Page 36 of Resilient Love

“Anything else before I resume the show?” she taunts, one elegant brow raised in question.

“Yes, Elise. I like itrough.The harder and more depraved, the better. If you don’t want me to fuck that pretty throat of yours, you’re going to have to tell me now.”

She blinds me with a wide smile that shows off the top row of her pearly white teeth, her pointed canines the only thing grounding me to reality, reminding me that this woman will ruin me if I let her. “Look at that, something we can agree on,” she says, digging her slender fingers into my shorts again, conversation officially forgotten—the way I prefer. I lift my ass, making it easier for her to slide them down over my thighs.

My dick is fully erect, bobbing forward. It nearly smacks her in the eye, but she dodges it by an inch. “Jesus Christ, all this time you’ve been walking around with a weapon capable of nuclear warfare, and youstillhave a piss-poor attitude?” she asks, shaking her head as she stares at my dick with a scrutinising gaze, wrapping a hand around the base. “If I were a man and had a cock this big, you wouldn’t be able to pay me to wipe the smug smile off my face,” she says, pumping her hand up my shaft and squeezing tightly.

I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. Her tongue darts out, catching the bead of precum forming on the tip, and her moan nearly brings me to my knees.

“New plan get the fuck up and ride my cock,” I demand.

A small smile plays on her pretty pink lips, and I know whatever she’s about to do isnotgoing to be what I asked for.

“No can do, Coach,” she whispers, her voice soft and playful. “You said to suck you off, and I’m nothing if not a team player.”

She opens her mouth wide, practically unhinging her jaw, swallowing me whole. “Jesus fucking hell.” I groan, nostrils flaring, my balls tensing as I do my damndest not to shoot my load down her throat already.

She slides her tongue along the underside of my cock, cupping my balls in one hand and the base in the other, twisting her hand to apply the perfect amount of friction as she slobbers all over me. Now IknowI’m addicted.

That’s the last coherent thought I have as she sucks and swirls, bobbing her head as she moans around me, the vibration making me feel weak in the knees. Thank fuck I’m sitting.

My fingers dig into her scalp as I wrench her off of me, white-hot heat searing down my spine as she lightly drags her teeth up my dick.

She rolls her eyes at me, but there’s a hint of a smile when she grips the edge of the desk, hauling herself up.

“So, Coach, how was that?” she asks, batting her thick lashes at me, swiping the back of her hand over her swollen lips.

I shake my head, gripping her hips, and spin her to face my desk before pinning her hands to it. She shivers as I bite her shoulder and run my lips up the side of her neck, nudging her entrance with the head of my dick.

“Good start,peligrosa, but practice makes perfect,” I whisper.

I grip the base of my cock, swiping the engorged head through her slick heat, notching at the entrance of her tight pussy, but her entire body goes rigid. My eyes widen, and I pull out immediately. “What’s wrong? Was that not okay?” I ask.

She huffs out a sigh, turning in my arms to sit on the edge of the desk.

“Do you have a condom?” She tilts her head to the side, hope lacing her words.

My stomach drops to my toes as I hiss out a breath. “Fuck, I’m so fucking sorry, Elise,” I say, dragging a hand through my hair. “I got carried away, and I?—”

She presses a hand to my chest. “No, it’s fine, it’s not that I don’t want it—wantyou,” she corrects, “it’s just that I’m on birth control, but one of the medications I take decreases the efficacy of my OCP, and as you can probably imagine, I have less than zero interest in getting pregnant right now.”

Understanding works its way under my skin, slowly seeping into my blood and making its way to my brain. I nod heavily, my dick pulsing to remind me that he’s down there, waiting to be dealt with.

I run a hand up her arm, and my body sings when goosebumps erupt in a trail left by my fingers. I cup her jaw, dragging her eyes to mine.

“I understand,” I tell her, the moment sobering us both. “I don’t have a condom, but that’s probably for the best. And for your peace of mind, I get tested frequently and haven’t been with anyone since before the last time I was tested. I’m happy to send you that report as well. We just”—I clear my throat—“had a momentary lapse in judgement. It was fun, but it won’t happen again. Anything more would be too intimate anyway.”

She swallows thickly, running her hands up my chest. She cups my cheeks, drawing me in for a mind-blowing kiss that leaves me breathless.

I’ve never had a goodbye kiss, but there’s no mistaking it.That’s exactly what this is.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

SATURDAY, APRIL 26

I’ve been crawlingout of my skin, doing my best to stay busy and keep my mind occupied. The fact that I can’t tell my friends about what happened today is driving me up the damn wall. I want to be able to talk tosomeoneabout it. Anyone!

God, it’s so frustrating.

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