I’ll never have enough.
I echo that sentiment to her silently by dragging her into my lap. She comes forth like she’s been needing this—me—all her life too, her hands stroking over my shoulders before finding purchase in my hair, keeping me glued to her as we kiss with a starving quality that makes my dick grow infinitely hard. I’m like a rock underneath her ass and the shameless cheerleader practically grinds on my bulge like it’s hers. And fuck, it is.
I belong to her.
I have since I saw her on the football field months ago.
There’s a thin layer of clothes separating us, but it feels like we’re already naked. Skin on skin. I’ve been celibate for years now and all my pent-up horniness comes rushing to the surface with every mind-addled snap of her hips against me. I aid her movements by grabbing handfuls of those tight buns, making her rock on me the way I like.
Our mouths kiss voraciously, tongues seeking and twining in an erotic dance.
Nothing has ever felt this right.
It’s like I’ve been living in a darkened room for ages and now it’s being lit by Marlow’s light. She’s yanking back the curtains and allowing the sun to finally seep in, warming me after years of being cold.
And now as our bodies press together in a maddening rhythm and we groan into each other’s mouths, in a last-ditch effort, I growl, “We can’t.”
Marlow tugs at my hair, moaning as she returns feebly, “We shouldn’t.”
Oh, but we will.
My hands leave her ass long enough to grasp her throat and clutch at the ends of her hair, yanking her face back so I can look into her eyes. We’re both panting like we’ve run a marathon, a ribbon of saliva keeping our mouths joined. Marlow’s giving me these fuck-me eyes, appearing every inch like a sex kitten with her nightie rumpled, her lips swollen, her hair a mess, and her arousal dripping onto my boxer briefs.
She wants this.
Bad.
So do I.
“I like your brown eyes,” I say raggedly, answering her earlier question of all the things I want to say to her—all the things I should keep locked inside. “Your sunshine hair, your come-hither smile, your cheekiness. It’s a tantalizing concoction thatI just want to drink until I’m drunk off your essence, little cheerleader.”
“Who’s stopping you from having a taste?” she challenges.
I slap her ass, turned on by her bold nature. She whimpers in response. “That’s the problem. I don’t want a taste. I want itall.”
She nips my bottom lip, running her hands down my bare back and tattoos. “Do it.”
I groan at the sting of her teeth, but she soothes it quickly by running her tongue over it. My hands skate up her ribs and clutch the undersides of her breasts, squeezing. “You’re trying to ruin me, aren’t you?
Marlow gasps when I toy with her nipples over the thin material of her nightie. “Y-Yes. Just like you’ve ruined me, Coach Thane.”
The breathy, sensual note in her voice grabs me by the balls and clenches. I kiss her hard and fast. Dominatingly. She melts in my hold with a low whine that resonates in the back of her throat. I’m done for. That noise will haunt me. I’ll want to fuck it out of her.
Soon.
I drag my kisses down her neck, pausing to suck a possessive hickey on her neck. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But I can’t help it. I like having my mark on her. Will love it when another sonofabitch that’s into Marlow—and I know my football players find her cute—lays his eyes on her and sees she’s mine.
No, Thane. She’s not yours. She’s fucking off-limits. Get that through your head.
But I want her.
I want her, I want her, I want her.
Even if it’s only for tonight.
“Coach Thane,” she tilts her head back to grant me more access to her neck, her fingers knotting in my hair and keepingme right there. “I can’t wait to scream your name when you’re deep inside of me.”
Fuck.
