by Madison Faye
I tongue at his balls as I stroke his cock up and down, my small hands teasing over his thick shaft as he groans and pulses in my hands. Precum leaks from his head and drips down his shaft, where my hands slide it over his cock, making him slick and glistening. My tongue dances over his cum-filled balls, and I start to jerk him faster as he chokes out a growl of pleasure.
“Fucking hell, Waverly,” he grunts. “Baby, you keep that up—”
“I want you too,” I blurt out, pulling away, panting, my lips swollen and my fingers slick and wet.
“I want your cum, coach.”
My mouth slips down over his head, and I moan as I swallow him as deep as I can. My one hand strokes him, the other dropping down to cup and tease his balls as they start to swell and draw up tight.
“Waverly,” he growls. “Fuck, baby, I’m—you’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”
I only moan deeper, slurping and sucking him as I jerk his cock and tease his balls. Until suddenly, his abs clench and his breath comes out in a choked growl.
“Waverly—”
“Please?” I purr, looking up at him as I stroke his cock, spit connecting my bottom lip to his swollen crown. “Please can I have your cum, Coach?”
Oh, that does it.
Camden grunts, and his entire body clenches tight before suddenly, he chokes out this guttural, insanely masculine and sexy grunt, and his fingers tighten in my hair. And suddenly, I feel it.
Hot, thick, sticky ropes of his cum splash over my tongue and against the back of my throat. I moan wildly, slurping eagerly at his crown as his big cock just keeps spurting and spurting.
Slowly, with a low, deep growl, Camden collapses back into the sofa. He looks down, his eyes wild as they lock with mine. His hands find mine, and I gasp as he tugs me off my knees and into his lap. Our mouths come together, kissing deeply as his hands grip my ass. He stands suddenly, making me gasp but then squeal as he kisses me wildly.
I moan as my legs hook around his hips, my hands around his neck and my lips seared to his as he turns and carries me right back to his bedroom.
10
Camden
I wake to perfection.
It’s barely light outside, just the earliest morning sunshine glowing through the blinds over the big windows. And for the first time in a very long time, I feel peace.
…That might entirely have to do with the auburn-haired angel sleeping in my arms.
She stirs against me before she snuggles back in, her cheek and hand against my chest, her breath on my skin, and the taste of her still on my tongue.
I’d freaked before. I’d felt how close she was and how much I felt for her, and it freaked me the fuck out. I’ve kept my distance from people since the accident. I don’t get close, and especially not with women. In fact, I haven’t even touched a woman since before that night.
But something about Waverly changes all of that. Something about her changes me, and I’m pretty sure that might be a good thing.
I grin as my mind wanders back to the night before, when I carried her in here after everything that happened on the couch. No, I didn’t fuck her, even if she literally begged me to. Fuck did I want to—really, really wanted to, but I held back. Maybe it was that I just wanted to spend the night with her first. Maybe it’s that I wanted her to want it—to want me to take her virginity—and really want it, not just want it in the heat of us getting hot and heavy.
Of course, that doesn’t mean we came in here and watched fucking Netflix or something. No, I carried her in here, threw her down on the bed, and I went to town on her pretty little pussy with my tongue and my fingers. I had her riding my face while she swallowed my cock. I groaned her name as she rode the underside of my cock, her slippery little pussy sliding up and down, her clit teasing over my swollen head without me actually pushing inside of her. Until eventually, we collapsed into each other, and slept.
And now here I am, holding her, and never wanting to let her go.
I lean down, nuzzling her hair as the peaceful feeling just seeps into me. Fuck she feels good, and damn does this feeling I’ve got where I’m not hearing the demons screaming inside of my head for once feels good too.
…And fuck am I hard.
I groan quietly, slipping the sheet away from us and letting my eyes feast on her. My pulse spikes as I drink in the site of her perfect tits pressed to my side, one pink erect nipple visible. My eyes slide down her toned back to that drum-tight ass from years of swimming. She’s got one leg raised and locked over my thigh as she presses up against me, and I can feel the heat from her little cunt against my leg.
My cock throbs, swelling against her tight and poking into her stomach as I groan quietly. She stirs, and slowly, her eyes flutter open and the grin spreads across her face.
“Morning, gorgeous,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her. She makes a face, biting her lip.
“I have morning breath,” she mumbles through half-closed lips.
I grin. “You don’t.”
“I do.”
“Trust me,” I growl as I lean in. “I don’t care.”
My lips sear to hers, and she whimpers as she kisses me back, melting into me. My hand slides up her thigh, pulling her close as my other one slides down her back from behind to cup her ass. Waverly moans, kissing me eagerly and rocking her hips against me. She gasps when she feels my thick cock pressing against her, and her hand drops to curl her fingers around me, making me growl.
“Good morning,” she whispers heatedly, stroking me as she grinds her pussy against my leg.
My hand tightens on her ass, and I groan into her lips.
