Class Act: A Coach/Student Romance
Class Act: Chapter 40

“DAMN, BABY.”

Emery glanced over his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

Wrong? How could he think anything was wrong? He looked smoking hot. Earlier, when he’d asked me if it was okay for him to wear a skirt, I’d told him that whatever he felt comfortable wearing was always okay with me. The important thing was what he wanted. My opinion shouldn’t matter, but for what it was worth, the russet-colored corduroy skirt he had on with the cream cashmere sweater was stunning. I was certain I would replace lace somewhere beneath, and my cock hardened even more than it already was.

“Come here.”

Emery put down his curling iron carefully and got up. “Yes?”

I spanned his waist with my hands. “You look beautiful.”

A smile spread across his lips. He’d been awfully quiet since they fired him from his job, but as Thanksgiving approached, he’d gotten back some of the sparkle I was used to seeing in his eyes.

“Thank you.” He kissed my chin.

I caught his face in my hand and tilted his head. Our lips clashed, and he opened up for me with little coaxing. Emery rested his hands on my shoulders and moved even closer so our bodies bumped. He moaned, tightening his grip on me. I slipped my hands over his hips, grasped the hem of his skirt, and pulled it up.

“I might get it crushed,” I murmured against his lips.

He bit my bottom lip. “I’ll risk it. We don’t have much time before they get here.”

I groaned and kissed his cheek. “I should be able to control myself around you. There’s later.”

“And there’s now.”

Emery went down on his knees and pulled down the zipper of my jeans. He took my cock out and trailed kisses along the side as he stroked me gently. “So big.”

“That’s the way you like it.”

“Yes. You know I do.” He opened his mouth and sucked on the head of my cock, swirling his tongue around the soft plumpness and toying with the slit at the top, then lowered his head and took me in deeper.

“Emmy,” I hissed.

I didn’t want to mess his hair up. He’d just curled it, but he took my hand and placed it on his head. I tightened my fingers in his curls, and he moaned, his eyes rolling back.

Fuck, he was perfect.

I worked my cock deeper to the back of his throat. He opened wide, making room for me to use his mouth the way I wanted his other hole. The blow job was excellent, as always, but only worked as an appetizer.

“Come here.” I helped him to his feet and laid him onto the bed. I kissed him once and grabbed the lube and a condom from the drawer. We had company arriving in a few minutes, and it would save us a lot of trouble cleaning up.

Emery pouted. “I want you to fuck me bare.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin your outfit.”

“You won’t. Please, Abe. It’s amazing when we’re skin to skin.”

I threw the condom over my shoulder and lubed my fingers. With my other hand, I pulled his underwear down over his thighs, leaving them around his knees. I fingered him, coating his hole with enough lube to stretch him. Emery held his legs up to his chest and breathed hard, moaning each time my fingers grazed his prostate.

“That’s a good boy.” I removed my fingers and pressed my cock against his opening. He consumed me whole, sucking me into his body. “Oh god, Emery.”

“Abe.”

“Tell me how you want it.”

“Hard,” he gasped when I thrust. “Yes, give it to me like that, Abe. Fuck me just like that.”

I grabbed his thighs, my nostrils flaring at the sight of his thong hanging between his knees. I worked my cock with quick, deep strokes. His stretch around me was always so fucking good.

“Oh fuck. You’re such a good boy.” I watched my cock disappear inside him. “Always so eager for me.”

“Yesss!”

“How could I ever regret this?” Ecstasy pooled in my gut. “I can’t keep my hands off you. It was useless to even try in the beginning.”

“Should have given in sooner. You could’ve been fucking me for so much longer. I’d have given it to you those times in your office, Abe. Oh god, so many times I thought about you fucking me on your desk and sending me off to class with my ass full of your spunk.”

“But I get to do it now. Get to make you mine always.”

“Always.”

“Fuck.” I slapped my pelvis into his ass and stayed there, fused to him as I came, filling him.

A gasp escaped Emery. He was jerking on his cock, moving his hand rapidly.

“Gonna come, Abe.”

I pulled out of him and lowered his legs, leaning forward just in time to settle my lips over his cock as he came. Emery’s stomach crunched, and he made choking gasps, then fell back against the bed. He laughed softly. “Nice save. We didn’t ruin my outfit.”

“The only thing ruined is me.” I kissed him softly, my eyes open, watching him watch me.

He smiled and stroked my hair. “I love you, Abe. I’m sorry for being so down this week.”

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll be here through all the emotions. Do you want to talk about it?”

I suspected something specific was bothering him, but he always dismissed it as nothing.

He shook his head. “I’m excited about today. I finally get to meet your friend Lynn.”

I got off him and helped him to his feet. We shuffled to the bathroom, where I wiped him up, and we washed our hands. When we looked presentable again, I kissed his cheek.

“Sorry I messed up your hair.”

He grinned. “I’m not. It looks good this way. Hairstyle’s a statement, you know.”

“Yeah? And what statement is this style making?”

