Possessive Coach

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by B. B. Hamel


  He grabs my hair and bites my lip. “And I love burying my thick cock between your legs. Fuck, Chloe, you know how dripping wet you got for me? You’re soaking through every inch of my cock.”

  I moan and start to ride him again. I move faster, hands on his chest. I reach down then take off his shirt and feel his muscles under my palm. He pulls me against him and licks my nipples, kisses my neck, spanks my ass.

  I feel sweat roll down my skin and it’s pure pleasure. I ride him faster, moaning, working my hips, feeling every inch of his massive, thick cock filling me to the brim. I groan and can’t help myself as his hands grasp my ass and pull me wide open. He thrusts inside of me, a growl on his lips, sweat on his chest. I lick it off, kiss his nipple, feeling him reach up to grab my hair. He pulls it back and I lean my hands onto his knees.

  I roll my hips faster, faster, sliding my soaking pussy along his shaft. I stare into his eyes and I want him, god, I want him so badly. He palms my breasts hard then puts a hand on my throat, leaving it there, firm but not squeezing, and I manage to choke out a groan.

  I lean forward, grinding down hard against him. I moan and bite his lips hard as he slaps my ass. “Again,” I gasp.

  He spanks me harder. “Again,” I growl through gritted teeth as I push down harder, faster, slapping my body against his as his palm spanks against my bare ass cheeks. I’m going to be red, maybe bruised, and god, I love it.

  I can feel the orgasm hovering between my legs, building and building. I don’t stop, sweat on my skin, his taste in my mouth. He stares into my eyes and pulls my hair hard as I keep going, moving faster and faster, my breasts shaking as I ride his thick cock. He licks my nipple, bites it, fucks me, and I gasp his name. “David,” I moan. “Oh my god, David.”

  I start to come. He growls his pleasure and joy and fucks me through it. I come hard, my back curled toward him, my face buried in his shoulder. I come on every inch of his massive, hard cock, and moan his name, quivering with intense pleasure as the last vestiges of orgasm rock through my skin.

  He pulls me back and kisses me, still inside of me. “Now,” he whispers in my ear. “Clean me off.”

  I bite my lip and get up. I stare at him as I drop to my knees and take his massive shaft in my hand. I stroke him top to bottom then slide him into my mouth. I suck him hard and fast, sloppy spit rolling down his skin, and I gather it into my palms. I suck him faster, my breasts shaking, and he growls his pleasure as he grabs my hair and pushes me down. I taste his hot cum on my tongue and swirl it around my mouth before I swallow every single drop of him. I lick him off, lovingly stroking his shaft with my hands, before he pulls me up into his lap.

  I curl up there and kiss him. He kisses me back, hands on my body, caressing my ass, moving along my back. I smile and let him wrap his arms around me, and I feel safe, so safe in his arms. I didn’t think I’d ever feel safe again after what happened, but with him here, in his apartment, I feel like nothing bad can happen, nothing can touch me.

  I look up into his eyes. He smirks and kisses me. “I’m glad you called,” he whispers.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. You never would’ve gotten toilet paper on the top of that tree without my help.”

  I laugh a little. “Oh, right.”

  “And riding my cock was nice, too.”

  “Right. Of course.” I bite my lip. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure,” he says, tracing his fingertip down my back.

  “Would you be trying to help me so much if we weren’t… you know.”

  “Fucking?” He smiles. “Yeah, I would. Maybe not as hard. Probably wouldn’t come TP that fucker’s house with you. But yeah, I’d be trying to help.”

  I nod a little and rest my head against his chest. I can hear the dull thump of his heart and I snuggle up tighter. “That’s what I thought.”

  I let him hold me for a while and sink into that safe and happy feeling.

  15

  David

  Chloe gets up early, showers, and gets dressed. I watch her pull her clothes off and feel my cock stir. I think about pulling her back into bed and letting her straddle my face while I lick that slick, perfect-tasting pussy. Maybe she can turn around and gag on my cock while I make her come.

