by Madison Faye
“This is not over,” I growl before I storm off with her in my arms back to my car. She stirs, arching her brows before she half-cracks her eyes open and look up at me. Slowly, a big, warm smile spreads across her lips.
“You’ve got really pretty eyes you know,” she drawls, grinning sleepily at me before she closes her eyes and drops her cheek back against my chest. She’s so warm, and so perfect in my arms, and I can feel my pulse quicken.
“Where’re we goin?” she mumbles.
“I’m taking you home.”
Her eyes suddenly fly open.
“No!”
“Waverly—”
“Nooo, Coach,” she groans. “Please don’t.”
I frown. “Waverly, you have to—”
“My mom will kiiiiiill me,” she mumbles.
“Yeah, well, too bad,” I growl.
Waverly shakes her head, her face crumbling.
“Please, Coach. She thinks I’m at the dorms saying in Sasha’s room.”
I pause I get to my SUV, my jaw tightening as the wheels begin to spin.
Don’t do this. Do NOT do what you’re thinking about doing.
I know I should just take her home. Of course, I should. But then, my mind goes to all the questions that would obviously come up from Natasha. Like, oh say, why was my drunk eighteen-year-old daughter calling her Coach at ten o’clock at night to come pick her up from a party? Not to mention, I have no idea what Waverly might just blurt out in this state.
I groan, squeezing my eyes shut as she sleeps against my chest.
Just take her home. Take her home. To HER home.
I open the passenger side door and set her down gently, buckling her up and letting her head loll against the headrest as I gently shut the door and then move to my side.
Don’t fucking do it. Do NOT fucking do it.
And in the end, I take her home.
…My home.
9
Waverly
I wake up in a panic.
My mouth is dry, it’s dark, and it’s so hot under the covers.
…What the fuck.
My pulse spikes as I viciously kick the blankets away, my hand flying to touch my body before I suddenly sigh as the relief washes over me.
I’m wearing clothes. Thank fucking God.
I swallow, shivering as I sit up in the strange, huge bed and look around the strange, huge room. The bedroom is really tastefully done, with nice art on the walls, fancy furniture, and a wall of big floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking woods and what I think is the river.
Where the fuck am I?
My eyes move to the bedside table, and I frown as I see the big glass of water and a bottle of Tylenol sitting there, next to a nicely folded white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. My head aches, and though it’s not too bad, I reach for the bottle of Tylenol and pop two before I down about half the glass of water.
I slide from the bed, feeling a little grimy as I pull the tank top I wore to the party off and slip on the big, oversized t-shirt. I peel my jeans off, which are wet and grass-stained at the cuffs and knee, frowning as I toss them aside and pull on the shorts, which I quickly realize are men’s black boxers.
I guzzle the rest of the water before my head clears a little more, and I bend down to grab my phone from my jeans.
It’s dead.
I frown as I stand, glancing around the moonlit bedroom.
“Hello?” I whisper. There’s no response.
I pad to the door, opening it slowly and glancing out into the hallway.
“Hello?” I say it a little louder this time, but there’s still no response. I step into the hallway, glancing around as I walk down it towards what looks like a much bigger room. To my right, a wall of windows like the ones in the bedroom looks out over the river and downtown Southworth across it, and I frown.
Where the fuck am I?
I keep walking slowly, but when I turn to look at the wall to my left and see it covered with framed photos, I suddenly freeze as the realization hits me.
…Almost every picture has Camden in it.
I’m at Camden’s house.
Slowly, it starts to come back to me. I remember calling him, sort of, but I don’t remember what I even said to him and thinking of all the things I very well could have said to him makes me cringe. My eyes glance over the pictures—pictures of him looking much younger in a swimming speedo posing next to a pool holding a gold medal. Him and some other guys smiling and grinning at the camera giving thumbs up. I blink, my jaw dropping as I spot the pictures of him standing between Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte, basically the two most insanely gifted pro swimmers in history.
There’s one of him holding a pretty young woman in his arms—a blonde who’s beaming at the camera with her arms around his neck. That one makes me scowl and quickly move past it to the others.
Slowly, I step out of the picture-lined hallway into the big open living room. It’s dark but for the moon coming in through the glass, and when my eyes scan the room, I freeze as they come to a stop on him.
