Chapter 9 #2
I let go, free-falling with a loud moan dragged from the deepest parts of me.
“You’re beautiful when you come, Marlow.
” Thane’s voice carries the faintest of smirks as he pulls his fingers out of my squelching pussy and sucks them into his mouth, licking my flavor some more.
Tears of pleasure bead at the corners of my eyes and I stare at him, my body trembling in the aftermath of my release.
He has no business being this hot. “And I bet you’ll look even more beautiful stuffed full of me. ”
He climbs up on the bed, the muscles in his strong body shifting with the motion, the ink on his arm swirling like it’s coming to life.
I can’t help it. My hands run over his torso and shoulders, admiring every beefy inch of him.
He’s otherworldly and in this dimly lit room, with all outside world worries hidden away, he feels utterly mine. “Take me. I want you.”
“Anything for you, sweetheart.” He dips his face to mine. We kiss languidly and I wrap my legs around his waist. His stubble rasps against my skin gently and I blush when he slips his tongue into my mouth, making me taste my flavor.
Thane holds himself up with his forearms on either side of my head and I savor the shiver running through his body as I draw invisible patterns along his sides and his back. He’s so affected by me. I love it.
Breaking the kiss, I pull back enough to gaze into his stormy green eyes, my mouth curved in a coy smile. “I’ve never had something so big inside of me.” I bat my lashes, speaking mock-innocently. “Will it hurt when you squeeze your thick cock inside of my small pussy, Coach Thane?”
He groans at my words and takes hold of my hands, bringing them over my head and holding them with one of his own.
The other goes between our bodies to grip his hard, veiny dick, and lodge the weeping tip at my entrance.
I stifle my gasp. I’m not a virgin but he’s so girthy and long, it’ll be like my first time all over again.
“I’m bigger than the boys from your past, so it will, but you’ll have to be a good girl and take me, Marlow,” he murmurs, playing along.
My breath hitches at the dark, territorial gleam in his eyes.
“Once I stretch your pussy out, it’ll feel amazing.
Then you’ll never be able to sit in the same room as me without remembering what it was like to have me pounding between these pretty thighs. ”
I can’t take it anymore. I need to be filled. “Please.”
Thane punches his hips forward and drives that fat cock inside of me. “Fuuuck!”
My scream and his bellow mingle together, my body arching underneath him at the welcomed intrusion. “Oh my God!”
Thane kisses me and I pant at the pleasurable feeling of him inside me. “Did you think I wouldn’t get this deep on the first thrust, Marlow?”
“N-No,” I moan, tugging at my hands to be set free. He only tightens his hold around my wrist, letting me know he’ll be dominating me for the foreseeable future. “I’m…I’m so full, Coach Thane.”
Thane presses a hand on my mound and I gasp. “Yeah,” he rasps. “You are, baby girl, and you’re so sweet for letting me have this forbidden pussy.” His thumb toys with my clit and I mewl. “I know it’s wrong to lust after the college cheer captain, but you’re so irresistible. I had to have you.”
All my senses are overwhelmed and overtaken by Thane. Every breath I take is laced with desire for him. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”
His face softens and his forehead drops to mine. “You have me too,” he breathes. “You’ve always had me, since the first time I saw you.”
Despite the physicality of our act, it’s the emotional pull that gets me. Thane staring down at me like I’m the other half of his soul and our hearts beating as one.
Oh, I’m undone. “Please, move. I want to feel you.”
“You’ve adjusted, baby?”
“Yes.”
He kisses me and the emotional moment melts away, giving leeway to our darker desires. “You told me you’re a screamer, Marlow.” He yanks his hips back until just the tip kisses my entrance. “Prove it.”
He thrusts back in so hard, so rough, I let loose a spine-tingling scream, my nerve endings alight. “Oh my God!”
“You keep calling for God,” he growls. “But he’s not the one putting in the work to please this tight pussy now, huh?”
I swear, his words make more arousal gush between my thighs, easing his long, deep strokes.
Thane establishes a battering rhythm that has screaming every time he thrusts into me. The room rings with sounds of our slapping skins, the headboard thumping against the wall, his grunts, and my needy moans.
His hair-roughened thighs rub against my smooth-skinned ones. His abs flex with every drive. His teeth grit with the exertion of fucking me this good. And sweat beads down his muscular body, landing on me in small droplets.
