by Madison Faye
“Camden—”
But he just keeps going, and going, and going—groaning and sending vibrations rumbling through me as I gasp for air. My hands are splayed out behind me, my jaw dropped, and my eyes hooded with lust as I look down at him between my legs. He glances up at me, our eyes locking as his tongue drives me wild, until slowly, I know I’m going to fall.
“Oh God…”
His tongue swirls around my clit, and when he sinks another finger into my pussy and curls it deep, I explode. I cry out, one of my hands sliding into his hair and holding him tight to my pussy as I come so hard against his tongue. The climax shudders through me, my core tightening over and over again as I gasp in pleasure.
Camden pulls away, is eyes wild and hungry, and before I know it, he’s pulled me into the pool. His mouth crushed to mine, and I eagerly taste myself on his lips as he pins me to the wall behind me. My legs spread around his muscled hips as he yanks my bikini top off with one hand. He tugs his swim shorts down, and when I feel the hot, swollen head of his huge cock press against my eager lips, my breath catches.
Camden groans as he pushes in, sinking his thickness deep inside of me with one thrust, until I’m gasping and clawing at his back and shoulders. I moan as he grinds into me and then pulls back, only to thrust right back inside as I cry out in pure pleasure.
His mouth finds my neck, his tongue, lips, and teeth teasing my sensitive skin as his hands grab my ass tight. He plunges into me, thrusting hard and deep, fucking me against the side of the pool as the ecstasy explodes through me. His mouth drops to my breasts, kissing and sucking his way down the slope of them until he finds my nipples hard and aching for him. His gorgeous cock plunges deep, his big hands grip my ass tight, and his tongue swirls around my sensitive nipple as my head drops back and I whimper for more.
Water sloshes around us, casting crazy fractal aqua-marine light with just the lights under the water on. There’s a glow to both of us, and when he lifts his head and locks eyes with me, I can feel our pulses racing together.
“Waverly,” He growls softly, whispering my name across my lips as he groans and thrusts into me. His muscles coil, and growls get deeper, and as his thick shaft drags over my clit with every thrust, my whole world starts to crumble.
“You’re gonna make me come so hard,” I gasp, clinging to him for dear life, my legs tightening around his muscled waist as he drives so deep into me over and over again. His mouth crashes into mine, our tongues duel, and our panted breaths mingle as our bodies grind together over and over, until the light starts to blur and my whole body tenses.
“Camden!”
“Come for me, baby,” he groans into my mouth, growling savagely as he thrusts into me. “Make that pretty fucking pussy come for me.”
He thrust deep, and suddenly; I explode.
I cry out, the climax crashing over me like a tidal wave as I cling to him so tight. I moan over and over as he just keeps driving into me, making me scream in pleasure before suddenly, he roars and thrusts deep. His thick cock swells inside of me, until I can feel him as he erupts inside. Hot jets of his cum spurt into me, filling me to the brim as we grind together and pant into each other’s mouths. Slowly, haltingly, we come to a staggered stop, muscles aching and bodies trembling together.
Eventually, he drives me home. But first?
Well, first we do that again.
And again.
…And again.
13
Camden
She’s panting, her face red and her eyes wild as she slips out from the closet of my office.
“Was that fucking Ramona Weiss?”
I swallow, my own pulse racing as I nod.
“Yeah.”
Waverly shivers, arms wrapping around her nudity before I groan and scoop her into me, holding her tight.
“That was too close.”
On this, we can agree. And suddenly, I pull away from her and move to the door, locking it shut before taking a long deep breath. I move back to her and pull her into my arms.
She’s right. That was way too close. And it’s not the first time, either. It’s been four days since the night in the pool. It’s Wednesday, and this is the… fuck, I’ve lost count. Maybe the tenth time Waverly and I have fooled around, on school grounds, during school hours?
It’s getting dangerous, and that’s putting it lightly. Me having, well, relations with one of my students is pretty much a fireable offense right off the top. It doesn’t matter that she’s eighteen, and legal, and far more than willing. I might not go to jail, but I’d sure as fuck lose the pretty sweet gig I’ve got here at Winchester. And having those “relations” on school property? During the school day?
Well that’s just the icing on the cake.
What just happened was way too close for comfort. It started with Waverly seemingly innocently coming to my office during her lunch break to talk about the upcoming meet, and regionals later this month. Approximately forty seconds after my office door shut behind her, she was on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock, and about five minutes after that, I had her moaning into my hand as I covered her mouth and fucked her hard from behind across my desk.
In the middle of that, I had the sudden sobering thought of just how fucking exposed we were, so I threw clothes on and ran out to lock the doors to both the men’s and women’s locker rooms, seeing as I had nothing on schedule until swim practice later. But that’s when I just about walked right into Ramona Weiss about to step into the locker room.
And what was I going to do, tell her she couldn’t get her gym shit?
This culminated in her following me back to my office, where Waverly had the foresight to hear us coming and jump naked into my closet until Ramona left. And that about brings us up to the present.
