Page 82 of Behind the Bench

Biting her lip, mischief clear in her eyes, she removes my tie from my neck. Turning it over in her hands, she gives it a long stroke. I’ve never been jealous of a tie before.

She slides the tie back around my neck and pulls me to her for a kiss. It’s slow and sensual and I know if she’d ask me to bring her the moon, I’d find a way to do it.

When she finally breaks our kiss she gives me that evil smirk I love so much. “Tonight, I’m the boss, Lincoln. Now lean forward so I can tie this around your eyes. No peeking and no touching. If you touch, I’ll tie those up too.”

Oh. My. God.

Lincoln leans his head forward the slightest bit and I wrap the tie around his eyes and tie it in a double knot at the back of his head. I run my hands through his hair once before giving it a nice tug so his head is lifted, exposing his neck. “I know you love pulling my hair so much, but I gotta admit, I’m a pretty big fan of pulling yours too.” My mouth finds his neck and I’m a woman possessed. I nip, lip, suck, and repeat until I feel his arms lift from the couch. “What did I say about touching?”

An agonizing groan is all the response I get, but Lincoln obeys and rests his arms on the back of the couch again.

He’s wearing far too many clothes right now, so I make quick work of removing his shirt. I swear this man is a living, breathing, Greek god. His pectoral muscles distract me for a hot second and then I start undoing his belt. Once that’s out of the way, I slink down to the ground so I can work on his pants. His muscular thighs make this task a bit harder than removing his shirt, so I bark out another order.

“Up.”

He lifts his hips. I let him stay hovering above the couch for a moment, just to make him sweat a little bit. After aminute I remove his pants and boxer briefs in one quick motion.

“Good boy.”

I toss them to the side and sit back on my heels to admire the man in front of me. Sitting like this reminds me I still have this damn belt on, so I make quick work of removing it, tossing it behind me.

Lincoln is restless, his body squirming just the tiniest bit, as if he’s itching to reach out and touch me. His arms stay rested against the couch, and I wait another moment before moving forward just to torture him a bit more.

Now on my knees, I reach down and rest my hands on his thighs. They slowly work their way up to the delicious, sculpted V near his hips. My thumbs graze against his hard shaft, giving just the ghost of a touch on their way past, which has it jutting up so it’s nearly touching his belly button. I’m still not quite sure how that fits inside of me, but the thought alone has me squirming with anticipation.

After a few more teasing touches, I wrap my hand around his thick cock and give it a few hard pulls before bringing my tongue to the tip. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock before I suck the entire thing into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks. Lincoln sucks in a sharp breath.

I remove my mouth from him, but am close enough he can feel my breath on him when I ask, “Does that feel good, Coach?”

“So fucking good, baby.” Lincoln throws his head back against the couch and his hands are fisted in the cushions. As much as I want his hands on me right now, I resist, because the thought of torturing him a little more has arousal dripping down my thighs.

My mouth finds its way back to his cock and I work my tongue along the bottom of his shaft as I slowly work it in and out. It’s only a few seconds before Lincoln starts thrusting his hips up toward me, trying to increase the speed. I graze myteeth along him before popping him out of my mouth. “Who’s greedy now?”

He mutters something I think is a cuss word before settling back on the couch.

“I’m in control, remember? No touching. No moving.” He nods his head once and I move my hand back to him.

I run my fingers along his length, causing him to twitch in my hand, before I slowly work him closer to his release. Alternating between my mouth and hand, Lincoln’s breathing intensifies and I can feel him swelling as he hits the back of my throat. Just when I feel him about ready to explode, I pull my mouth off of him completely.

“Fucking Christ, Ellie. You’re killing me.”

A menacing chuckle leaves my mouth and I glide my hand slowly back down his length. “I seem to remember you almost edging me to death. Not so fun when it’s happening to you, is it?”

Lincoln starts thrusting into my hand again and I release him immediately. “What did I say about moving, Lincoln? I think I’ll take a break and get myself off instead.”

I hear him protest but start rubbing circles against my clit. My other hand slides up my body until I reach my nipple, and I take that between my fingers, giving it a hard pinch. A loud moan escapes my mouth and Lincoln groans in agony.

“It feelssogood,” I say as I work myself closer to climax.

Lincoln’s hands leave the couch for a brief second before he slams them back down and grips the cushions as tightly as he can. Watching him get so worked up, desperate to touch me, has me falling over the cliff into oblivion.

After I come down from my high, I stand and rub my finger up Lincoln’s thigh all the way up his body until I get to his mouth. “Open.”

He takes my finger into his mouth and gives it a hard suck then twirls his tongue around it. “Are you ready to listen?” I ask.

Lincoln nods twice. “Yes, Coach.”

My hands find his shoulders, and I sink down so I’m straddling him again.

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