Chapter 7
The past week had been torture. Not only was Coach Sampson still in drill sergeant mode, but it took an act of God to keep my dick from getting hard in her presence. She was beautiful and intelligent and loved lacrosse as much as I did, possibly more.
I had to admit, I hated her workouts and wanted to question her often, but the way she commanded respect from me and my teammates was sexy as hell. I found myself thinking about her more often than not, and I yearned to know more about her.
Ever since I saw her at Lovers and Friends, she’d been avoiding me like the plague.
She only spoke to me when it was absolutely necessary, and she refused to make eye contact.
Her actions led me to believe she felt the electricity between us that night at the club and was doing her best to pretend it was nothing.
I was moving in slow motion because every inch of my body ached. Practice had ended, and it appeared everyone was gone. I left the locker room and slowly walked through the hallway toward the exit nearest the parking lot.
As I passed the last hallway where our coaches’ offices were, I saw a light underneath the doors. My first thought went to Aranda, and I wondered if it was her who was still in the office. I didn’t wonder too long before I decided to see for myself.
I turned down the hallway and into the main part of the office.
The administrative assistant’s desk wasn’t occupied and looked like she’d been gone for a while.
I strolled past until I reached Aranda’s office.
The door was cracked, and I peeked inside to see her sitting at her desk, looking at her laptop screen.
“No, I’m going home. I went out with y’all last week and almost did something stupid,” she said, and I realized she was on the phone.
“But you didn’t, and what are the odds of running into him again?” a male voice said.
“I’m not taking any chances. For the next few months, my schedule will be work, coach, and home. The only time it will deviate is when we have a game.”
“That doesn’t sound like very much fun, but I guess I understand. How was practice today?”
“It was good. I’m pretty sure the whole team hates me, but it’s cool. Next week, we’ll start working on lacrosse-specific drills and skills, so I might win some of them over.”
“I know one who doesn’t hate you.”
“I kinda wish he did because I wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally slipping onto his dick.”
My eyes widened because that wasn’t what I expected her to say.
“I guarantee, if you end up on that nigga’s dick, it won’t be an accident.”
“It sure as hell won’t be. Since all we’ve been doing is conditioning, I’ve seen that man in next to nothing. Damn, is he a sight to behold. There were a few times I thought his dick would slip from the bottom of his spandex.”
“Damn. He’s packing like that?”
“Yes, and I have no business looking at him in that way. This is probably why there aren’t a lot of women coaching men’s sports.”
“I truly think if you let somebody blow your back out, it wouldn’t be so hard to resist him. Have a one-night stand in Niko’s honor and let a stranger knock the dust off that pussy.”
“I might have to if this doesn’t get any easier. It’s getting late, though. I need to get going.”
“Okay. Hit me up if you change your mind about going out.”
“I won’t. Talk to you tomorrow.”
She ended the call and picked up her phone. After pressing a few buttons on her screen, she placed the phone face down and returned her attention to her laptop. I waited about thirty seconds before making my presence known, studying her profile and admiring her beautiful brown skin.
“What are you still doing here?” I asked.
She jumped at the sound of my voice.
“Shit! You scared me. Practice ended over an hour ago. What are you still doing here?”
“Moving slow today, I guess. How about you?”
“I’m still looking at film from last season, but I’m about to head out. Do you need something?”
I reached behind me, pulled the door closed, and locked it. Her office had two windows, one facing outside and the other facing the inside of the main part of the office. Fortunately, the blinds were closed on both of them.
“I do, actually.”
“What is it?”
I slowly approached her desk, walking around to the other side and leaning against the wall behind her. “Stand up and turn around.”
“Niko, I don’t—” she began without turning around.
“Stand up and turn around, Aranda.”
“Nobody calls me Aranda, and it’s Coach S?—”
“ Now! ”
She stood and turned around to face me. The chair was still between us, so I rolled it to the side. She was only an arm’s length away, so I grabbed the middle of her shirt and pulled her against my body.
Aranda was tall with an athletic build, and I had a weakness for tall, athletic women.
I was six feet, and her forehead was even with my lips, so she had to be at least five-nine.
When her body slammed against mine, she leaned her head back.
My eyes landed on her plump lips, and before she could object, I pressed mine against them.
Her resistance was subtle and brief. After a few seconds, her body melted into mine, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands slid from her lower back to her ass, and it was juicy and firm. The feel of it had my dick on rock instantly.
I squeezed her mounds and enjoyed how good our bodies felt against each other’s. I became lost in the moment, and the thought of turning back wasn’t on my radar. As far as I was concerned, this would only end if Aranda stopped it or after we both climaxed. Of course, I hoped it was the latter.
I walked her back a few steps until her legs hit the back of the desk. Without hesitating, she sat on the desk and lifted her legs around my waist. Our mouths never disconnected. Instead, our kiss became more intense.
Our centers met, and through her athletic shorts, I could feel the heat from her pussy penetrating through my sweatpants. I reached between us and slid my hand into the leg of her shorts, groaning when my hand brushed against the soaked crotch of her panties.
I moved the crotch to the side and slipped my index and middle finger inside her dripping hole. The way her pussy gripped my fingers gave me pause. After overhearing her conversation, I assumed it had been a while, but based on how tight she was, it had probably been a lot longer than I thought.
“Mm.” She moaned into my mouth because our tongues continued to do an intense tango.
As my fingers dipped in and out of her hole, she pulled her mouth away from mine.
“I need more,” she said, breathlessly.
I raised my brow, questioning what she meant. However, instead of repeating herself, she reached between us, slipped her hand into my sweats and underwear, and pulled my dick out.
The responsible person in me thought about protection for a brief, and I mean very brief second. However, when the head of my dick met her abundantly saturated center, there wasn’t a responsible bone in my body.
“Fuck!” I growled.
“Whew, shit!” she exclaimed.
I would like to say I fucked the shit out of my coach on the desk in her office, but that wouldn’t be entirely true. A more accurate statement would be we fucked the shit out of each other. I’d never had pussy so good, and I was afraid I’d never have it again.
When her walls began to quake around my dick, it summoned my nut to the front and center. Thankfully, I pulled out and caught the creamy fluid in my hand in the nick of time.