The way her body reacts to my dirty talk has me smirking. And when I squeeze her throat just a little harder, listening to her breath cut out, I feel her squeeze around me, the familiar pressure building deep inside as every muscle in her body goes rigid.
“That’s it,” I droll. “Come all over my dick.”
When I release the pressure around her throat, she sucks in a breath, choking on a whimpered moan, a broken scream bubbling out of her as her release gushes out around my cock. And that’s all it takes. One more pump and I spill into the condom, deep inside of her with a low, rasped groan and spots dotting my vision.
In a tangle of limbs and heaving breaths, Hannah and I fall onto the slightly damp bed, coming down from our dizzying highs.
“You can leave now,” she says on a yawn, despite the fact that I’m still fully seated inside her.
I huff a laugh, smoothing my hair back from my flushed face with a muttered, “Yeah, right.”
She rolls over, my cock ripped from her warmth, causing me to yelp in protest. She glances down to where I’m holding my dick, an unbothered look in her eyes when they meet mine. “I’m serious. We’re not doing that whole pretend-to-be-romantic-after-sex thing, and you’resonot staying here.” She scoffs. “Unless you wanna risk running into my father on your way out in the morning when he stops by to take me for breakfast…”
At the mention of Coach Draper, my balls instinctively shrivel.
“Fine,” I say, forcing myself to sit up. “But we’re doing this again.”
“Pfft,” Hannah snorts. “You wish.”
I roll my eyes, pulling the condom off and tying it up. Pushing up from the bed, I walk through the open doorway to the small bathroom, wrapping the used condom in a Kleenex and tossing it into the little trash can. I grab a wash cloth from the hook and run some warm water over it, walking back through to Hannah’s bedroom to find her under the covers, watching me approach with a dubious look in her eyes.
“What are you doing?” She quirks a brow.
I tug at the duvet, ripping it off her, my gaze roving her sexy ass body. “Cleaning up this filthy pussy.”
“I swear to God, if you touch me, I will kick you in your sac.”
She glares at me, and I stare her down. I would never normally go against someone’s wishes, but with Hannah, I can tell she’s just being a bitch for the sake of it. After what we just did, I’m pretty sure it’s some sort of kink.
Wiping at her lower stomach and upper thighs, she keeps her legs pressed together because of course she does. So, I clean what I can and take the washcloth into the bathroom, discarding it into the hamper before walking back out.
“You’re so weird…” she mutters from the bed, watching me pull my pants back on.
“You’reweird,” I retort like a twelve-year-old with no game whatsoever.
“Click the lock on your way out.” And, with that, Hannah rolls over, her back to me as she nestles into her pillows.
I shake my head, walking out of her bedroom, running directly into her dog. Toast Malone sits there, watching me with a suspicious eye like he knows exactly what we’ve been doing. I step around the beast, grabbing my keys and my wig—something I never thought I’d be collecting as I prepare for a walk of shame—from the console table, stopping to pet the dog on his broad head.
“You’re lucky you have no balls, dude,” I whisper. “Women are brutal.”
He responds with a low groan, licking his chops again, andwith one last look around, I pull open the door, click the lock and walk out, making sure it secures behind me.
When I make it back to my truck and start up the engine, I heave a sigh, allowing my head to fall back against the seat, taking a moment. Closing my eyes, I can’t fight my grin.
I just had the best sex of my life. With the one woman I’ve been desperate to get into bed for three years. The one woman who is, and always has been, completely off-limits. My coach’s daughter.Fuck.
That should be enough. Ishouldget her out of my system whether I like it or not, because not only is she my coach’s daughter, but I can’t get involved with anyone. That’s why I am the way I am. One and done. Always. I don’t have the time to get involved with someone. This is so against the rules. But that’s my problem; I’ve always been a rule breaker. And I want her again. And again. And again. And she is out of her goddamn mind if she thinks we’re not going back for round two.
CHAPTER 5
HANNAH
Happy: So… round 2?
Me: I honestly couldn’t think of anything I’d rather not do.
Happy: The way your pretty little pussy was gushing all over my cock last night, I think you’re bluffing, Baby Draper.