“Waverly…”
“Camden,” she gasps. And suddenly, I’m pushing her back and rolling on top of her as she moans into my kiss. Her legs spread, and I move between them, feeling her curl them around my hips as our tongues swirl and hands slide all over each other. I grip her ass tightly, and she’s still stroking my cock as I roll my hips and nudge the fat, swollen head right against her opening. She’s so fucking wet and slick that I can feel her honey instantly coating my crown, and when I let my cock pulse against her right there, her eyes fly open, blazing with lust.
And I know right there, I’ve lost the battle. I’ve lost the last my control, and the last of my mantra to wait before claiming her as my own. Because I know a truth right then and there that I realize I’ve always known.
…She already is mine, and she’s been mine since the second I laid eyes on her.
“Don’t make me beg,” she whispers softly against my lips.
“Uh-uh,” I growl, nipping at her lip as I push my cock against her. The thick head slips between her lips right against her opening, and her eyes go wide as her breath catches.
“Camden—”
“I’m not gonna make you beg, beautiful,” I growl, pushing my hips and sinking an inch of my cock into her impossibly tight pussy as she gasps.
“I’m gonna make you mine.”
I push in, one hand gripping her hip and the other cupping her chin, and I watch as her face crumples in pleasure, her mouth falling open as I start to sink my cock into her.
“Camden!” She moans, her legs tightening around me as I drive in. I go slow, but I don’t stop, my fat cock driving deeper and deeper into her velvety soft little pussy. She swallows up every inch, her pink lips clinging so tightly to me and stretched so obscenely around me. And I keep going, my breath catching and the cry of pleasure tumbling from her lips, until my heavy balls come to a rest against her ass.
“Oh God…” she breathes, panting, her walls milking me and making me groan in pleasure. Our eyes are both open and staring into the other, fire and lust and heat crackling in the air between us as I lean in and kiss her slow and deep. I roll my hips, easing out of her as she whimpers into my kiss. I leave my swollen head just inside of her, teasing her before I plunge back in. Waverly cries out into my mouth, pleasure erupting from her lips as her hands claw at my back.
I
ease out and then right back, growling in pleasure as I bury my cock in her sweet pink heaven all over again. We start to move together, her hips rocking with mine, rising to meet my thrusts and her whines of pleasure dripping through my ears as I start to take her against the sheets. Muscles clench, breaths catch, and we start to lose ourselves in what is hands down, no question, the best sex of my fucking life.
There aren’t any words, just moans and gasps and whimpers, but it’s like our minds are reading each other’s. It’s like I know exactly how to move to bring a cry of pleasure to her lips. And she knows exactly how to grip me, and tease me, and nip at my neck to drive me absolutely fucking wild.
We move faster, rocking together harder and harder until I’m pounding her into the mattress. She squeals in pleasure, her thighs squeezing me almost as tightly as her cunt is, and when I feel her honey dripping down my balls, I lose all control. I start to fuck her—rutting into her and claiming her as she goes to pieces. She screams in pleasure, urging me on, gasping into my ear and squeezing my cock so tightly, like she’s milking the cum from my balls.
Our lips sear together, our hands grip each other hard enough to bruise, and suddenly, I know we’re both about to explode.
“Make me come,” she gasps into my ear. “Oh God, just keep doing that. Oh, fuck you’re gonna make me come so—oh fuck!”
And just like that, we explode.
I drive in deep, grinding against her clit as I feel her walls clamp down on me. She throws her head back, her entire body arching off the bed and her nipples dragging over my chest as the climax slams into her. And I’m right there behind her.
I roar, thrusting deep as my balls twitch, and suddenly, I’m just fucking exploding into her. She cries out, clawing at me and crushing her lips to mine as we groan into each other’s mouths. My cum blasts into her in thick, sticky ropes, coating her walls and filling her to the brim as she comes on my cock over and over again, until we’re both gasping for air and sinking into the sheets.
We lay there panting, not saying a word, just slowly kissing as our pulses stop racing. Until finally, she pulls away, this raw fire in her eyes as she looks right into me, a grin on her lips.
“I hope you know how screwed you are.”
I chuckle. “Oh, am I?”
She nods, beaming. “Oh yeah.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you, Coach Kirby,” she purrs. “Are stuck with me.”
“Lucky me,” I growl into her lips.
“Because I’m pretty sure you just ruined sex for me for literally anyone else on the planet.”
I chuckle, kissing her slow and deep as I scoop her into my arms.
“Good,” I growl. “Because guess what?”
“What,” she breathes.
“You’re mine, Waverly,” I groan softly, kissing her lips. “Mine and only mine.”
“Deal.”
She moans as our lips come together, and when my still-hard cock begins to move out and then back into her, she moans eagerly.
“Got any plans this morning?” I groan.
“No,” she gasps back. “I mean, maybe just breakfast at my house at some point.”
“Trust me, beautiful,” I hiss, thrusting into her and making her whimper as she clings to me.
“You’re gonna be late for breakfast.”
She moans, her legs wrapping around me and squeezing until suddenly, her muscles clench and I laugh as she rolls us over, sitting astride my waist with my cock balls deep in her pussy.
“Hey Coach,” she purrs, moaning as she starts to ride me slowly. She leans down, kissing her way down my jaw to my ear as my cock throbs deep inside of her.
“Make me late for dinner.”