And like I said, this isn’t even the first time we’ve almost been caught. Fuck, it’s not even the second. On Monday, I had my lips on her neck and my hand down the front of her gym shorts while she sat on the leg press machine in the weight room, teasing her slick pussy and her aching clit when Porter Truman, the math and stats professor, walked in to get in a quick workout after school. We came real close to getting caught that time.
And just yesterday, in the faculty parking lot after school, Waverly was bent over the front seat divider of my Land Rover with her tongue on my balls and my hand in her panties when Principle fucking Kane walked out to head to his car.
We’re getting sloppy, and that’s dangerous, for both of us.
“Okay, I should get to my last class” she groans, leaning up to kiss me softly.
I growl. “You sure?”
She giggles. “Sadly, yes. Because if this whole swimming thing goes to shit, it might be nice to have a decent college degree.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I guess a degree from an ivy league school is decent, huh?”
She giggles, kissing me again before she turns and start to collect her clothes from the closet. She pauses, frowning.
“Wait, where are my… shit.”
I follow her gaze and groan when I spot what she’s looking at—her black, lacy thong panties, lying half under my desk.
Shit is right.
“Do you think…” Waverly rakes her teeth over her bottom lip. “You don’t think Ramona…”
I quickly shake my head. “Nah, no way.”
Fuck I hope not.
She snatches them up and quickly pulls them up her long, muscled legs. I watch her dress, grinning as she turns and blushes.
“Perv.”
“At your service.”
She giggles, leaning up to kiss me slow and deep.
“Maybe after practice we can…” she blushes. “Pick up where we left off?”
“It’s a date.”
She grins as she kisses me once more, before she grabs her bag from the closet and skips to the door.
“See you later, coach,” she purrs seductively, winking at me before she steps out, the door closing behind her.
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sp; I shake my head, grinning as I sit back in my office chair. It’d be easy to say it’s just the sex—that I’m smiling all the fucking time these days because I’ve got this gorgeous little eighteen-year-old eager to ride my cock or my tongue. But that’s not it. Well, that’s not all of it. It’s Waverly herself. Shit, she could be fifty years old, or one-hundred, and I know my heart would still race like this for her.
And for the first time in years, I’m genuinely happy. And damn does that feel good, especially since tomorrow is my three-year—
My phone goes off, loudly, and I grimace, shaking my thoughts away as pick it up. I frown at the unknown number before I answer.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Kirby?”
I clear my throat. “Yes?”
“Mr. Kirby, this is Steven Fannetti, with the USA Swimming Committee.”
My core tightens along with my jaw, and my pulse quickens. USA Swimming is the governing body for all things related to competitive swimming in the country. The last time we spoke, about three years ago with me lying broken and shattered in a hospital bed, they were “informing me” that I was no longer welcomed on the US Olympic team, or to compete in any ranked race, for life.
…Needless to say, my eyes narrow when I realize who’s calling me.
“Hi.”
The word growls out flatly, and just hangs there. Mr. Fannetti clears his throat.
“Mr. Kirby, I’m actually calling to ask about your interest in swimming competitively again.”
I frown. “Mr. Fannetti, if this is supposed to be a joke, I can promise you, I’m not laughing.”
He laughs quietly. “Mr. Kirby—”
“Camden.”
He clears his throat. “Camden, I can promise you, this isn’t a joke. We’ve been reviewing your suspension, and in light of the… well, in light of the time passed, and your new position as a coach, we’d like to put it all behind us and move forward.”
I blink, my pulse skipping.
“Mr. Fannetti, what exactly are you saying?”
“I’m saying we want you to swim competitively again, Camden. At the highest level.”
Hold the fuck up.
“How high,” I croak out.
“We’d like for you to try out for Team USA, Camden.”
The floor falls out from under me, and I almost drop my phone as my jaw just hangs open.
“You—you’re serious.”
“Absolutely. Now, this isn’t a guaranteed spot, and there are a number of candidates you’ll be competing with for a spot. But we want you, Camden. Before you’re… well, before the incident, your trajectory was meteoric, and that’s something Team USA wants.”
I can’t say words. I can barely breathe, actually. Luckily, Mr. Fannetti seems to take it in stride, and he chuckles.
“Think it over, Camden. Take a week and let us—”
“I’m in.”
I don’t need a week. I don’t need a second.
“Whatever you need,” I growl. “I’m in.”
I can hear Mr. Fannetti smile. “Well that’s fantastic news, Camden. Really fantastic news! Listen, we’ll be in touch in the next few weeks with details, but I’ll let the board know that you’re interested. Have a good day, Camden.”
“Thank you, Mr. Fannetti,” I say quietly, my heart racing. “Really.”
“You’re very welcome, Camden. We’ll speak soon.”
The line goes dead, and I just stare at the phone in disbelief.
I’m going to swim again. Not only that, I’m going to swim on fucking Team USA. Maybe. Possibly. I mean, I’m still in great shape, and I’ve been swimming as if I’m still training. But I’m twenty-eight, and I know damn well the guys I’ll be “competing with” for that spot are going to be young, hungry, and at their fucking peaks.
I grin, shaking my head as I stagger to my feet.
I need air.
I head out through the guys locker room and out into the main hall, ducking down that and out a side door into the sunshine. My heart races, and there’s a giant grin on my face as I start to text the one person in this world I want to tell about this.
