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“What are you suggesting, Lily?”
My fingers are shaking and I don’t know how I manage it, but I pull up my shirt, yet leaving my bra alone, not quite having enough courage to completely strip. My face is flaming red as I look at him. His gaze is pinned on my breasts, so intense and heated that wetness pools against my panties and suddenly I feel powerful.
“Do you like my breasts, Coach?”
“God,” he groans. “I shouldn’t, Lily, but I do… so fucking much.”
“Maybe you could use them…” I murmur lamely.
“Use them?” he asks, his gaze coming back to my face.
I move my hands to my breasts, pushing them together, hoping he understands because I’m not sure I can find the words to tell him that I want him to slide his cock between my breasts. When he doesn’t say anything further, I close my eyes, figuring I’ve really made a fool of myself now.
“Look at me, Lily. What do you mean, use them?”
I bite my lip, kind of wishing I could hide. Instead, I force myself to look at him.
“It wouldn’t technically be breaking the rules if we didn’t go all the way, Coach.”
“It would, Lily.”
“Not really. I mean, if someone asked me if we’d slept together, I’d have to tell them that we hadn’t.”
“Lily—”
“Don’t you want to come on my breasts, Coach?”
“Jesus.”
“Because I really want you to,” I confess. “I want you to come all over them.”
I lower my eyes, afraid to look at him. I feel like I can’t breathe as I wait for his answer.
I hope I didn’t just ruin everything.
Chapter Five
Coach Big
Christ.
What I’m thinking, what I’m about to do is so fucking wrong. It’s criminal. Maybe not technically because she’s of legal age, but hell, I’m her coach. She’s still in high school. And this is just so wrong.
But so fucking good.
She’s staring up at me with these big blue eyes, her dark hair tied up in a ponytail, little wisps framing her face, making her look so innocent.
Fuck, I’m going to hell for this, or maybe prison, because titty-fucking my student is surely going to get me in trouble.
“Coach Big,” she says softly and I can’t help myself from lowering my gaze and staring at her chest. The fabric of her bra is so tight, her breasts so petite, they could easily fit in my palms.
Her nipples are hard, poking through the material. Those little peaks are small, probably the size of the little pink erasers on the end of the pencils she uses in class.
Oh, fuck. Yeah, I’m for sure going to hell.
I keep replaying in my mind her asking about my cock, if it hurts, how it feels to be hard. I want her to touch it, to stroke it. I want to tear her fucking clothes from her body and press those perfect round titties together and slide my dick between the mounds. I want to do a hell of a lot more than that, and I want to talk myself out of it, but I know I won’t.
I’ll jerk off between her breasts and come on her chest. I’ll rub my seed into her skin and make her lick the remnants off my fingers. And then I’ll fuck her, maybe not today, but if I cross this line there’s no going back.
“No going back,” I mutter more to myself than to her.
“What?” she whispers softly and I tear my gaze from her perky little breasts and stare into her eyes.
No more talking.
No more thinking.
I grab the edge of her shirt and rip it completely from her body, tossing it aside and looking at the little white cotton bra she’s wearing. “Take it off.” I growl the words and lean back an inch, giving her enough room to obey me.
She lifts her hands, her fingers shaking slightly, and reaches behind her back to unclasp it. I’m holding my breath as I watch her take that little scrap of cotton off. It falls from her shoulders and slides down her arms. I’m riveted at the sight of her breasts, those perfect mounds with the pink eraser tips.
“Push them together,” I say harshly. She’s facing me, her chest rising and falling swiftly, her nerves evident.
She lifts her hands and frames her breasts, and I can’t help but stare at her fingernails, the fact they’re painted this baby pink, the fact I’m so much older than she is. All these little things keep reminding me of that fact … I’m old enough to be her fucking father.
But again, that’s not going to stop me.
“Look at those perfect little titties.” I look into her eyes, see that they’re wide, that her pupils are dilated. “You want my big cock shoved between them? Do you want me to fuck you there?”
She licks her lips, my gaze darting down to watch her little tongue move across them. I can’t help but picture her doing that to the crown of my dick, lapping up the pre-cum that spills from the tip.
