Treading Water, page 8
“Hey, Coach.”
My cock twitches, the usual inappropriate response I have when she calls me that.
“I just wanted to tell you how amazing you were tonight.”
Her eyes brighten, her smile widening as her cheeks flush. “Thanks, but it wasn’t just me.”
“Of course not, but you were the star,” I lean forward and whisper.
Sage shoves me away with a playful push. “What happened to the guy that threatened to bench me for my supposed ego?”
“He saw her for who she really was.”
She tenses. “And who am I?”
My lips lift at the corner, and I reach out to run a knuckle across her soft cheek. “Relentless. Determined. Fierce. So goddamn beautiful it hurts.”
I can see the pulse in her neck quickening and I catch the look in her eyes before she moves onto my lap. Before I can protest, her mouth is on mine and any resistance melts away. I missed her, I missed her mouth in every sense.
I greedily swallow down her tongue, my hands sliding under the parka and skimming across her bare thighs till I reach her wet pussy. I pause, not finding a stitch of cloth between her legs.
“Sage…”
She moans softly, rocking her hips toward my hand. “I forgot to pack some. I wasn’t going to wear my swimsuit.”
I push into her tight pussy as it struggles to take my two fingers. Her forehead drops to my shoulder as she pushes herself further onto them. Her hand drags down, gripping me through my sweats.
“I need you,” she whispers, brushing her lips against mine.
“I know, baby.” I breathe in her little gasps as I fuck her with my fingers. I’ve never had my hand shoved up a pussy as much as I have in the past two days with her. I’m addicted to it, how quickly I get her worked up, how wet she gets for me, the feel of her as she comes for me.
Her head tilts back, rocking her hips as her pussy walls clamp down on them. A little growl escapes her throat before her attention snaps back to me.
“I want to feel you,” she rasps, widening her knees on the seat as she lifts up and pulls my cock out of my pants with quick precision.
“Sage!” I hiss. She pushes my hand away from her and pushes my cock against my stomach, and rests her soaking entrance on top of it. I catch her hips before she can move, my fingers digging into her flesh with a harsh grip. My control is thinner than paper, but I’m not going to fuck her for the first time on the back of the bus.
“Baby, we can’t here. Let me take you home.”
Her pupils are dilated with arousal as she pouts and wiggles in my grasp. “Take me home then, but let me feel you, Coach.”
That singular word breaks me, it always does.
I thrust up, sliding against her wet pussy lips, her slick dripping all over my cock. Her hand slaps against the window of the bus with a loud gasp as I bump against her swollen nub and I drop my hold as she rocks her hips faster on me. I grab her hands and move them to the seat behind me and then cup her face to kiss her.
“You need to be quieter,” I tell her through clenched teeth. My cock throbs painfully, teased and drenched in the heat of her. I direct her hips to move as I make small thrusts up, forcing us to feel every inch of each other. My eyes are squeezed shut as I try not to come. Sage writhes on my lap, her nails digging into my shoulders as she pants quietly.
I look up at her, tucking a piece of loosely hanging hair behind my ear. Her eyes are glazed over as she pants quietly.
“You’re going to look so beautiful stuffed full of me,” I tell her, my cock twitching again when I think about the first push into her tight pussy.
She tilts her head back. “Oh god.”
Her legs tighten around my waist and I glide her up and down my length, the red and angry tip of my cock leaking with pre-cum as she starts to shake.
Sage looks over her shoulder, and I follow her gaze, relief running through me when neither the driver nor Anna are looking our way. I lift her up and down, fucking her on my cock at a slow pace. Watching myself wrapped around the lips of her pussy, my hard length glistening with her arousal, I desperately want to turn her over and pound into her tight hole.
She leans back resting her neck on the seat before us, angling herself to drop faster and I stay still watching as she works us both. The confidence in every rock of her hips causes me to thicken further, wishing I was disappearing inside her with each drop.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” I moan.
“Yeah,” she gasps. “Imagine it with your cum all over me.”
