by Jenika Snow
And that’s exactly what he’s done, placed his claim on me. I know it. I feel it.
“Coach Big.” I whisper his name and after a few moments the hazy expression on his face fades as he focuses on me. “Someone’s coming,” I say even more softly this time, fearful that someone will catch us.
I’m not worried about being seen with Coach Big, not in an embarrassing way. I’m worried over the fact he could get in serious trouble for this.
He blinks a few times, but still has yet to move, as if he’s not the least bit worried about it—almost like he wants them to catch us, he wants them to see what he’s done to me.
I can’t help but shiver at that knowledge. But then reality slams back into me and I force myself to stand, make myself put on my bra and shirt, not bothering to wipe off his cum that covers me.
I can feel the material of my shirt sticking to my skin, his seed like glue, securing me to him irrevocably. I can feel that deep in my bones, and I’m startled at how good that feels, how right it feels.
He slowly stands, his big body straightening up off the bed. I tip my head back to look at his face, every part of me on fire. I’m so wet, and all I can think about is going home and touching myself, relieving this pressure that Coach Big has built inside of me.
He adjusts himself, tucking his semi-hard cock back into his shorts, and then takes a step toward me, and one more until he’s so close I can feel the heat from his body. He lifts his hand and cups the side of my face, smoothing his finger along my cheek.
“This isn’t over, Lily.” He leans into me so his lips are so close to mine that if I leaned the slightest bit we’d be kissing. “This is far from fucking over.”
And then he slams his lips on mine, slips his tongue into my mouth, and makes me take it.
“You’re mine,” he grunts against my lips.
And all I can do is moan, because in that moment I know one thing for certain. I’m now Coach Big’s.
Chapter Seven
Coach Big
“Get here early for school in the morning, Lily,” I order her. My voice is gruff, but it can’t be helped. I don’t want to let her go. I want to keep her with me, but I know I can’t.
At least not yet.
One day soon, though, she will be mine completely. Lily doesn’t realize the enormity of what we’ve done here today. She doesn’t know what she’s given me, but soon she will. She’s mine now. Mine to care for, to protect, to shelter, to… keep.
To claim that sweet fucking little virgin pussy.
I growl low, the thoughts and images that slam in my head so wrong, so dirty, that I could probably come from them alone.
Those big blue eyes of hers look up at me, still dilated and filled with hunger.
Hunger for me.
“I always get to school twenty minutes early,” she murmurs, her face filling with color as I use my finger to gather some of the cum that’s showing just above her collar. Fuck, I want to bury myself inside of her, thrust through her cherry and fuck her raw, filling her sweet pussy with so much seed it’ll drip down her legs every time she takes a step.
I can’t do that yet, but soon that will fucking happen—that and so much more.
“You need to be here earlier. It’s going to take longer than twenty minutes to do what I want to do to you,” I tell her and then I thrust my spunk-covered finger inside those lush, swollen lips of hers. Maybe I’m moving too fast, but I can’t help myself. She’s so sweet and innocent, my little virginal high schooler that has every taboo desire in me rising up like a tsunami.
She immediately wraps her tongue around my finger, moaning as she licks and sucks the cum I give her, that I make her take. She may be untouched, but she’s a little fucking temptress.
Fuck, she’ll be a greedy little wildcat in bed, I can tell. And she’ll be all mine. I’ll be the only cock to ever get inside of her tight little cunt. I’ll shape her to fit only my shaft, teach her exactly what to do to bring us both pleasure, while fucking her so hard that she won’t be able to move afterwards.
I may have only had one small taste of her, but it’s enough to know that I’ll never let her go now.
Absolutely never.
I can’t.
I watch as she shifts on her feet, rocking back and forth as if she’s trying to get that friction her body is craving. It’s beautiful watching her try and get off without me touching her. Hell, I’m so fucking aroused by titty-fucking her, and it’s clear she is too. My Lily is so receptive that she has my balls aching as I think about of all the ways I’m going to introduce her to pleasure.
“Stop, Lily,” I order.
Her blue eyes lift to look at me, confusion in their depths.
“Stop?” she mumbles, biting on her lip.
“I want you to wait, to let that sweet build-up increase. I don’t want you getting off again. Not until in the morning. Not until I can be the one to make you go over the edge.”
She inhales sharply. “B—but I was…”
“You were what?” I rasp, as I see clearly in her eyes just what she has planned. I’m going to force her to admit it to me.
“Nothing,” she says, avoiding eye contact with me now, the blush on her face deepening. God, she looks so fucking delectable, I want to bury my head between her legs and eat at her juicy cunt for days. I want to devour her.
I place my finger under her chin and tip her head up, forcing her to look at me.
“What?” I demand, not wanting her to hide anything from me, least of all this. “Tell me, sweet girl.”
“I wanted to go home and…” She breaks off, her face becoming even redder now. I’m a bastard because I should let her keep her secrets, but I won’t.
“And what, Lily?”
“Coach Big.” I can tell I’m embarrassing her, but I want her to go outside her comfort zone, but only with me.
