Coach Me

by Shanora Williams

  And before I can even prepare myself, she lowers her head and seals her mouth around the swollen head.

  “Oh, shit,” I groan as she pulls her mouth away.

  “I read something somewhere that said I should tease first.”

  “You read something?” I can barely even get the words out.

  She doesn’t answer. Instead, she drops her head and her tongue caresses the head of my cock, and then slowly slides down my shaft. She slides her tongue back up to the tip again, her head turned sideways, and she lightly sucks on it.

  “Shit, Amber.” Who taught her this shit? How is she so damn good?

  She keeps going, lapping her tongue around my dick and teasing the fuck out of me. She moans as she does it, like she’s really into this, and maybe she is. Her eyes are closed and she’s licking away like she has nothing else better to do right now.

  I wrap a hand around her head. “I don’t have the patience right now,” I groan. “No teasing. Open your mouth.”

  She spreads her lips apart, and as soon as she does, I bring her mouth back down and shove my thick, throbbing cock into her mouth. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat and she gags and then moans. I throw my head back when her throat constricts around the tip. Her mouth feels so damn good.

  She is good, but I have to remember she’s new to this. I can’t have her choking on me. I need her to enjoy this just as much as I am because I won’t lie, I want to come in her mouth and I want her to swallow every ounce and love it.

  I cradle her head in my hands, lifting her head up and down, and she continues sucking, the feeling is incredible. Her spit runs down to my balls, she gags here and there, but she reigns it in, sucking my cock as I lift her head up and down. Up and down.

  “Look at me,” I command.

  “You gonna let me come in your mouth?” I ask, and my voice doesn’t sound like mine. It’s raspier, deeper. What is she doing to me?

  “Mm-hmm.” Her amber eyes shoot up to mine and fuck, this look is even better than I imagined. All the times I’ve jacked off to those eyes, imagining them below me as I fucked her mouth, and now it’s happening. Just as I suspected, her eyes are still bright and clear, the exact way I’d imagined.

  It’s fucking happening, and knowing it causes a deep groan to rip its way out of me. “I’m coming,” I groan. “Fuck, I’m coming, Amber.”

  She moans around me and I keep a hold on her head, but she’s doing all the work, sucking my cock, lapping her tongue around it as her head comes up and goes back down again to take me deeper.

  I look down again. Her eyes latch with mine.

  “Shit, babe.” I can’t control myself anymore. I come hard, my whole body tensing and then shuddering. I feel the cum pumping out of me and spilling down her throat, and I unleash a feral groan—one I’ve never heard myself make before, as I empty into her mouth. “Fuuckkk.”

  I release her head and she laps her tongue around the head of my cock, making sure to get every drop.

  Pulling away, she sits up and wipes the wetness around her mouth away with the back of her arm.

  I can’t even think straight. Can’t even look at her. Who knew she could be so good? This is just going to make it harder for me to let the thoughts of her go. First a kiss and now a blowjob? Unbelievable.

  The bed dips and I look over as she stands. She finds her shirt on the bed and picks it up. “I should go.”

  Should I let her go? Or should I make her stay and have her do that again? What’s the right thing to do?

  She starts to put her shirt on, but I sit up and reach for it, yanking it out of her hands. Climbing off the bed, I stand beside her, then turn her to face me. Her eyes widen as she focuses on my eyes. My cock is sated…but I know I’ll be hard all over again if I kiss her—If I make her mine tonight.

  But she’s a student. This is fucked up.

  Fuck it. She’s already here. We aren’t on campus, and it’s winter break.

  I ignore the thoughts that echo in my head, screaming how terrible of an idea this is, and reach around her to unlatch her bra.

  She lets out a shallow breath, lowering her gaze, and assisting me by sliding her arms through the straps of the bra.

  I look down at her brown nipples, her perky tits. She’s glorious, really. I drop to my knees, landing on them one by one, and unbutton her jeans.

  “Torres,” she pants.

  “Hmm?”

  “I really should go.”

