Chapter 23 SHOWER SEX WITH COACH
The showers in the locker room still steamed from the team who had just rinsed off. I didn't go; I stood watching Coach Harlan order my team members like the alpha he was.
He was 42, with an athletic body, his thighs thick from years of playing. His deep voice always got me during the games.
Tonight, after scoring the winning goal, I wanted more than just “Good job.”
I saw him heading to the coaches' bathroom close to the field house, with a towel on his shoulders. I knew what that meant. I followed quietly, slipping in just in time before the door clicked shut. He turned, surprised to see me, and then his eyes took in my cheer uniform, my short skirt flipping up as I locked the door.
“Whatcha doing here, kid?” he asked, but his gaze dropped to my legs for a while. I closed the space between us.
“I just wanted to thank you properly for the win, Coach,” I said, pressing against his chest.
“Yeah, you did well, now kid go home.” He ordered.
“Not so fast,” I replied. Pulling, he zipped off my cardigan open, revealing the curves of my boobs.
His hands held my waist without thinking twice, pulling me in.
Our lips met, demanding his beard scratching my skin as his tongue invaded every corner on mouth. I let out a soft moan, my hands tugging at his shirt buttons to feel his abs.
He broke the kiss to pull it off. He had hairy chest, his muscles flexed as he backed me against the sink.
“You're playing with fire,” he warned, but his hands were already raising my skirt, his big thumbs hooking into my panties and drawing them down my thighs, it fell to my ankles, and I spread my legs wide, giving him enough access to my wet pussy.
Coach dropped to his knees, his face between my thighs, he breathed deeply. 'Smells like victory,' he muttered, buring his mouth against me. His tongue lapped my pussy, lips sucking the swollen clit, I moaned out, holding onto the sink firmly, my other hand making a mess of his hair as he ate me.
He slid in two thick fingers, stretching me while his thumb circled my asshole teasingly. He kept thrusting in hard, the wet sound filling the room.
The feeling was too much to handle, my legs shaking as I pressed against his face, “Fuck…Coach, don't stop,” I cried, and he continued finger fucking me. My pussy clenched his fingers, juices dripping down his hand as I cum hard, panting hard suppressing the urge to scream.
He stood, licking off the juices on his hand, he didn't say a words, he didn't have to.
I sank on my knees, freeing his cock from his pant. His cock was as thick as my wrist, his cock had sexy veins, the head pink and leaking with pre-cum. I started from the base, stroking it, then licked the opening, savoring salty taste of his pre-cum.
I opened my mouth wide as I took him in, Harlan groaned, cupping the back of my head with his hand.
“That's it, take my cock down your throat,” he rasped, moving in shallowly, balls touching my chin. Saliva dripped down, onto my chest as I gagged but I kept going,
He pulled out of my mouth, lifting me and turned me to face the mirror. My reflection stared back at me, my cheeks flushed, hair wild and messy.
He put one thigh between my legs, I felt his cock positioned at my entrance, his cock was slick from my spit, and he drove in hard, filling me with his cock. I cried out, the fullness painfully sweet as he filled my pussy, stretching me to the limit.
Harlan held my hips in place, fucking me slow and hard, the slap of his thighs against my ass echoed off the tiles.
“Tight little cunt, grabbing me so good,” he grunted, one hand went up to squeeze my breast, rubbing the nipple through my top. I balanced on the sink, pushing back to meet his thrust, the angle letting him grind against my g-spot with every move.
Water from the nearby showerhead trickled down, but we were too lost, our sweat mixing with it as he fucked me harder, his free hand dipping to rub my clit in firm circles.
The gesture had me clenching, another orgasm ripping through me, my walls milking his shaft as I sobbed his name.
'We aren't done yet,' he snarled, pulling out of my soaked cunt, and pulling me toward the shower stall. He turned the water on hot, steam blowing as he pressed me against the wall, lifting one leg over his hip. Re-entering me with a wet slide, he fucked my pussy, slowly and deep.
His kissed my neck, leaving marks as he banged me, his cock dragging in my inside.
'Cum for me again,' he ordered, and I did, shattering around him, pussy pulsing wildly.
The feel of that pushed him over.
Harlan buried his shaft deep, roaring as his cock throbbed, pumping thick ropes of cum into me, overflowing and mixing with the shower spray. He dropped my legs, our breaths ragged, his forehead against mine.
'Practice tomorrow. Don't be late,' he murmured with a smirk, kissing me slow before pulling out, our juice washing down the drain. I grinned, already anticipating round two.