Chapter 32
CHAPTER
THIRTY-TWO
WILDER
The words don’t feel like my own as they stumble out of my mouth.
But they’re the truth.
She has no fucking clue that this?
Her in my lap, fingers brushing along the shadow on my jaw, blue eyes blinking up at me… it does more than words ever could.
I don’t know how to communicate any other way than this.
With my fists when I’m angry, with my cock when I’m lonely, with my mouth when I want to say things that I have no business saying or even thinking. That’s what happens when you grow up in a world where the only thing you could ever do is react. To whatever situation, whatever circumstance.
Maisie shivers on top of me when I glide my palms up the smooth, bare skin of her back and pull my hoodie over her head.
As painfully fucking hard as it makes me seeing her wearing my clothes, I need to see all of her. Bare. I want to feel her skin against mine and forget everything that happened before I stepped across that threshold tonight.
And fuck me, I already am.
Maisie is fucking exquisite.
Her pale pink nipples are tightened into little upturned peaks, and as I reach up and palm each of her tits, her breath catches.
I know that I should take my time touching her, spend hours wringing pleasure from her body, but there’s a desperation in our movements, the same way there was the night that we met.
Slow, gentle, tender… none of those things are who I am, and by now, she knows exactly the kind of man I am.
The kind of man she’s chosen to let inside her body. To touch her. Taste her.
Her hands slip beneath the front of my hoodie, fingernails raking across my stomach, and I let out a grunt as I lean forward and slam my lips to hers, my tongue plunging straight through her parted lips. Taking.
And taking.
And fucking taking.
Taking everything she has to offer.
I swallow down her whimpers as she grinds herself against my cock, which I’m sure is harder than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
All because of this girl.
This magnetic fucking pull that steals my control, that I’m bone-deep tired of fighting against.
Maisie tears her lips away only to push the rest of my hoodie up and yank it over my head, but then her lips are back on mine, her fingers threading into the hair at my nape. Every time her hips rock, chasing friction on my cock, her pebbled nipples graze against my chest, and her fingers tighten.
She angles her hips so the head of my cock nudges against her clit, and we both groan. Her fingers tear at my hair, holding on as she writhes and sucks on my tongue.
Wanton. Fucking wild.
In a way I’ve never seen her.
When she pulls back, she’s panting, her pupils blown. “Fuck me, Wilder.” Three words that are my undoing. “Please,” she adds, as if it wasn’t enough to hear her pleading with me to fuck her. “I need it. I need you. I… I can’t wait any longer.”
Hearing her beg for my cock shreds my restraint until there’s nothing remaining, unleashing something fucking feral in me in the process, something that matches her.
We become a mess of arms, and limbs, and teeth, and tongues, neither one of us wanting to stop the frantic desperation connecting us.
I press the pad of my thumb over the front of her panties and circle her clit, finding her already soaked, arousal seeping through the thin scrap of lace.
Like a fucking caveman, I want to lean down and inhale, smelling how much she wants me, how turned on she is. But I don’t stop rubbing her swollen clit, watching as her lips part. “God, yes.”
She reaches between us and tugs at the waistband of my pants to free my cock, and somehow, she manages to pull them down just enough that my erection springs free, bobbing between us.
Maisie’s mouth falls open, her eyes flickering with heat as she stares down at my cock. “I forgot…” Her words are breathy, rough. “How big you are.”
I’m thinking of something to respond to that, but my brain shuts off entirely when she reaches down and wraps her small, soft hand around me as she rakes her teeth over her bottom lip. A ragged groan pours out of me when she squeezes harder and gives my cock a long, slow pump.
“Tell me how to… Is this good?” she says, pulling her eyes up to mine. “Am I doing it right?”
“Fucking hell, Maisie. You feel how hard I am for you?” I lift my hips, thrusting into her hand as a bright, blinding bolt of pleasure races down my spine.
She nods, continuing to work her hand slowly up and down my length, and I reach down and curve my palm over hers, squeezing her fingers tighter around my cock.
A groan rumbles out of me, and that only seems to make her more frantic, her confidence soaring. Maisie sweeps the pad of her thumb over my slit, spreading the precum weeping out of me all over the head.
“Just like that. Christ, fuck, just like that,” I grind out.
My balls are already tight, watching her stroke my cock, knowing it’s the first one she’s ever even touched, looking so… eager to please me that I might blow all over her hand if I don’t keep it the fuck together.
I’m being reduced to a goddamn teenager getting his first hand job right now.
Abruptly, I pull her hand away, and her gaze shoots up to mine. “Not coming until I’m inside you.” The words are pushed out through clenched teeth, my resolve no longer even in the damn room with us, and I honestly don’t give a fuck.
