Adrianna
I gasp as his lips press against my cleavage, kissing me in such an intimate place. And then he pulls the top of my dress down forcefully, making me regret picking an off the shoulder design, as I’m not wearing a bra. My breasts are completely bare and on display to him.
“What the fuck?” I try to pull it up, but he releases my throat and grabs each of my wrists in a hand, pinning them against the wall.
“No fighting,” he murmurs, before dipping his hand and sucking one of my nipples before dragging his tongue around it teasingly.
“Fuck,” I breathe, unable to think straight.
“What was that?” He chuckles. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
I glare at him. “No.”
He moves over to the other nipple, staring at me as he clasps his lips around it and sucks hard.
I can’t hold his gaze as I shut my eyes, a zap of desire racing between my thighs as I clasp them together. “Oh God,” I breathe.
He takes his time as he licks and sucks at my sensitive nipples. The first man to touch them. And all that embarrassment of being so exposed is gone as he turns me into a mess of desire.
Suddenly, he thrusts fingers inside of me. I didn’t even notice he had let go of one of my hands, as he groans. My pussy tightens around them as it becomes almost too much to bear. It feels so damn good, even though I try to tell myself I don’t want this.
“So fucking wet, baby girl,” he says, dark eyes looking up at me in awe.
I wish I had a come back, but I don’t. Instead, I let my head fall back against the wall as he fingers me. If I thought it couldn’t get any better, suddenly his lips close around my clit.
My eyes widen as I look down to see his head between my thighs, and realize he’s no longer holding either of my wrists. Instead of pulling away, I lace my hands in his hair and let him drive me higher.
“Fuck, Coach,” I groan.
He stops and smiles up at me, looking utterly beautiful with my arousal glistening around his mouth. “Call me Archer.” And then he’s back between my thighs, licking and sucking me.
“I’ve never felt like this,” I stutter, my body shuddering from the intensity of what he’s doing to me.
He doesn’t say a word, just continues to watch me from his knees as he devours me like a starving animal.
I can hardly support my own weight as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
He continues to lavish his attention on my clit and then thrusts three fingers inside of me, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, tightening my grasp in his hair.
He growls against my center, sending a vibration through my entire body. “You taste so fucking sweet, baby girl.” His eyes are dilated as he stares at me, his fingers slamming in and out of me in the most perfect rhythm, playing me like an instrument.
“Coach, I’m going to come,” I warn, unable to believe that he’s about to finger me to climax in a classroom just down the hall from the winter formal. All of this is insane, and mostly because I told myself I wouldn’t give in to him.
Shifting a little so I can see him better, I notice that he has his cock out and is stroking himself. My entire body grows hotter than I believed possible the moment I see his huge, hard cock jutting out between his thighs.
“Fuck, Adrianna. I wish you were about to come all over my cock,” he groans, fisting himself harder. “I’m going to come for you too, baby.”
I moan, unable to control anything anymore as I fall into his trap, watching his cock as if mesmerized by it. In my state of heightened arousal, the thought of this man fucking me makes my orgasm hit me harder and faster.
“Oh, God, yes!” I cry out, clamping my eyes shut as the sensation is too intense and overwhelming. Every muscle in my body quivers as I struggle to keep myself upright, my knees buckling.
Archer supports me, holding me up. “Look at me. I want you to watch while I come for you.”
Despite everything, I open my eyes, because deep down I want to watch. Hell, I think I want him to fuck me, even though I know how many girls he’s been with.
“Good girl,” he praises.
I should hate hearing that, but it only heightens the pleasure. My eyes remain fixed on his cock as I watch him stroke it with force.
“This should have been buried deep in your pretty little cunt,” he grunts, and then he releases rope after rope of thick, white cum all over the floor.
For one insane second, the idea of him coming inside of me drives me wild with need, even though I’ve just climaxed.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he groans, still stroking himself until every drop is released.
The proclamation snaps me back to reality as I clench my jaw. “Well, that’s never going to happen.” I manage to escape from him, lifting the hem of my skirt down and pulling my dress back over my breasts.
A deep growl comes from behind me and I turn to find him standing, his huge cock jutting out of his pants. He doesn’t even bother to hide it. “You can’t come like that for me and then say you don’t want me. It’s bullshit and we both know it.”
I narrow my eyes. “You forced me against a wall and basically did all of that against my will.” This guy is unbelievable for thinking that I wanted what happened between us.
He tilts his head. “Adrianna, you and I both know that if you really wanted to get out of my hold, you could have.”
I stare at him, realizing that he’s right. If I’d wanted to get out of his hold, I could have. Hell, I’ve done it a hundred times in combat class. And that’s when the horror dawns. That perhaps deep down, I wanted what just happened.
He smirks. “You have nothing to say, do you?” The smug bastard walks over to me and kisses me softly. “See you in two weeks,” he says.
I glare at him. “This changes nothing. I mean it, Coach.”
He kisses me again and I taste my arousal on his lips, hating that it only turns me on again. “I told you to call me Archer.” With that, he walks out of the classroom, leaving me feeling aroused and ashamed at the same time.
I think it’s the first time that I’ve been thankful to be going home. Tomorrow can’t come quick enough.