  “No,” I mutter as I tug her jeans down. “You shouldn’t.” She’s wearing green panties. They’re girly. Innocent. I should feel bad for this, but I can’t bring myself to feel bad at all. This shit feels right, like it’s meant to happen.

  She steps out of the jeans and I grip her hips, angling her backside to the bed. I force her to sit and she gasps as she drops down.

  “Lie back,” I command.

  “Torres—”

  “I’m your coach, Amber. Listen to my instructions. Lie back.”

  I look up and she clamps her mouth shut. She does as she’s told and lays on her back.

  I slide my palms up her smooth brown thighs.

  “This is so crazy,” she breathes.

  “What’s crazy about it?” I lean up, spreading her thighs apart. I can smell her natural, feminine scent. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Fresh and unique to her. She’s wet too, I see that from the dark print at the slit of her panties.

  “All of this,” she pants.

  “What you just did to me, or what I’m about to do to you?”

  She picks her head up to look down at me. “What are you about to do to me?”

  I smirk and then lean in, running my tongue over the thin fabric of her panties. I want to taste the pleasure she built up for me as she sucked my cock. Getting me off clearly pleased her.

  She gasps loudly and I do it again, licking repeatedly at the perfect indent in her panties. I run my tongue up and down, soaking the green cotton fabric, and she squirms and gasps and sighs with a need for more.

  She wanted to tease me? Well it’s my turn now.

  THIRTY

  I have to confess something as Torres pulls my panties down. “I’ve never had this done before,” I tell him.

  “Good. I’m glad to be the first.” He doesn’t stop his actions as he drags the soaked panties down to my ankles. When I’m completely exposed, he meets my eyes and pauses. “Wait. Do you want me to do this? I can stop, preciosa.”

  “No, no. Don’t stop.” Gah, what am I saying? I’m nervous as hell. My coach is literally on the verge of eating me out and the thought of that is driving me crazy. I don’t know how my body will react to this—to his tongue on a very private part of my body. A part of my body that only one other guy has ever seen or touched. “And preciosa?” I ask, taking note of the name.

  “Means precious. You can be precious when you want to be, Lakes.”

  “I see.”

  He kisses my inner thigh and I swear I’m about to lose all sense of control. I have to say, Torres is nothing like my ex. Torres knows what he’s doing and his mouth—his tongue—is indescribable already. He licked me through my panties and all I could do was writhe and ache for him to do more. He was teasing me, killing me slowly. I can’t imagine what it will be like with the real deal.

  He spreads my legs apart again and his mouth hovers above my sex. “I’m glad you don’t want me to stop. I don’t think I can stop myself right now even if I tried. I want to taste your pussy, Lakes.” He kisses the lips of my pussy and I shudder. “I want to bury my tongue so deep inside you right now that you feel me here for weeks.”

  Oh, God.

  And that does it for him. His head lowers and he slides his tongue through the lips of my pussy. I gasp even louder, my hips bucking, and he places a hand on my pelvis to keep me steady, but he doesn’t stop. He licks me again, running his silky tongue up and down, and then going back up and circling it around my aching, greedy clit.

  “Holy shit, Torre
s! Holy shit!”

  He groans between my legs, and it’s such an animalistic sound. His groan vibrates through me, shooting up to my chest. I arch my hips and he glues his mouth to my pussy.

  “You taste so good,” he groans between sucks and licks, and I breathe raggedly, my body going wild. My body feels like it’s been kicked into overdrive—taken over my someone else. I don’t know who this girl is right now. She’s crying out the name Torres and gasping and moaning.

  A sensation takes over me that I have never felt in my life. My core turns to lava and my hips tilt higher. Torres sucks on my clit, not too hard, but not too soft either, and just as I so happen to look down, he winks at me, but his mouth doesn’t stop working its magic.

  And that fucking wink? It does something to me. That sensation I felt? It’s building up into dangerous territories and I can no longer control myself. My body goes wild and I cry out his name. Not the name Torres, but his real name.

  “Oh my God, Joaquin!”

