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Raindrops stream down my face as we move closer to one another.The dugout roof keeps the worst of the downpour at bay, but it's still louder than a drum line in here.Both of us are short of breath, and our steamy breaths fill the air.
I squeeze water out of my hair."Is this how you planned to get me alone, Coach?"
Amy laughs."You caught me.A dead battery is the oldest trick in the book."
"And you didn't think I'd leave you stranded?"
"Not for one second."
Her grin makes my heart beat faster."So…you outlasted most of the Admirals today."
"Yep, I did."She arches an eyebrow."But not you."
I note the challenge in her voice—hell, I've been noticing it since before I kissed her.We're inches apart now, so close that I feel it more than see it when she shivers beneath that sweatshirt.I press my lips to hers, my voice lowering to a deeper, rougher register."Let's warm ourselves up the organic way—with one mind-blowing fuck."
Amy grins.
Chapter Seven
Getting Down and Dirty
I drag her down onto my lap, the wooden bench providing a solid backdrop and plenty of room for Amy to spread her thighs over my lap.The scent of her arousal permeates the space, proof of how badly she wants me.It's the most enticing aroma I've ever experienced.Sure, I've had sex with my fair share of women—though never any groupies—but none of them got me as worked up as Amy Keller does.
I'm hard as a rock, but I want to take my time with this woman.I trail my fingers up her neck and lace them in her hair, pulling her down for a deep, searing kiss.She draws back right when I'm getting into it, her gaze cautious as she searches my eyes.
"What if somebody sees us?"she asks breathily.
"Like who?Everybody's gone home."
I peel the wet clothes off her body, piece by piece, dropping them onto the ground.Every splat indicates another garment has fallen and I'm another minute closer to making her scream.Amy pulls her bra off herself, now gloriously nude and aroused, her chest dappled with the rosy color of lust.
"No panties?"I ask."How naughty, Coach Keller.I love that."
She helps pull my T-shirt over my head, then tugs it off.She unzips my pants, but I swat her hands away and rip my pants off.I'm desperate to feel her skin against mine, and the scent of her hunger for me grows headier and stronger by the second.My dick is stiff and waving like a flag, as if it's saying, "Come and fuck me, Amy."Even the yellowish glow of the light above us can't diminish her beauty.Amy's nipples feel as firm as pearls when I flick my thumbs over them.My mouth waters at the sight of her naked body, but I won't touch her yet.I let her catch me looking.Whatever she sees in my eyes, she clearly likes it.
The first time our naked bodies collide, I groan deep in my throat.Her tight abs move against me as she rocks closer, and the motion is pure heaven—and hell, because if she keeps this up, all my plans to go nice and slow will be shot to pieces.
I grip her waist, holding her still for a moment while I try to get hold of myself, sucking in ragged breaths that smell like rain and Amy's cream.She shivers faintly, maybe from the cold air on her hot skin, but also from the desire that's taken hold of us both.Her head falls back as I stroke the firm bud of her clit with two fingers and glide my mouth along her jawline.While I taste her skin, dragging my tongue upward little by little, I begin to breathe harder—just like Amy.She rakes her fingers through my hair, tugging until she gets what she wants, pressing my mouth harder against the bare skin of her throat.
"Let's see how long you can keep this up, hotshot," she pants.
I chuckle and slide a hand up from her waist to cup one of her tits.It fits in my palm perfectly, as if her breasts were made for me.As I suckle her pebbled nipple, I tug her even closer.The sweet juices of her desire slicken my flesh and urge me to growl like an animal on the prowl.
"Shit."She bucks on me as I slide a hand between her folds."Need you inside me, please Charlie, please."
"Goddammit," I snarl."Need a condom."
I can't bear to push her away, so instead, I clench her to me with one arm while I lean over to find my pants.After a bit of shuffling and cursing, I spring up again—holding a rubber—and grin."Got it in one, baby."
Amy snatches up the packet, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and letting it go so slowly that I might have a heart attack."I want to do this for you."
Oh, I will definitely have a heart attack.But I don't give a damn."Go on, then, Coach.Do it."
She rips the packet open with her teeth and then clasps my stiff dick in one hand.While I watch, mesmerized by her actions, she gradually lowers herself inch by inch, making me hiss in a breath and clench my teeth.Her cream is dribbling down my balls by the time I'm fully sheathed inside her, and I'm so fucking close to climax that I can't even think anymore.
Then Amy astonishes me by tightening her core even more, setting off waves of pleasure like nothing I've felt before.Her inner walls are as smooth as silk, and the way she keeps adjusting the angle of her thrusts is driving me crazy.The sucking sound of our bodies colliding echoes around us and turns me on even more.The downpour hitting the dugout roof, the faint creaking of the bench…it has me on the edge of climax already.
I've never done anything like this in my life.