Camden’s asleep on the couch—shirtless and gorgeous looking with a sheet over his lower half. I walk over to him, and I’m about to shake him awake, but I don’t. Instead, my eyes just drink him in as a shiver teases through me.
God, he’s so beautiful. So perfect. So masculine. My eyes slide over his grooved muscles and tattoo ink. I blush, biting my lip and knowing it’s wrong, but also knowing I can’t not check. I pluck at the sheet, my heart racing as I lift it to glance under.
Okay, he’s wearing boxers. But they’re tented obscenely, and my breath catches at the site of his thick erection. I shiver heatedly, pulling my eyes away and dropping the sheet to glance back up at his face. He stirs, frowning, and then suddenly, his eyes open, making me gasp.
He blinks, startled for a second before he gets his bearings
“Waverly,” he growls.
“Hi,” I say softly.
“Are you okay?”
I nod, hugging my arms around myself as I glance around the room. Camden clears his throat, sitting up and draping the sheet over his lap before he pats the sofa next to him.
“Here, sit.”
I do.
“Thanks for…” I swallow, blushing. “Thank you.” I frown. “What… I mean, I remember drinking, a lot. And calling you?”
He grins. “You did.”
Heat blooms over my face.
“And then I think Ian was there? And someone else?”
“Scott Manning.”
I nod, frowning. “I remember drinks and then feeling so tired and—”
My face goes white, and Camden quickly takes my hands in his, shaking his head.
“Nothing happened, Waverly,” he says quietly.
I breath slowly, relief washing over me.
“When I showed up, you were out, and they were…” His eyes narrow, his jaw rippling.
“Well, I don’t know what the fuck they were planning, but I stopped it.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He nods. “I thought maybe you were…” he looks away.
“What?”
“I thought you’d been drugged, Waverly.”
My stomach knots. “Was I?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t think so. I have a drug test here at the house and I swabbed your cheek to check for roofies or something.” His clenches as he squeezes my hand. “I think you were just really, really drunk.”
I cringe, looking down.
“I hope I didn’t… you know.” I swallow, suddenly standing and hugging myself again.
He frowns. “What?”
“Make a total fool of myself when I called?”
He smiles, looking up at me and shaking his head. “No, you didn’t.”
He smiles wryly, our eyes meeting.
“Thanks, Camden,” I say quietly. “For getting me. For not bringing me back to my mom’s like that.” I shrug. “For not… you know.”
He f
rowns. “For not what?”
I smile shyly. “I dunno, using the situation? You didn’t even take my clothes off.”
He chuckles, raking his fingers over his jaw.
“Yeah, oddly, taking advantage of drunk teenagers isn’t really my thing.”
I grin shyly, nodding.
“Look, go sleep. The bed is yours, and I’ll take you home in the morning.”
I snort. “Oh, my mom would love that.”
Camden chuckles. “Or maybe I could just call you a cab.”
“Coach—Camden,” I swallow. “Look, I know… I know you went out on a limb for me with this.”
“Waverly, it’s fine.”
Our eyes lock.
“Camden…”
I frown, and I know I should stop, and just go back to his bed and sleep, but I can’t. I can’t stop the words burbling up inside of me.
“How do you…” I swallow, pausing, and his brow furrows.
“How do I what?”
“How do you say no?”
His jaw tightens, but I just keep going.
“I mean, do you…” I blush. “Do you even want me?”
A growl rumbles in his throat.
“It’s not a simple question.”
“Yes, it is.”
“Waverly—”
“No,” I say quietly. “Do you or don’t—”
“Fuck yes, I do,” he snarls suddenly, making me gasp as the fire blazes in his eyes. “Fucking of course I do, Waverly,” he hisses intensely before he shakes his head.
“But I can’t. I can’t want you.”
“Why not?”
“You know damn well why not.”
“But you did before. And I don’t just mean before you knew it was me.”
His eyes burn into me.
“Those were…” he shakes his head.
“Mistakes,” I finish for him, my lips pursing.
Camden’s look is hard, but he shakes his head.
“I didn’t say that, Waverly.”
“But they were?”
He looks away.