  What is he doing to me? How is he making me lose so much control?

  His tongue slows down as it runs over my clit and I gasp, realizing exactly what this is.

  It’s my first real orgasm, and holy shit, I have never felt something so amazing—a pleasure so intense and raw and powerful. I cry out his name again and again, falling over the edge and easing into a smooth wave of gratification.

  Torres eventually pulls away, and the absence of him makes me ache all over again, but honestly and truly, I don’t think I could take any more of what he has to give of his mouth. I’m too sensitive down there.

  He climbs on the bed, his face above mine. My smell is on his lips. I gasp.

  His cock is hard again, pressing on my thigh. He looks down to grip it, propped up on one elbow and works the head of his cock between the slit of my pussy.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet right now. I want to fuck you so bad,” he rasps, and he doesn’t stop. He skims the thick tip up and down, and I sigh when he touches my clit with it. I’m still sensitive, but this feels good.

  He closes his eyes and drops his head, still fisting his cock, still running it through the wet slit of my pussy.

  “Just do it,” I breathe. “I’m not a virgin. I can take it.”

  He breathes harder through his nostrils, head shaking, but his hand doesn’t stop. His breathing becomes ragged and uneven and then he lets out a heavy groan, and in a matter of seconds, I feel something hot spill between the lips of my pussy.

  “Shit,” he groans, dropping his forehead to mine as he releases his sated cock. “Can’t seem to keep my shit together around you,” he murmurs, his mouth near my lips.

  He sighs and pushes off me to stand. His cock is semi-hard. I bet he could go another round. “Shit, Lakes,” he says, gazing down at his cock. “You really need to go. If you stay any longer I’ll…I don’t know.”

  “Why?” I sit up on the bed.

  “Because I can’t fuck you tonight.” The assertiveness in his tone catches me off guard.

  “Do you want to fuck me?”

  He frowns, then gestures to his cock. “Yes, I want to fuck you. I—I mean, what I’m feeling right now is too much, Lakes. I’m losing myself. I never lose myself like this. I just—I can’t go this far with you. I can’t fuck you.”

  “Ever?”

  He shakes his head, then lowers it. “I don’t know, but I know what we just did will have to be enough. We have to stop.”

  I sigh and climb off the bed. He’s right. We do have to stop…but how the hell are we going to stop when it feels this great? Both of us pleasing each other with our mouths, sitting around heated with lust. I can’t even begin to imagine what we’d do if he does end up fucking me.

  There’s a knock at the door as I start to speak and my eyes stretch as I look at the door and then at him.

  “Yo, Quin! You in there, man? Got a lady with you?” a man calls behind the door. He laughs at his own comment and I can’t help noticing his voice is familiar.

  “Who is that?” I whisper, hurrying to collect my clothes.

  “It’s Mills.” There’s panic in Torres’ eyes.

  “Coach Mills?” I gasp. “Oh my God.”

  “He can’t see you here,” he murmurs quickly, going for his jeans too. “Get your stuff and go to the bathroom to clean up. Let me talk to him.”

  I nod, scrambling for my shoes, and then hurrying to the bathroom. I flip the light switch on and then close and lock the door behind me.

  After cleaning myself up, I dress quickly and press my ear to the door.

  “You ran off on me, man. You okay?” I hear Mills asks.

  “I’m good, man. Just got a little tired. I’m actually about to call it a night.”

  “Yeah, same, man. The girl I was chatting with is waiting for me in my room.” Mills chuckles. “Just wanted to check in with you, make sure you were good.”

  “I’m great, Ben. I had fun tonight. I really needed it.”

  “You did?” There’s relief and excitement in Mills’ voice. I almost smile because at least now I know Torres isn’t just a dick to me and the team. He’s a dick to everyone, and him giving a kind remark is really hard for people to digest. “That means a lot to me, Quin. Seriously. I enjoy hanging out with you. I’m glad you called me and I got you to come here.”

  “Yeah. I appreciate it. Well, don’t keep your lady waiting, man. We’ll catch up in the morning.”