11
Waverly
Eventually, I do in fact have to leave Camden’s bed. Well, the first time, it’s to get food and coffee, but we end up fucking on his kitchen floor before moving back to the bed. We try again later and make it to the shower, but, well, we’ve got about as much self-control there as we did getting coffee.
But finally, I do unfortunately have to leave, even if I’m just kissing him madly inside the foyer of his house as the Uber outside blares the horn angrily. I have it drop me off by campus and turn on my phone for the first time since charging it back up at Camden’s house as I start to walk back to my house. Instantly, my phone starts to blow up with messages, all from Sasha.
URGENT!
CALL ME!!!!
911!!!!
Fear spikes through me as quickly call her.
“Are you okay?!”
“Huh?”
“Sasha!”
“Oh! Yeah, yeah I’m fine.”
My brow furrows as I pause walking.
“Okay, you scared the shit out of me with those texts! What the fuck is wrong with y—”
“Oh, shit, those! I sent them last night! Wait, where are you?”
“I’m walking ho—”
I stop myself, but it’s too late.
“Oh my God!” She squeals. “Is this a walk of shame?!”
I scowl. “What? No, I just—”
“Did you spend the freaking night at Scott Manning’s house!? Who?! C’mon, details!”
“Sasha!” I yell, my pulse racing. “Calm the hell down. I was just exhausted and found a couch to crash on. There were a bunch of other girls doing the same thing, it’s fine.”
Like hell am I going to tell her I just lost my virginity sleeping over at our Coach’s house.
Sasha sighs heavily.
“Laaaame.”
“Oh, you’d rather hear that I hooked up with Scott Manning?”
“Ew, no?”
“Or Ian?”
She makes a barfing sound, and I giggle before suddenly I pause.
“Wait, go back to these emergency texts?”
She gasps. “Oh shit, I forgot!”
“Forgot wh—”
“Waverly, I ran into your mom last night.”
Fuck.
Double, triple, quadruple fuck.
My mom is under the impression that I was staying over at Sasha’s dorm last night. And I do love my friend, but she is a terrible liar when pressed.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m sorry, girl!”
“Did she… I mean, does she—”
“I’m not a good liar! I tried, but….”
I wince, scrunching up my face. Shit, this is going to be bad.
“I mean, I told her you were back in my room and that I was just going out for snacks, but…”
“But you’re bad at lying.”
“I’m sorry! Look, she might have let it go, I just wanted to tell you, so you knew before you went home.”
I groan, turning the corner onto my street.
“Okay, it’s okay. Thanks for telling me.”
“Sorry, dude.”
“It’s fine,” I shrug, saying it more for myself than her. “It’s going to be fine.”
* * *
It’s not fine.
“Where the hell were you!?”
I wince as I step through the backdoor to the whirlwind of my mother charging over me, fury in her eyes and her face pale.
“Mom—”
“And don’t you dare tell me Sasha’s dorm room!”
Shit. So much for that idea.
“Because I saw her last night without you, and that girl is a terrible liar.”
“Mom, if you just let me—”
“I checked the logbook with the front desk at Marshall Hall after I saw her, too. And there was no record of you signing in. So please, Waverly, how about we talk about where the hell you were last night without lying, shall we?”
I swallow, looking down.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly. “I should have called you.”
“You should have told me the truth, Waverly!”
This sucks. It sucks for one because this is killing the high I’ve had buzzing through me because of Camden and last night. Bu
t it also sucks because my mom and I are actually really close. I’m not one to go sneaking off or lying to her, because I’ve never had to, because she trusts me.
Yeah, oops.
“Waverly—”
“I went to a party, okay?”
She scowls. “Excuse me?!”
“It was just some people from the team, okay?” It’s a half lie, but it’s way better than saying I went to a party at a known creep of a guy’s house without any friends with me. And it’s a thousand times better than telling her where I went after.
“Mom, it was fine, just some friends.”
“It was not fine, Waverly,” mom snaps. She’s pissed, but I know it’s mostly that she was probably freaking out about me. She even looks like she barely slept, which makes me feel terrible.
“Were you drunk?”
“No!” another lie, but in this case, I feel like the truth would scare her more.
“It was just a swim thing, mom, okay? We just all hung out watching SNL reruns and gossiping. Then we slept there ‘cause it was late.”
Her eyes go wide. “You slept at some party?!”
“Just girls, okay?” Lies. Lies, lies, lies. And trust me, I feel awful saying them. But the truth is just… well, in the words of Jack Nicholson, she couldn’t handle the truth.
“Why did you lie about last night?” She snaps.
“Because you’d freak out like this if you knew I was going to a party?”
She purses her lips, pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing.
“Waverly—”
“Mom, I push all the time, okay? Swim, grades, all of it! I just needed to… I don’t know.”
“Blow off steam?”
I smile wryly as I nod. “Yeah.”
Mom sighs. “Look, honey, you know I’m so proud you. You’re doing so well, and you’ve got so many options and doors open for you for next year. I just get worried.”
I step closer to her and take her hands in mine.
“I know, mom, and I’m sorry. I really should have just told you.”
She sighs, eyeing me with a small smile on her lips. “You should have.”