Page 83 of Behind the Bench

His knuckles are now white with the strength of his grip on the couch cushions. I rub my center along his cock, my wetness coating him as I do.

Lincoln picks his head up and, if there wasn’t a tie hiding them, I know those beautiful emerald eyes would be burning into mine right now.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Ellie.” It comes out in a rasp, a hidden plea behind his words. He wants to feel me as much as I want to feel him.

We’ve been together for weeks now, and even though we’ve talked about it, we’ve never gone without a condom. But there’s a part of me that wants tonight to be different. I want to feel every single inch of him inside of me. The primal need to be as close to him as humanly possible has me confessing, “I want to feel all of you tonight. Can I?”

My hands are on his chest and I can feel how rapid his heart is beating below them. He doesn’t say anything for a moment and I’m afraid I may have crossed an invisible line we drew in the sand. Just when I’m about to apologize and say forget it, his voice interrupts me.

“Take this tie off me, Ellie.”

Lincoln’s words steal my attention, and it’s at this moment I realize that although he may be the one blindfolded at my mercy, hegaveme that power. Even though I hold the power now, I’m the one ready to submit to him. He’s been in charge of my body from the moment we started whatever this is between us. This moment only reaffirms that for me.

I remove the tie from his eyes and toss it behind me. Lincoln’s eyes lock onto mine with a type of intensity I’ve never seen from him before. The look he’s giving me sends a shiver through my body and ignites a pulse between my legs.

“I needed your eyes on mine. Now ask me again.”

The pounding in his chest intensifies, and my hands have a mind of their own, moving up to wrap around the back of his neck. This may have started off as just sex for fun, but I’m realizing it’s so much more than that. I’m falling hard and fast. I want nothing between us tonight.

Looking into his eyes, neither of us daring to even blink, I ask again. “Can I feel all of you tonight, Lincoln?”

He moves his arms from the back of the couch, all earlier rules forgotten, and holds my face in his hands. “It would be my honor, Coach.” And then our lips are crashing together with the intensity of wildfire.

We both break apart at the same time, our chests heaving, but never looking away from each other. My hands hold onto Lincoln’s shoulders as I lift up onto my knees and hover above him. One of his hands holds my hip while his other hand reaches between us. He guides his tip to my entrance and rubs himself back and forth along me. His name slips through my lips on a moan and I bite my lip.

Finally, he pushes down on my hip and it’s all the permission I need to sink down onto him. A sigh escapes my mouth as he completely fills me. We both pause once I take him fully, our hearts pounding in unison. Our bodies lock into place, as if the pieces of a puzzle are finally coming together. With his eyes on mine and only our breaths to be heard, a silent promise is made between us. No words need to be spoken to know that this moment will mark both of us forever.

Lincoln reaches behind my head and grabs my neck, pulling my mouth to his as we both start moving as one. My hips are moving in slow circles as he thrusts up into me. He’s hitting something inside of me that has me moaning into his mouth. But he’s also hitting something inside of my heart that I’ve kept locked away from everyone. I’m letting him in in a way I’ve never dared to before.

The realization hits me like the force of a Mack truck, tears threaten to fill my eyes. I have to pull back and look atthe man who has completely turned my world upside down. How can one man, one moment, change everything for a person?

Just like he always does, Lincoln reads every emotion on my face. His body stills as mine continues to seek release. He reaches one hand up and strokes my cheek with his thumb. “Let go, Ellie. I’ve got you.”

His words are a match strike, setting me ablaze. Stars dance across my eyes before my vision goes black and I’m overcome with an orgasm that rocks my entire being. I throw my head back and scream his name. I’m gripping his shoulders like if I don’t hold tight enough, I may never catch my breath again. He starts to thrust into me, hard and unrelenting as he seeks his own release. With each thrust my orgasm amplifies, and I’m afraid I may pass out from its intensity.

Lincoln gives one more thrust and then his body stills as his release fills me. My body collapses onto him and he holds me against him as the last waves of our orgasms descend together. He moves my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.

Not a word is said as we both try to catch our breaths. After a few minutes of him holding me in his arms, I finally find the strength to sit up.

He keeps his arms wrapped around me as I drape mine around his shoulders and lower my forehead to his.

Breathlessly, I try to find the words to describe the moment. “That was…amazing.”

His arms unlock from my waist and his hands find my cheeks. Gently, he pushes me back until my eyes have nowhere to look but his.

“No, Ellie. That was everything.”

The front door slams and I jolt upright in my bed. Looking to my left at my clock, it shows that it’s just after midnight. Right on time. Glass shattering against the wall has me jumping out of bed and rushing to my door. Slowly, I turn my door knob, praying to anyone who will listen that he doesn’t hear it turn. Opening my door just enough so I can peek out with one eye, I see my mother against the kitchen wall, sobbing silently behind her hands, shards of a broken plate scattered at her feet. I thank the stars above that it missed and hit the wall next to her, but who knows if she’ll be as lucky next time.

My dad stumbles his way around the kitchen table and gets right up in my mom’s face. “Who the fuck were you talking to?”

My mother’s entire body shakes as she sobs and she shakes her head along with it before she responds. “It was just Jackie. She was calling to see if Lincoln’s feeling any better.”

I missed school today due to the swollen lip my dad hand delivered to me over the weekend. Usually, I head to my Aunt Jackie’s house after school on Mondays and wait for Mom to come pick me up. I guess since I didn’t show up today she was worried and called my mom. My aunt and uncle aren’t oblivious, they have to know something isn’t right in this house, but Mom denies it time and time again. I keep my mouth shut, if only to make her happy. What else is a nine-year-oldsupposed to do?

A loud bang has me throwing the door open and rushing out into the kitchen. Before I know what I’m doing, I’m stepping in between my mom and dad, as if I can provide any type of defense for her.

An evil laugh escapes my dad’s mouth, and the stench of alcohol is like a slap across the face. It’s so strong, I have no idea how he made it home. Sometimes we’re lucky and he’ll pass out on a barstool or outside and we can avoid these terrifying moments. Unfortunately for us, his alcohol rage is in full force tonight.

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