Chapter 6
Chapter Six
THANE
Who needs air when kissing Marlow gives me life?
I’ve been dead on the inside for so long and this perfect girl has breathed life into me after years of a colorless, bleak existence.
Goddammit.
She tastes like pure candied temptation and I’m done for. Completely addicted.
I’ll never have enough.
I echo that sentiment to her silently by dragging her into my lap.
She comes forth like she’s been needing this—me—all her life too, her hands stroking over my shoulders before finding purchase in my hair, keeping me glued to her as we kiss with a starving quality that makes my dick grow infinitely hard.
I’m like a rock underneath her ass and the shameless cheerleader practically grinds on my bulge like it’s hers. And fuck, it is.
I belong to her.
I have since I saw her on the football field months ago.
There’s a thin layer of clothes separating us, but it feels like we’re already naked.
Skin on skin. I’ve been celibate for years now and all my pent-up horniness comes rushing to the surface with every mind-addled snap of her hips against me.
I aid her movements by grabbing handfuls of those tight buns, making her rock on me the way I like.
Our mouths kiss voraciously, tongues seeking and twining in an erotic dance.
Nothing has ever felt this right.
It’s like I’ve been living in a darkened room for ages and now it’s being lit by Marlow’s light. She’s yanking back the curtains and allowing the sun to finally seep in, warming me after years of being cold.
And now as our bodies press together in a maddening rhythm and we groan into each other’s mouths, in a last-ditch effort, I growl, “We can’t.”
Marlow tugs at my hair, moaning as she returns feebly, “We shouldn’t.”
Oh, but we will.
My hands leave her ass long enough to grasp her throat and clutch at the ends of her hair, yanking her face back so I can look into her eyes.
We’re both panting like we’ve run a marathon, a ribbon of saliva keeping our mouths joined.
Marlow’s giving me these fuck-me eyes, appearing every inch like a sex kitten with her nightie rumpled, her lips swollen, her hair a mess, and her arousal dripping onto my boxer briefs.
She wants this.
Bad.
So do I.
“I like your brown eyes,” I say raggedly, answering her earlier question of all the things I want to say to her—all the things I should keep locked inside.
“Your sunshine hair, your come-hither smile, your cheekiness. It’s a tantalizing concoction that I just want to drink until I’m drunk off your essence, little cheerleader. ”
“Who’s stopping you from having a taste?” she challenges.
I slap her ass, turned on by her bold nature. She whimpers in response. “That’s the problem. I don’t want a taste. I want it all.”
She nips my bottom lip, running her hands down my bare back and tattoos. “Do it.”
I groan at the sting of her teeth, but she soothes it quickly by running her tongue over it. My hands skate up her ribs and clutch the undersides of her breasts, squeezing. “You’re trying to ruin me, aren’t you?
Marlow gasps when I toy with her nipples over the thin material of her nightie. “Y-Yes. Just like you’ve ruined me, Coach Thane.”
The breathy, sensual note in her voice grabs me by the balls and clenches. I kiss her hard and fast. Dominatingly. She melts in my hold with a low whine that resonates in the back of her throat. I’m done for. That noise will haunt me. I’ll want to fuck it out of her.
Soon.
I drag my kisses down her neck, pausing to suck a possessive hickey on her neck.
I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But I can’t help it.
I like having my mark on her. Will love it when another sonofabitch that’s into Marlow—and I know my football players find her cute—lays his eyes on her and sees she’s mine.
No, Thane. She’s not yours. She’s fucking off-limits. Get that through your head.
But I want her.
I want her, I want her, I want her.
Even if it’s only for tonight.
“Coach Thane,” she tilts her head back to grant me more access to her neck, her fingers knotting in my hair and keeping me right there. “I can’t wait to scream your name when you’re deep inside of me.”
Fuck.
I never expected Marlow to be pure trouble.
And despite what I said earlier, I do know what to do with this side of hers.
I haven’t felt this level of need since her.
I’ve got a wretched beast inside of me that wants to take her and he’s being kept back by a poorly standing fence, ready to tear through and give her exactly what she’s asking for.
And acting exactly on those animalistic urges, I bite down hard at the base of her throat.
Not enough to break skin. But just enough to excite Marlow further.
She gives me that soft whine again and the way her hips rock against me lets me know she’s a dirty girl in desperate need of my fuck.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, little cheerleader.
I don’t keep a rubber on me. The only way you’re getting fucked tonight is bare and raw.