“Thane!” I sob underneath him, my breasts bouncing in speed of his harsh, clapping thrusts.
“Get ready, baby.” He removes the hand holding both of mine and unwraps my legs from his waist, bringing my knees to my chest and folding me in half. “I’m about to be even deeper.”
When he bounces his cock into me at this angle, grazing all my spots, my soul practically leaves my body and I go mute, my mouth opening on a soundless scream.
Oh. My. God.
He kisses my lips, my chin, my jaw almost senselessly, until he reaches my ear and murmurs, “We might not get caught, but everyone in this cheap motel will know a girl named Marlow is getting her pussy fucked by a Coach Thane with the way you’re shouting down the roof, little cheerleader.”
My fingers score down his broad shoulders and muscular back, breaking open skin. “T-They probably think you’re paying good money for it.”
“I’d bleed myself dry for the honor of fucking this godsent cunt every day until the day I die,” he snarls, digging his fingers into the backs of my thighs as he holds me in place for his dirty, raw fuck.
“Tell me I’m a bad man for fucking you this hard, this rough when you’ve never taking anything as big as my dick. ”
I whimper. “B-Bad Coach Thane.”
“Yeah. Coach Thane is the luckiest bastard for getting to fuck the hottest girl on campus, hm?” Thrust. “No practice for you tomorrow, brat.” Thrust. “I’m putting this beautiful body of yours through the mattress tonight.
“ Thrust. “And when you wake up in the morning, whining that your small pussy is sore, I want you to remember that you.” Thrust. “Asked.” Thrust. “For this.” Thane pinches my swollen clit.
“Now come for me again, little cheerleader. I want to feel you strangling the fuck out of my cock.”
I’ve never been able to come so quickly in such close proximity to another orgasm and yet Thane possesses some sort of magic pull. Because here I am, orgasming once again.
Thane lets me ride through my climax before he pulls out of my clenching pussy and turns me around until I fall flat on my stomach, my body limp from the powerful release.
Hooking an arm under my hips, he raises so I’m on my hands and knees, my ass propped up.
“You’re perfect, Marlow.” He slaps my ass and I whimper. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
Lining himself behind me, he shoves in again and I moan, my fingers twisting in the bed sheets. He knuckles the hair at my crown and tilts my head up.
In the dusty mirror above the dresser, I see our reflection.
My petite body, overtaken by this rugged, tatted, muscular man, shaking as he pounds into me with a vengeance. It’s so hot. My hips move and I meet him thrust for thrust. “Thane!”
His big chest with the light dusting of hair glistens with sweat and he throws his head back, moaning deep.
“Fuck, it’s so good.” Thrust. “Keep backing that ass into me like a naughty girl.” Thrust. “Keep squeezing my cock just like that.” Thrust. “I’m gonna flood your pussy with my cum.
” In a move that has me unravelling all over again, Thane brings his fingers to where we’re joined…
and slaps my clit. I scream. “Want me to breed you, Marlow? Want to make me a daddy?”
Stars dance in my vision. “Y-Yeah,” I whine. “I do. Come inside of me, daddy.”
Thane’s upper body drops on top of me, flattening me to the bed and gripping my jaw, turning my face to the side so he can kiss my cheek and lips in a feral manner, never ceasing his thrusting. “Say please, little slut.”
“Please.”
Thane’s pace grows jerky and our eyes meet, frantic and dark with lust. “Fuck, Marlow!”
My screams are getting louder. I’m there. Right there again. “Thane!”
And then Thane covers my mouth to muffle my final scream as we both let go, putting all his come into my pussy.
* * *
After two more rounds of brain-altering sex, Thane and I are curled up on the queen bed with me practically draped on top of him as we catch our breaths. We’re a mess of sweat and tangled limbs, but I’ve never been happier, my cheek pressed over his heart, listening to it beat erratically for me.
“We should get cleaned up,” he rumbles, fingers playing with the ends of my hair and running over my spine.
“Later,” I mumble, barely able to hide my smile, and fold my arms across his chest, leaning my chin on top.
I trace a finger down the bridge of Thane’s nose, down his lips, and down to his chin, where a slight cleft is hidden amongst the stubble.
He called me perfect but the truth is he’s perfect to me too.