“Were you going to go home and touch that little pussy of yours, Lily? Were you going to slide your fingers into that wet, juicy little cunt and make yourself come?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice coming out as a moan.
“Tell me what you were going to do, Lily.”
“I was going to…” She stops, too shy or perhaps too innocent to explain exactly what she has planned.
I kiss her lips, able to taste my cum on her mouth, but not giving a fuck. I like that my jizz is all over her, like that she swallowed it down and took it into her body. I own her now, I own every fucking inch of her and I’m going to bathe her in my seed, keeping my scent all over her body, marking her in the most basic of ways.
I let my lips make a path to her ear, capturing the lobe between my teeth and sucking on it, my tongue darting out along the shell.
“Were you going to tease your clit, Lily? Make that sweet little pussy drenched with your juices until your body was throbbing for more?”
“Yes…” she hisses, her body trembling against mine.
I hold her by her hip, pushing a leg between hers, and moving her so she’s forced to almost climb it. That hot, throbbing little cunt, stretched over my thighs. I use my hold and move her, teaching her to grind her pussy and ride my leg.
“What else were you going to do, Lily? Were you going to slide your fingers into that aching little cunt, baby? Were you going to finger-fuck yourself while you thought of me?”
“Yes. God, yes, I was going to make myself come, thinking of you fucking me, Coach Big,” she admits, her voice so filled with desire that I growl with the need to fuck her.
I can’t… not here. I can hear the others in the main locker room, milling around. I can’t take Lily’s virginity here, even if I fucking need to so bad it’s killing me.
I do the only thing I can. I move my hand down to her tit, my palm swallowing it. I squeeze it roughly, already learning that my little Lily likes that sting of pain that I give her. Her body jerks, shuddering against me almost violently.
“Ride my leg, Lily. Fuck yourself using my leg and make that sweet
little pussy come,” I growl, the moment so hot that I know it will burn in my memory for the rest of my life.
“Yes. Yes, Coach Big,” she whimpers, using me to get off, fucking herself against my leg.
I just watch her because Lily is so damn beautiful and fucking wild in her need to come. My heart pounds against my chest, a fine layer of perspiration breaking out as I watch my woman take what she needs, what I give her, to find completion. My hand tightens to a bruising force on her hip, letting her have control to move, but unable to let her go. I know she’ll be black and blue there tomorrow and I love it. It will just be further proof that she is mine now. I watch her ride my leg, every muscle in her body quaking. She’s so close to coming now that I can feel it vibrating in the air.
I use my hold to rotate her hips, deeper, harder—showing her what she’s too inexperienced to know.
“My baby is so hungry for cock. One day soon, Lily, I’ll have fucked you so much that your legs will open for me the minute I walk into the fucking room, because your body won’t be able to resist.”
“Yes, I want that. I want that, Coach Big,” she cries as her body stiffens, her orgasm beginning to rip through her.
I give her breast one last ruthless squeeze, then I wrap my hand in her hair and pull her mouth to mine, kissing her with a hunger that’s raw, harsh and fueled with need. I swallow down her cries as her orgasm rakes through her body, shattering her.
Even after it’s over and I’m holding her trembling body, kissing her, soothing her, she’s still lightly moving back and forth on my leg, the aftershocks of pleasure making her body languid.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I murmur. When her legs are finally strong enough to hold her up on her own, I let her go.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave you,” she says, the longing so woven into her voice it makes me feel like a king.
“One day soon, Lily. One day soon you will belong to me in every way imaginable.”
“And you?” she asks shyly. “Will you belong to me, Coach Big … Markus?”
“I already do, baby. I already fucking do,” I tell her, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and giving her the truth that I’ve known for a while, even if I tried like hell to deny it. I like that she uses my name, almost as much as I like that she calls me Coach when I’m fucking her.
My girl is perfect for me.
“I better go,” she says, her gaze darting to the door when we hear a large burst of laughter coming from the connecting room. I don’t know who’s here, but I don’t even care. In fact, I kind of want someone to find us, to know she’s mine.
“First, I need something from you, Lily.”
“Anything,” she says at once, giving me her full attention.
God, she’s just so fucking sweet.
“Take off your panties.”
“I…What?”
“Take those panties off and give them to me. I want them.”
Her eyes go round, but she holds my gaze as she steps out of her shorts and slowly pulls the panties down her legs. It takes her a few minutes, but she does as I ask, and then pulls her shorts back in place. She shyly hands them over to me.
I take them and lift them to my nose, inhaling, the juices from her sweet pussy so thick on them that I could get drunk. I force myself to put them in my pocket. I’ll be jacking off with these later. Hell, as hard as I am, I’ll probably use them several times.
“Wear a dress in the morning, Lily,” I instruct her, already planning deliciously naughty things to do to my girl.
“A dress?” she asks. The tone of her voice tells me that she knows what I want and wants the same in ways that words can’t.
“Exactly.”
Her tongue moves out over her lips. She nervously worries them while looking at me, a fine tremor moving through her. Finally, she breaks eye contact with me and turns to the door. I let her open it, but before she leaves I call out.