Maisie reaches for my cock and sweeps her thumb along the slit, gathering precum on the tip of her finger, and then lifts it to her mouth. Never letting her gaze leave mine, which is so goddamn sexy, she wraps her lips around the digit, sucking the cum right off the pad of her finger.
Fuck me.
I yank her thumb free and bring it to my own mouth, closing my lips around it and sucking, biting down on the tip until she’s squirming, her eyes wild with desire.
Maisie’s chest heaves, her pretty little tits swaying as she lifts onto her knees, and I fist the base of my cock and drag the thick head through her pussy, causing us both to groan in unison.
She’s so goddamn warm and wet, and I haven’t even slid inside of her yet.
Fuck.
If I were a better man, I’d slow us both down, take our time.
But I’m not a better man, and that’s exactly how I ended up here, fucking a college girl at the school where I coach, knowing every single consequence and yet not giving a single fuck about any of them.
I line my cock up with her entrance, and Maisie stares down at me, palms curved over the tops of my shoulders as she slowly sinks down a fraction of an inch. Just enough for my head to slip inside her tight, wet heat.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, the words strained. “Wilder.”
The way my vision blurs, black spots curling at the edges, should be alarming. She’s so fucking tight that she’s choking my cock, and I’m trying not to spill inside her.
My hands find her hips, and I curl my fingers into the soft, delicate flesh there when she tries to slide further down onto me.
I can feel her body tensing, taking too much of me too fast, and even if I’m a selfish asshole… I don’t want to hurt her. She’ll already be sore tomorrow without that.
“Slower.”
The sharp command has her pausing, and she nods before tracing her lip with the tip of her tongue, then biting down on it as she slowly sinks down another inch.
My cock is throbbing inside of her. Every time she clenches around me like a vise, my grip tightens on her hips, fingers digging into her skin.
I lean forward and capture her nipple between my lips and suck it into my mouth, rolling it between my lips, biting down gently on the peak.
Maisie cries out. “Oh…” Her eyes flutter shut, and I keep my attention on her face, my eyes locked on, watching pleasure crest.
I bring my thumb to her clit and circle it, sucking on her nipple in the same rhythm.
It’s enough to distract her body from the intrusion of my cock.
She slides down to the hilt, burying every inch of me inside the tightest, most perfect pussy to ever grace the fucking Earth.
Her clit brushes against my stomach, and her head lolls, falling back on her shoulders.
“I’m so… I’m so full. I can feel you everywhere, Wilder, God. ”
I move to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, sucking, biting, laving my tongue along the sensitive peak.
And Maisie clings to me, her fingernails carving into my skin when she begins to rock her hips, the motion dragging her clit along the base of my cock enough to have my balls drawing tight, ecstasy pooling at the base of my spine.
I thrum her clit roughly as she begins to really ride me, slamming down hard on my cock, rotating her hips like she’s not doing it for the first time ever, and Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m gone, fucking lost in Maisie, drowning in her.
And I don’t give a fuck if I ever resurface.
“Fucking hell, I can feel you tightening around me. Goddamnit.” I pant, lifting my hips off the floor to meet her impaling herself on me. “Come on my cock, Maisie.” Each word is torn out of me through clenched teeth. “Now, baby.”
I manage to keep my eyes open when all I want to do is succumb to the pleasure unfurling wildly inside me so I can watch her come undone.
When I pinch her clit between my fingers and roll, nothing gentle about the movement, she fucking explodes.
Maisie nearly screams in pleasure, the sound reverberating around the walls. “Wilder, oh God. Yes. Please don’t…” she pants, sucking in a shuddering breath, a desperate gasp for air. “D-don’t stop. Yes. Yes.”
Her cunt clamps down around my cock so tightly that my eyes roll back, and I groan, long and ragged, like a wounded fucking animal, the sound vibrating out of me because I’m no longer in control.
I’m following behind her, my balls pulling tight as I thrust deep up into her, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips, my cock jerking as I spill inside her. I come for so goddamn long that it starts to leak out of her pussy, coating the base of my cock as my thrusts slow.
Maisie collapses onto my chest, burying her face in the space between my jaw and neck, her sweat-slicked skin sticking to mine as she sucks in gulps of air. Both of our hearts are racing, twining together in a rhythm of cacophonous beats.
After catching her breath, she breaks the charged silence.
“Wow. I do not remember it being that good the first time,” Maisie murmurs, sated, against my neck. “That was… just… wow. Ten out of ten on performance, Coach.”
Christ, I’m pretty positive her calling me Coach is the equivalent of how some guys like being called Daddy. I don’t know if that makes me a creepy old fuck or not, but fuck it. I like it.
Her body shakes when a chuckle slides out of me. “Are we rating how I fuck you now?”
I feel her shoulder lift in a shrug. “I mean, technically, it’s only happened twice, so if we’re going by the average rating…”
That goddamn mouth.