Coach Steele: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

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by Autumn Avery


  “It’s all right,” he says.

  “No, it’s not all right! Look at this!”

  I open his vanity mirror and find a tube of antibiotic cream and some gauze. I run the water but Coach stops me.

  “I’m all sweaty, Katie,” he says. “Let me shower first.”

  He moves to the shower and turns the water on. Standing with his back to me, he pulls his tank top off and I see all of his muscles, glistening with sweat. I’ve never seen his back like this before. He’s always been on top of me I guess. I must let out a soft noise because Coach turns around and gives me a sly grin.

  “You can join me.”

  Without hesitation, I step out of my shoes and undo the top button of my pants. Coach steps up to me and wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. His chest is covered with sweat and I love it. He smells like such a man and it’s like the rest of the world just melts away as he holds me.

  Eventually, I feel his hands around the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms as he pulls it off over my head and tosses it aside. Easily, he undoes my bra and drops it to the floor. I’m totally naked before him.

  “My turn,” I tell him.

  I reach out and pull on his sweatpants, but they don’t move. I look down and see the drawstring has been tied and grab one of the ends and pull.

  “No, not that one—“

  He tries to stop me, but it’s too late. I look down at the knot in dismay. I hear Coach start to laugh and look up to see him trying to cover it up with his hand. But his laugh is contagious, and soon I’m laughing too.

  “Damn it!” I shout under my breath, feeling ridiculous. Coach laughs and pulls hard at his pants, getting them down over his hips. I take over from there, and hook my fingers under the waistband of his briefs and pull. They come off with his sweatpants and I see he’s already almost hard.

  With both hands, I take hold of his shaft and squeeze. It’s seriously as big as my forearm, and there’s something comforting about holding onto it. It’s like a sign of his masculinity, and feeling it throb and pulse with blood as it gets harder in my hands has me wet in seconds.

  Coach looks down at me with a smile, wraps both arms beneath me and lifts me off of my feet. I squeal, not expecting it as he spins around and pulls me into the shower with him.

  The warm water feels amazing and I toss my arms around Coach’s neck and kiss him deeply. All of the day’s stress and anxiety comes pouring out of me as our lips meet. My tongue pushes hungrily into his mouth and when he kisses me back it’s electric.

  The water makes his skin feel slick and I run my fingertips over his torso, feeling the taut muscles in his back and arms as he holds me at waist level. His cock is at full attention and I feel it pressed against my pussy, sliding back at forth as he moves, teasing me.

  Something feels different about this. I want him inside me, but for different reasons. I want him to own me and make sure we both know we belong to each other. There’s more going on here than just the raw sexual lust that always flows between us.

  I love how strong he is. He just holds me up so easily I can feel myself getting even wetter. His taut, rock-hard chest muscles are pressed against my breasts. The water runs down our skin and I feel my heartbeat against his.

  I reach an arm down behind me and down between my legs and grab his cock. He thrusts in and out, gliding his shaft against my lips and into my hand. My palm gets slick as his cock drips pre-cum as a sign of his excitement.

  I shift my hips and let him know he should set me down. He does, and I instantly get down on my knees and take him into my mouth. The sweet taste of his pre-cum inflames me, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m playing with my clit, staring up at him with his cock in my mouth.

  “That’s so hot, baby,” he tells me, watching me. Having his eyes on me turns me on even more. I always thought I’d be so nervous doing things like this, but Coach brings something out in me that makes me feel completely uninhibited.

  I take my mouth off his cock and grab his shaft with both hands and slide them up and down. It’s like I’ve been possessed by the spirit of a retired pornstar as I lean forward, extend my tongue and lick his balls.

  The groan from Coach lets me know how much he loves it. I start stroking his cock faster as my tongue caresses him. His strong hand wraps around the back of my head. He pushes me closer and I start to feel overwhelmed. When he takes control of me like that I just melt.

  I let my eyes close and just focus on the sensations. I can feel the skin on his balls tighten against my tongue and I start to rub my clit faster. The sensation is growing within me and I know I’m getting close to cumming. Coach can tell too.

