Page 18 of The Coach

Her hands grip the sheets. I grin, looking up at her as I press a kiss to the sensitive spot just inside her hip.

Her breath is uneven, her chest rising and falling as she watches me. Her fingers twist in the sheets, and the soft, pleading sound that escapes her lips is enough to make me lose my mind.

“Jackson,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I want it. I need itnow.”

“Patience really isn’t your thing, is it?” I tease, brushing my lips just above the crease of her thigh, where her skin is soft and impossibly warm. Her thighs part instinctively, inviting me closer, and I press a trail of kisses along the inside of her leg, savoring every shiver that ripples through her body.

“Not when you’re torturing me,” she breathes, her voice breaking on the last word.

I smirk, gripping her hips gently to keep her steady as I lower myself between her legs. She’s already glistening, the sight of her undoing me completely. “I’m just trying to not to rush this moment,” I whisper, the words more to myself than to her. “You taste as good as you look, don’t you?”

She doesn’t have time to respond before I lean in, my tongue brushing against her in a slow, deliberate stroke. Her entire body jolts, her back arching off the bed as she lets out a low, shuddering moan.

“Fuck,” she gasps, her hands flying to my hair, tangling in the strands as she tries to pull me closer. “Jackson, oh my God.”

I grin against her, the sound of her voice making me hungrier. I press my tongue flat against her again, this time moving with more purpose, finding the rhythm that makes her thighs tremble against my shoulders. Her taste is intoxicating, her body responding to every flick of my tongue, every small movement designed to drive her insane.

“Yes, you do,” I growl.

Her hips start to move, grinding against me as her breaths come faster, more ragged. “You’re so good at that,” she moans, her voice desperate. “So fucking good.”

I slide my hands up her thighs, gripping her firmly to hold her steady as I increase the pressure, my tongue circling her sensitive clit before flicking over it again and again. She gasps, her head tipping back against the pillows, and the way her body shudders beneath me sends a rush of pride—and pure lust—through me.

“Ivy,” I grit out against her, my voice low and rough. “I want to hear you fall apart.”

She’s trembling now, her thighs pressing against my hands as I keep her exactly where I want her. I tease her entrance with my fingers before slipping one inside, then another, curling them in just the right way to hit that spot that makes her cry out. My mouth doesn’t leave her, my tongue working in tandem with my fingers, building her higher and higher.

“Jackson, I—oh, God,” she gasps, her voice breaking as her body tenses. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I can feel the way her muscles tighten around my fingers, the way her legs begin to shake uncontrollably.

She’s right on the edge, and I press her there, refusing to let up as she finally shatters.

“…I’m coming.”

Her moan is loud, raw, her body arching off the bed as the waves of her orgasm crash through her. She’s trembling, her breaths coming in uneven gasps as I slow my movements, drawing out every last second of her release.

I kiss my way back up her body, savoring the taste of her skin as her trembling slows, her breaths still uneven and ragged. When I reach her lips, I press my mouth to hers, letting the heat simmer between us again, her body soft and pliant beneath mine. She sighs into the kiss, her fingers trailing down my chest, her touch igniting me all over again.

“That was incredible.”

I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, my lips brushing her ear as I whisper, “Oh, we’re not done, baby.”

Her breath hitches, her cheeks flushed, but there’s a spark of anticipation in her eyes, the kind that makes my chest tighten with want.

I let my hand slide down her side, gripping her hip firmly. “Now you’re gonna ride me until you come again.”

Her gasp melts into a soft, shaky laugh, and the way her lips curve into a smile tells me she’s ready for whatever comes next.

Chapter Five

IVY

"Ride me, Ivy," Jackson rumbles, his voice rough and full of need as he flips onto his back. His body glistens with sweat, his toned six-pack catching the shadowy light, looking so damn sexy I can barely breathe. And then there’sthat thing between his legs—huge, hard, and impossibly thick. The sight alone sends a fresh wave of heat rushing through me.

My thighs tremble as I crawl on top of him, straddling his hips, facing him. His hands rest on my waist, his grip firm, grounding me as I hover over him, my body already aching to take him. His blue eyes lock onto mine, blazing with intensity, and the look on his face is enough to undo me.

“Take what you want, baby,” he grits out, his voice like gravel. “I’m yours.”

My breath catches, the tip of him pressing against me. I let myself sink down slowly.

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