58

Adrianna
Just as the bell rings, Coach approaches.
“Adrianna, can I have a word?”
I stiffen at the sound of his voice. I’ve been trying to avoid him since the encounter we had in the corridor. Stubbornness is both a strength and a weakness for me.
Azira lingers, a look in her eyes that says shall I stay.
“I’ll catch up with you later.”
She shoulders her bag. “Sure, see you later.”
It is impossible for me to admit that I felt something for him. I don’t know how or why I’d feel anything but hatred toward him, but unfortunately, I do. And so the only way to avoid dealing with that is by ignoring him.
I grab my bag and turn to face him. “What’s up?” I ask, trying to seem as detached as possible.
His jaw is clenched, and there’s tension running through his body. “I want to call a truce.”
A truce.
I wonder what exactly he means by that.
“It’s been very awkward between us ever since… Well, you know.” He clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. “So, can we clear the air?”
“There’s no air to clear.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not true. I want things to go back to how they were before.”
“Before what?” I snap, unable to contain the anger. “Before you blackmailed me?”
He nods. “That’s what I was hoping, yeah.”
He has some nerve, but I must admit, it has been awkward during class. “Fine. It can return to how it was. Me hating you.”
“You never really hated me.”
He’s right. Hate is a strong word, but he infuriated me.
“No, but I wouldn’t say I liked you very much.”
He smiles. “I’ll take it. Not being liked isn’t as bad as being hated.” His dark eyes bore into mine as if he’s looking right into my soul.
That one look ignites a powerful desire inside of me I wish wasn’t there. I clear my throat. “If that’s all, I’ll see you around.”
He grabs my shoulder and forces me around, slamming his lips against mine forcefully.
At first, I tense, because this isn’t supposed to be happening. We’re supposed to be finished. He’s not blackmailing me anymore, so I’m kissing him of my own free will.
The moment that thought enters my mind, I break away from him. Deep down I want to keep kissing him. I want to get out of my head and ignore the fact that I have feelings for this man. Feelings that won’t go away, no matter how hard I try to bury them.
“Adrianna,” he murmurs my name, keeping hold of my hips. “I just need you once more.” There’s a rasp of desperation in his voice. “Please.”
“Are you begging me?” I ask, a sudden sense of power washing over me.
His jaw clenches. “Perhaps.”
I hate the rush I get at the thought of him begging me to fuck him. It’s an attractive prospect.
“Maybe I’ll consider if you are really convincing,” I say.
He glares at me, and I kind of like this turn of events.
“Please let me fuck your heavenly pussy one last time, baby girl.”
I run a hand through the ends of my hair. “Hmm, I’m not that convinced you really want it.”
He growls and I can tell that my toying with him is going to drive him insane. A prospect I quite enjoy the idea of.
“How about on your knees?” I suggest.
“Adrianna,” he says my name in warning.
“No? Okay, I’ll just leave then.” I turn to leave, but he grabs my wrist and spins me around.
And then he drops to his knees. “Better?” he asks.
“Let me hear you beg.”
“Adrianna, please let me fuck that perfect little cunt and make you come on my cock just one more time.”
“Okay, since you asked so nicely, but under my terms.”
His body turns tense. “What terms?”
“Strip and lie down on the gym mat over there.”
His eyes narrow.
“Or, I can just leave.”
He grunts in frustration, but then does as I instructed.
I watch as he reveals his muscled body and that beautiful tattoo on his chest. And then he pulls off his pants and briefs in one move, before lying down on his back on the mat, propped up on his elbows. “Now what, boss?”
I tilt my head. “Stroke your cock for me.”
He wraps a hand around his thick length and strokes himself, and I’ve got to admit it’s a beautiful fucking sight. Especially as he’s doing it because I told him to.
Slowly, I walk over to him and take my clothes off as I go, teasing him. It’s clear in his eyes that he’s barely controlling himself from standing and taking me by force. Admirably, he manages to resist. Once I’m at the mat, I’m totally naked. “Lie back for me.”
He lies back and I straddle him so that his cock is lying flat against my soaking wet entrance. And then I slide up and down the length of him, coating him in my arousal. At the same time, I play with my nipples, keeping eye contact.
“Don’t tease me, Adrianna. I can’t handle it.”
