Page 4 of The Coach

Her hands reach for my shirt, and she grabs fistfuls of fabric, pulling me into her. I reach low, pulling her to me and letting her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her against the wall, I grasp her shirt with my hands, yanking it over her head unceremoniously and pulling her mouth back to mine.

Her fingernails scrape my scalp, making me moan and my erection grow harder against her center.

I reach for her bra and yank the cups down, revealing her luscious, gorgeous breasts. I take a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around it, her moans and loud panting hitting my ear.

I fucking love a woman who is loud during sex. Not only is it a major turn-on but it guides me to know when what I’m doing is pleasing her.

And hell, did I want to please Mick.

“Tanner, please,” she begs, and I pick her up against me. Her shoes go flying off her feet at the movement, and we make our way into the bedroom.

I throw her onto the bed, and she giggles as her hair flies around her. Her pale skin glows in the moonlight streaming through my bedroom window, and she smiles up at me teasingly.

I grasp her ankles in my hands and lean over her, growling in a low, tortured voice, “How far will you let me go, Mick?”

Her smile fades as lust overtakes her expression. “How hard are you willing to work?”

I smirk at her and reach for my shirt, ripping it over my head and letting her get her fill. I was a hockey player for years, and I continued my training with the teams I’ve worked with over the years. So yeah, I appreciated the look.

“Oh fuck me,” she mumbles, and I cock my head, looking at her like she’s my next meal.

“Oh I will,” I reply, stepping out of my jeans and standing before her in just my boxers.

She unbuttons her pants, and I take over, sliding them down her legs so she’s in just her panties, her bra still exposing her breasts for me, and I swallow hard. She was, “Fucking beautiful,” I finish the thought out loud, watching her blush slightly.

I want nothing more than to take her slender wrists and wrap my tie around them, securing her to the headboard and worship her body. But that would have to be for another time.

Not only was I harder than steel and not able to think past getting deep inside of her, but we’ve both had a few beers. The first time I got her back here with me and we did anything remotely close to that, I needed to know she could handle it and not scare her away.

Maybe that would take place in the morning.

I start low, kissing my way up her legs and between her thighs. She shudders a sigh and looks down at me. With a subtle nod, I tear her panties off. She gasps and looks down at me in shock before laughing.

I chuckle along with her, but both of our laughter abruptly ends when I run my tongue along her seam, feeling her wet folds clench in anticipation.

“Relax, baby,” I tell her, resting a hand on her belly and smiling when she places her hand over my own. We continue to hold hands as I lap at her, taking as much as she’s willing to give me.

She moans my name loudly, and that steel pipe I was experiencing before grows harder as she comes on my tongue.

I let her calm back down before moving her body higher onto the bed. I reach into the nightstand and open the brand new box of condoms I’d placed there, ripping one open and placing it on in record time. She lays there pliant for a moment before her hands reach for me, and she pulls me down by my head, taking my tongue in her mouth and sucking hard.

I growl into her mouth, hiking her legs up around my hips and thrusting into her in one solid move. She groans, her nails digging into my shoulders as she adjusts to my size.

I was no slouch in the size department and probably should have gone slower, but I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

Staring into her eyes, she smiles at me and nods. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Her grin broadens, and she gives a subtle shake of her head. “Shut up and fuck me, Tanner.”

The green light she just gave me is like a glowing neon sign above her head. I pull out again and slam back into her, our moans twin symphonies as we ride it out together. I take her hands in mine, placing them above her head and holding her with one hand, pulsing in and out of her as fast as my body allows.

I feel her tighten around me, and her arms strain against mine as she reaches orgasm again, moaning loud enough for my neighbors to hear.

I remove my hand from hers, and in as quick a move as I can manage, I flip her over, placing her cheek to the mattress. I lift her hips before quickly slipping into her again, taking advantage of the angle and pumping into her until I come.

I moan when I do, listening to her panting into the bed. I lay my body over hers for a moment, reveling in the heat of it, in the softness of her skin. She was fucking perfect.

When I’m finally able to move, I slip out of her and discard the condom in the bathroom trash, grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water. I return to the bed, finding her lying on her side, a sated smile on her face.

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