  “Damn right. Goodnight, man.”

  The bedroom door clicks shut and I pull my ear from the bathroom door, unlocking it and walking out. “Everything okay?”

  Torres steps around the corner, his eyes finding mine. “This can’t get out, Amber.”

  I don’t need to ask what he’s talking about. Instead, I lower my gaze. “I know it can’t.”

  “No, I mean you really can’t tell anyone about what happened tonight or even what happened on that boat ride.” I look up and his face is solid, eyes serious.

  “I won’t, Torres. I would never jeopardize your career like that.”

  His shoulders visibly relax, as if he wholeheartedly believes I never will. “This isn’t just about my career, Lakes. It’s your future too. You have it hard enough at Bennett. I don’t want things getting harder for you because of something like this.”

  “I’ll be fine.” I step sideways, glancing at the room door. To me it sounds like he’s trying to end this right now, but I don’t want it to end like this. I want so much more from him. Tonight didn’t even come close to enough. “Think the coast is clear?” I ask, steering the subject.

  “Yeah. Should be.” He sighs. “Mills isn’t going to keep a club girl waiting. He’s already down on the third floor with her, I’m sure.”

  I huff a laugh as he smiles and escorts me to the door. “Who knew Mills was such a smooth guy?”

  “Oh, Mills is definitely one to look out for,” Torres laughs. “He’s got a new girl every month.”

  I laugh.

  Linger.

  “Okay, well…goodnight, Torres.”

  He winks at me. “Goodnight, Lakes.”

  My hand is on the door handle, but I still linger.

  Just one more kiss, one more touch. It’s all I want, but I know it’ll lead us back to the bed—back to what we’re trying so desperately hard to avoid right now. More is wrong. More will lead us down a black hole we will never be able to escape from.

  I twist the handle and swing the door open, stepping right out. I leave the room and go to the elevator, press the down arrow and wait. Torres is watching me from his room door and there’s a look in his eyes—a sign of longing.

  Just one more kiss.

  One more touch.

  He wants the same. I know it.

  I tap my foot. Inhale. Exhale.

  Fuck it.

  I turn and jog his way again, lacing my arms around his neck and crashing into him. My lips press on his and he groans, catching me in his arms. I hear the elevator chime, signaling that it’s arr
ived, but I deepen the kiss because kissing Coach Torres truly shouldn’t feel this amazing.

  When the kiss breaks, he reveals a lazy smile, clearly not expecting that, but obviously liking it.

  I step away, fighting my own smile. “Goodnight, Torres. For real this time.” I walk backwards to get to the elevator.

  “Night, Lakes. For real this time,” he murmurs back as I near the elevator. The doors have closed but I press the button and they shoot wide open again.

  I walk into the car, and as the doors draw shut, I bite back a smile, but not even that can contain the excitement I’m feeling right now.

  THIRTY-ONE

  The rest of my winter break felt complete after the night with Torres in his hotel room. I wore unexplainable smiles around my house, which Mama constantly questioned me about.

  “What are you smiling about, Amby?” she’d asked me while I was seated at the table, working on a puzzle.

  “Nothing, Mama.” I’d forced the smile to disappear, but as soon as she walked away, I felt it steal my lips again.

  Now, winter break is over, and I’m walking into my apartment on campus. I caught lunch with Mama and then she dropped me off with my things, but not without giving me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  As soon as I walk in, I spot Kendall standing in the kitchen wearing black Beats headphones. She has on a purple sweater and jeans, which I find interesting because she never wears jeans, along with tan Sperry’s.

  I place my bag down on top of the things Mama and I carried in and then go to the kitchen, tapping her on the shoulder as she sings loudly.

  She gasps and spins around, snatching the headphones off. “Shit, Amber! You scared me!” She immediately reels me in for a hug.

  I laugh over her shoulder. “I didn’t even see you come in. Have you been here all day?”

  “No, I just got here. My mom dropped me off but she made me stop by her friend’s job close by for a job application.” Kendall rolls her eyes.