Chapter 8 #2
“Come here,” I tell her.
Marlow springs into motion, practically crawling over to me like a horny minx, my words a magic command. I grab her waist to help her sit astride on my lap and then all decorum goes flying out the window.
Our mouths press in a hard kiss that feels like a big fucking finally and our muffled groans echo loudly.
Suddenly, everything inside of me feels aligned now that the woman I’ve been obsessed with is back in my arms. She’s the warmest, softest thing I’ve ever experienced and I have this inherent need to protect her forever. Because she feels like it for me.
Who would have known that my soulmate would be this sunny cheerleader I unceremoniously laid eyes over a few months ago on my field while she was smiling and waving her pompoms in the air, unaware of the fact that I felt rooted in position with the knowledge that here she was, the one made for me.
The truck is filled with the noise of the rain, the dirty song, and our wet lips making out, fogging the windows. I’m so hungry for her, my dick hard underneath her ass and my hands moving over her body feverishly, pushing up the hem of her short dress until it bunches around her waist.
Marlow’s panting, her fingers twisting in my hair as I drag open-mouthed kisses down her throat, loving the way her pulse thrums for me, before sucking a hickey like the territorial bastard I’ve become.
“Thane.” She moans when I gently bite her skin in a teasing nip and move down to the base of her throat, where I suck another hickey. “Oh, my God.”
Her entire body is trembling like she’s moments from combusting and her hips writhe, seeking friction. Her little cunt needs something fat and firm to surf over and before the sun rises, I promise to screw her brains out until she’s sore between her thighs.
For now, I slap her thong-covered pussy.
Right over her clit.
Marlow squeals, body seizing and eyes scrunching shut. “Thane!”
“Yeah, you like that, huh?” I smirk, shoving my fingers into the elastic band over her mound and tearing down her thong with a quick flick of my wrist. The sight that welcomes me has me barking out a curse.
Her pink, juicy pussy is sopping wet. I want to slap it again, finger it, fuck it, fill it with my come.
The last primal instinct causes my balls to tighten.
I’ve never fucked without a condom and now all I can picture is spitting on her pussy before raw dogging it.
“Fuck, Marlow. How long have you been like this?”
She cries out when I slap her pussy, jolting in my lap. “S-Since you punched Hank for me. It got me so hot.”
My nostrils flare and I wrap a hand around her throat, tugging her face closer so I can kiss her silly.
“You like it when I protect you?” Kiss. “When I’m possessive of you?
” Kiss. “And go fucking nuts because you’re at some frat party trying to get laid while looking like a motherfucking ten?
” Kiss. “I hate that you played spin the bottle and almost kissed a man that wasn’t me. ”
She pants into our kisses, her hands travelling from my hair to clasp my stubbled jaw. “I-I was never going to kiss or fuck anyone else. I couldn’t do it.”
My expression darkens, white hot need churning in my core. “You were fucking with me?”
“Yes.” The singular word melts into a moan when I drag a knuckle over her slit, barely grazing her clit. “I wanted to make you jealous.”
“Well, I was jealous,” I growl. “Jealous of all the boys who would get to see you and possibly touch you in ways I haven’t.
“I was jealous too.” She presses her forehead to mine. Our breaths mingle. “Of all the women who would eye-fuck you. And of the one you would take home tonight.”
I gently clench her neck, enough to get her to gaze into my eyes and see my truth.
“I was never going to take another woman home. Not when I want you this much, Marlow. No one else has ever mattered to me like you do,” I murmur.
“I went to the bar for an hour to hang with my friends but the whole time I kept thinking of you.” I kiss her again.
“In this dress.” I drag my hand to fist her neckline and tug it down, popping her bra-less tits free.
The swells are begging to be marked by my teeth, her pouty nipples begging to be sucked until they’re swollen.
“Getting pawed by some dumb jock who wouldn’t even know how to truly satisfy you.
” I dive down, snagging a nipple and sucking until Marlow moans, holding my head to her chest with a fistful of my hair.
I switch to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
“And we both know that no one can give you what I give you, huh?” My teeth graze her skin and she whines.
“When you ran out of my door like a brat after that parting shot, it made me want to pin you down and spank your ass in punishment, baby.”
Her brown eyes go hazy with mindless desire. “D-Do it. Punish me, Coach Thane.”
On cue, I rain two swats on her bare ass cheeks while making a meal out of her fantastic tits. Marlow buries her face in my shoulder and moans. “You like that, little cheerleader?”
Her ass rocks against my palm, smoothing down her backside to alleviate the sharp burn. “Yes. Again, please.”
“Such an obedient good girl.” I give her ass a few more blows, loving the way it jiggles under every hard smack. “You’ve been needing this all night long, hm? A disciplinary spanking by your favorite coach.”
The evidence is there in the way her arousal coats her inner-thighs, her quiet moaning-gasps like she’s holding back, and the way her shaking body clings to me, her arms wrapped around my broad shoulders. “Yes, Coach Thane.”
“I need to have you, Marlow,” I whisper against her mouth and follow it by planting a desperate kiss. “There isn’t enough time or space to do the things I want to do to you.”
I want to fuck her in all sorts of positions before the night is over, but my truck isn’t the place to do it.
“In that case, get us a room,” she pleads, shaking when my fingers play with her clit. “I-I can’t keep quiet. Someone will catch us.”
My dick is in so much pain. I have to be inside of her. Now. “You telling me you’re a screamer, Marlow?”
“Yes. So you better get us a key.”