  “You getting close?” He asks me in a deep voice.

  I nod, looking up at him.

  Quickly, he leans down and snatches me up under my arms and lifts me into the air. I squeal. He raises me high above him, higher than I ever thought he could possibly lift me, until I’m above his shoulders. He pulls me close and I wrap my legs around his neck.

  He buries his face in my pussy. The feeling of his tongue against my clit is overwhelming, and I have to grab the showerhead to keep from falling backward. Every muscles in my body goes tense as he laps hungrily, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  My legs begin to twitch uncontrollably, and when I hear him groan, his head between my legs and his tongue in my pussy, I cum.

  I cum so hard I get dizzy. My legs spasm and tighten so hard I have a tiny moment where I wonder if I’m hurting him. But the feeling is so intense it overwhelms any rational thought in my brain and all I can think about is how good it feels.

  “Fuck!” I am barely to choke out the word as waves of pleasure rip through my body. It’s so good that it’s almost too much. I wrap my arms around him and pull him even closer as I start to come down. I can feel his nose pressed against my stomach, right above my clit, and his chin pressing into my pussy. His tongue starts to slow as my orgasm lets go.

  My entire body relaxes and I almost pass out.

  “Oh my God,” I manage to whisper as Coach sets me down. My legs don’t work. I have to sit down, no, lie down, and rest my head against the wall of the shower. The water beats down on me and suddenly feels hotter than it did a minute ago. I can feel Coach’s presence and know he’s looking down at me with a smile on his face.

  My legs are still quivering. All the emotions of the day have just exploded out of me in the most intense orgasm of my life.

  When I finally am able to open my eyes, I see Coach looking down at me, gently stroking his cock, which is still just as hard as ever. I can see the lust in his eyes. I want to get up, but I can’t. This must definitely be what it’s like to be dick drunk.

  A giggle explodes from my lips that I wasn’t expecting, and it just grows and grows. I try to fight it but it’s impossible. There’s no fighting it. I just have to let it happen. The giggles just keep coming and I have to cover my face with both hands from embarrassment.

  “You’re too cute,” Coach tells me. He leans down and picks me up and I feel him step out of the shower as I lean my head on his shoulder. I nuzzle my head into his neck and moan gently as he carries me into the bedroom. As he sets me down on the bed I’m finally able to get things together.

  I look up at him and spread my legs wide, presenting myself to him. I barely have time to react before he’s on his knees in front of me. Both of his hands slide under my hips and pull me forward so my butt’s off the bed. He grips me hard and presses the tip of his cock against my pussy.

  With one quick thrust he’s inside me.

  There it is.

  He almost splits me open. It hurts and I love it. I fucking love it. I gasp and my back arches off the bed. Before I can pull away, Coach presses his hand against my stomach and pins me to the bed. My eyes go wide and I gasp as he starts to fuck me.

  I want to see it.

  I lift my body off the bed with both arms and stare down at his cock going in and out of me. I can’t even
believe it fits. I can literally see my stomach going up and down with every stroke.

  I’m his and only his. And he knows it.

  Sweat and water drips from his body onto mine as he fucks me hard. My eyes move to his and he reaches out and slides his thumb into my mouth. I suck it like it was his cock, despite being not even close to the right size. Somehow it drives me wild. But just as I’m getting into it, he pulls it out and presses it against my clit.

  My hips buck but he’s strong enough to keep me down.

  “That’s – too much,” I stammer as the sensation hits me. My clit’s still sensitive, and I don’t know if I can take it just yet.

  “Just take it, baby,” Coach reassures me. “Take my cock. I want to feel your pussy cum on my cock.”

  His words drive me wild and I collapse back onto the bed, my arms draped above my head. There’s nothing I can do, so I stop fighting it and take it. I focus on the sensations.

  His thumb moves in circles around my clit, which is still throbbing from my orgasm in the shower. He flicks it harder occasionally, which causes my entire body to jump like I’ve been tickled.

