Page 12 of Dear Coach's Daughter
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HUNTER
The team wants to celebrate our first win of the season, but I've already got other plans. I'm the first one out the door as soon as we can leave. I know that I left the reporters, not understanding my surly mood when they took forever at the press conference after the game. But I had one thing on my mind, and that was getting to Brownie's apartment.
By the time I got back to the locker room after the game, I had found a text from her already waiting on my phone. It was a picture of a cooked casserole dish of lasagna with the words “to help us keep our strength up later.”
I’m hard as a rock in the cab ride over thinking about her waiting for me. I figured it was the fastest way to get here since I don't know the parking situation around her apartment building.
The cab pulls to a stop, and I hand him the fare and the hundred-dollar tip if he got me here in fifteen minutes. There were questionable moments on the drive that felt like I wasn’t going to get here in one piece, but I did.
"Go number seven!" I hear someone yell.
I look up, and I see Brownie standing on the balcony, looking down at me. Her smile floors me. How am I lucky enough to have found her?
"Are you going to buzz me up, or are you going to let down your hair?" I call up to her.
“We can leave the hair pulling for later. I’ll buzz you up for now.”
I wait, bouncing on the balls of my feet for the door lock to buzz and click open. When it finally does, I take two steps at a time to get up to the third floor. The door swings open before I even lift my hand to knock. Brownie grabs a handful of my hoodie and pulls me inside.
Our lips meet in a bruising kiss. If I thought the kiss at the event was hot, it’s just a flick of a spark compared to what’s happening between us now. I cup her face in my hands, not wanting to miss a single moment of tasting her sweet lips.
She uses her grip on me to pull me in until we hit the wall. I use my foot to kick the door shut behind me. My hands move down her body, enjoying the sensation of feeling every dip and curve of her body. It feels even better than what my imagination would let me conjure up. I hook my hands around the back of her thighs and lift her, so her long legs wrap around my waist.
"Roommate?" I breathe against her neck, needing to kiss every square inch of her body.
“Gone for the night,” she moans as I push my cock against her center.
I nearly blackout from the loss of blood from my brain at how good she feels and the sounds she’s making. I don’t bother putting her down as I start walking us into the apartment and to the hallway that leads to the bedrooms.
“Which one is yours?”
“First door on the right.”
As I carry her into her room, she nips and licks at the skin on my neck.
“I want you so bad.” I put her down on her feet next to the bed. “I’ve wanted you since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I couldn’t believe someone so beautiful was real.”
She pulls back and studies me. It feels like she isn't sure she can believe what I’m telling her, but every word is the truth. My dad used to tell Zach and me that the first time he saw my mom, he felt his heart flutter in his chest, and the world slowed down around him. He said that it was his heart resetting, so his heartbeat would match hers. I never understood what he meant until Brownie walked up next to me, and I looked over at her. My head and my heart reset themselves, moving her up to the top of the list of my priorities.
“No one’s ever said anything like that to me before.”
“Good.” I lean down and kiss her. “I want to be the only man for you. I want to be the one that changes everything for you.”
“You are.” The corner of her mouth ticks up like she is enjoying a private joke with herself. “You have no idea how much you’ve changed the way I think about a lot of things.”
We quickly become a tangle of arms and legs as we work to frantically strip out of our clothes and climb into her bed.
I could spend a lifetime kissing her, and I plan to, but the urge to be inside her is too much. I reach between us and press my fingers against the soft folds of her pussy. She is already wet and ready for me. But I'm going to make sure that she's primed and ready to go when I do push inside her.
I bring my mouth down to her full breasts, wanting to give them the attention they deserve. My fingers push inside Brownie’s wet heat as I use my tongue to lick and suck each hard peak.
“Oh my gosh,” she cries and throws her head back against the pillows. Her fingers rake into my short hair. It's just long enough for her to have a firm grip and hold me where I am. I move my fingers inside her, pushing on that magic spot that pushes her closer to ecstasy.
The plan is to give her multiple orgasms tonight, but Brownie can't wait a moment longer, and I'm grateful for the excuse.
“I want to feel your thick cock inside me.”
