Page 91 of Coach Me
Fucking hell.
I pick her up from the counter and start to walk to her room. I’m praying that Miles hasn’t left some random ass toy in the hall because I can’t stop kissing her to see where I’m going. The last thing I need right now is to trip over a fucking kid’s toy when I’m trying to use an adult one on Lucie.
Thankfully, we make it to her room, and I lay her down on the yellow bedspread. “Fuck, I should have come in here to begin with. Remind me to make an order for new bedding tomorrow.”
Lucie’s laugh bubbles out of her again, and I swallow it up with my mouth on hers.
“Where’s it at?” I ask in between breaths.
“Nightstand, top drawer,” Lucie whispers.
Finding the willpower to break away from her comes from the fact that I actually need the toy to use it on her, but damn, kissing her is addicting.
Rifling through the drawer like a madman, I finally pull out a little blue bullet vibrator. “This is all you got, Luce?”
“Hey, I wanted discreet and travel-sized.” Lucie snatches it from my hand with a scoff. “Like you said Dex, this is forme.”
Lucie slides off the bed with a wicked smile. “Who said you get to use it?”
“Please, baby.” My hand covers Lucie’s, waiting for her to hand it over, but she doesn’t.
Instead, she pushes me a step back, then sinks down to her knees. “It’s my thing, remember. You said you’d gladly watch. Maybe that could even be my kink—you watching me. Or maybe it’s more dirty talk…”
Lucie hooks her thumbs under my shorts and pulls them down. “You know what, Coach?” Lucie’s hand wraps around my cock as she peers up at me. “Why don’t you coach me through using my vibrator while I suck you?”
“Fuck, Luce.” I reach down and pull my shirt over Lucie’s head, then gather her hair back behind her head, pulling it back so she’s looking up at me. “Be a good girl and give me that toy.”
Lucie’s eyes narrow, and I see her grip tighten on the vibrator.
I almost want to tell her that the brat submissive kink isn’t for her, but I know that’s not what this is about.
“Trust me, Luce. I’ll give it back. First, I want you to slide your fingers in that tight pussy of yours and do the same thing I did to you earlier.”
The excitement sparks in Lucie’s eyes first, then she hands me her vibrator.
“Good girl. Now”—I take the hand she has wrapped around my dick and spit on it before putting it back—“use your hands, Luce.”
Lucie’s hand slowly starts to work me over as her other slides down to that perfect cunt of hers. Her eyes peer up at me. “Yes, Coach.”
I’m so fucked. I’m absolutely fucked.
Lucie’s moans start soft. I can tell when she starts to tap on her G-spot because her hand on my shaft nearly stops from her pleasure.
“Yeah, just like that. God, you look so fucking sexy like this.”
Lucie opens her mouth, and while my dick hates me for it, I stop her. “I didn’t say you could suck me yet. I want to hear how wet you are before I hear you choking on my cock.”
Lucie’s pout has me on the verge of caving. God, I want her mouth on me so bad, it’s killing me, but that’s not what this is about.
“Now, slide your fingers out to circle your clit twice then fill yourself again.”
Lucie follows my instructions so beautifully. “That’s my girl. Again.”
“Dex,” Lucie pants as her fingers circle her clit.
“Don’t come yet, baby.” I reach down to play with one of her hard, little pink nipples. Pink really is starting to rival yellow with her.
I click on her little bullet vibrator, and the low hum has that light brightening in her eyes again. “Take your fingers out, Lucie.”