  His cock plunges in and out of me and I’m so tight right now I can feel every inch of his hard cock, from the shaft to the swollen head, and with each stroke, I feel his balls slapping against my asshole.

  I feel so fucking dirty and so in love at the same time. This is Heaven.

  My hands grasp the sheets as he fucks me. I can feel his cock twitch inside me and I know he’s getting close. I feel myself getting there too and I know that if he shoots his cum inside me, I’ll get there too.

  “Cum in me,” I tell him. “Cum in me, Coach.”

  “You want my cum in you?” He asks me.

  “Yes. Fucking cum in my pussy!”

  The words just come out of me. It feels right. Everything feels right. It’s perfect. His cock is so hard I know he’s ready to burst. His thumb moves faster on my clit and the sensations swell within me. I’m ready to go. All I need is that one thing from him.

  “I’m gonna fucking cum!” He roars, his voice a deep growl.

  And then it happens.

  His hips thrust forward and he buries every inch of his dick inside me. It hurts and I love it. I feel him hit my cervix, and when his cock twitches, his cum sprays inside me.

  My pussy clamps down as I cum and I pull the pillow over my face to muffle the scream. If I came any harder I’d pass out. I just know it.

  Each spurt of his cum inside me matches a contraction of my pussy and we cum together in perfect sync. My hips buck wildly and I grab his torso with my legs and hold him inside me.

  “Yes!” I scream, but he can’t hear it through the pillow.

  I’m not on birth control. And I don’t care.

  In fact, this is what I want. I want to get pregnant. I want him to breed me and make me his. I want his cum in me every single day until I’m carrying his child. That’s what I want. This man is mine and I am his.

  Coach collapses on top of me and I feel the final jerk of his cock and the last of his seed inside me. I’m completely filled and feel some of it leaking out of me and dripping down my butt.

  We lay there together, his cock still hard inside me, for what seems like forever. My arms caress every inch of his body, feeling him with my fingertips. I gently kiss his neck and cheek, his strong jaw and finally his lips.

  “Coach,” I whisper.

  “Yes, Katie.”

  “Tell me this isn’t over. Tell me we’ll be together.”

  “We will, Katie,” he says firmly. “Don’t worry. No matter what happens, we will be together.”

  7

  Coach Steele

  Coach Steele

  My “meeting” with the cops went as well as could be expected. Peters was on my side, but the rest of the guys were skeptical. I didn’t think I’d get much more support but the whole thing left a really sour taste in my mouth to say the least.

  They let me know that there will be a trial in the future, and from their tone, it’s pretty certain things won’t be going my way. I have to find another way to deal with this, so right now I’m on my way to Mrs. Thompson’s house.

  It’s probably not a good idea, but I don’t know what else to do. My heart’s going haywire as I take the turn off Elm Street onto Pine. Hopefully Chad, her current husband, won’t be there.

  Is his name Chad? I think his name is Chad.

  Either way, it’d be better if he’s not home.

  The sun’s going down as her house comes into view. I had a stop off at Minnie’s Bar and Grill after I left the station. Had a couple drinks and gave myself some time to come down from the much-needed buzz. I’m not a real drinker, but all this shit has my head spinning.

  Katie coming over couldn’t have been any better. She’s so fucking sexy and I’m completely bewitched by her. Her body, her face, those eyes and the way she looks at me. Cumming together with her was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.

  I could see the excitement in her eyes when she told me she wasn’t on the pill. I’m going to get her pregnant and make her mine. There’s no way I’m going to prison for a crime I didn’t commit. There’s no way that will happen. I don’t care what I have to do, I will be with her and be there for our child.

  As I slow my truck by the curb opposite Mrs. Thompson’s house, I see something that stops me.

  Out of the shadows, around where the side door by the garage is, comes Mrs. Thompson, very obviously trying not to be seen. She’s got the hood of her jacket up and her head down as she paces quickly to her car. She opens the door quietly and doesn’t close it all the way. She doesn’t even start the engine. Instead, she puts the car in neutral and lets the car roll down the driveway into the street.

