Page 42 of The Coach

He runs his nose over the silky fabric of my thong, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell good."

"That's because watching you from afar all night and imagining what you're going to do to me when we're alone totally turns me on." My back arches off the bed, greedy for more contact from him.

He grins. "What do you want from me, pretty girl?"

"I want you to eat my pussy, Mr. Swift."

"Oh God, Andy, you can't call me that when you're asking me to go down on you."

I bat my lashes at him and pout. "Why not, Mr. Swift? Does it make what we're doing here so much worse?"

He groans, then dips his head back to my panties, taking one side in his teeth and dragging them down my legs. He goes straight to my pussy, licking me, and the contact where I want it is everything. My hands reach for him, finding his hair, and I tug at the ends as he works his magic with his tongue, bringing me undone, one slow measured stroke at a time. I moan loudly, unable to stop myself.

He stops, glaring up at me sexily. "Shhh, pretty girl, we're in a hotel. Don't want to disturb the neighbors."

I bite my lip. "Sorry. Don't control yourself, I'll be quiet, I promise."

He starts devouring me again, and I take a pillow and bury my face in it, knowing I won't be able to keep my promise. This is too good, and I can feel the telltale tingles running through my body. I cry out loudly into the pillow as I let go, and the orgasm is pulled from my body, waves of pleasure rippling through me. He is so good at this. My body responds differently to him than anyone else. It's addictive, the way he makes me feel, I can't get enough of it.

He removes the pillow and smirks back at me. "You promised to be quiet."

"I was. The pillow muffled it, no one else would have heard." I grin.

His mouth meets with mine as he kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, and I melt into him, loving the dominance he shows when he kisses me like this. He rolls me on top of him and I realize he's still wearing his pants. I pull away from his kiss and travel down his body to his waistband, undoing his pants and discarding them off the bed, followed by his boxer briefs. I take his large length in my hand and stroke him. He feels too good, so hard.

"Protection?" I ask.

"In my wallet on the dresser."

I reach for it, pulling out a foil packet and rolling the condom on. Then I move up his body so I'm straddling him, legs spread wide, and lower myself down on to him.

"Fuck, yes. You're so hot like this, Andy." His hands reach up my body, cupping my breasts roughly through the fancy bra. As I start to move, rolling my hips back and forth, he drops the straps off my shoulders and pushes the fabric down, exposing my nipples. His thumb brushes over them, sending thrills through me.

He reaches up, taking one in his mouth, and sucks hard. I continue to rock on him, my clit loving the friction of our bodies so close together as I grind back and forth on him. He pulls his mouth back with a pop. He runs his hands down my back until he reaches my ass. He grips me, pulling me onto him harder as he moves position to sitting upright against the headboard. His hands dig into my ass, guiding me in a perfect rhythm, faster as he gets closer.

His mouth covers mine as I fall apart in his arms again, the pleasure so good it's almost too much to take. He pumps into me harder, and my body hangs slack, leaning my head on his shoulder, letting him take what he needs while I ride out my orgasm. Moments later, he moans, his own release taking over.

After we regain our breath, he cups my face, bringing it up to his. Our foreheads lean on one another, our eyes closed as we embrace. I don't even know what that was. I feel like I just had some sort of out-of-body experience, something so insanely good it can't even be explained in words.

He lifts me, carrying me to the shower, and we stand under the hot water together while he washes my body. I'm totally out of it. My body is still trembling, and he takes the advantage of my placation to wash me. His hands run everywhere, massaging and caressing me in a soft and tender way.

"I wish you could stay here with me tonight," he says quietly.

His words are enough to break me from my trance. I turn around in his arms and hug my body close to his. "So do I, but it's too risky. I think we've taken enough of a chance for tonight, don't you?" I kiss his lips tenderly, showing him just how much I wish things were different. And I really do. I don't know who I even become with him, but he brings out a softer side of me, one that wants to stay and cuddle.

"Probably. Come lie with me for a bit before you go." His eyes plead with me, and I wonder if everything is okay with him. He's not acting himself tonight, or maybe he felt the same shift I just felt, because staying with a guy after sex isn't normally my thing, but with him, I never want to leave. I would love nothing more than to stay in his arms tonight, but it's just not our reality. It's not what this is meant to be.

He shuts off the water and wraps me in a big, fluffy white towel then grabs one for himself. He dries off then makes his way back into his bed. I follow him, snuggling down into the covers, and his arms wrap around me. I'm comfy and tired enough that I could very happily just drift off to sleep.

"Andy, can you tell me something?"

"Anything," I answer sleepily.

"Why do you hate the idea of relationships so much? Did you get burned in the past or something?"

I'm surprised by his choice of topic. He wants to discuss why I don't date? I didn't think that was even an issue here. He was the one who told me how this was going to be between us. "I guess you could say that."

"What happened?" he pushes, and I wonder how much I really want to tell him about all of this and why he cares so much in the first place.

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