Waverly, of course.
But just then, halfway through my fingers typing out the text, my phone lights up with another call, from another unknown number.
“Hello?”
There’s a second before a guy’s voice comes through the line.
“Oh, uh, maybe I got the wrong number.”
“Okay.”
I roll my eyes, and I’m about to hang up, when the guy speaks again.
“I’m actually looking for Gina?”
Everything freezes. Everything goes still, and cold.
“Hey, you, uh, you there, sir?”
I nod slowly, numb. “What—what do you want.”
“Oh!” Suddenly his voice changes into this very salesman sounding tone. “Well, I just wanted to ask her if she was still happy with her Nissan? We’re having a major trade-in event, and I think it’s time we get Gina in a brand new—”
I hang up, my hands shaking and my pulse roaring like a fucking hurricane in my ears as I just start walking. I can barely see; I can barely think. But somehow, I make it to my car. I fumble with the keys, half falling into the SUV before I start the engine, and I drive.
And I just keep driving as the sound of smashing glass and wrenching metal and broken bones and blonde hair disappearing over guardrails screams through my head.
14
Waverly
His phone keeps ringing until it goes to voicemail. For the tenth time.
Something’s wrong. Something is definitely very, very wrong.
Practice being canceled without any real notice was odd enough. Him not responding to my text asking what was going on was even odder. But him not answering at all is just…
I shiver, and I’m scared as I press down on the gas, heading for his house as the fall afternoon light starts to fade. My mom’s given me permission to use my car again, but I know I’m pushing it with still being grounded. She knows about practice being canceled, being the Vice Principle and all, but I told her I’d be doing weight training instead.
But here I am, roaring down the backroads of Southworth to Camden’s house by the river.
It’s just about dark when I pull into his driveway and turn off the engine. The front door is unlocked, and so I just step in, closing it quietly behind me.
“Camden?”
The house is dark and silent. I bite my lip as I step into the big living room. I move through the house until I get to the kitchen, and that’s where I find him.
He’s sitting on one of the tall-backed barstools at the kitchen island, one hand stroking his chin as he just stares at full bottle of what must be alcohol sitting in front of him.
“Camden?”
He startles when he hears my voice, half turning.
“Waverly?”
“What are you doing?”
He blinks, shaking his head as he stands from the chair, his fingers raking his jaw.
“Sorry,” he says quietly. “I just…” He shakes his head.
“Is everything okay? You didn’t pick up when I called.”
He frowns. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Think I left my phone in the car or something.”
“Camden,” I step towards him, my brow worried. “Look, I didn’t mean to interrupt any—”
“No, it’s…” he smiles wryly. “It’s fine.” He sighs, running his fingers through his hair as he looks away out through the kitchen windows.
“Hey,” I say softly, moving closer. “You can talk to me, you know.”
His jaw tightens, he takes a deep, slow breath, and slowly, he turns to me.
“I’ve been sober for three years, Waverly.”
My brows go up. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Look, I—” he frowns before he beckons me with a nod of his chin. I move towards him through the dark kitchen, and he takes my hands as we both slide into the tall bar chairs against the coun
ter.
“I’m not going to drink this, you know,” he growls, nodding at the expensive looking bottle of scotch. “I just keep it around as a reminder. You know, like keeping your friends close and your enemies closer?”
I nod, and he smiles sadly.
“I was a different guy, three years ago, Waverly. I was riding high on my career, and I was arrogant, and stupid. I was so fucking stupid. I had it all, baby.”
I swallow. “You were going to the Olympics, right?” I remember my mom telling me about it when he was hired, and Camden nods.
“Yeah,” he growls dryly. “I was. And then I…”
Pain flashes in front of his eyes, and his jaw tightens. I squeeze his hand, and he looks away.
“I was drunk. And high. And I drove that night. I—” he swallows, taking a deep breath. “You’ve seen the picture on my wall, with the blonde girl?”
I nod, and for a second, my mouth tightens. There’s also a picture of her on the mantle in his living room, but I’ve never said anything. I mean, he’s twenty-eight. There has to have been serious girls in his life before me. And even if I hate the idea of that, it’s just life.
“Yeah, I’ve… I’ve seen her,” I say tightly.
Camden’s mouth twists into a small smile. “Not what you’re thinking, Waverly,” he says quietly. “Her name was Gina, and she was my sister.”
My gut twists, and my face falls.
Was.
“I’m sorry,” I say softly, squeezing his hand tighter.
“I went to get her that night. I was throwing this big stupid party at my house, and I was so beyond the ability to drive, but I went to get her because her boyfriend at the time was beating on her. I went there to kill him, Waverly,” he growls. “Like, literally. I went there with every intention of killing him with my bare hands. But he was gone when I got to their place. So, I took Gina with me, instead.”
His eyes squeeze shut, more of that pained look crossing his face.
“Gina struggled with depression, and anxiety, and a bunch of other shit. Our dad was…” his jaw clenches tight. “Our dad was a demon, Waverly. He used to beat on both of us, especially after our mom took off. But it was worse with Gina. I think he saw mom in her more, and when he smacked her around, he fucking made hurt.”