I thrust up, trying to relieve some of the pain from how hard I am. The bus rocks as we drive over a bump, causing us both to jerk in place and the crown of my cock pops into her tight pussy with ease. She gasps and I swell, coming inside the unexpected heat encasing my tip.
My breathing is ragged as pulse after pulse of cum floods into her pussy, leaking out around us because of my shallow penetration. I can’t look away as my cock softens, slipping out and my cum drips from the red, tight hole that it just filled.
Sage reaches down, running her fingers through the mess and holding up to see my cum smeared with hers.
“You came inside me.”
My cock twitches, already wanting to do it again. “I-”
A dark head of hair pops up above the bus seat near the front, and I quickly shift Sage off my lap. I pulled my pants up over my glistening dick covered with her pussy juices, ignoring the mess we need to clean. Sage pulls her parka closed before leaning forward and grabbing a towel that she discreetly moves under her legs.
My pulse quickens at the thought of her sitting with my cum leaking out of her. Her face is flushed as she looks up at me and something in my chest flutters.
“Are you still taking me home?” she asks quietly.
I lick my dried lips and nod. “Yeah, baby. I’m taking you home.”
She smiles, her heated eyes flashing with the promise of wickedness before she faces the window again. I relax into the seat next to her, pulling out my phone as I feel Anna's gaze from the front.
Chapter Nineteen
Sage
His apartment is nice, something I imagine a bachelor would have. He tosses his keys onto the table by the door before turning to me with a sheepish expression.
“I don’t really have anything to make. I’ll have to go grab us some food.”
I’d usually decline the offer, but I’m fucking ravenous after games. I had already eaten the granola bar stashed in my bag on the bus.
I shrug. “Whatever you want, I’m not picky.”
Fallon steps closer, cupping my face and kissing my lips softly. The gesture is so gentle and different from every other time we’ve touched. “I have the perfect spot. I’ll be right back, make yourself at home. You can shower if you want.”
He’s barely out the door before I accept the invitation to snoop. I make my way to his bedroom, loosely looking through what is thrown about on top of his dresser and smiling when I pick up a clear glass bottle that smells like him.
Setting it down, I glance around at the small ceramic dish to the side and admire a watch I’ve never seen him wear. A few coins lay at the bottom of the shallow plate with an old receipt and discarded pen. I feel a sudden qualm about rifling through his things. It’s a glimpse of his everyday life and makes me realize how little I know about him.
I move to the bathroom, not bothering to peer into his closet. Turning on the shower, I open the cabinet next to the sink and I’m thankful he had the sense to put towels there. I wash off the pool and our mess from the bus quickly, determined to be done before he gets back. Twisting one of the smaller towels in my hair, I rummaged through his grooming bottles on the counter under the mirror for lotion.
Wrapping a second towel around me, I walk into the bedroom, my eyes zeroing in on the nightstand and the bottle resting on top of it. I bite my lip, amused and horny at the thought of Fallon using it to jack off. I wonder what he thought about, my pussy throbbing from imagining it was me.
I grab the bottle and sit on the bed rubbing the cream into my skin. Opening the drawer, I can’t help but continue to explore, my earlier unease gone. My lips curl in astonishment at the stack of magazines and reading glasses thrown about. I expected them to be Playboys, but most are Sports Illustrated and SkipShot. I pull out the water polo magazines, not knowing of its existence before. Probably because my mom wouldn’t have been able to afford a subscription even if I did. A faint flush works up my neck when I see the birthday card I made him stuffed behind the magazines, my little heart warming that he kept it.
I go to sit down to glance through the magazines when I realize I’m casually standing naked in his bedroom. A flush courses through me and I find a t-shirt to pull over my head, shielding some of my body as it falls mid-thigh. I let my damp hair go and run my fingers through it, making a note to ask Fallon when he gets back if he has a brush or comb.
