Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I huff a small laugh. “Is that what you think? Do you really believe you’re running around the playground and I'm pulling your pigtails?” I shake my head before I meet his gaze. “I fuck with you when you give me reason to. If you didn’t run your mouth so much, then maybe I wouldn't have busted your face.” I watch his expression go from cocky to pissed.
“How about I give you something to do with your mouth?” I open my mouth to speak but stop when a hand lands on Parker’s shoulder.
“Is there a problem?” Coach Shay’s hand flexes, and Parker winces.
“No, sir.” He chokes as Shay’s fingers squeeze.
“Then get to class.” Shay releases his hold, and Parker practically leaps out of his chair with a speed that nearly knocks it over. Coach Shay catches the top to prevent it from falling.
“You found me.” I turn my head to stare up at him.
“I did.”
He stares at me, and from his expression, it doesn’t look like he’s happy about it.
Chapter Eight
COACH SHAY
“You need to stay away from me.” The words come out of my mouth, but there’s no heat behind them. Even I don’t believe them as my eyes move up and down me. I know everyone wears a uniform here, but the one attached to her body taunts me.
“So you keep saying.” Charlotte leans in and raises an eyebrow. “Yet here you are.”
“You’re a tease.”
She huffs, and I see the grin pull at the edge of her lips. “Me? Never.”
“You rolled your skirt up.” I glance over at the librarian to make sure she’s not watching as I slide my hand under the table. The bare skin of her thigh against my fingertips is so fucking soft. I want to groan at the feel of it and touch more.
Her lips part as her eyes widen.
“Don’t make a sound,” I tell her as my fingers snake higher under her skirt. “Let me do it.” When she spreads her knees and invites my hand higher, I lick my lips. “Good girl.”
We’re on the other side of the room from prying eyes, and the librarian can only see the top of Charlotte’s head. But anyone could walk around the corner and see what I’m doing. It’s dangerous, and I should stop.
Too bad I don’t know how.
My fingers brush against the cotton of her panties before I quickly tug them to the side. Her eyes widen as I trace up and down the seam of her already wet cunt.
“Your little clit is already poking out.” My mouth waters as I rub it. “She wants attention.”
A whimper escapes her, and my fingers still.
“Sorry,” Charlotte whispers and rocks her hips up for me to keep going.
“Tell me to stop,” I say as I keep petting the slippery pearl.
She shakes her head and bites her bottom lip. I push a finger into her and feel her clench around it.
“Goddamn, you’ve got a grip.” I lick my lips and wish I could kiss her. “Pussy this tight needs to be broken in.”
Her knees spread wider as I thrust in and out of her while rubbing her clit. She’s rocking in her chair now and riding my finger. I push in a second one, and she has to silence her moan.
“You want Daddy to break you in?” A rush of desire coats my fingers.
“Shay,” she whispers as her hips rock forward.
I circle her clit and press down on it before I curl my fingers in her pussy. That’s all it takes to set her off, and she falls against me, burying her face against my chest as she cums. I’m so out of my fucking head that I don’t think as I pull her to me and cover her mouth with mine.
Anyone could see us, and I’ve still got my hand up her skirt while she cums on my fingers. It’s dangerous and wrong, but I can’t stop. When her lips part, I sweep my tongue inside and kiss her like it’s my last day on earth. It might be if someone sees us and we get caught.
When her orgasm is over, I reluctantly pull out of her heat and put her panties back into place. She watches me with a shocked expression as I suck my fingers clean and adjust my hard cock.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” She looks around the room as if just now realizing we could have been caught.
“I don’t remember you telling me to stop.”
“You said for me to be quiet.” Her cheeks flush bright red, and it makes me grin.
“You owed me after the show you got Friday night.” Now it’s my turn to raise an eyebrow at her, but she pretends to inspect her nails.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure.” Before I can stop myself, I put my hand on the back of her knee and rub the soft skin there. “Come home with me.” The words are out of my mouth before I can think about all the reasons she shouldn’t.