Chapter Four
Stone
Ithought working beside Seraphina all day was hell before I knew I might have a chance. Now that the truth is out, it's a whole new level of torture.
And she is not playing fair.
She comes to work on Thursday in a flirty little pink dress and chunky boots, her hair up in an intricate braid. She looks utterly fuckable as she flits around the office, pretending I don't exist.
I let her get away with it until lunch, when one of my players comes in and takes a seat at her desk.
The bastard makes no secret of the fact that he's flirting with her.
They never do. Half my team would do all kinds of sketchy shit just to earn a smile from her.
When she watches practice, keeping them focused takes a fucking miracle.
I don't know what Stevens is saying to her, but she throws her head back, her sweet laugh ringing through the office. That's about the time I decide enough is enough. I'm done behaving for the day. That laugh should be mine.
"Stevens!" I bark, stomping out of my office with a thunderous scowl.
He glances up at me, smirking. "Hey, Coach."
"Why are you in my office instead of in class?"
"Oh. I came to see Seraphina," he says. "She helped me out with something. I owed her an update."
"Have you given it?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Good. Get out," I growl. "She's here to work, not to entertain whatever crush you've got going on."
"Stone," she objects softly.
Stevens jerks to his feet, his cheeks pink. "It's not even like that, Coach," he mutters. "I was just—"
"Don't care. Get out of my office."
He nods at me, shoots a glance at Seraphina, who gives him an apologetic smile, and then hauls ass toward the door without looking back.
Seraphina doesn't say a word for a long moment, and then she huffs. "Was that necessary?"
"He should be in class, not in here flirting with you."
"He wasn't flirting with me, Stone."
"No?" I rake my gaze over her. Christ. She's so goddamn pretty. "Certainly sounded like it to me."
"Are you jealous?"
I stalked toward her, crowding her up against her desk.
"About one of my players making you laugh like that?
Jealous as hell," I growl, leaning down over her.
"I'm jealous every fucking time you smile at them.
Every time one of them hugs you. Every time they look in your direction.
" I tip her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze.
"I'm jealous every minute of the goddamn day when it comes to you, Seraphina. "
She stares at me wide-eyed, her mouth slightly parted. "He's in love with one of the cheerleaders," she breathes out. "I gave him advice about where to take her on their first date."
Jesus.
I groan, pulling her up out of her seat into my arms. "I'm going crazy here, angel," I breathe, my lips an inch from hers.
"Why?"
"Because I don't know what you taste like.
I don't know exactly what you sound like when you're coming apart for me.
I don't know how beautiful you look when you're shattered for me.
" I take a deep breath. "Because I saw another man's name on your paper, and I'm fucking terrified that might be my future—you happy with someone who isn't me. "
"Stone," she whimpers, her entire body going soft and pliant.
"Say you'll go out with me," I growl, ready to do shady shit just to get her to agree.
"Yes."
My mouth crashes down on hers, wild and hungry. She makes a high, desperate sound that cracks me in half, her hands clawing up under my suit coat, her fingers digging through the layers to get at my skin.
I don't care if Hector walks in here and fires us both. I don't even fucking care if the entire goddamn team is outside the door, listening and getting an education they never asked for. She tastes like cinnamon and honey, and she's so soft I want to devour her whole, right here and now.
Her wide hips fit my hands perfectly, exactly like I knew they would. I use them to drag her up against me, needing her closer.
She wraps her legs around my waist, letting me lift her onto the edge of her desk. I kiss her like I need her to breathe as I step between her legs, claiming every inch of space between them. I can't get close enough. I'm not sure I'll ever be close enough to satisfy me.
She shudders when I slide my hands up her thighs, dragging her pink dress up until I feel the heat of her pussy against my cock.
She lets out a pathetic, needy whine—my new favorite sound.
"Please," she gasps, her head falling to the side, baring her throat to me.
I bite it, not being gentle.
She bucks in my hands in response, nearly sobbing.
"Please what?" I rasp against her skin, shaking with how much I want her.
"Please t-touch me," she chokes out, her nails digging into my arms like I'm the only thing tethering her to the planet. Her eyes are dark and dilated, her lips swollen from my kisses. Her body is trembling, every inch of her begging for more.
I slip my palm higher, feeling the edge of her lace panties beneath the hem of her dress. I press my hand against her pussy, rubbing her through the soaked fabric.
She arches, her breath stuttering, her thighs opening for me like a goddamn invitation.
"Is this what you want, angel?" I ask, my voice nothing but grit and need.
"More," she whispers, her voice breaking. "Please, Stone, more."
She doesn't even realize her dress is hiked up to her hips, or that I'm already tugging her panties to the side, desperate to feel her with nothing between us. She doesn't realize it until my thumb parts her slit.
"Oh!" she cries then, her hips lifting from the desk. Her body melts, her legs spreading further.