That’s how he finds me, flipping through the magazine in his shirt on top of his bed. He pauses in the doorway, his fist tightening over the plastic bag he’s holding. His mouth drops open as he takes me in.
“What?” I ask, shy at the intense stare.
He swallows. “I like you in my clothes.”
“Oh.” I blush.
Fallon shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts and walks over to me, setting the bag at my feet. I recognize the logo and scrunch my nose.
“Sandwiches?”
Fallon scoffs. “Don’t diss submarines like that. They are better than sandwiches.”
“I literally think they’re the same thing. Where’s my phone? This is a debate that only Google can solve.”
He lets out a playful growl before grabbing me around the waist and tickling my sides for a few seconds as I screech.
“Just trust me, I know what I’m talking about.” Fallon settles next to me, handing me the sandwich he ordered for me and then tears into his.
I eat silently, enjoying how blissfully domestic this feels. Like this is how everything is supposed to be. There are no awkward, tense silences anymore. We are comfortable in each other’s presence.
“What volume were you looking at?” he asks, nodding at the stacks of SkipShot on his bed in between a bite.
Blushing, I grab the magazines and shove them back into his drawer. “Sorry, I was looking for lotion after my shower and…”
Fallon pauses, his sandwich halfway to his mouth as his wide eyes turn to me.
I can’t hold back the laugh that escapes my throat and he puts his food down with a shake of his head.
“I’d like to say that’s not what it looks like, but it’s exactly what it looks like,” he says.
I shrug. “I’m not judging.”
“I can assure you it was never water polo magazines.”
“That’s good to know,” I say through tight lips, trying not to laugh again.
His eyes narrow. “I’m serious. Not even the one with you in it.”
Shock clears my amusement away. “I’m in one of those?”
Fallon looks at me curiously. “Yeah? You didn’t know?”
“I honestly didn’t even know it existed till I saw the pile in your drawer,” I say, picking up my sandwich and taking a bite so I don’t have to explain further.
He nods, grabbing his food too. “Most people just view them on the website. I have a buddy who likes to print them and send them out.”
“What did it say about me?”
Fallon grins. “Said you were one to watch out for. Up and coming star.”
I roll my eyes. “No, it didn’t.”
His eyebrows raise. “You think I’m lying, baby? I’ll find the volume right now.” He moves to start to look through and I grab his hands. “No, don’t! I don’t want to read anything about myself,” I say.
He nods. “Yeah, I get that. It only gets worse with the reporters at the Olympics.”
I want to ask him more about his time there, but I don’t want to ruin the mood. The fact that he’s been multiple times is just another reminder of the difference in our ages and points in our lives. It makes the fact that I’m in his bed, only wearing his shirt, feels surreal.
“What’s going on?” He interrupts my thoughts.
“Nothing, just thinking.”
Chapter Twenty
Sage
Fallon rolls the remainder of his sandwich in the paper it was previously wrapped in and moves over me to set it on the nightstand. He grabs my food, doing the same with it before laying next to me, tugging me down to rest on his chest.
I snuggle into his side, the heat of his body and his scent comforting me. His hand rubs down my back.
“I can take you home,” he says.
Sitting up, I look down at him. “You want me to leave?”
“No, Sage. I want you in my bed, but something is bothering you. I can see it in your face.” His green eyes glow with tenderness and my heart skips a beat.
“Oh,” I say, my shoulders slumping. “I guess I just realized how different our lives are. It made me feel… nervous. I don’t know.”
“Nervous about what?”
I shrug. “Us. Wherever this is going.”
He sits up slightly, leaning against the headboard and rests on his arm behind his head. His lips curl and his hand drifts to my bare leg, caressing the soft skin on the inside of my thigh.
“I tried to stay away from you, but I don’t think I can.”
Warmth spreads through me at his confession. Shivers run down my spine and harden my nipples because it feels like he’s as obsessed as I am.
“I don’t want you to,” I tell him, catching his fingers as he moves up my leg and under the shirt.
