Bad Coach (An Alpha Male Bad Boy Romance) (Forbidden Romance)

by Claire Adams

  He stepped out of the shower’s flow in an instant and came towards me, an instant smile on his face. “I had no idea you were coming. What are you doing here?” He looked so pleased, so happy to see me, so oblivious of everything that was going on in my mind. His innocent question brought back everything in a rush. I remembered exactly what I was doing in that locker room, exactly why I had driven two hours to come and confront him. My eyes tingled and I felt my breath hitching.

  In between one heartbeat and the next, I started to cry. I couldn’t imagine confronting this man, who was clearly so delighted to see me, who didn’t have any idea that anything was wrong, but I had to. Johnny was in front of me in an instant, reaching out to me with wet hands, holding my shoulders in a firm-but-gentle grip. “Becky, baby, what’s wrong?” he asked me. I shook my head, crying too much to talk.

  “I—I—I—you—I can’t…my—and y-you—talk…” I couldn’t make my mouth work properly; I stuttered, sobs tearing through me, and tried to get a hold of myself, but couldn’t seem to even form the words properly in my own mind. Johnny pulled me into his arms, stroking my back gently, murmuring that it was okay, that everything was all right and he was right there; all I had to do was tell him what was on my mind. I still couldn’t make myself form the words.

  He turned my face up and before I could even finish trying to find a way to speak properly, his lips were on mine. I melted into him, pressing along his hard, wet body. I felt ashamed that I didn’t stop him. I couldn’t even stop myself responding to the kiss, meeting his tongue with my own, letting my hands wander over his naked body. It was such a relief to be in his arms, it felt so good and so right to be kissing him, to be alone with him. I felt the ache in my side starting to dissolve, the tension in my back that I hadn’t even felt going away as I pressed against him all over. “Are you okay?” Johnny asked, barely breaking away from my lips.

  I made a decision; I started to unbutton my blouse. “I need you,” I said. “I need…I need to be with you.” Johnny smiled, and his hands moved over my body, helping me every step of the way as I stripped every piece of clothing off, letting it fall to the floor. Johnny smiled, kissing me again for just a moment before he led me back towards the running shower.

  He reached up to the back of my head and gently pulled the elastic out, freeing my hair to tumble down around my shoulders. I gasped as the hot water hit me, rushing down along my skin and unknotting muscles I hadn’t even known were tense. Johnny’s hands wandered all over me, touching and teasing, and I started to caress him, too, exploring every ridge and line of his body. Whatever else was happening, whatever else I should be thinking about, was unimportant. The only thing I needed then was to touch Johnny, to feel him, to kiss him. Johnny pulled me close, holding us both under the shower’s flow, and I kissed him hungrily, desperately. He was still slick with soap and water, and I felt his cock pressing against me, already hard.

  I pushed him away slightly and sank down onto my knees in front of him. “You were amazing out there,” I said, for the moment, at least, not thinking of what his aggression might mean. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and began to stroke him; Johnny groaned, head falling back against his shoulders as his hips began to move in reaction. I brought my lips up to his erection and licked the tip as I stroked the base, working him with my fingers. I wrapped my mouth around him and the salty-sharp taste of his precum, already starting to flow, coated my tongue. He tasted so good — even with the lingering taste of the soap that was still on his skin. I closed my eyes and worshipped Johnny with my mouth, sucking and licking, taking more and more of him in. His fingers tangled in my hair, and his hips moved to the movements of my lips, but he never tried to force me, never pulled or pushed; he let me go at my own pace and as I heard his moans filling the air, I found myself getting more and more turned on.

  He pushed me away gently; his cock had begun to twitch, little spasms that made me sure he was on the verge of orgasm. Johnny lifted me up onto my feet gently and kissed me on the lips, his hands moving to cup my breasts and tease my nipples into firm little nubs before drifting down between my legs. “I’m so glad you came out,” he murmured against my lips. “I’ve been thinking about you all day, all night.” Johnny chuckled lowly, his fingers slipping and sliding along the folds of my labia. “I was going to sneak into your room and surprise you again as soon as we got back to campus.” His fingers pressed against me and I moaned, pushing myself down to meet his touch as I became wetter and wetter by the moment. He found my clit and began to stroke me, his other hand moving all over my body, tickling and caressing, cupping my breast.

