Class Act: A Coach/Student Romance
Class Act: Chapter 19

A HAND THAT WASN’T mine cupped my ass too familiarly. I groaned, and my eyes flew open, but when light hit my pupils, I closed them again just as quickly.

The body under me shifted. Snippets of last night came back to me, and I cracked one eye open. Abe was sleeping, a protective arm around me. His chest rose and fell, each movement letting me know how close we were. My knee was right next to the thickness of his morning wood.

The tension eased from my body, and I snuggled closer to him with a contented sigh. I should wake up like this every day. I would never feel unloved and unwanted.

Abe’s hand tightened on my ass and then ran down my thigh in a possessive caress that stopped my breath. He caught me by the back of my knee and hitched my leg higher up his body, then went back to torturing me by rubbing up and down my naked flesh.

My heart pounded, and I swallowed, which prompted a reminder I’d been drinking last night.

“Good morning. What time is it?”

Oh, he’s awake.

“Good morning. I haven’t checked.”

“Shit, I must have fallen asleep.” He patted the bed until he found his phone. “Okay, it’s still early. Kind of. It’s just a few minutes past six.”

I gripped him tighter and stretched, rubbing my body against his like a cat. I kissed his neck. “Don’t leave just yet.”

“I will have to soon. How are you feeling?”

Oh god, did he really not know what him stroking my thigh was doing to me?

“Not too bad, considering. I think the coffee helped a bit.”

“Coffee?”

“Yeah, I had to sober up a little before you got home last night. How much trouble are we in?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“What happened last night?”

“Oh.”

He squeezed my thigh. “Don’t make me ask, Emery.”

A shiver ran down my spine at the stern voice. Abe’s stern voice. This man could keep me on the straight and narrow.

I groaned. “I’d already been drinking when you texted me that you would drop by. Mandy told me you and Teresa were staying in a hotel. Naturally, I thought it was the same hotel, and I guess I lost it a bit. When I saw your message, I knew I had to get everyone out of the house and hide all evidence of wrongdoing.”

“So you admit what you two did was wrong and irresponsible?”

I fell silent.

“Well?”

“Umm, your Dad voice is kind of turning me on right now. Maybe dial it back a bit if you want me to concentrate on our conversation.” I dropped my hand below his waist and grabbed his junk through his jeans. Not satisfying enough. I had more of the material than him in my hand.

Abe’s hand came down on mine. “The story, Emery.”

I sighed. “Umm, Mandy was too drunk to be much help. She’d all but passed out, but luckily the cheer squad was great. They helped to get everyone out and to straighten up. The last car had just left when you arrived.”

“And you thought you could get away with it?”

“We would have if I hadn’t barfed.”

“No, you wouldn’t have.”

“Yes, I would have.”

“Nope. The house was too clean after a party.”

“Oh.” Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. In my attempt to get rid of the evidence, I’d created new evidence.

Abe chuckled. “I’ve been a football coach for years, Emery. I’ve seen some tricks in that time.”

I glanced up at him. “Is it too much to ask not to punish Mandy for this? Punish me instead.”

“I can’t do that.”

“But I feel so guilty about what we’re doing behind her back.” I batted my eyes at Abe.

“Minx.” He swatted my ass hard. “None of that. You’re not feeling guilty about anything, are you? You are shameless.”

I pouted and tugged at the material of his shirt. “Would you rather I was sick with guilt over us? Because I refuse to be. It’s true I don’t want to hurt Mandy, but I won’t take on any guilt for the way I feel about you.”

His gaze softened, and he tightened his hand on my thigh once more, then released me. “I should check on Mandy. See if she’s awake.”

I reluctantly rolled off him and got out of bed from the other side. “And I should use the bathroom. I feel like alcohol is dripping from my pores.”

“You’re really going to remind me you were drinking?” The frown he wore disappeared as he took in my seminude body. For good measure, I stretched and let out a moan as my joints cracked. Even without the searing heat from his gaze, the stretch alone felt so good.

“Hit the shower,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I’ll check on Mandy, and if she’s still sleeping, I’ll join you.”

My breath hitched. Did he mean what I thought he did?