Fallon pulls at my hand to move on top of him, and I straddle his hips. “I just wish I could take you out. If our situation was different, I wouldn’t hide you from the world.”
I smile, the thought of going on a date with him causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. “I would love that.”
“I’ll just have to control how I look at you during practice,” he says, his hoarse rumble hinting at his arousal as the bulge under me thickens.
“And games.”
He smirks. “No one can look away from you during games. Believe me.”
My cheeks flush and his thumb brushes the heated skin before he tucks a strand of my messy hair behind my ear. “I love that look.”
“What? When I’m embarrassed?”
“It’s this adorable shade of pink. It’s the same color when you’re coming on my fingers, when I know you’re thinking about something inappropriate,” he says, his darkened eyes locking with mine.
My breath catches and his hands glide up my back under the shirt, wrapping around my waist. He scoots down the bed, lifting me over his chest and I let out a squeak when my knees land on either side of his head.
“Oh my god, Fallon. What are you doing?” I try to move off, but his hands come over my thighs, pushing me onto his face.
“I want to drown in your pussy. Ride my face, baby,” he says, his tongue licking up my slit.
I’ve never had a man talk so dirty to me, granted my experience is very limited. I’ve always wanted to try this, so I place my palms on the wall in front of me. Rocking my hips slowly, Fallon groans as he pulls me down further and I can feel every inch of his face pressed into my pussy.
He sucks my clit into his mouth sharply and I jerk, losing my rhythm before he moves down and shoves his tongue inside me. I drop my weight with a groan. His fingers dig into my thighs as he keeps me there. It’s an erotic experience that I don’t think I can come back from. The thought of laying on my back as a man eats me out seems boring compared to this.
Teeth nip at my clit softly and I let out a surprised screech as my nipples harden from the shudder of arousal.
“Holy shit,” I moan, the tense fire building as he devours my pussy from underneath me.
I can hear his muffled groans and my pussy clenches at his clear enjoyment of giving me pleasure.
“Oh god, I’m going to come,” I moan, moving quicker over his face as his tongue keeps up, sliding in and out of my wet hole. Fallon’s hand glides to my lower back and he pushes me forward, his lips pulling my clit into his mouth with a strong suck.
I scream, my body trembling as it lets out the intense pressure of arousal it had built. I’ve never come so hard in my life. Fallon doesn’t let up the entire time my pussy flutters with the waves of my release.
My chest is rising and falling unevenly as he pushes me to the side and I slump over, my limbs like jello from how hard I’ve come. The mattress shakes as he strips out of his shirt and sweats.
“I think you’ve broken me,” I choke out.
His husky laugh gives me shivers as he lays me onto my back, climbing on top of me. His palms rest on either side of my head as he stares down at me, and I can feel the heat of his thick cock on the inside of my leg.
“We didn’t use anything earlier and I don’t have any condoms.”
I blink, struggling to process his words and then grimace. I’m not even embarrassed that I don’t care about all that shit, I just need him to fuck me.
“I’ve been on birth control since I was sixteen and if you’ve given me anything, I will literally kill you.”
Fallon kneels back, hooking his arms behind my knees and pushing them forward as he lines up with my entrance. He drapes his chest over mine, bending me nearly in half as he plunges in as far as he can. I cry out, his thick cock stretching me painfully. He thrusts in and out, my fingers grip his shoulders and I arch up, trying to get used to the size of him as he keeps shoving in more of his length each time.
“I shouldn’t feel disappointed that you can’t get pregnant,” he says hoarsely.
Shaking my head, I twist my hands into his hair, rocking my body back into him. He should definitely not feel disappointed by that realization, but why does my pussy clench when I think of carrying his baby?
“Oh god,” I moan as he fucks me with deep strokes.
His ragged breathing is accompanied by grunts and the slaps of our skin. I’ve never been as thankful for the pill I choke down every day as I am right now because the man is fucking me stupid. And I’m fairly certain if he asked me to have his kids, I would say yes even though I want to go to the Olympics more than anything else.