“What’s the magic word?”
He bares his teeth. “Please.”
I rise up and crouch over him, because I’m probably feeling just as desperate as him right now. His cock springs free and then I impale myself on him, hard and fast.
“Oh fuck,” I say, the sensation so good.
Archer groans. “That’s it baby, ride my cock.”
I set my hand on his chest as he tries to sit up more and places his hands on my ass. “Hands free today, Archer.”
His eyes narrow. “Please.”
I shake my head and then move my hips slowly, grinding myself on him.
“Adrianna,” he growls.
“Yes?”
“I’m warning you.”
I glare at him. “Who is in control?”
A muscle pops out at the side of his forehead. “Adrianna.”
“Perhaps I’ll just leave then.” I use my hand on his chest to push myself up, but he sees it coming.
“No fucking chance.” He grabs my hands and uses his weight to flip me over, so I’m beneath him. And then the beast is let loose, just like the night he came to my dorm room. He’s an animal as he pounds into me so hard it feels like he’s trying to break me.
I moan, because while it was fun teasing him, this is what I really want. Him fucking me like I’m so desirable, which makes little sense to me. I’ve never been the beautiful girl that everyone fawns over, like Azira or Eva. And yet he wants me in a way that is addictive.
Every time he slides back into me, it builds that pressure inside of me, driving me toward insurmountable pleasure the harder he thrusts. I’ve never felt anything like it as he ruts into me with all his strength.
I watch him as he fucks me. His muscles straining under the exertion. That beautiful tattoo doused in sweat as it cascades down his chest.
He grunts like an animal as he increases the tempo once again, leaving me breathless and in shock at how hard he’s fucking me. There’s nothing gentle about this. It’s pure, animalistic mating and I hate to say I love it. I should tease him more often.
No. I can’t think like that.
This is a one off. He wants me one last time, and that’s all this is.
“Choke me, Archer,” I moan, knowing nothing makes me come quicker than his rough palm against my throat, cutting off my airways.
His eyes narrow, but he does as I ask, wrapping his palm around my throat and restricting the flow of oxygen. The head rush follows and I feel tears prickle my eyes as he pushes a little harder than ever before, perhaps because I teased him so much.
It’s all too much as a giant wave of pleasure washes over me. My pussy tightens around him and it feels like it pulls him deeper inside of me. I convulse beneath him, partially because I can’t breathe, which only heightens the intensity of my orgasm.
White lights flood my vision, and my brain literally short circuits for a few minutes. I almost wonder if I passed out for a second, until my vison recovers and Archer is continuing to fuck me through it, chasing his own release.
“God damn it,” he growls. “You come so well on my cock, I can’t hold out.”
“Fuck,” he roars. And I know he’s about to come as his cock swells inside of me. And then kisses me, trying to drown out the sounds he’s making. After all, we’re in the fucking gym in the middle of the day. Anyone could walk in. My heart skips a beat at that thought, as we’ve been so wrapped up in each other, we wouldn’t have noticed.
I feel his cum start to drip down my ass crack and I hate how dirty and yet good I feel.
“Take it all, baby,” he groans. “Such a good girl.”
“Archer,” I gasp his name.
“Yes, baby?”
I shake my head. “Nothing. I…” It’s impossible for me to swallow my pride and tell him I made a mistake. Tell him that I want to continue this thing we have going on.
I push at his chest, but he doesn’t move.
“We should probably get up, as the door isn’t locked.”
Archer presses his lips to my shoulder. “But if I take my cock out of you, that means it’s the end.”
“Perhaps,” I say.
He looks into my eyes, a flicker of hope igniting. “Are you saying you would consider round two another time?”
I shrug. “Maybe, if you are really nice to me.”
He bites my collarbone, sending a thrill right to my core. “I’m always nice to you, baby girl.”
I shudder as he licks my nipples then, his cock hardening inside of me. “Seriously, Archer! It’s the middle of the day.”
“Does it look like I give a shit? I have a free period and no one is booked to use the gym.”
I shudder, gazing into his eyes. “Fine.”
He smirks and then starts to move in and out of me. A look in his eyes that tells me I’m in for one hell of a ride for the remaining thirty minutes of this period. I doubt he’ll let me leave even a minute before.