” My hand dives under the hem of her pink nightie and I push aside her thong, crudely shoving my finger knuckle deep in her sopping pussy.
“And your slick pussy tells me it’s ready to be pounded deep. ”
“Ahhh, Thane!” She throws her head back, looking like sin personified with my mark blooming on her neck, her tits heaving so hard her nipples are about to pop out of the neckline, and her hips bouncing, chasing my finger like she’s so close that just a few pumps will push her straight to climax.
God, she’s a fantastic sight. “Please. Please. Please. Fuck me. I don’t care if there’s nothing between us. ”
I’m damned because I add an extra finger and give her half a dozen thrusts, finding that spot inside of her and saying hello to it like it’s my best fucking friend. For tonight, it might as well be. I’ve got plans to give Marlow at least a handful of orgasms.
I reel her closer with a hand around her throat, my grated words fanning against her parted lips. “Are you on birth control?”
“No.” She moans, screwing her eyes closed. “Can’t you pull out?”
I smirk darkly, my wet fingers heading over to give her pretty clit some attention.
The fist touch drives her crazy. She jolts on my lap.
“If you think I can pull out of your tight-grip cunt, you’re wrong.
” Like a taunt, I whisper, “I wouldn’t stop until I was pouring it all in you.
You’d hold those legs wide open for me like a good girl while moaning ‘Come inside of me, Coach Thane’, huh baby? ”
Tonight isn’t the night to find out if I have a breeding kink. Nor is it the night to risk Marlow getting pregnant.
But my words must do it for her because with a final moan, she lets go. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Marlow under the moonlight, writhing in my lap, clutching my shoulders for purchase, as she comes on a loud shout of my name.
I help her ride it out.
There’s a light flush and perspiration layer covering Marlow. She looks alive in a way I haven’t seen yet. And the cat who ate the canary style smile tipping her plush lips lets me know she’s far from done. She’s got a budding sex drive and I’m the man chosen to satiate her.
“Thank you, Coach Thane.” In a move that surprises me, she grabs my hand, brings it between us, evaluates my fingers glistening with her arousal, before sucking them into her mouth with a hum.
My jaw slackens. She’s so sexy. I’m rendered speechless.
Taking my silence as an advantage, Marlow runs a finger over the edge of my boxers.
“We don’t have to go all the way, but we can still have a little more fun, right?
I have a feeling this girl can ask me for anything, and I’ll give it to her.
As if I need more encouragement, she vows, “I promise to be a good girl.”
Now that I’ve seen Marlow’s true colors, it’s clear this good girl thing is just a facade. And if she still wants to play? I won’t say no to her.
“If I take it out,” I growl, tightening my hold around her neck in a way that turns her breathing choppy. “You’re sucking it, little cheerleader.”
“I will,” she pants, excited. “Please. I will.”
I throw her off my lap and onto the chaise longue, my chest squeezing when she lets loose a tiny giggle.
I rub at my sternum as I stand up, the sight of her draped over the chair, in my solarium, peering up at me like I’m a god, undoes me.
“Strip, baby. You want my cock in your mouth? You’re going to fucking show me that sculpted body that’s haunted my dreams since I laid eyes on you. ”
Marlow’s cheeks pinken further. She likes my commands and gives me a small strip tease, tugging the thin fabric off her body and leaving her utterly naked for my feasting eyes.
I’m gobsmacked by her beauty.
Every line in her body, every toned curve, every blemish is perfect to me.
This moment suddenly feels transcendental, despite the forbidden aspect of her being a student at my college, a cheerleader to the football team I coach, and my sister’s best friend. Right now, she’s all lush woman, gentle smile, and mine to do with as I please.
“You’re stunning,” I tell her hoarsely.
“Funny.” She cranes her head, eying me. “I was thinking the same about you.”
A pleasant sensation rolls through me. I like the way she’s staring at me, eating up my muscles, my tattoos, my imperfections.
“Get on your knees,” I demand and she gets on all fours, holding her breath as I drag down my boxer, my cock springing free.
Now she’s practically starry eyed, hypnotized.
“That’s right. I’ve got nine inches for you to play with, little cheerleader.
” I fist myself and give a long stroke. “We’ve barely gotten started and you’re already drooling. ”
She playfully pretends to wipe the corner of her mouth. “I’ve thought about this a hundred times,” she admits shyly. “Every time I see you on the field, it amps up my need to…to…”