“Freshly fucked.”

I laughed and nuzzled his neck. “How’re you so bad and yet so good?”

“You’ll just have to spend the rest of your life replaceing out the secret.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

We kissed leisurely, neither of us attempting to move, like we didn’t have guests arriving soon.

The doorbell chimed.

“They’re here.” Emery broke away from me and checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror once more. So vain where his looks were concerned. “What are you smiling at, Abe? Go get the door.”

“Bossy brat.” I copped another feel of his scrumptious ass.

I hurried to the door, Emery at my heels. Lynn and her current girlfriend wore matching sweaters with a turkey face on it. I wasn’t surprised Lynn’s girlfriend was in her mid-twenties. She was a perky blonde with vibrant blue eyes.

Lynn introduced us to Pamela. And I introduced Emery to both women.

“So this is the Emery who has Abe playing for the same team.” Lynn chuckled. “I can see why. He’s stunning, Abe.”

“I know.” I wrapped an arm around Emery’s shoulders. “I tell him so all the time.”

“As you should,” Pamela said. “He’s gorgeous. Have you ever done any modeling?”

Emery preened under the compliment. “Not at all.”

“You should give it some thought. In fact, my agency is always looking for fresh male faces. I can hook you up if you’re interested.”

“Pam’s a model,” Lynn said. “How lucky are we? We must have been fucking saints in another life.”

Emery looked at me as though seeking my approval. “It’s up to you. I’ll always support you, no matter what you decide.”

“I’d need to think about it.”

“Sure, no problem. I’ll leave my business card with you before I leave.”

Well, the evening was off to a great start. Emery seemed comfortable with both Lynn and her girlfriend. He chatted with Pamela about her idea of launching a clothing line.

Lynn followed me to the kitchen while the two conversed in the living room. They didn’t even seem to notice us leaving.

“He’s a doll, Abe,” Lynn said. “And the way he looks at you, he’s clearly in love.”

“Yeah. Your Pam surprised me too.”

“How so?”

“She actually has a job and seems to do well for herself. You usually lean toward women who need to be taken care of.”

“Who says Pam doesn’t need taking care of?” Lynn winked. “Just not financially.”

“How’d you two meet?”

“She’d just broken up with her boyfriend, came into my bar, and I flirted with her. Like Emery’s your first, I’m hers.”

“You like her?”

“Yeah, she’s a good girl. Unless she’s deliberately bad just to be spanked.”

“Damn, too much information.”

“Like I believe you haven’t spanked that boy a time or two.” My face heated, and she laughed. “You’re so transparent. What’s for dinner?”

“Turkey, of course. We finished cooking early and were just waiting for you two to show up before we eat.”

“We were a bit late, sorry. Pam was looking too cute in her outfit when I picked her up. Though from the look of Emery’s skirt and hair, you might have been thinking the same thing.”

“Doesn’t this feel creepy? Talking to you about him like this?”

“Nope. We’ve talked about Teresa and my string of women. What’s different about Emery?”

I shrugged. “Guess I’m being paranoid. I always think twice about things because he’s so damn young.”

“Don’t sweat it. If he’s uncomfortable, he’ll tell you. How’s the divorce coming along?”

“My lawyer says it should be finalized next month.”

“That quickly?”

“Yeah. In the end, Teresa didn’t contest it.”

“Good. I thought for sure she would make trouble for you. Good thing you got it over with before the Abe-and-Emery special aired.”

“Actually, she knows. She didn’t take it well.”

“No kidding. No woman would handle that well.”

Sighing, I opened the fridge and took out the applejack mulled cider I’d made earlier. “Yeah, I take full responsibility for how things were handled. It might get worse too.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to ask Emery to marry me.”

Lynn’s mouth fell open. “Isn’t that too soon?”

“Maybe. I’ve been thinking about our future, and I want to marry him. Whether now or five years from now, what difference does it make? Plus, moving on to a new job might not solve our problem either when it comes out I’m dating someone so much younger. If we get married, people will talk, but it won’t be that bad, I hope. Of course, we’d still wait until he graduates to get married, but I want him to feel secure about us. Sometimes I think he still doubts how much I love him.”

“That makes sense. Talk to him about it first, though, and see if he even wants to get married before you propose to him.”

“We did. I think he wants it as much as I do.”

“Damn, I’ll get to be best gal twice when you haven’t even reciprocated once for me.”

I chuckled. “Whose fault is that? Maybe you shouldn’t let Pamela go. She seems like a nice person, and Emery likes her, I can tell. He doesn’t have nearly enough friends. Sure, she’s older than him but still closer in age than the people I interact with.”

“Don’t worry so much. I know he’s been having a tough time now, but soon he’ll be off to college. It’s a fresh start for him to meet new people.”

But what if meeting new people meant discovering he’d made a hasty decision when he settled down with me?

“I can see your brain working overtime again.” Lynn tapped my temple. “Don’t think so much. Just let things flow.”

Maybe not a bad idea.