  What the Hell is she doing?

  The car rolls back down the street past her house, and only then does she start the engine and shut the door. Then, very quickly, she guns it in reverse and turns around in someone’s driveway. Whatever she’s up to, she doesn’t want her family to know.

  Quickly, I turn around in her neighbor’s driveway and get behind her. Wherever she’s headed, she thinks she’s in the clear now and obviously isn’t checking her rearview mirror. Even if she did, my truck’s pretty nondescript and I doubt she’d realize it was me.

  I follow her as she turns right out of her neighborhood and gets back on Elm Street headed toward Main. She’s driving pretty fast and I almost lose her a couple of times as we cross town, but a red light on Oak catches me up to her. I slouch down in my seat and gaze over at her through the rear window of a Passat beside me.

  She’s texting furiously, but she’s got her hood down now and I can see she’s got a Hell of a makeup job done. She sure wasn’t wearing that for Chad, or whatever her husband’s name is.

  She’s going to see someone.

  This could be it. This could be the break I needed. A husband’s going to be sympathetic at the least to his wife saying she was raped by a guy, and I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t come by the house to try and kill me, but if that same wife is cheating on her husband with someone – well, let’s just say I don’t think she’d want him finding out about that.

  The light turns red and I follow her across the tracks and down past the high school, and it’s then that I realize where she’s headed. The excitement hits me with a rush of adrenaline and it’s all I can to not to floor it and get right up on her bumper. But I play it cool. I already know where she’s going. No need to blow this.

  Just as I suspected, she takes a left after the graveyard, passes Spring Farms and takes a right at the four-way. I’m keeping my distance now. The sun is almost down and all I can see are her taillights. We’re out of town a bit now and there aren’t many cars around. I don’t want her suspecting anything when she looks in her rearview.

  Sure enough, she turns right down Lakeview Road. I slow to a stop and let her take the turn fully. Once she’s out of sight, I turn my lights off. There�
��s enough of a moon out that I can see where I’m going as I take the turn and pull slowly down the wooded street.

  I can see Mrs. Thompson’s car parked on the road and I slow to a stop beneath the shadows of a weeping willow.

  Yup. I was right.

  Two doors down from Mrs. Thompson’s car, her destination, is a large white house with a single black sedan in the driveway, and on the mailbox, a last name: Brown.

  Yup. The principal. Sarah Brown’s house. Obviously Sarah isn’t home right now, and Mrs. Thompson isn’t coming to see her anyway. She’s here to see Daryl, Sarah’s husband.

  I’m almost giddy as I pull out my phone as Mrs. Thompson gets out of her car and marches quickly across the street. I’m filming everything.

  You’re gonna get it now, bitch, I think with a devilish grin.

  She heads up the driveway and slips into the shadows of the side of the house by the garage. Before she has a chance to knock, the door opens.

  There he is. Daryl Brown, Sarah’s husband.

  They kiss, and I get it all on camera. The son of a bitch goes right for it too and grabs her tits with both hands. She loves it and slides her hand right against his crotch and grabs his cock.

  Gee, I wonder what they’re gonna do next?

  He pulls her inside and shuts the door behind her. I pop open the truck door and slink across the street and up the driveway. My adrenaline’s spiking. I feel like a burglar or murderer or something, but this is going to be the way I save my ass from Mrs. Thompson’s lies. If this is what it takes to get my life back, so be it.

  I can hear their footsteps inside. Heavy. They must be making out and stumbling through the place toward the bedroom. It’s dark in the back yard as I slip past a hedge and come around beside the porch. A soft light flickers on in one of the windows, and I move quickly toward it, phone in hand.

  As I get close, and see inside, I know I’ve got her.

  I hit record on my camera just as Daryl slips her shirt off over her head. She kisses him and slides a hand down his pants, grabs his cock and pulls it out. He’s already hard and she starts jerking him off, a huge smile on her face as he kisses her neck.

 

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