Chapter Seven
I drag her down onto my lap, the wooden bench providing a solid backdrop and plenty of room for Amy to spread her thighs over my lap.
The scent of her arousal permeates the space, proof of how badly she wants me.
It's the most enticing aroma I've ever experienced.
Sure, I've had sex with my fair share of women—though never any groupies—but none of them got me as worked up as Amy Keller does.
I'm hard as a rock, but I want to take my time with this woman. I trail my fingers up her neck and lace them in her hair, pulling her down for a deep, searing kiss. She draws back right when I'm getting into it, her gaze cautious as she searches my eyes.
"What if somebody sees us?" she asks breathily.
"Like who? Everybody's gone home."
I peel the wet clothes off her body, piece by piece, dropping them onto the ground. Every splat indicates another garment has fallen and I'm another minute closer to making her scream. Amy pulls her bra off herself, now gloriously nude and aroused, her chest dappled with the rosy color of lust.
"No panties?" I ask. "How naughty, Coach Keller. I love that."
She helps pull my T-shirt over my head, then tugs it off.
She unzips my pants, but I swat her hands away and rip my pants off.
I'm desperate to feel her skin against mine, and the scent of her hunger for me grows headier and stronger by the second.
My dick is stiff and waving like a flag, as if it's saying, "Come and fuck me, Amy.
" Even the yellowish glow of the light above us can't diminish her beauty.
Amy's nipples feel as firm as pearls when I flick my thumbs over them.
My mouth waters at the sight of her naked body, but I won't touch her yet.
I let her catch me looking. Whatever she sees in my eyes, she clearly likes it.
The first time our naked bodies collide, I groan deep in my throat. Her tight abs move against me as she rocks closer, and the motion is pure heaven—and hell, because if she keeps this up, all my plans to go nice and slow will be shot to pieces.
I grip her waist, holding her still for a moment while I try to get hold of myself, sucking in ragged breaths that smell like rain and Amy's cream.
She shivers faintly, maybe from the cold air on her hot skin, but also from the desire that's taken hold of us both.
Her head falls back as I stroke the firm bud of her clit with two fingers and glide my mouth along her jawline.
While I taste her skin, dragging my tongue upward little by little, I begin to breathe harder—just like Amy.
She rakes her fingers through my hair, tugging until she gets what she wants, pressing my mouth harder against the bare skin of her throat.
"Let's see how long you can keep this up, hotshot," she pants.
I chuckle and slide a hand up from her waist to cup one of her tits. It fits in my palm perfectly, as if her breasts were made for me. As I suckle her pebbled nipple, I tug her even closer. The sweet juices of her desire slicken my flesh and urge me to growl like an animal on the prowl.
"Shit." She bucks on me as I slide a hand between her folds. "Need you inside me, please Charlie, please."
"Goddammit," I snarl. "Need a condom."
I can't bear to push her away, so instead, I clench her to me with one arm while I lean over to find my pants. After a bit of shuffling and cursing, I spring up again—holding a rubber—and grin. "Got it in one, baby."
Amy snatches up the packet, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and letting it go so slowly that I might have a heart attack. "I want to do this for you."
Oh, I will definitely have a heart attack. But I don't give a damn. "Go on, then, Coach. Do it."
She rips the packet open with her teeth and then clasps my stiff dick in one hand.
While I watch, mesmerized by her actions, she gradually lowers herself inch by inch, making me hiss in a breath and clench my teeth.
Her cream is dribbling down my balls by the time I'm fully sheathed inside her, and I'm so fucking close to climax that I can't even think anymore.
Then Amy astonishes me by tightening her core even more, setting off waves of pleasure like nothing I've felt before.
Her inner walls are as smooth as silk, and the way she keeps adjusting the angle of her thrusts is driving me crazy.
The sucking sound of our bodies colliding echoes around us and turns me on even more.
The downpour hitting the dugout roof, the faint creaking of the bench…
it has me on the edge of climax already.
I've never done anything like this in my life.
My hard-ass coach rides me like a wild cowgirl, bucking and shouting, refusing to let up for even a second. It pushes us both toward the edge, dangling on a precipice. We are going to explode and keep on exploding.
But no, I won't let either of us go off yet. Not even if it kills me. I grasp her hips, holding her down so she can't ride me. Her annoyed little cry makes me smirk.