  Instead, she kisses me on the lips. “I really do have an early class today,” she says. “See you later?”

  “Sure.” I tilt my head. “See you.”

  She smiles and hurries out, and I collapse back onto my bed with a sigh. I close my eyes and think back over the night, over that trip to Erik’s house, the toilet paper, the guy yelling from the window. I probably should’ve recognized whoever yelled, but I was so caught up in the moment that I didn’t notice.

  Then later, Chloe riding my thick cock. Fuck, that girl can move. I feel myself getting hard again as I remember her getting down between my knees and sucking me off, swallowing every delicious little drop.

  I get up not long later and take a long, hot shower. I get out, make some breakfast, and try to watch game tape, but I’m too distracted. I keep thinking about how stupid it was to go over Erik’s last night, how dumb it was to risk everything for some juvenile prank. He didn’t learn anything from that and we didn’t get anything but a sense of some bullshit accomplishment.

  Nothing’s changed, except he has to clean out his trees. And hell, I bet he can get someone to do it for him.

  I pull out my phone and text Chloe.

  Me: How’s class?

  Chloe: Done already. What are you up to?

  Me: Not much. Let’s meet up. Remember that fountain?

  Chloe: Sure. I can meet you there in a half hour.

  Me: See you soon.

  I get my ass off the couch, pull on some jeans and a t-shirt, then rummage through my cabinets and gather up a few things. I throw them in a bag, grab a blanket, and head out to my truck. I hop in, drive to campus, and park in my usual spot. I beat Chloe to the hidden fountain, and fortunately we have the spot all to ourselves.

  I take the blanket from my bag, spread it out , and by the time I have everything set up, Chloe comes sliding through the bushes. She stops and stares down at me, and I grin back at her, gesturing at the little picnic I have set up.

  “This is nice,” she says with a laugh. “What’s the occasion?”

  “Just thought it would be fun.” I gesture at the spread. “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Some string cheese that’s been in my refrigerator for a couple of weeks. And a nice sparkling apple cider to wash it all down.”

  “Wow,” she says, grinning. “It’s like a feast for toddlers.”

  “I know. Best I could do on short notice.”

  “It’s great.” She walks over and sits. “I hope you’re not offended if I skip the junk food.”

  “Fair enough.” I toss the cheese and sandwiches back in the bag. “That’s probably for the best.”

  She laughs and leans back on her elbows. She’s dressed in a long skirt and a low-cut gray top. I take in her body and despite the fact that I just had her the night before, I feel myself stir all over again. I can picture her body sweating as she rides me, taking my shaft deep between her legs. I have to shake my head to get rid of the image.

  “I’ve been thinking,” Chloe says.

  “That’s good.”

  She gives me a look. “How do you see all this ending?”

  I shake my head. “I honestly don’t know.”

  “That’s the thing. I don’t see how it’s ever going to stop. I mean, he won’t get in trouble with the administration, right?”

  “No,” I admit. “That’s not going to happen.”

  “So we need to make him stop.”

  I nod slowly. “I’ve been thinking along those lines. We have to force him to back down.”

  She sighs and closes her eyes. “Maybe that prank was a bad idea.”

  “Probably. It won’t scare him, and it’ll definitely make him mad.”

  “Damn. Maybe we should’ve brok
en into his house with knives and threatened him.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “That seems a little extreme.”

  “Well, I don’t know what else to do.”

  “I’ll figure it out, I promise. For now, it’s nice out, we’re alone, so let’s just try to enjoy it.”

  She gives me a look and laughs before moving across the blanket to lean against me. I run my fingers through her hair and kiss her cheek.

  “Okay, fine, since you don’t want to talk about Erik. Let’s talk about your family.” She grins up at me. “Tell me about your dad.”

  I sigh. “He’s a sort of an old-school guy.”

  “What was that like, growing up?” she asks.

