Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Taking a shower with my coach in the dark. Didn’t happen. Gotcha,” she smarts off.
I twist the knob and take delight in her squeal when the icy water rains down on the both of us. I sure as hell need it to calm my dick down.
“You ass!”
Laughing, I set her to her feet but don’t let go in case she falls again. “I’ve been called worse.”
“You’re soaking through your clothes,” she says as she clings to my wet shirt.
The light from the infirmary just outside the shower room casts an eerie glow on her pretty face. Water runs down overhead and I become fixated on her parted lips. I’m in the shower with my naked teenage student. Fuck…this is bad.
And things go from bad to worse.
I cup her cheek and run my thumb over her bottom lip. I’m contemplating kissing her. How fucking psychotic is that? She stops gripping my shirt and slides her palms up over my shoulders to link her fingers behind my neck. This feels too intimate. I’m hanging on by a thread here.
“What would you do if I kissed you?” she murmurs, her eyes hooded as she looks up at me.
“Don’t,” I whisper. “Please.”
“Please kiss you?”
“No.”
And the dirty little girl disobeys. Her perfect lips fuse to mine in a sweet kiss. So fucking innocent. The thread snaps and I change the rules. Hell, I break them. I devour that innocence and push my tongue into her delicious mouth. The little vixen climbs me like a tree. Sore muscles, my ass. Our tongues dance together and I confirm that she, in fact, has a tongue ring. Her muscular legs hook around my waist and my palms find her smooth bottom.
“Everett,” she moans against my mouth.
I groan and walk her to the wall. She cries out in pleasure when my cock rubs against her pussy; the only thing separating us is my track pants. I kiss her hard as I grind against her. I’m lost in this careless moment with her, oblivious to the consequences. All I want is her right now.
“River,” I snarl. “This isn’t happening.”
She sucks on my bottom lip. “Nope. All a dream.”
“Just this one time,” I tell her. “I’ll kiss you and then it’s over.”
Her body shudders with the promise of an orgasm. I want my fingers inside her but they’re still covered in athletic cream. Plus, that would be wrong. Coaches don’t finger their sexy students. But this one sure as hell wants to.
“A kiss and an orgasm,” she moans. “Agreed.”
I make a garbled sound but don’t deny her. I thrust my hips against her and nearly black out with pleasure at how I can feel her hot pussy through my thin pants. God, what I wouldn’t give to pull them down and impale her tight cunt.
“Do you like that, Emo?” I groan as I find a rhythm that has her clawing at my neck. “You want Coach’s throbbing cock inside of you?”
“Yesss!”
“No, beautiful,” I admonish and suck on her lip. “The answer is no.”
She cries out. “Please!”
“No, baby. As much as I want to fuck your pretty cunt, I can’t. I’ll get fired. I’m stealing this moment with you and then we have to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“But it feels so good,” she argues. Her entire body starts to quake.
“I know. It would feel so much better if my cock was stretching you out,” I rumble. “I would hurt you, baby. I would hurt you so good.”
Her body seems to explode in my arms. She screams my name and goddamn if I don’t love that sound on her lips. I’m about to nut in my pants so the moment she stops shaking, I set her to her feet.
“River…” I trail off. I want tell her how beautiful she is. How dangerous she is to my career and reputation because I won’t be able to quit her now that I’ve had a taste. So much I want to say to the young woman in my arms. And yet, I can’t bring myself to finish.
“Yeah, Coach?”
“Shower, Emo,” I mutter, not saying any of those sentiments on the tip of my tongue. “Then I’ll take you home.”
“I’m starving,” she complains from the passenger seat. “Want to grab dinner?”
I steal a glance at her. After her shower, she dressed in her tiny shorts she’d worn to school earlier but didn’t put the leggings back on underneath. There’s no way in hell I’m taking her to a restaurant when she looks good enough to be on the menu.
“Eat at home,” I suggest, my eyes rolling in irritation.
“Cereal again,” she mutters.
“No,” I instruct, “after that workout, you need protein.”
“Tell that to my mother.”
“I will as soon as I meet her,” I challenge.
“Cooking isn’t exactly her thing.” She shrugs. “Besides, she won’t be home anyway. They never are.”
Guilt sluices through me. I recognize the loneliness in her tone. I know lonely. Against my better judgment, I change directions and head toward my house. She’s quiet as we drive, her gaze out the dark window. I can’t take my eyes off of her. I’m still in denial that I seduced my student. Fuck. Without her eye makeup and her hair messy, she somehow looks hotter. And younger.