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Lennon

T he drive back to Luke’s apartment is tense. Neither of us speak because we both know if one of us does, it would break the spell and rationality might re-enter the situation.

And neither of us want that.

I press my thighs together, anticipation making my heart race, and Luke clocks the movement. His jaw clenches and fists tighten around the wheel.

We arrive at his apartment and ride up the elevator in continued silence. Once we cross the threshold of his place, the door shuts with a soft click, and Luke presses his back against it. I turn and stare at him, waiting for him to make the first move.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice sounds like it’s been raked over hot coals, and it sends shivers down the length of my spine.

I nod slowly and slip my coat off. It pools on the floor. I kick off my boots and grab the end of my sweater before slowly dragging it over my head. Luke watches me the entire time, eyes drinking in every inch of skin I reveal. I toss the sweater on the growing pile of clothes and stand in front of him in my bra and jeans.

His hands ball at his sides. “Your pants.”

I pop the button and slide them off as well. As I stand here almost completely naked though, I don’t feel shy or exposed. I push my shoulders back, and my loose hair falls over them. The way he’s looking at me…like I’m forbidden fruit he can’t wait to taste, has goosebumps exploding all over my skin.

“Your turn,” I say, my voice sounding husky and foreign to my ears.

But instead of stripping and finally giving me an unobstructed view of his body, he charges forward, throwing me over his shoulder. I squeal and cling to his back. “What are you doing?”

A sharp slap on the ass is the only answer I get.

He stalks to his bedroom and tosses me onto his bed. The effortless way in which he does so sends a thrill through me. I mean, he was a professional athlete, but still. I’ve never been with someone who can toss me around like that.

I kinda love it.

He grips each of my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I yelp in surprise, but it’s cut off as I watch him sink to his knees in front of me.

Fucking hell.

His eyes blaze with desire as he hooks a finger on each side of my panties and peels them down my legs. I try to close my thighs, the feeling of being so utterly exposed in front of him too much, but he shoulders them apart.

“Keep these open for me.”

And like every other order he gives me, I do my best to obey. His hands hold them down as his head dips, and slowly, he licks a trail from my inner thigh up, up, up…

I squirm under his hold, but I can’t take my eyes off of him as he finally, gently but purposefully, flicks his tongue over my clit.

“Fuck,” I murmur and prop myself up on my elbows. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs as he dives in stronger. Each swirl of his tongue reverberates through my entire body, and when he groans against me, my back arches on instinct.

It’s embarrassing how quickly my orgasm builds. I glance toward the ceiling, trying to stave it off, but then Luke thrusts two fingers inside of me. He curls them and adds pressure that has me seeing stars. I cry out, my body writhing beneath his hold, but he has no problem keeping me pinned.

“Luke,” I whimper and immediately clamp my mouth shut. The last time I said his name right as I was about to come, he pulled away and left me on the precipice. I don’t know if I’ll survive if he does it again.

But he doesn’t stop. His eyes flare, and I have to look away. My head drops back against the bed, but I tangle my fingers in his hair.

“Don’t stop,” I beg as he sucks my clit into his mouth, expertly flicking his tongue back and forth.

He hums, and the vibration makes me jump. “I won’t,” he promises. “Come for me. Let me see you shake. Show me how well you listen.”

I detonate. My body is completely out of my control as my legs stiffen beneath his hands, and I convulse with each wave of pleasure that washes through me. The sounds that are ripped from my throat echo off the walls, but it spurs Luke on.

He continues to stroke my clit through my orgasm, which prolongs the pleasure but quickly shifts to pain.

“Too much,” I beg and push on his head. He chuckles darkly, and after one last long, purposeful lick, he relents. When he sits back on his heels and looks at me, his lips and chin are glistening with my release.

The look in his eyes is downright feral, and when he stands, I see the evidence of how badly he wants me. His cock strains against his pants to the point where it looks painful.

I’m slightly dazed, and he seems amused by it as he smirks down at me. He slaps my thigh. “On your stomach.”

My brain is barely functioning enough to follow his simple direction. I turn over on shaky arms and lie in the center of the bed with my elbows propped beneath me. Luke shuffles around behind me, and I peek over my shoulder at him. He’s got a condom out and is about to tear it open.

“I’m on birth control,” I tell him. He pauses and flicks his eyes up at me. “And I’m clear to go without one if you are.”

“Me too,” he says. He takes one last look at it before tossing the foil package back on his nightstand. We already have so many rules between us, I don’t want anything else. I want to feel every part of him.

He climbs over me, his knees spreading my own apart, and puts part of his body weight on me. Not enough to be suffocating, but enough that I feel well and truly pinned in place by him.