  I shrug. “My mother died when we were young. My sister needed more attention than I did. She was a few years younger and she just… I don’t know. She sort of bonded hard with my dad and I was left to take care of myself. I think that’s why I start to rebel as I got older.”

  “Rebel.” She laughs. “And yet you’re this fancy football coach. How’d that even happen?”

  “It’s not an interesting story.”

  “Tell it anyway.”

  “Basically, I got a job coaching high school, did really well with that, and got scouted for the next level.”

  “Okay, yeah, not a good story.”

  I laugh a little. “An old friend of mine got me the job. We went to school together. I used to buy weed from his older brother.”

  “Right, sure. Got it. Totally normal.” She stretches. “And here I am, totally boring.”

  “Boring and normal can be a good thing, you know.”

  “No, I really don’t think so.”

  “Well, what do you want out of all this?” I ask her.

  “What do you mean?”

  “College, life, whatever. What do you want to do when you leave here?”

  “I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately,” she says. “The job market sucks. I don’t want to move back home with my parents. I want to do… something. I just don’t know what yet. And I’m not exactly majoring in something that’s really useful, you know?”

  “Doesn’t matter what you major in,” I say. “I was an accounting major until I dropped out of college.”

  She sits up. “You’re a college dropout?”

  I grin and tilt my head. “I didn’t mention that?”

  “No!”

  “Oh, well. I dropped out of school and was bumming around Europe for like four months. That’s when my friend messaged me and offered me that coaching job. It didn’t pay much but I just… flew home. I guess it felt like the right move, and I’m glad I did it. Started nice and young.”

  “Huh,” she says. “That sort of explains a bit.”

  “Yeah.” I smile and tilt my head, staring at the fountain. “I’m glad I ended up here. I mean, I didn’t know what the hell I wanted to do either, you know? But life has a way of throwing choices at you, and it’s up to you to try and make the best of them. I made my choices, ended up here, and I’m happy about it. That’s just how it goes.”

  “You make it sound easy. All I have to do is wander around Europe for a while until someone offers me my dream job.”

  “It wasn’t my dream job,” I say, nudging her. “But sure, more or less, that sounds right to me.”

  She sighs and lays her head down in my lap. I run my fingers through her hair as her eyes flutter open and shut. I can tell she’s tired form staying up late last night, but I have absolutely no regrets. She was delicious, delightful, and incredible, and I’d let her ride me again and again if given the opportunity.

  I suspect, as my eyes roam down her body, that I’ll have that chance very soon.

  “At least you found something,” she says.

  “Well, what would you do, if given the chance?”

  “Teach.”

  I snort. “You can teach.”

  “I know. But I mean, college.”

  “You can teach college. You’ll have to get a doctorate probably, but you can become a professor.”

  She eyes me. “Think you can put in a good word for me here?”

  “Doubtful. Pretty sure I’m going to get fired sooner or later.”

  She laughs and sighs. “Don’t joke about that. I already feel bad.”

  “Don’t.” I stroke her hair and kiss her.

  “Should we be doing this?” she asks suddenly and sits up. “You work here. I just sort of realized that. And I’m a student, and I technically work for the team, and…”

  “And I’m over ten years older than you?”

  “Something like that.” She bites her lip. “It’s dangerous for you.”

  “It is,” I agree. “And if Erik caught us, we’d be done. I mean, he’d make sure we both fried for this.”

  She stares at me with surprise in her eyes. “Why would you set this up then? I mean, I know we’re a little hidden, but…” She trails off as I reach out and pull her against me. I kiss her slow and deep, tasting her lips, letting my heart beat fast in my chest.

  I want to tell her about all the girls I’ve left over the years. I want to tell her about that time in Europe, how I went from city to city, smoking dope and hanging around. I was a waste of space, just another asshole looking to fuck girls and get drunk. It’s not a time in my life that I think about much anymore, and I work hard to try to be a better man these days. I put all that behind me, but at one point in my life, I was just another piece of shit, sort of like Erik.