And this moment? It’s everything and more.
I want to savor it forever.
The sound of the rain slowing to a pitter-patter outside. The smell of our skins and sex wafting in the air. The sensation of not being alone and finally feeling like I’ve found a home after years of wandering barren lands.
“Later. Okay.” Thane’s swallow is audible. “Marlow?”
I tense at the apprehension in his tone. “Yes?”
“Tell me…Tell me something about you. Something I don’t know yet.”
“What would you like to know?”
He runs a knuckle down the apple of my cheek, glancing at me with tender, green eyes. “A secret from your past. A dream you want to accomplish in your future. Anything, really.”
I smile and ponder over what to tell him. I don’t like talking about my past, being orphaned and living in the system. My life before eighteen really sucked. One day, I’ll tell him. But tonight is not the night. I want to remain in this blissful bubble surrounding us.
“After graduation, I dream of opening up my own ceramic café that doubles up as a small, quaint bookstore as well. And…and I want to have a family. Be a young mom.”
Thane’s brows are slightly furrowed. “That’s a good dream, Marlow,” he whispers. “I have no doubt you’ll accomplish it.”
“Thank you,” I whisper back. “What about you? Do you want to keep coaching or…?”
He clears his throat and his gaze goes to the ceiling.
“Yeah. I like coaching. I’m good at it and it’s a great way to remain close to the sport that brought me a lot of joy.
But down the line, I want to create a support group for young collegiate athletes that focuses on mental health.
Especially those battling with stark life changes. ”
“Just like you were,” I finish for him, awed. I love that he wants to do this. I love that he cares enough for his players to want them to have this kind of crutch.
He nods, before blowing out a slow breath.
“Exactly. I was a young athlete when I lost my parents and I didn’t have the proper tools to navigate my grief.
And I know I would have benefited from having help—any help—during a dark period like that.
I’m sure there are many players on my team who would like to have someone to talk to, but find themselves scared to, since mental health can still be a bit of a taboo topic for certain people. ”
I can understand that. “It’s really admirable that you want to do this, Thane.”
“I’ve been speaking to some faculty.” He combs his fingers through his mussed hair. “Trying to get a program up and running in the college. It’ll take some time but I’m optimistic.”
“If there’s anything I can do to help, will you let me know?”
Thane blinks, as if surprised I offered, and his expression gentles. “Yes,” he croaks. “I will.”
We’re silent for a few moments, but it’s not uncomfortable. I’m about to propose we finally clean up when he says, “Marlow, I don’t want to lie to Michaela. It’s not right.”
I gulp. “I know.”
I didn’t like sneaking around behind her back either.
It was wrong. Plus, Thane and I shouldn’t have to hide what we feel for one another, right?
Least of all from his sister and my best friend.
I gauged that Michaela might be a bit mad that we hid this from her, but she’s not the kind to hold a grudge.
The hopeless side of me likes to believe that she’d eventually be happy for us too.
“She deserves to know what happened between us.” Thane grimaces and that look spears into me like an arrow. Is he saying…Is he saying that what happened between us tonight was wrong? “We crossed a line tonight. One we can never return from. I…I have to do the right thing. I’m sorry, Marlow.”
We crossed a line tonight.
I…I have to do the right thing.
I’m sorry, Marlow.
Something about his tone causes my chest to crack open and dread to spill out.
Him saying we crossed a line and he has to do the right thing feels final.
And him apologizing makes it clear to me that he regrets what we did.
We’re over before we even begin.
Oh, I’m in pain.
I blink back my tears and force a smile I don’t feel.
On the inside, I feel like I’m dying. But I tell myself it doesn’t matter.
Thane may desire me but he never explicitly said he wanted a girlfriend.
At the end of the day, I’m still just his sister’s best friend and his temporary housemate.
I need to remember my initial plan of going back to his place and packing my bags because this?
This was never going to be permanent. And for two hours, I made the foolish mistake of assuming that someone—he—could want me for keeps.
We were just two people overcome with passion and we acted on it.
That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.
I’m going to be brave and pretend like I’m fine. Go back to his place. Change out of my dress. Pick up my bags and leave like a thief in the night.
I’ll speak to Michaela tomorrow.
Or whenever my heart stops bleeding.
“You’re right, Thane.” My voice is flat. “You have to do the right thing.”