I startle as his tongue traces a line from between my shoulder blades, up the back of my neck, and to my left ear. It sends a shot of electricity through me. My pussy is already aching for his touch again as his fingers tease between my thighs and gently prod my opening.

He spreads my arousal around which causes my hips to buck, still oversensitive. But then his hand disappears and moments later, his cock notches at my entrance. With one hand bracing his body weight and the other guiding his cock in, he slowly starts to push forward.

I arch my back, grateful for what the extra conditioning has done for my ass, to help give him easier access. Slowly, he stretches me, and I exhale as he fills me inch by incredible inch.

“Yes,” I sigh, relishing in the full feeling and the skin-on-skin contact. He pulls back slightly before trying to feed me more. But I’m already so full, and I knuckle the sheets.

“You better hold on, baby, ‘cause I’m not even all the way in yet.”

Fucking hell. My forehead falls against the sheets, and suddenly all my senses are flooded with his smell. My knuckles turn white gripping the side of the bed as Luke slowly inches in more.

“God, you feel better than I fucking dreamed.”

“You dreamed about this?” I peek over my shoulder.

A vein bulges in his neck as he tries to hold himself back. “A lot more than I should’ve,” he admits.

“I have too. I—” Realizing what I was about to reveal, I clamp my mouth shut.

“You what?” he pushes.

Well, it doesn’t really matter now, does it? Not as he’s currently thrusting into me. No going back. “I touched myself to the thought of you.”

He stutters for a moment. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters and bottoms out. “When was this?”

I’m so full of him it’s hard to think straight. “I don’t know.”

He slaps my ass, most definitely leaving a handprint.

“Maybe like a month ago? I was watching your highlight reel, and I don’t know, I just couldn’t get you off my mind.”

His chest meets my back, our hot skin rubbing together, as he snakes an arm underneath my own and once again grabs my throat. I swallow around his grip, and he gives it a gentle squeeze. “Next time you need to get off, you call me, understood? Either I’m going to be the one to take care of it, or I’m going to listen while you do it to yourself.”

Holy shit. Every thought vacates my brain as I become wholly consumed by him. “ Yes .”

“Yes, what?” He squeezes.

“Yes, Coach .”

He pulls his hips back, leaving just the tip of him in, before thrusting forward and filling me again. He builds a steady rhythm, and with the slight pressure he maintains on my throat, a second orgasm begins to swirl in my core.

I cling to the sheets with one hand while I desperately claw at the hand at my throat with the other. Each thrust seems to hit deeper and deeper. His lips find my ear and he nibbles it softly. The sensation of it goes straight to my clit, which brushes against the bedding with each roll of his hips into mine.

“I think I’m going to—fuck I don’t know if I can.” I’ve never finished twice before, and the strength of the stirring in my lower stomach almost scares me. “I, fuuuuck.” My eyes slam shut as every bit of my focus goes to my core.

“Yes you can,” Luke murmurs in my ear. “You can, and you will, baby. For me, you will.”

He slams into me over and over again, the impact shaking the bed and me to the very fibers of my being.

“Luke,” I cry, right on the edge and swaying in the wind, waiting for that final nudge.

“I want to feel you come around my cock, baby. Do it. Give it to me.”

His words send me into freefall as my every muscle goes tight. Sparks explode behind my eyelids as euphoric waves crash over my body, and I convulse beneath him.

“That’s it,” he coos in my ear. “Ride it out.” His hips snap harshly against my ass, prolonging the pleasure with each deep stroke. “Fuck, keep squeezing me just like that.”

His breathing becomes staggered, and his rhythm falters. He’s getting close. Through my haze, I release the grip on his hand and reach back to tangle my fingers in his hair. I pull his head down into the crook of my neck.

“It’s your turn now,” I say breathlessly. “Come in me.”

His entire body shudders as he mutters under his breath, “Fuck, Lennon.” His hips snap against mine once more before he stills, letting out a guttural groan as he pulses inside of me.

I clench around him as he fills me, wanting every last drop and to savor the feeling. Because as the bubble that we’ve been in tonight is surely to burst soon, I want to enjoy every last minute.

When he pulls out of me, it feels like a loss. But he lies on his back on the bed next to me and lifts his arm in silent invitation. I immediately snuggle into his side and rest my head on his chest. His heart is still racing, and he runs a hand through his hair.

I don’t speak, once again fearful of it being the hammer that crashes through the glass, and instead listen to his heart beat. My fingers trace gentle circles around his abs, and he flexes them. It pulls a chuckle out of us both, and we look at the ceiling with a contented sigh.

“There’s no coming back from this,” he finally says.

“No,” I agree. “There isn’t.”

But I don’t want to. Somehow, despite this being wrong to lie here in my coach’s arms, it feels right.