"Charlie, I…oh god, I love your dick. Never stop, please, never stop until you come inside me."
"Don't worry. I won't leave you hanging for long…probably."
She gives me a light slap on the cheek. "You're evil, and I love it."
An idea hits me, and I can't resist it. "Wrap your legs around my back and your arms around my neck."
"Why?"
"Shut up and do it, Keller."
Amy rolls her eyes but follows my order. Once she's wrapped around me, I hoist myself off the bench. Then I peel her limbs away from mine and set her on her knees on the bench, facing the wall. The plump cheeks of her sweet ass distract me, though only for a moment.
"Hands on the wall," I command, growling the words. "And spread your thighs."
She obeys.
I slide my cock between those sweet cheeks and thrust deep into her velvety channel, making her gasp.
Amy throws her head back, her nails scraping the wall as I drive into her like a jackhammer.
The sound of our bodies merging meshes with the slapping of my balls, but it's even louder now, even faster.
I reach around her body to shove two fingers between her drenched folds, rubbing mercilessly, desperate to come—but not before she goes off.
Her breath hitches in short, delicious moans that make my blood burn even hotter.
"Don't stop, Charlie, never ever stop!" she screams. "Fuck me harder, please, oh shit, please!"
What do I do? I stop, of course. But I still have my dick buried inside her and my fingers covering her clit. I'm torturing myself as much as I am Amy, so it's fair play. I feel as if my whole body might explode into a supernova that will annihilate the universe..
"Please, please, Charlie, please," Amy whines, all her tough-coach bravado suddenly gone. "Let me come, I need it so bad."
Another snarl emerges from me, and then…
I hammer into her with so much strength that I swear my eyes roll back in my head.
The wooden bench creaks beneath her knees in a rhythm that matches the incoherent sounds that spill from her lips.
My groans are building up to a climax with every thrust, mingling with hers as we batter each other in perfect harmony.
I slide out almost completely before surging back inside her, the sensation so intense that my vision blurs.
"Harder," she begs, her voice shaking with need, almost whimpering.
Now I'm pounding into her with everything I've got, diving in deeper than ever with a wildly erratic rhythm, high on a kind of elation I've never experienced on the field.
Amy's cries rise even higher, and I know she's about to go off at any moment.
So am I. Her inner muscles squeeze me torturously as we both barrel toward the finish line. This time, nothing can stop us.
I bury myself inside her with a shout of pure, unadulterated gratification that tumbles from my lips and mingles with hers amid humid night air.
Her sex clenches me tightly, and at last, I let go all the way.
Electrical currents race down my spine and straight into my cock, pushing me to spill everything inside her lush body.
I relinquish myself to the pleasure. Every pulsating blast makes me roar until, finally, I'm spent.
Damn, that was incredible.
Amy leans back against my chest. Her skin is slicked with sweat, her hair drenched—just like mine. For a moment we remain frozen in this position. We're both struggling to catch our breath, and sweat dribbles down our bodies.
Once I've recovered, I sweep her up in my arms. "Time for a shower, Coach."
"Yes, please." She ruffles my damp hair and sniffs my skin. Her nose wrinkles. "You stink, Braddock. We both need that shower, but mostly you."
The slight uptick of her lips assures me she's teasing.
"Pretty sure I heard someone say she was going to see how long I could hold out?"
I feel her smile against my shoulder. "Next time, hotshot."
"You think there's gonna be a next time?"
"Do what your coach says, hotshot." She tugs at a damp lock of my hair. "You drive me wild, Braddock."
"Right back at ya, Keller." I plant a kiss on her temple.
When we get to the bathroom, my fingers shake so much that it takes me forever to twist the handle and get the water running. Amy laughs at my fumbling and tries to help undress me, though she's no steadier. We stumble inside the stall together and revel in the steamy spray.
"You know what this reminds me of?" Her eyes glimmer as brightly as the droplets splashing against her cheeks. "That rain delay last week."
"Except we're both naked," I point out. "And this time you can't claim it's colder than Siberia."
Amy rolls her eyes but steps closer, crowding me into the corner.
What's she up to now? Another mind-blowing fuck, naturally. And my coach won't let me go until I've satisfied her in every conceivable way. But one thought bothers me.
Was this a one-time thing? Or could it be more?