"Christ, look at you," I groan, my eyes locked on the sight of my hand between her legs, her juices coating my fingers. She's so fucking wet, so pretty. Her clit is swollen and begging for attention, her little hole clenching like it's begging for me to fuck it here and now.
I can't resist pushing a finger inside just to watch it disappear. Just to feel the way she clamps around it and whines and moans.
And then I can't resist dropping to my knees to take a taste. I tell myself I'll just take one, but I know that's a lie. There won't be just one taste with her. I'm going to gorge myself on her, eat until nothing exists but her honey and pleasure.
I lock eyes with her as I spread her thighs wide, the drag of my palms up her skin making her shiver from head to toe. She's staring at me like she's afraid I'll vanish if she looks away, but that's just not going to happen. I'm here. I'm never fucking leaving.
Her pussy is right there, flushed and dripping. I can't stop myself from just…looking. I thumb her lips open, watch the way her clit throbs, see her hole flutter every time her breath hitches. She's squeezing my finger so tight it's almost painful.
"Stone," she sobs, clutching at my hair, yanking just enough that I want to laugh. If she thinks she's in charge, she's dead wrong.
I flatten my tongue against her and just…fucking go.
She cries out, jerking on my hair, her boots digging into my back. I push her thighs wider and lick her again, her taste hitting me like a fist. It's sweet and sharp, addicting as hell.
Her whole body arches up off the desk, my name ringing out around us.
I fuck her with my tongue, alternating the pressure until she's a writhing mess, whimpering and moaning and begging for more.
Every time I circle her clit, she loses her mind a little more.
She fists both hands in my hair, yanking me closer, like she's trying to crawl inside me, or maybe crawl out of herself.
I don't know. I don't care. I just want her to break.
She does. God, she breaks so beautifully
She fists my hair, her thighs trembling, her whole body arching off the desk as she moans my name. The hot rush of her orgasm coats my tongue as she shakes and convulses, shattering into pieces.
"I'm going to wreck this perfect fucking thing, angel," I growl, licking her through her orgasm. "Make it mine."
"Yes!" she chokes.
"You want it, angel? You want me inside you?"
"Please," she whimpers, still writhing.
"Say it, Seraphina. Tell me what you want." I'll give her anything, but I need the words. I need this to be her choice, not something she feels like she has to do.
"Fuck me, Stone!" she cries.
It's not a request. It's a goddamn command.
I groan, hauling myself to my feet, my legs shaking. My hands shake too as I rip through my fly and wrap my fist around my cock, dragging it free of my pants.
Her gaze falls on it, a soft whimper leaving her lips.
I step up between her legs, my eyes locked with hers.
"Watch," I order, tipping her head down with my free hand tangled in her hair so she can see the way she takes me. I want her to see it. I want her to see how good we look together when I'm inside her, ruining her.
I slide into her in one slow, savage thrust, my entire body lighting up as I fill her. The heat of her pussy, the desperate whimper as she stretches around me—I'm gone. Just fucking done for.
She's so tight, so impossibly soft. I have no control. None. Her head drops back, and I watch the shock and pleasure ripple across her face as I bottom out.
"Stone," she gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders, her nails raking through my shirt and into my skin. I don't mind the sting. If anything, it's fuel.
I brace her on the edge of her desk, one hand digging into the small of her back to keep her steady as I draw out and then drive in again, harder. Her whole body rocks with it, the desk creaking beneath us.
I never want to stop.
I never want to let her go.
"You feel that?" I growl, fighting not to lose it after two strokes. "How perfect you are for me?"
She can't even speak. All she can do is nod, her eyes locked on mine, full of awe, disbelief, and hunger.
I slow down, wanting to make it last, to memorize the way her lips part on every gasp, the way her thighs squeeze tighter with every thrust.
"Stone. Oh, oh my god—" She rocks toward me, greedy for anything I'll give.
I slam into her again, hard enough that something—her mug or a pen holder—crashes to the floor. She doesn't even care. She just digs her nails in deeper and arches into me.
She's not quiet. She's not shy, not here, not like this. She moans, her breath hitching every time I roll my hips and grind deep.
"More," she begs. "Don't stop, don't stop."
I don't.
She digs her nails into my arms, clawing. The pain is so sweet, so hers, that it sends me straight into the fucking sun.
I fuck her like a madman, pounding into her again and again.
She comes apart, writhing around me, her pussy milking my cock in tight, greedy pulses. The sight and feel of it—the way she shatters for me—yanks me straight over the edge with her.
I barely manage to groan her name, half-choked and snarling, as I spill inside her, my hips jerking helplessly.
We collapse together, fused and shaking, her hair wild where my hands are knotted in it.
I brace one arm on the desk to keep from crushing her, my forehead pressed to hers as we gasp for breath. Her cheeks are tear-streaked and flushed, her lashes clumped and beautiful. She looks ruined. She looks like she's never been more alive.
"Beautiful," I whisper. "You're so fucking beautiful, Seraphina."
"Stone," she whimpers in response, clinging like I'm the only thing in the world she wants.