No shit,” Raff said. “Huh,” he went on as light flashed into the elevator car. “You know, there might be enough room here to slip you guys out if you pull up the gate.”
“You want to try?” Saul asked, glancing over at me.
My legs were still shaky as I took a step forward, inspecting the space being discussed.
Saul reached out, pulling open the wooden gate so I could see better.
“It’s definitely enough room for you,” Saul said with certainty. “Might be a tight squeeze for me.”
As if sensing the dirty direction my mind went in, Saul shot me a sexy little smirk.
