Page 36 of The Coach

There is the most delicious smell wafting through the house. "Are you cooking something? It smells insanely good."

He smiles as if he's happy with himself. "That's dinner for us. Should be ready in about thirty minutes."

I rest my hands on his chest, a little surprised that he was so thoughtful. "You made me dinner?"

He runs his hands down my body, pulling me into him closer and placing a small kiss to my lips. "You didn't think this was a booty call, did you?"

I shrug. "Honestly, I had no idea what this was. But I'm very impressed. No guy has ever made me dinner before."

"And you came anyway? Not knowing what this was."

"I'm here to find out what exactly you want," I say, poking him in the chest.

His eyes sparkle with desire, and I swallow, my throat all of a sudden going dry. "I want you, Andy. But since that's a little tricky in our current situation, I wanted to know where your head was at and see what you're interested in. I'm in the middle of a divorce. I can't handle anything serious, and as you know, because of my job, this is against all the rules. This would just be…"

"Fucking, with no strings attached. All good. I don't want anything more than that anyway. Relationships are not my thing." I finish his sentence for him because I know what he wants from me, and I'm okay with that. I want him for the same reason. The memory of that night we shared stays with me, and if I can have me a little more of that, I'll be more than happy. No strings attached is even better. I hate relationships, and I'm not the clingy type, so if he's telling me he's the same, then this is going to be a match made in orgasmic heaven. We can do it for a while, get it out of our systems.

He places kisses from my earlobe down my neck. "You won't be able to tell anyone. Are you comfortable lying to your friends and teammates? Seriously, Andy, no one can find out," he gets out between distracting me, planting slow measured kisses down my chest as he says it.

"Do you think I want anyone to find out? I know you'll lose your job, but it looks bad on me as well." I already deal with enough from the bitches on the team. "Trust me, this is just between us," I whisper, because although I want to sound strong and confident right now, he has me weak. I'm falling under the spell of his magic lips touching my bare skin. He drops the straps of my tank one at a time and pulls my top down, exposing my breasts to the cool air.

"No bra?" He takes a hardened nipple in his mouth, sucking.

"All my nice ones were stolen on Saturday night," I admit.

He pulls back to look at me. "Are you for fucking real?"

"Yeah, creepy as hell, all my panties too."

His hand slides down under my skirt and he groans as he feels my bare ass. "No panties either. You're so fucking hot, Andy. You drive me crazy." He takes the sides of my skirt in his hands and tugs it down, running his hands over my skin.

I wriggle out of my top as well, so I'm standing in front of him totally naked. He pushes me down on to the recliner. He removes his shirt as I watch.

I sit on the end of the chair and pull him toward me, undoing his jeans zipper. His pants drop to the floor, and I drag his boxer briefs down as well. His massive cock jumps free, and I take it in my hand, stroking. "So fucking hard for me, aren't you, baby." I lick the bead of pre-cum off the tip and he hisses. "You taste so good. I have been waiting weeks to suck your big, hard cock," I tease, taking his length in my mouth, sucking, rolling my tongue over the tip as I go up and down his length. I watch as his eyes roll back in pleasure. I suck back and forth, showing him just how much I want him.

His hands go to the back of my head, and he pulls me onto him harder. I take him in as far as I can, giving him the control, letting him fuck my mouth. My hand digs into his rock-hard ass as he picks up the speed, really giving it to me. I love his cock in my mouth, him coming undone because of something I'm doing to him.

"Fuck, Andy, I'm going to come." He loosens his grip on my head so I can pull away if I want to.

But I keep going. Two more pumps and I feel the jerk of his cock as he groans my name and fills my mouth. I drink it down. He pulls out, and I swipe the back of my hand over my lips. And give him a sexy smile. "Was that good, baby?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"Fuck, you have no idea just how good." He drops to his knees in front of me and pushes me back to lying down on the recliner. "Now I'm going to devour you." He grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, spreading my legs as wide as they will go.

He studies me, his fingers running over my dripping-wet pussy. He bows his head to taste me. The warmth of his tongue against my most sensitive spot almost bringing me undone at first touch. My body is hypersensitive and needy, wanting his touch everywhere.

As he eats my pussy, his hand skates up my body, landing on my breast. He squeezes my nipple and rolls it between in his fingers. A moan escapes my lips. Everything he's doing is so good. My back arches off the chair as I rise to meet his mouth. Greedy for more. He sucks harder and flicks his tongue over my clit, sending goosebumps over my skin. His fingers find my core and push in, filling me. He pumps me in precise movements, hitting right at the spot I crave. More incoherent mumbles leave my lips.

He's not just a skilled soccer player; he fucking knows what he's doing with his mouth. I'm in heaven, one controlled by sex-god Brad Swift.

"Oh God!" I cry and cover my eyes as my orgasm ripples through my body, but he doesn't stop. He continues to lap me up until my body relaxes again.

He pulls back to look at me, and I prop myself up on my elbows. There is total satisfaction in his eyes; he knows how good he is. "Roll over," he demands, taking my hands to help me up so I can do what he asks.

I prop the cushions up under my tummy and watch as he goes to his wallet and retrieves a foil packet, rolling the condom down his length, then he's back behind me. His hands slide down my body and land on my ass, and he slaps me. And I love the way it sends a thrill through my body.

"Fuck, your body is scorching hot, Andy."

The sting is still there, but I like it. I look over my shoulder at him. "Do it again."

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