As Abe slipped out of the room, I dashed to the bathroom and found the toothbrushes they kept for guests. After quickly brushing my teeth, I took a considerably longer piss. When I was done, I stripped off the bra and panties, hopped into the shower, and turned on the water.

The glass door slid open, and I startled. I hadn’t even heard him enter the bathroom. He was naked, and he had a bottle of lube and a condom in his hand.

Oh fuck. My legs buckled.

“Abe,” I gasped when he stepped in and closed the door. “Are we going to—”

His lips on mine shut me up. When he thrust his tongue into my mouth, all questions vanished.

Yes! Finally!

I clutched Abe’s arms and leaned into the kiss, tongue fucking his mouth as he did mine. This had been a long time coming, and I had no intention of playing games. I wanted him, and before we walked out of this shower, I was going to know what having sex with Abe—with the man I loved—was like.

“We don’t have much time.” He kissed my cheek and down to my neck. “I wish we had more.”

“It’s enough for me. You don’t have to waste time prepping me.”

“Of course I do.”

“No, I play with my toys. Trust me. You don’t have to.”

Abe pulled his head back and stared down at me, and for a second, fear crept into my heart. Fear that he would reject me as he remembered why I used those toys and the thousand of viewers who’d seen me with them.

Without a word, Abe went down on his knees.

“Abe, you don’t have to.” I’d given him blow jobs before, but he’d never reciprocated, and I didn’t want him to feel that he needed to do it. “Abe.”

He wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and slid down my shaft.

“Holy fuck. Abe!” His name came out in a moan. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself as he sucked me off, his head bobbing up and down. My long, thin dick disappeared into his mouth only to reappear for a second before it was hidden from view again. He sucked me off like a man intent on being good at it.

And fucking hell, he was.

“Abe, please.” Tremors ran through me. “I don’t want to come this way. Please, Abe.”

I was on the verge of sobbing as I fought to control my urge to spill into his mouth. Not like this for our first time. When I came, it should be from him pounding into me.

Abe released my cock, stroked me twice, then with his hands on my hips, turned me to face the wall.

“Do you know how much I’ve fought with myself about this, Emmy?” He pressed gentle kisses down my spine.

Oh god, why did it sound so good when he called me that? The affectionate spin on my name made my heart tighten, and everything inside me went soft whenever he called me Emmy.

And he’d wanted to deny this would ever happen between us? One of us had been delusional, and it hadn’t been me.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” I reached back, grabbed my right ass cheek, and pulled it apart for him. “I’ve dreamed about you.”

“Doing what?”

“Fucking me, eating me out.”

“Like this?” Abe pushed my hand away and spread my cheeks himself. He tongued my hole, and I clenched, then relaxed. Oh god. No amount of dreaming and wishing could have prepared me for this.

“Yes,” I moaned, slapping my hands against the wall to keep myself steady. “Oh yes, Abe. So good.”

I glanced over my shoulder at this man—this married man and my best friend’s dad—slipping his tongue inside my hole and moaning while he did it. And I’d be lying if I pretended that knowing he was forbidden didn’t add an extra spice to what he was doing. Knowing that a couple of doors down, his daughter was asleep and that in a couple of days, his wife would be back in this house.

“More,” I begged like the little slut I was. But he liked me the way I was. I never pretended to be anything else with him. “Oh gosh, Abe. That’s so good.”

The man knew his way around a boy’s hole for sure. He knew exactly when to broad-stroke me, to tongue fuck me, or tease the nerve endings. I trembled and shuddered.

He slipped his thumb inside my ass and fucked me with the digit.

“Fuck, Emmy,” he groaned and bit my ass cheek. “Why are you so goddamn sexy?”

“To trap you. For you to stay with me and never leave.”

I might have intended it as a joke, but I was also dead serious about it. If I had to use my body to tie Abe down to me, I would. I didn’t love the deception, but the fear of losing Abe was worse than the fear of being hated by everyone else.

Abe rose to his feet, and I tilted my head back. He kissed me while working two fingers in and out of me.

“I don’t know if I can ever leave you alone.” He kissed my neck and down my shoulder. “I swear I’ve never wanted anything this much in my life.”