  Maybe that’s why I despise the guy so much.

  But Chloe makes me want to be better. She makes me want to lift myself up, even beyond what I’ve done for myself. Over the years I’ve gotten better, but I’m still a selfish prick. When my sister was going through all that shit with her husband, and my father was suffering through the merger, I was still out here on the West Coast, looking out for myself. I should’ve called them more, or even just went out to help

  Instead, I didn’t.

  I regret a lot of the things I’ve done in my life. But I don’t regret kissing Chloe, fucking her, tasting her, helping her. I don’t regret that one bit. I’m not sure she can really understand it, but hopefully one day.

  “You’re worth the risk,” I say softly, and I hope that conveys everything I’m thinking.

  “I don’t know if I am.” She bites her lip.

  “I want you to know something.” I reach out and pull her against me, fist tight in her hair. “You’re all mine, little Chloe. I know things are hard right now, but I’m not going to leave you.”

  “I believe you,” she whispers. I kiss her again and when it’s over, she gets to her feet. “But I’m also not going to let you risk your job just because you want to give me a picnic.”

  I laugh and lean back on my elbows. “I was hoping I’d get laid again, truth be told.”

  She rolls her eyes. “That was a one-time thing.”

  “Pretty sure it’s been more than once.”

  “I mean, right here.” She blushes. “You know what I mean.”

  I chuckle and sit up. “I get it. But you don’t have to go.”

  “No, I should. I really… I love that you did this. Thank you.”

  “Sure.” I push myself up to my feet. “We can be normal, you know. We don’t have to hide this.”

  “We do and we both know it. If anyone gets word of it…” She shakes her head. “Anyway, I should go. I’ll see you later?”

  “Yes, you will.”

  I watch as she turns away and disappears back through the bushes. I sit down on the edge of the fountain and stare at the water for a longer moment, my mind whirling through possibilities. I want to get out of this situation, but I need to make sure I end up with her when it’s through.

  That’s the most important thing, whether she realizes it or not.

  I gather up my blanket, throw it in my bag, and carry all the stuff back to my office to get ready for practice.

  16

  Chloe

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�Well, I think you pretty much get it.” I lean back in the plastic chair and stretch a little. My legs hurt from sitting for the last two hours and I can’t wait to get out of here. I still get weird looks every time I come around the tutoring room, and it seems like everyone knows about that embarrassing little banner, even though nobody’s talking about who put it there.

  “Yeah? You think so?” Emily beams at me. She’s a pretty brunette freshman on the softball team. She’s short and round and plays catcher, but she’s a sweet girl, even if she’s about as bright as a box of rocks.

  “Sure, just practice a little more at home, and you’ll be fine.”

  She beams and pushes her math notebook away. “Thanks, Chloe. You’re really nice, you know that?”

  “Just doing my job,” I say with a smile.

  “I don’t know why someone would put up that awful banner,” Emily says absently as she’s shoving her things into a tattered black JanSport backpack. She doesn’t even seem to be paying much attention to what she’s saying as my heart starts to skip beats. “I mean, you’re super nice. Doesn’t seem like the kind of prank someone should play on you, you know?” She looks up and stops suddenly. “Oh, god. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up. It’s just…”

  “It’s fine,” I say, blinking and looking away. “I guess everyone knows about that now.”

  “Yeah,” she says, her voice low. “It’s really lame. The girls were all talking about it yesterday at practice, and we all agree whoever did that is a total asshole.”

  I feel my smile come back, just a little bit. “Really?”

  “Oh, for sure. Like, everyone’s on your side. Seriously, Chloe, anyone that brings it up, I always tell them how nice you are and how you don’t deserve that.” She leans closer. “Do you know who did it?”

  I shake my head, heart hammering. I want to tell her so bad that Erik’s the bastard who put it up, but I keep my mouth shut. It’s obvious that anything I say or do about this will get around to the entire school, and right now, I’d rather not make things any worse than they already are.

 

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