9. Chapter 9 #3
His grip tightens, his fingers fisting in my dark strands, and the control instantly shifts. He holds me steady and starts thrusting shallowly into my mouth, fucking my face with slow, deliberate strokes.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Fuck, your mouth feels incredible, Coach.”
I moan loudly around him; the vibration making him curse. Just when his cock swells thicker and his rhythm falters, he yanks me off with a firm tug of my hair.
“I don’t want to come just yet,” he rasps, pulling me up into a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue claiming mine. “I want you, Whit.”
His hands find my zipper, and this time, I don’t stop him. He slides it down slowly, peeling the dress off my body, the fabric pooling at my feet, leaving me in just my lace bra and panties.
As he stands from the couch, he scoops me up and throws me over his broad shoulder like I weigh nothing.
“JB!” I yelp, laughing breathlessly as he carries me through the suite to the bedroom, and he whacks my ass playfully.
Giving me no time to recover after he drops me onto the huge bed, he’s on me, kissing me deeply as his hand makes its way under my panties. His long fingers stroke my slick pussy before he pushes two of them inside me.
My hips roll against his fingers, and my hands thread through his hair, needing more. “JB, please—”
He seemingly ignores me, kissing down my neck as he whispers sweet nothings across my skin. “You’re beautiful.” Another kiss. “You feel so good.” He sucks marks into my collarbone as he peels off my bra so he can worship my breasts.
His mouth is hot and hungry, his tongue swirling around each nipple until I’m whimpering and arching into him. He tugs my panties down my legs as he kisses lower.
The second his lips brush the top of my slit, I pull him up by the hair.
“I need you, JB. Please.”
His eyes study mine. “You sure you want this?”
Swallowing, I nod. “Yes.”
“Okay. Let me get a condom.”
Before he can move off me, I grab his arm, holding him in place. “No need. I’m on the pill..”
He takes in a sharp breath. “Are you sure?”
“JB. Please. I need you.”
JB leans forward, kissing me deeply as he settles between my spread thighs. His thick cock nudges at my entrance, but he doesn’t push in right away. Instead, he rests his forehead against mine, breathing with me, letting the moment stretch.
“Look at me, Whit,” he whispers.
I open my eyes and meet his gaze—dark and intense. The raw hunger is still there, but it feels a little different now.
He pushes in slowly, one careful inch at a time, stretching me open with a delicious burn. We both moan softly as he sinks deeper until he’s finally buried to the hilt inside me. For a long moment, he just stays there.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans against my mouth. “I could stay buried in you forever, Whit.”
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I slide my hands up his back and start to roll my hips. His powerful muscles shift under my palms as he moves inside me.
We never stop kissing. Soft and slow at first, then deeper, more desperate as the pleasure builds. His hips roll in a steady rhythm, grinding against me with every thrust so my clit gets constant friction. Every time he bottoms out, a soft, needy sound escapes me.
“JB...” I whimper, clinging to him.
“Fuck, Whit…” he groans into my neck, his teeth biting down gently. “You feel amazing.”
He keeps going at a slow, devastating pace, whispering against my skin between kisses—how perfect I feel around him, how beautiful I look beneath him, how he never wants this to end. The intensity keeps rising, but it never feels frantic. It feels like we’re melting into each other.
My orgasm builds gradually, and when it finally crashes over me, I cry out, clenching hard around his cock, my whole body trembling as waves of pleasure roll through me.
JB groans my name, his rhythm faltering as he follows me over the edge. He buries himself as deep as he can and comes hard, pulsing inside me with a low, guttural moan, filling me.
He collapses on top of me, and we stay like that for a long time, breathing together with his forehead pressed to mine as the aftershocks work their way through both of us.
The high doesn’t last long because my brain starts to overthink with questions I don’t want to ask out loud.
What are we? Can this go on longer than tonight? Do you want it to? Do you want me like I want you?
“You okay?” he asks quietly.
“What time is your bus tomorrow?” It’s the only thing I feel like I can say without coming across as desperate.
“Midday,” he answers, as he pulls himself up so he can look at me below.
“Okay.”
I still don’t feel better. He’s softening inside me, and I can’t help but think that I’ve completely screwed myself over by letting myself get screwed by him.
JB presses a kiss to my forehead, and the noise in my brain starts to quiet. The second his mouth drops to my nipple, and he lavishes it with attention, it goes completely.
“Stop overthinking, Coach,” he says between kisses, his cock hardening inside me. “Let’s enjoy tonight and figure things out tomorrow.”
I close my eyes and relax against the pillow.
He’s right. Tomorrow can wait.