My heart swelled. “Are you mine, Abe?”

“Yes.”

“Then fuck me.”

He slipped on the condom and lubed up quickly. With one hand on my hip, he held me in place and nudged the head of his cock against my opening. A long moan tore out of my throat as he slid inside me, stretching my insides and owning me.

Fuck, I’d forgotten how it felt to be held while I had a cock up my ass. I’d been using silicone for so long. Just the way Abe’s hands gripped my body as he thrust had me crying out.

“Shush.” He stopped moving and bit my ear. “Mandy’s still sleeping. Let’s not wake her.”

I nodded, but it was so hard being quiet.

Abe pulled out slowly, then pushed back inside me. He gently rocked in and out of me, his thick cock stretching my walls to make an easier passage for him.

“Fuck, Emmy, baby.” He kissed my neck. “Why do you feel so good? Goddamn, I want to smack your ass until it’s red.”

If only he would, but I understood his hesitation in waking up Mandy.

“Is it good for you too, baby?” he asked.

A shudder ran through me as his cock hit the right spot. “Yes, please. Don’t stop. I’ve wanted you so much all this time. Thought about you doing this to me so many times, Abe.”

“Yes?”

“Yes. I’m a dirty little slut for you, Abe. Don’t you know it?”

“You’re not.” His hips snapped faster, smacking into my wet ass.

“I am,” I gasped. “I think about you fucking her but calling out my name. It’s the only way I could cope with thoughts of you giving her this.”

“Emmy.”

“I hated her whenever I thought of you inside her. You should only be inside me, Abe. Only me.”

“Fuck.”

His grip on me tightened, and I bit my bottom lip to prevent me from crying out, but low moans came out instead. I couldn’t help it. He pegged against my P-spot repeatedly, causing my cock to leak precum.

“I was jealous too, you know.” His hands slipped from my hips, up under my arms, and over my chest. He touched me everywhere he could, cherishing every curve and every inch of flesh.

“You were?”

“Yes, when I found out it was you behind that camera. Do you want to know what I wanted to do to you?”

“Tell me.” I caught his rhythm and rode back onto his cock with each thrust.

“I wanted to fuck you right there on your little cam show so all the men would know you were taken.”

“ Am I? Taken?”

“God, Emmy, I wouldn’t be touching you otherwise. Fuck, I’m not going to last. Baby, are you close?”

“Yes.”

I was now that he’d put the image of him fucking me on camera in my head. I grasped my cock and stroked it vigorously. Just a couple of tugs and cum shot off onto the floor. Abe slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle my cries.

“Come here.”

Abe pulled out of me and lifted me off my feet. He bridged the gap to the shower bench and sat with me on his lap.

“Sit on it.” He held his cock at the base.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and settled down onto his cock, gasping at how much of him I had inside. If only he were bareback.

“Fuck. That’s it,” Abe groaned. “Do it again.”

“Do what again?”

Abe lifted me, then settled me back down on his cock.

Oh, that’s what he liked.

I obliged and rode him, ensuring each time I raised myself completely off him before I slammed my ass back down onto his lap.

Abe’s palms cracked on my ass. “Just like that, baby. Almost there.”

He grabbed my cheeks and spread them apart, holding me hostage on his cock, but he didn’t get it. I’d give up all my rights for this. He shuddered against me, raising his hips, punching up over and over, even though he kept me rooted around his cock.

The tremors subsided, and he fell back on the bench. I collapsed against him, breathing hard. Abe kissed my temple and the side of my face, then found my lips. He pressed his mouth against mine, soft and gentle.

“I hate this,” he groaned.

“Hate what?” I shifted and looked at him. Hadn’t it been as good for him as it had been for me?

“Having sex with you like this, then running off.”

I smiled. He was such a good guy. “I don’t mind.”

“We need to talk. About everything, but we should wash up quickly first and get dressed.”

I didn’t want to move, but I slipped off Abe’s lap, missing the feel of him in me. He rose to his feet and hugged me from behind. For a man who was in a hurry not to be caught, he took his sweet time just holding me against him.

If only we could stay like this always.