25

Adrianna
Coach looms over me, staring at me with those dark eyes burning with a desire that threatens to destroy me. My arousal glistening from his mouth and making heat spread through my veins.
It’s becoming clear that he’s never going to let this go, and a part of me doesn’t want him to. A part of me wants him to keep pursuing me, as it makes me feel wanted for the first time in my life. Yet the mere thought of giving him my virginity makes me sick to the stomach.
He’s teasing me and playing with me until I’m so desperate I’m begging him, but I won’t be that girl. I may want to come more than anything right now, but there’s no way in hell I’m begging him.
“Such a good girl,” He praises, watching me intently.
I squirm on the bleacher, waiting for him to return between my thighs. It’s not unusual that I have a man on his knees for me. It’s just that normally I’m the one who has brought him to his knees with my combat skills.
“What are you waiting for?”
He narrows his eyes. “I’m taking in this moment, having you on your back, looking at me like that.”
I hold his gaze. “Just shut up and make me come.”
Archer wraps his palm around my throat, something he’s done several times, but oddly, I don’t mind it anymore. Every time he does it, it makes me weak at the knees. “I don’t appreciate your tone, baby girl.” He blocks my airways for a few seconds. “I’m in charge.”
Butterflies come to life in my stomach, making me feel a little nauseous. Coach releases my throat slightly.
“Whatever,” I say.
His grasp tightens again, making it difficult to breathe. “I think I’ve been too lenient with you. Perhaps you need a good spanking.”
The idea of being bent over and spanked by Coach is arousing and disturbing all at the same time. “I don’t think so.”
“On your hands and knees, Adrianna.”
The way he says my name almost sounds dirty.
“I said no.”
He growls like an animal, “Do as you’re told.” He releases my throat and grabs my hips instead, lifting me off the bleacher. And roughly forces me onto my hands and knees on the gym mat, making heat prickle over every inch of my body. As I feel so exposed.
“Fuck, you look so damn good on all fours for me.” He releases my hips and then his hand comes down on my bare ass hard, making me jump in shock.
“What the hell?” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him.
“Watch your mouth or I’ll fuck the bad language right out of you,” he says, glaring at me like a man possessed.
I swallow hard, but I keep my mouth shut. The idea of being fucked by him right now isn’t as repulsive as it normally is, but I won’t call his bluff, as I don’t doubt he’d make good on that promise.
“After all, this is detention and you’ve been very naughty,” he says, his voice an octave lower as he spanks me again. The impact isn’t hard, but it’s firm, sending a prickling heat over every inch of exposed skin. “If I were to have to call it, I’d say you are fucking loving your punishment a bit too much.” Suddenly, he thrusts two fingers inside of me. “Because you are soaking wet and ready to be fucked.”
I’m on the edge of climaxing from that alone, but I resist. The last thing I want is to answer that statement with my fucking orgasm, as that would be worse than admitting I want him to fuck me.
“You are barely holding on, Adrianna.” He adds another finger and pushes deeper, hitting the spot inside of me that lights my world on fire.
I scream, unable to resist the urge that pulls me over the edge. “Oh fuck!” I cry out, my body shattering into a million pieces as he continues to finger me through it.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” he says, eyes alight with a dark desire. His cock is still hard and jutting out of his pants. “And now it’s my turn.”
Before I can say a word, he’s standing in front of me with his hard cock mere inches away from my mouth, a bead of precum dripping off the tip. I purse my lips together, horror mixing with shame.
He grabs my arms and forces me upright on my knees, placing my hands on his thighs. “Open your mouth,” he orders.
The scent of him is overwhelming and I tingle all over at the thought of tasting him, but once I do, I feel like there’s no going back. He will believe that I’m into this and then there will be trouble.
I shake my head in defiance. “No.”
Rage flares to life in his dark eyes as he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my lips to the tip of his cock. “Open. Your. Mouth.”
I glare at him, a shudder running through my entire body. Resistance is pointless, as I know he’s going to get what he wants. Slowly, I open my mouth and the head of his cock slips inside.
I moan around him as the salty, manly taste of him hits my tongue. The first man I’ve ever tasted, and I can’t deny that he’s delicious. At first, I explore his cock, slowly teasing him with my tongue, but I sense Coach’s impatience as he glares down at me. Unhinging my jaw wider, I let him slip in further, sucking on the thick, veiny length of him.
He groans, eyes clamping shut as I try to ignore how self-conscious I feel.
How do I know if I’m doing it right?
“Your mouth is heaven, baby girl.”
I guess that answers my question, as suddenly he pulls his cock out of my mouth and angles my face up toward him. “Brace yourself, as I’m going to fuck your throat as if it is your tight virgin cunt.” And then he thrusts the head of his cock back into my mouth, but far deeper, making me gag on him.
“Open your throat and breathe through your nose,” he orders.
I glare at him, but instinct kicks in as I do as he says. And suddenly, he’s rocking in and out of my throat just like he said, as if he’s fucking my pussy. My eyes flood with tears as saliva spills down my chin.
He’s ruthless and takes what he wants, thrusting in and out of my throat brutally. I’m sure I’m about to throw up, considering how deep he’s going.
“Oh fuck, I won’t be able to last long in your tight little throat.” He tightens his grasp in my hair and pulls me more forcefully toward him so that it feels like he’s trying to choke me. “I’m going to come down your perfect little throat and I want you to swallow every drop.”
My heart skips a beat as suddenly his cock gets even harder in my mouth, and then a stream of liquid hits the back of my throat, making me gag again.
“Swallow it. I don’t want you wasting a fucking drop.”
I swallow, but some of it spills out of the corner of my mouth as there’s too much. His still hard cock slips out of my mouth and I lick my lips, wishing he didn’t taste so good.
He steps away and pushes his still semi-hard cock back into his pants, watching me with a sickening look on his face. A look that tells me he thinks he’s won, even though that’s not the case.
Shame floods me as I realize what I just did validates Coach’s perverse pursuit of my virginity. And it will make him even more relentless.
Sitting up, I pull down my skirt and pull my panties on. Archer watches me with an oddly serious expression. An expression that scares me. I grab my rucksack off the bleacher without another glance in his direction, before rushing toward the door out of the gym and unlock it.
“I hope you learned your lesson, baby girl,” he says from behind me, his voice seductive.
It sends a shiver down my back as I rush out of the gym and into the female changing room. My heart pounding at a thousand miles an hour as I lock the door to ensure he doesn’t follow me.
It was a mistake to be so willing, but I couldn’t help it. He makes me crazy with hate and desire, which is a confusing combination.