Chapter 15 #2
The urge to curl in on myself, to grab the shirt and run out the door crushes against my ribs as my stomach contracts.
I’m about to jump and run when Miguel takes a step forward but his hands remain around the cold edge of the island.
At an agonizingly slow pace he crosses to me.
His warm, rough hands start on my shins and travel up.
When he reaches my knees he grips them and pushes up until my heels can rest on the counter.
Only then does he trail his hands down my inner thighs and each increment closer sets my awaiting pussy on fire.
When he reaches the hem of his boxer briefs he teases the sensitive skin along the border and I shudder.
"You want this? Me? Us?" He asks as his eyes bore into mine.
"Yes." I exhale. Desperately.
"Show me." He demands as he grips my thigh.
"How?"
"Touch yourself."
He steps back and runs a hand across his mouth. Then he snaps the elastic band from his wrist between his teeth before reaching up and pulling his hair away from his face and securing it.
He settles in against the counter and waits.
Does he seriously want me to touch myself in front of him right now?
I shift my weight so I can drag one hand over my core. The boxers, his boxers, I’m wearing are damp from my arousal and when I caress myself over the fabric it feels cool against my heated skin.
"Show me how to make you come, Laney."
"Oh gods," I groan as his words trigger the first sparks in my veins.
The fabric shifts against my fingers creating even more friction as I pick up my pace. I’m on edge already, even after jilling off in his shower earlier. It seems my lust for Miguel is a renewable resource.
"I want to coach you here, too." He says as he fixates on my fingers. His hands have slid to my ankles and he’s spreading me further. "I'm going to push you to your limit and then so far beyond it you’ll question the very laws of existence."
"Fuck," I curse as Miguel highjacks my body's response with his words.
"You like what I'm saying." He says. It isn't a question.
"Yes." I breathe as my fingers fly over my clit and the cotton of his boxers.
"Yes, Coach." He corrects and my knees twitch.
"Yes, Coach," I whisper as my breathing becomes erratic.
Miguel leans down and blows a breath of cool air on the damp section of fabric between my legs. The heat building in my body nearly brings tears to my eyes. I tilt my pelvis up to meet my circling fingers and Miguel’s grip on my ankles tighten.
It’s like he’s holding on for dear life when I’m the one moments from exploding.
“Are you close?” He asks.
“Yes, fuck, I’m so close.”
“You’re fucking incredible, Princess.” He praises and my knees start to cave in.
“Shit, shit.” I curse as my eyes squeeze shut. It’s like each cell in my body wants to jump off a bridge and yet hold on tight.
“Eyes on me, Laney.” He says and I tuck my chin and fight to keep my gaze locked on his.
Pressure builds; in my chest, in my core, in every muscle, and I switch from tight circles to aggressive rubs, up and down, along my throbbing clit.
"Good girl, that’s it." Oh gods, the praise is almost too much. "Now, finish." He commands and my head falls back. When it hits the cabinet I wince but Miguel brings a hand up behind my neck to support me. "I've got you Laney, let go."
"Miguel, oh my–yes!" I chant as muscles fire off and twitch across my body. Twice now I’ve reached the pinnacle of pleasure on my own fingers tonight. And already I’m aching for more.
My vision is hazy as I open my eyes and try to drink in the delicious sight of the man before me. My unfocused gaze travels across his chest, down the firm plane of his stomach, and lower to where his erection is tenting the gym shorts he has on.
The currents of lava slow in my veins and the desire to have him feel all of this too compels my hands forward. The tips of my fingers tease the skin along his waistband but Miguel grabs my wrist.
"Not yet." He says sternly as he steps back while gripping the boxers I'm wearing and dragging them roughly off my legs. My ass claps down on the counter and I gasp.
"Fuck, your pussy is glistening." He pulls the black cotton up to his nose and inhales deeply.
My core throbs and my fingers grip into the counter to keep me upright.
When his eyes open again there is a dominating tone commanding I give him anything he asks for.
"I should punish you for using my soap and wearing my clothes, without asking me. "
Holy shit. What would punishment from Miguel entail? Why does the promise of torture from him cause even more arousal to pool at my entrance?
"Let's go." He says as he holds a hand out to me. I take it and scoot off the counter. Willingly following this man anywhere he might lead me. Miguel guides me to walk in front of him and he places one hand on my hip to maneuver me to his bedroom.
I gasp when he presses his body against my back and slips his arm around my waist in the middle of the hallway.
His other hand swipes between my legs from behind, through my soaking core, and up to press against the puckered skin between my cheeks.
My knees almost give out when he presses his thumb against my opening.
The idea of him not being able to keep his hands off me anymore brings a girlish smile to my face.
He groans as I roll my hips back into his touch, seeking more from him. He stumbles forward, pushing me into motion.
"Sit here." Miguel says as he leads me to the edge of his bed.
I sit on the edge and keep my knees spread open for him. My inner muscles clench around nothing. Wanting to be filled.
"You’re a greedy girl, Laney."
I whimper but nod. I am.
"I’m going to give you everything you’ve been wanting. What you’ve practically begged for."
"Oh gods." I moan as his words wind every coil inside me tighter.
"You’re going to surrender and give me another."
"But, I already…" twice.
"I know. But this time it’ll be my hands, my tongue, my cock demanding your pleasure and I’m taking just as much as I’m giving."
Holy crap. "Yes, Coach."
"Mmhmm," he hums his approval. And I arch my back to push my tits up closer to him, preening under his gaze.
"You will tell me if you need me to stop." Miguel says, again not asking a question but demanding an answer.
"I will."
I get the feeling Miguel Garcia is about to give me experiences I could only dream of.