  He kissed along my body, moving his lips on a downward path from my mouth to my neck, lingering at my breasts to claim each of my nipples in turn. I moaned, only fleetingly thinking of how good it was that we were all alone in the stadium, that no one would hear us, as Johnny rubbed and stroked me. He nibbled along my abdomen and nuzzled my hips, working his way to my pussy with what seemed like aching slowness. Johnny pushed me gently against the shower wall and spread my legs wider; I looked down at him and he grinned up at me, on his knees. “Did you miss me, Becky-baby?” he asked as his fingers spread my labia apart.

  Johnny buried his face against me, nuzzling my soaking wet folds, his tongue sliding along my inner labia and then pushing inside of me hungrily. I moaned out, my head tilting back against the wall, my hands reaching out blindly and tangling in his hair. “Yes, yes, Johnny — God, yes, I missed you,” I cried out as he sucked and licked, devouring me as if he was starving. His tongue teased me, barely avoiding my clit and then slipping down to lap up my fluids before shifting upward again. He swirled the tip around my pleasure center and I cried out, my hands tightening in his hair and my hips moving to get better contact. I writhed and twisted against the wall, pushing down as Johnny began to flick his tongue against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body.

  He teased me relentlessly, bringing me to the edge and then retreating to suck and lap at my fluids. He pulled as much of my pussy into his mouth as possible, and I found myself getting more and more turned on, closer and closer to orgasm, with every moment that he worshipped me. His hands gripped my hips, held me perfectly spread, and I felt my knees going weak as he moaned against my skin, sending little vibrations against my clit. It was so good—I tried to remember a time in my life when anyone had given me so much pleasure and I couldn’t. When I was certain that I couldn’t take any more, Johnny sucked my clit between his lips and flickered his tongue against the bead of nerves until I tumbled over the edge, crying out helplessly in the grips of the orgasm that raged through me.

  He didn’t let up, and I felt myself gushing onto his face, onto his lips and chin as I squirmed and writhed, wave after wave of pleasure washing through every nerve in my body. Johnny slowed gradually, lapping up my fluids as I sagged against the wall, trying to find my balance with legs that felt as if they were made of jelly.

  Before I could even fully recover, I felt Johnny’s body pressed against mine, and I gasped as he lifted me up easily, holding me pinned against the wall. His hard cock rubbed against my soaking wet folds and in spite of the orgasm I’d already had, I was turned on all over again as he kissed me everywhere, tasting like my fluids, but somehow it was incredibly sexy to taste myself on him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto his shoulders as if I was clinging to life. Johnny rocked his hips against mine, teasing me until the very last vestiges of my orgasm fled in the face of new arousal. “Are you ready, baby?” Johnny asked, kissing the pulse point directly under my ear.

  “Mm, yes — yes, please.” I pushed my hips down against Johnny’s and I felt his fingers brush me as he lined himself up against my slit. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as Johnny thrust into me hard and fast, filling me up in one quick movement. I tightened my legs around his waist, pushing down to meet him. It felt so good. It felt just exactly right, in a way I couldn’t even have explained if I had bee
n able to form words. Johnny and I fell into a hot and heavy pace, the steam from the shower wrapping around us both. I kissed him everywhere my lips could reach, meeting his thrusts with my hips. The friction built up between us, and I couldn’t tell whether our bodies were becoming more and more slick from the shower, from our sweat, or from something else; all I knew was that Johnny was thrusting into me deeper and deeper, that every movement rubbed against my clit, sending electrical sparks of pleasure dancing along my nerves.