“And Lily?”
“Yeah?” she responds, glancing over her shoulder to me.
“Don’t you dare make yourself come tonight. That’s my job from now on.”
Her pupils dilate, growing huge at my demand. For a minute, I wonder if she’ll argue, but she just nods. Then, with one last glance, she walks away.
I watch her go, my gaze glued to her ass as she leaves me, those twin mounds bouncing slightly with each step.
Fuck, I may need to jack off before I can even begin the drive home.
Chapter Eight
Lily
All I can think about is Coach Big as I round the corner and start to run faster. I need this like I need to relieve the sexual arousal in my body. But I’m going to obey him, not touch myself, and hope that he’ll give me that release I so desperately need.
Sweat coats my skin, dripping down the valley between my breasts, the remembrance of how it felt with Coach Big’s cum on my skin like a branding on my body.
His seed had been warm, sticky. And when I got home and peeled off the all but torn shirt, the material stuck to my flesh, this erotic memory, this dirty proof of what I’d done in the locker room of my high school.
I stop and brace my hands on my knees, my eyes closed as I pant. But I’m not exerted from the run so much. I’m out of breath because all I can think about and picture is how it’ll be with Coach Big that first time.
My nipples tighten, I’m wet between my thighs, and all I want to do is the very thing Markus told me not to … touch myself and get off.
I straighten and run back to the house, and once inside I head straight upstairs and to the bathroom.
“Lily honey, you getting cleaned up for dinner?”
“Yeah. Be down in a bit. Just going to shower,” I holler down and go into my room to get a change of clothes, then go into the bathroom. I strip out of my sweat-covered T-shirt and shorts, remove my bra and panties, and then just stare at my reflection. My hair is plastered to my temples, my ponytail haphazardly slung to the side from running.
After pulling the tie from my hair and tossing it on the counter, I run my fingers through the tangled locks. I image Coach Big pulling at the strands as he thrusts that huge dick in my mouth. My breasts are sensitive from having his erection pressed between them. I can still feel his cum on my skin, and as dirty as it sounds, I want his seed covering my body, using it like lotion.
I don’t even wait for the water to heat. The cold will help get this arousal under control, or at least I hope.
And the truth is, I don’t want sweet and gentle for my first time. I want filthy and pressed up against the locker room wall. That’s our element, where we met, where I fantasize about him the most.
I step into the shower and gasp at frigid temperature, but after a moment I get accustomed to it, start to feel myself calm under the spray, my arousal being replaced by those icy droplets hitting my skin.
I close my eyes and let the water hit my face, tilt my head back and allow the spray to fill my mouth. It feels good after the long run, my sweaty body overheated, the desire still intense.
But even still, through it all, I can’t stop thinking about the locker room.
I don’t know how long I stand in here, but soon goosebumps pop out along my body, and my teeth start chattering.
I shut the water off and grab a towel, drying off quickly and walking over to the sink. No fog covers the mirror, and the girl who looks back at me still has a blush over her cheeks and dilated pupils. Looks like that icy shower did nothing to tame my lust.
This is insane. I am insane.
What will people think when they find out what I’ve done with Coach Big? How will people react when they realize I’m with him? Do I even care?
All the worries of the world weigh down on my shoulders, but no matter what, I know I’m not going to stop this. I know I’m not going to stop being with Markus.
I may be a virgin and inexperienced in every single way that matters, but I don’t care. I want him to be my first everything. H
ow would he feel if he knew his kiss was my first, the touches he gave me something I’ve never experienced before with anyone else?
Everything happened so quickly, emotions and feelings, and actions of the situation, that all I’ve been able to focus on is how safe I feel in his arms, how right it all is.
How right it all feels.
It’s only been one day, one exchange, but I’ve never felt anything more perfect than being with him.
And all I can think about is the moment when he finally takes me, claims my virginity for himself, and ruins me for all other men.
I know tomorrow when I see Coach Big, he’s finally going to show me what it’s like to be claimed by a man. A real man, because that’s what Coach Big is.
Chapter Nine
Coach Big
I run my hands down the arms of my chair again. My fucking palms are sweaty. I don’t know what kind of spell Lily cast over me, but I feel like a damn kid about to lay claim to his first pussy.
Instinctively I know that it’s because it’s Lily. No one has been important until her. No one has mattered and nothing has ever been fucking monumental.
She’s everything.
For so long with her, I’ve kept my distance personally. I’ve locked all these desires, these feelings in a tight box and tried to smother them, refusing to let them see the light of day. Now that I’ve touched her, held her in my arms while she came, there’s no way I can let her go. There’s no way to rewind the clock.
Lily was always supposed to be mine, from the first moment I saw her, from the moment I knew she was legal.
That’s the only fact I know, the only thing that my mind can grasp hold of right now.
My entire fucking body tenses the minute my office door opens.
Lily. It feels like I haven’t seen her in—
“Hey, Coach Big, I was wondering if you have a minute to talk?”