Page 5 of The Coach

"Nah, I'm good." I'm already a little drunk, and I want to remember every second of this.

I can hardly believe I'm in Brad Swift's hotel room. Sixteen-year-old Andy would be high-fiving me, freaking, if she knew. I take a seat on the end of the plush bed and remove my boots. Then pad over the super-soft carpet to the glass doors, sliding them open and exploring the balcony, stopping to lean on the railing and admire the view. The view of Los Angeles is lovely at this hour, lights twinkling. The night air is also mighty refreshing after the heat we had today.

I hear Brad follow me out and place his glass on the outdoor table. His warm arms wrap around me. "Nice view, hey?"

"It's beautiful."

"You're beautiful," he says, and the way he says it does things to my insides. He thinks I'm attractive. I don't think it's just a line so I'll sleep with him, I'm pretty sure he already knows I'm a sure thing. It feels like he really believes it.

I feel a flutter within, and I don't like it. This is supposed to be just a quick opportunistic fuck, that's all, I have to remind myself. I don't do anything more than that, ever, with anyone.

I turn around in his arms, reaching up on my tippy-toes. I kiss him, distracting myself from the feelings inside. His tongue swipes through my mouth. I run my hands over his chest. I can feel how muscular he is through the cotton fabric of his baby-blue shirt. This is what I need to concentrate on. His hot fucking body and what it can do for me.

I reach his top button, wanting to see what's underneath. As we kiss, I unbutton each of the buttons then push his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, forcing it to the floor. My hands drift straight back to his hard chest. His body is insane. I knew it would be.

I push him back to the balcony till he hits the edge, then lower to my knees, unbuckling his suit pants. They fall to his ankles, and I drag his briefs down his legs. His massive erection springs free. He leans back on the balcony railing, looking every bit the Adonis he is. I will distract him and the way he's making me feel by doing the thing we're really here for.

"What's your plan, pretty girl? You're happy to do this out here on the balcony?"

"If you are." I lick the tip of his cock, tasting him.

He reaches down, cupping my chin so I'm forced to look into his eyes. "You like the thought someone might see us?"

"I just don't care if they do." I roll my tongue over my lips as my hands massage his hardened length. Fuck, he feels good, so hard. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and I reach down to lick it off, tasting his salty arousal. He lets out a low growl, and I take him into my mouth. I tip my head back farther, taking all of him in, sucking back and forth as he watches my every move with dark eyes.

"You look so hot like that, my cock filling your mouth." His hands drop to the back of my head, and he eases me onto him. I love the tight grip he has on my hair, his dominance. He feeds his cock into my mouth a few times then pulls my hair back, pulling me off him completely. "What you're doing is unbelievable, but I need to be buried deep in you now."

He pulls me to standing in front of him. "Is that right?"

"Yes. Get these clothes off now." He tugs at my tank top, pulling it over my head, and I quickly unbuckle the fly on my jeans, pushing them down my legs and kicking them to the side.

He gives me a slow, sexy smile. "No underwear."

"Nope." I should be cold, being that we're outside in the night air, but I'm so hot for him I don't even feel the temperature. He stands back, admiring me, and I smirk at him. "Like what you see, baby?"

His eyes scan over my body, eating me up, and I love it. I'm not shy. I want his attention on me. To see the way my naked body affects him makes me just as hot for him. I run my hands up my side, cupping my breasts and squeezing.

"You have no idea. Your body is scorching, Andy."

Before I know it, his hungry lips are back on mine, roughly kissing me as his hands roam over my skin, following the path I just took. It feels like they're everywhere, over my butt, up my torso to my breasts. He palms them roughly, plucking my nipples. I need to touch him just as badly. I reach for his hardened length, stoking him, desperate to have him inside me but not wanting to rush anything either.

His kiss moves down my neck to my breast as he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard, with a pop when he pulls back. My back presses into the balcony behind me and I moan loudly in pleasure. He moves to the other, doing the same. Then he travels back up to my lips, his hand falling between my legs, exploring my slick folds.

As his kiss deepens, he plunges two thick fingers inside, and I cry out at the sudden movement. He swallows my sounds with his kiss, still working his fingers back and forth savagely, and I cling to him, enjoying every thrust. He's rough and skilled with his fingers and continues to pump me, and it feels unbelievable, but I need more.

"Protection," I cry. Telling him where I need this to go. He pulls his fingers free and grabs up his suit pants, pulling his wallet out and removing a foil packet. I take it from him. Of course he was prepared tonight. This is what he would do on the regular. I try to push that thought away. Why should I care? It's what I do as well.

My hands return to him, rolling it onto his large length, then pulsing it a couple of times. He's rock hard, throbbing with need for me, and I love it. The way his body craves mine in the moment before our bodies meet.

With one more dark, lustful look, he spins me around so I'm looking out over the balcony, then spreads my legs wider. I flick my hair over my shoulder, turning my face so I can watch him as he grabs my hip with one hand, his cock with the other. He lines himself up and slams straight in. I hang on to the balcony as a scream escapes me, and his hand comes to my mouth, covering it.

He pulls me back into his hard body. "Shh, pretty girl, we're outside, the people below will be able to hear you," he whispers into my ear, sending a wave of excited goosebumps over my skin. Right now, I couldn't give a fuck if anyone else hears. He's massive, and he just slammed straight into me.

I whimper into his palm. He places kisses down my neck, giving me time to adjust to his size. I roll my hips back on to him, slowly circling, stretching myself, and he gives me the time I need to catch up.

Leaving his hand across my mouth as he moves in short, sharp thrusts, his other hand comes around the front, playing with my throbbing clit. I'm locked into place against his strong body. He has all the control here, and I love it.

The sounds of people chattering below becomes obvious as a rowdy group walks past. We're four stories high, behind a balcony, I'm sure they can't quite see what we're doing, but I love the idea of getting caught. It makes it all the more exciting.

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