  Johnny buried his face against my breasts, nuzzling and kissing, and I knew that neither of us was going to be able to hold back much longer. We touched and kissed, we moved together as one in a tidal rhythm that I couldn’t have found my way out of if I had wanted to. In a matter of moments, it seemed, I was crying out again, grabbing at Johnny’s slippery body, my muscles clenching and flexing in spasms as I hit my second orgasm. Johnny moaned against my skin and I felt his cock twitching inside of me. I felt the hot, slick rush of him gushing deep inside of me, and we kept moving until neither of us was able to move any longer. He barely kept his arms around me as we both sank down onto the shower floor, absolutely spent, and I thought, my mind hazed over with pleasure, that it was the best sex I had ever had in my entire life; I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than what had just happened between us.

  Chapter Six

  Somehow, Johnny and I managed to finally finish up in the shower, and he joked that I had saved him a lot of trouble; he was going to be late to the bus and possibly have to figure out his own way home, but since I was there, I could be his ride. “What put it in your head to come and see the game?” he asked me playfully as we walked out to my car. The parking lot was absolutely deserted.. It almost felt chilly against my wet hair, and I shivered, remembering the reason I had come. My stomach started to churn, my heart to beat faster inside of me.

  “I had to see you,” I said, giving him the best smile I could muster. I unlocked the car, and Johnny joked that it wasn’t much for a rich girl like me to be driving. “I’d have thought you’d be rolling in, like, a Benz or something.” I laughed, for a moment ceasing to think about the terrible facts that had forced me to come so far to talk to him.

  “My dad said that if I graduate college Summa Cum Laude, he would buy me a Benz then, but this car was brand new when he got it for me and chock full of safety features. Way more appropriate for a first-time driver.”

  I pulled onto the road and found the Interstate once more and everything started to crowd in on me again. I knew I had to go through with it; I just couldn’t pretend like everything was okay. I had to actually talk to Johnny about the situation. Even if he had been sweet and loving to me, even if he had given me several of the best orgasms of my life, I couldn’t just ignore the questions hanging over my head. I turned the volume down on the music and tried to think of the best way to approach the topic. I realized that there was no really good way to ask the questions I had on my mind.

  “Johnny,” I said slowly. “I need to talk to you about something.” Johnny smiled at me from the passenger seat, reaching out to take my hand.

  “Anything, babe. I’m all ears.” That made it so much harder for me to even begin. I swallowed the lump I could feel forming in my throat.

  “What…what really happened to Claire?” my heart was beating faster and faster. “I know there was, I mean…” I couldn’t finish the sentence; I couldn’t tell him what my mom had said. Johnny’s hand fell away from mine, and I glanced over to see that the smile on his face was gone, as well.

  “It’s not something you want to hear. It’s…it’s really bad, and it still hurts,” he said. I swallowed again, biting my bottom lip. I couldn’t just let it go.

  “I’ve been hearing a lot of different things,” I said slowly. “I don’t — I want to hear about it from you. I trust you. I’ll know what to think if you can just tell me.” I glanced at him again and for a long, silent moment, I thought that he was going to absolutely refuse to tell me anything.

  Finally, Johnny sighed. He looked at his hands and shook his head. “Claire was…” he closed his eyes and then opened them again. “She was unstable. Emotionally, I mean. She was so quiet and sweet when I first met her, the most beautiful girl… so smart, and even though she was quiet, she was funny.” Johnny smiled slightly.

  “What happened?” I asked. Johnny sighed again.

  “She…would have these times when nothing would make her happy. Not in a mean way, she didn’t fight or anything, she just…would be crying for hours. Or she’d think that she was going to fail all of her classes and have to drop out, even though she was an A student. Or she would accuse me of being with her out of pity instead of love.” I nodded. “I don’t know what it was; there was just something…broken, inside of her, you know? Then other times she’d be fine and everything would be great. But I couldn’t keep us both afloat. I couldn’t drop everything to be there when she needed me to be.”

