Page 70 of Behind the Bench

I’m going to kill him. I lift myself up on my hands to protest and he grabs my hips to flip me over. He tugs my hips up so I’m on all fours. The next thing I know, his hand is wrapped around my hair and he’s pulling my head up and back toward him.

I feel the head of his cock at my entrance, but he hasn’t pushed in yet. Desperate, I push back into him, trying to do it myself. He pushes my hips away and I feel his body lean into mine.

“Someone is impatient,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my neck.

His lips and tongue work their way down my spine as he kisses my tattoo. “Impatient? You’ve almost edged me to death three times now. Fuck me hard, Lincoln. I can take it. Iwantit.”

Lincoln inches back up toward my ear with his mouth. “As you wish, Coach.” And then he’s slamming into me from behind.

With both hands on my hips, he fucks me hard and without resolve. I rock back into him with each thrust and it only takes about three more before I’m shattering below him. I do my best to hold myself up, but my arms nearly give out. I catch myself but Lincoln curls his arm around my waist to hold me up anyway. He continues to rock me from behind as he works toward his own release. Each thrust is a shock to my system as my orgasm lingers. My pussy is extra sensitive and the pleasure is almost too much to handle.

It’s not long before his body stills and he’s fully seated inside of me. I can feel him swell and then his body shakes with his release. We’re both panting and sweating when he finally pulls out of me.

I mourn the loss of him immediately as my body collapses onto the bed. I don’t move an inch. Ican’tmove an inch.

Lincoln makes his way into the bathroom that’s connected to his bedroom and I do my best to catch my breath. The bedslightly moves as he climbs back into it. He gently pushes my legs apart and wipes the inside of my legs with a warm washcloth he must’ve gotten from the bathroom.

“Can you roll over for me, baby?” he asks, still crouching next to me on the bed.

By some miracle, I find the strength to roll over toward him. He wipes the front of me before leaning down to give me a quick kiss on the lips. “I’ll be right back.”

Fighting exhaustion, I somehow manage to sit up against his headboard. The cool wood has me sucking in a breath. But it’s nothing compared to the breath I take when Lincoln makes his way back into his bedroom. His body is illuminated by the light that shines from the bathroom, and he’s standing there in all of his glory—completely naked and magnificent.

He slowly walks to the side of the bed and hands me a glass of water. “Here, take these,” he says as he drops two pills into my outstretched palm. “You might be a little sore after that. But holy fuck, Ellie. That was unbelievable.” He makes his way around his bed and climbs in so he’s sitting next to me against his headboard.

I pop the pills in my mouth and gulp them down with a drink of water. I take one more sip of water before setting the glass down on his nightstand and turn toward him.

It takes me a minute to realize the gravity of this situation. Me and Lincoln, sitting completely naked in his bed, after the most mind-blowing sex of my life. This should probably totally freak me out and I should probably be spiraling, chalking this up to a moment of weakness. Instead, I find myself completely satisfied and content for the first time in far too long.

Leaning my head back against his headboard, I can’t help but smile at this man next to me.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asks while pushing my hair out of my face. It’s a complete messafter he basically used the strands of my hair like the reins of a horse as he rode me from behind.

“I can’t believe that just happened. But more surprisingly, I can’t believe I want to do it again already.”

Laughing, Lincoln reaches over and puts his arm around my neck and pulls me into his chest.

“I never thought we’d ever be here either, Blondie.”

“Shit. I didn’t mean to call you Blondie. It just slipped out.” Panicking, I pull back to meet Ellie’s eyes and am relieved to see she’s smiling. Hell, she’s not smiling, she’s laughing at me.

Her body shakes with laughter and I pull her back into me. “Keep laughing at me and I’m gonna make you pay for it later,” I say, teasing this gorgeous woman in my arms.

“Don’t tease me with a good time,” she says before turning her head and planting a kiss on my chest.

How is this even real life?

Ellie isn’t the only one surprised by this situation. Have I always found her attractive? Absolutely. But this is more than that. The way her body fits with mine, and the feeling I have right now, having her in my arms, is so much more than lust.

I want to know everything there is to know about this woman. It’s that realization that has me asking my next question.

“Stay the night with me?”

Ellie pulls back so she’s staring at me, and I think she’s about to bail. I can see the hesitancy in her eyes. Before she can say no, I cut her off. “We can order Chinese, go for round two, watch a movie. Whatever you want. Just…stay?”

She surprises me next by leaning in and giving me a slow, lingering kiss on the lips. She pulls back just enough so our lips are barely touching. “Look who’s begging now?”

I roll her over onto her back and start tickling her sides until she’s completely out of breath.

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