9. Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Shawn

I looked at Marketa who looked just about as confused as I felt. Sure, we were dating, getting to know each other, but sex never happened this weekend, and I was okay with that. For some odd reason, having it happening here, behind the Coach’s back, in his house, just didn’t feel right.

“Dad,” she said, stepping away, and I frowned at the loss of heat. I wanted her right beside me, not stepping away. “You’re home early.”

“I was going to surprise you, figured we could do something. I thought you’d be alone, not off fucking my team.”

“Hey, sir, that’s uncalled for.”

“Get the fuck out of my house Colter. I can’t even look at you right now. Given that, I can’t even figure out what that will do for the team or practice.”

“Coach Jones,” I started again, but he crossed his arms over his chest and glared right at me. I wasn’t a fool. I could read that look loud and clear.

“It’s okay, Shawn,” she said.

I nodded. There wasn’t anything I could say. And the one thing I wanted to do, to give her a light kiss, to give her my strength, sure wasn’t going to fly with her dad glaring over us.

So, I turned the stove off, removed the meat, and then ran upstairs to grab my stuff. I opened the door, glanced behind me to offer Shorty a smile, then left.

Fuck, that was painful.

How dare he be a prick. He didn’t have to be. Sure, he had said no fucking his daughter, that she was a no touching zone, but she was also an adult. She could freely talk to whoever she wanted. So, what if that person was on the team he was coaching for?

Alas, nothing I could do about it now.

*****

Four fucking days later, and I wanted to change that statement. There was a lot I could fucking do. Or at least wanted to do. None of which was legal.

I rested my hands on my knees and leaned over, trying to catch a damn breath. The man was a sadist, running me ragged out here.

And for what?

The roster went up for the first few games, and guess what? Prick that he was had me on the bench, much to the team’s disappointment.

I lifted my head as the coach blew his whistle and called the end of practice.

Thank fuck.

I wasn’t sure my legs could take much more.

I made my way into the locker room, ignoring the talk from everyone and got lost in my own world.

Forty-five minutes later, as the last one to leave, I walked down the hallway, passing the court, and frowned as the lights were left on. I popped my head in, surprised to see Marketa sitting on the bench.

“What are you doing here, Shorty?”

“Waiting on you.”

“For what?” I sat my bag down then took the seat next to her.

The devilish glint in her eye had me wanting to pull her on my lap. What was this woman thinking?

“I want to apologize for my dad.”

“You don’t need to, Marketa. We both knew how he would be. So, we’ll play it cool and let him think he won. I’m not giving up on you. You struck something in me, and I’ll be damned if I let you go.”

“Music to my ears.”

I frowned at that, not sure what she was thinking. I mean, I was up for whatever game she wanted to play.

“Yeah, why is that?”

Without a sound, she climbed on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, then pressed her lips against mine. And I was lost in all the sensation that was Marketa and the things she did to me.

She giggled as she finally broke away, leaving me breathless. She stood and tossed her shirt, making my eyes open wide.

“Want to know something I’ve always wanted to do?” she asked.

“What’s that?”

“Screw someone on my dad’s court. A little secret tidbit for only me to know.”

With that, she quickly undid the rest of her clothing, making my mouth water. Thank goodness everyone else was gone.

I jumped up, tossing off my own clothes, the naughty thoughts of that playing in mind like crazy. She squealed a little as I chased her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and kissing her deeply.

Fuck, this woman was fun, crazy, naughty, talented, smart, and beautiful. She was the whole packaged wrapped up one nice, Shorty bow.

I let my lips trail over her neck, and then down her chest, flicking my tongue over her nipple. She groaned as she arched, her nails sliding through my hair.

“Your tongue.”

“What about it?” I asked, switching to her other nipple.

“It’s wicked.”

“Wait till you see the things it can do to your cunt.”

“That’s great,” she hissed, pushing her body against mine. “But I don’t need it now. Later you can do all the nasty things with it. Right now, just fuck me.”

I lifted my head as I trailed a finger over her slit, finding her to be wet already. Damn. I barely kissed her, so was it the thought of tainting her dad’s workplace that got her hot and bothered?

“Do you know, that’s the second time you demanded that of me.”

Her head lifted and she locked her gaze with mine, the heat there making me even harder. Not that my cock wasn’t crying out in pain.

“It won’t be the last, now fuck me.”

“No,” I told her, moving to kneel on the logo right in the middle of the court. I pulled her down with me, then laid down. “You fuck me.”

Her eyes dilated even more, and she took my hands, intertwining our fingers and lifting them over my head as she sunk down on me.

Sure, this was only my second time being buried in her, but fuck, it felt so right.

I pulled my knees up, my feet flat on the floor, and I couldn’t fight the crazy, sexy shivers that raced down my spine at doing this to the coach. As childish as it may seem, it was a small little payback.

“Damn it, Shawn, you fill me up like no one else has.”

“Fucking right,” I groaned, squeezing her hands while I looked over her body. She was so damn perfect for me; it nearly killed me. “I’m the only one who will, too.”

She smirked as she looked down at me, her hips slowly twisting. Jesus, she was killing me at this pace.

“Shorty,” I growled, “I said fuck me, not tease me.”

I nearly died as she tightened around my dick before coating it with even more of her juices. Oh, she liked that.

“Was it the growl, or the dirty talk? I could talk about your cunt all day, how tight it is, how it feels around my cock, how I love being buried in you balls deep.”

She moved faster with every statement, and I lost my mind. This wasn’t working.

So, I let go of her hands, grabbed her hips, and fucked her from the bottom, thrusting up into her furiously. I reached between us, rubbing my thumb over her clit as she moved harder against me.

“Yes, fuck yes,” she cried out, her nails scraping down my chest as she went crazy, coming fast and hard. “Oh my god, yes…” she whimpered.

Her tightness pushed me over the edge, and I joined her, seeing stars dance behind my eyes.

That was beyond intense, and fuck me, I wanted to do it over and over again, never letting this woman out of my arms.