  “That must have been really difficult for you,” I said, feeling my eyes starting to sting. I saw Johnny nodding in my peripheral vision.

  “I hated it, but I eventually broke up with her because I could tell I wasn’t — I couldn’t fix what was wrong, you know?” I nodded again.

  “What happened after that?” Johnny closed his eyes again and was silent for a long moment.

  “She changed completely,” he said quietly. “She’d had crazy periods before, but they were always depressed, you know? After we broke up, she started just…going out when she shouldn’t, getting drunk, and flirting with people in front of me, trying to get a rise out of me.” Johnny went silent for another long moment, and I glanced over to see him take a deep breath. “One night, there was this party. I went; I didn’t think she was going to be there — there were a couple of other parties going on that night.”

  I gripped the steering wheel tighter. I knew this was the important, but the worst part of the story. I had to listen. I had to find out if I could trust what he was saying to me. “Okay,” I said, keeping my voice as neutral as possible.

  “She was drinking and hanging all over my friends. I’d had a little bit, but not very much. But Claire…she was just downing drinks left and right, not even asking what they were.” I shuddered; it would only be too easy to drug someone acting that way. I couldn’t blame Claire. I couldn’t even imagine what kind of deep troubles she was going through, and to lose the man she loved, the one she’d lost her virginity to — she had probably thought that they’d be together forever. “I ended up leaving,” Johnny said, and I heard him sniff. “I hate…I can’t stand myself for doing that.” He brought his fist down onto the console and I jumped, startled. He took a deep breath. “But I didn’t want to encourage her. I thought if I left, maybe she’d calm down and one of her friends would take her home, something like that.” Johnny shook his head. “I went out with some of my friends for pizza.”

  I took a deep breath. “And then?” Once more, Johnny was quiet for a long moment and I looked over at him. I could see his face contorted in such deep sadness, such anger, frustration, and despair that I nearly told him to forget about it, that I’d heard that part of the story already. But I had to hear it from him.

  “While I was with some of my other friends, I got a text. One of the guys who’d stayed behind at the party.” Johnny made a noise that sounded like a mixture of a growl and a groan, something so intensely painful it was animalistic. “It was a picture of Claire, naked, passed out on the floor somewhere.” I heard him take a deep breath and looked over at him again; I was having trouble paying attention to the road. I had to hear this through to the end. “I got back to the party as fast as I could, but of course, it…” he sighed. He brought his fist down on the console again. “One of those assholes came up to me and congratulated me on loosening her up. He said she was easier than a blow-up doll.” Johnny made the half-growling, groaning noise again, and then I heard him sniffle. “One of the other guys, he said something about her being�
��fuck. About Claire being just as easy from behind as she was in the front. Someone said something about her having no gag reflex.” He sniffled again, and I heard his breath hitch. “I punched one of them — I can’t even remember who, anymore. I found Claire. She was still passed out, but she must have been awake at some point — her face, it was covered in tears.”

  “Oh, God…Johnny.” I could only imagine. It was something out of a nightmare, something every girl was warned about. Don’t drink anything a guy gives you…don’t leave your drink unattended… Johnny was silent again for a few minutes.

  “I carried her home. I wasn’t sure…I didn’t know exactly what happened.” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “I told her mother what I could, but I was so scared.”

  I felt as if I had poured salt into someone’s open wound, as if I was pressing broken shards of glass into his skin. “What happened after that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

  “She…” Johnny shook his head. “She didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. She went missing from school; the guys…those…they kept circulating the picture, talking about what a great lay she’d been.” Johnny made the stomach-deep, groaning sound again. “She just couldn’t take it. I don’t blame her. Not for a second. The things they were saying about her…” he shook his head. “She eventually ended up just…I think they found her a few hours after.” I saw him curl in on himself. Johnny’s voice went quiet, deadly-flat. “They found her journal and the clothes she’d been wearing that night. In the journal…God, so many of those — those fucking assholes. They’d raped her. She wrote it all down. The police found something like five different guys’ DNA on her clothes.”