“Go to bed, Waverly.”
“You sure about that?”
He doesn’t look at me as he nods, his muscles straining and his hands gripping the sofa cushions in iron grips.
“Well, thanks for the shirt.”
My pulse races. My skin tingles. And I know I’m done waiting. I know I’m done being a bystander in this thing between us.
“No prob—”
“I don’t think I need it anymore, though.”
I peel it over my head and toss it onto the couch next to him. Camden’s jaw tightens as he turns back, his eyes swiveling up to me and then down over my bare, naked breasts. He swallows thickly, fire roaring in his hungry gaze.
“Anyways,” I whisper. “So, goodnig—”
I gasp as he suddenly explodes into action, grabbing my wrists and tugging me into him. I moan, falling into his lip, my legs spreading and my knees going to either side of his hips as I melt against him. Our lips crush together, and I moan eagerly into his mouth as everything else fades away.
My tits press to his rock-hard chest, and I can feel his thick, throbbing dick through the sheet and the boxers of his I’m wearing. My nipples rub against his skin, making me gasp, and when I grind into him, I can feel his big cock pulse against me. His hands slide over my hips to my back, sliding up my spine and holding me tight to him as he claims my mouth with his.
We grind together, gasping and moaning as his thick erection grinds against my pussy. Whimpering, grinding, and gasping for more as I kiss him with everything I have.
Camden groans, holding me tight and making me squeal as he rolls us over and pushes me down across the sofa. Our lips bruise together, and I moan into him as I feel his hands skim down my ribs. His fingers hook into the waist of the boxers of his I’m wearing, and when he starts to peel them down, I cry out as I feel the air against my bare, slick pussy.
He pulls his mouth from my lips, dropping down to kiss and bite and suck his way down my neck to my collarbone. He moves lower, swirling his tongue over one nipple before moving to the other and sucking it between his lips. I groan, my hips rising to meet him as he moves lower, kissing down my tummy, and when I feel him kiss even lower, the fire roars inside of me, knowing what he’s after.
When his tongue drags over my dripping wet lips, I moan loudly, gasping in pleasure as his wicked tongue bumps over my clit. I shiver as he pushes his tongue back down, sliding it between my lips and easing it inside of me as I whimper and claw at the couch. One hand slides down into his hair, clinging to him as he sucks my clit between his lips and begins to swirl his tongue over it.
He dips down again, growling as his powerful hands grab my thighs, pushing my legs up high and spreading them wide. His tongue drags down over my pussy, teasing my opening before he goes even lower. My eyes fly open and my jaw drops, and I’m about to protest, but when that tongue of his just barely swirls over my tight, forbidden asshole, pure freaking pleasure erupts through me.
I cry out, moaning and whimpering as he tongues my ass, his thumb rolling my clit in slow, deliberate circles until I’m writhing on the couch for him. It’s so fucking dirty and wrong, but then, isn’t everything about us like that? His tongue drives me wild; his thumb pushes me towards that edge, and when he just keeps going, and going, and going, I start to fall.
“Camden…” I whimper, my body shuddering and twisting as the climax comes rumbling up to claim me.
“Oh fuck, you’re—!”
“Come for me, beautiful,” he groans into me. “Fucking come for me.”
His thumb rolls my clit, his tongue swirls over my ass, and suddenly, like being struck by lightning, it hits me hard. I scream, convulsing and shuddering and bucking against his mouth as the orgasm slams into me. Camden just groans hungrily, licking and teasing me right through the climax until I’m gasping for air. His mouth drags up higher, and when he takes my clit between his lips and teases it with his tongue, I convulse right into another shattering orgasm, my cries of pleasure filling the house.
He slides up between my legs, and I grab him eagerly, kissing him wildly as my leg wraps around his waist. I moan into him, feeling his big cock throbbing against my pussy through is boxers. My hands slide down his gorgeous body, slipping between us and pushing lower to cup his thick bulge.
“I want you,” I hiss into his lips, whimpering eagerly as he suddenly growls into me and kisses me even harder.
“Waverly,” he growls.
“Please.”
“Baby, I can’t—”
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, you can.”
“Jesus, Waverly,” he groans, crushing his lips to mine and kissing me fiercely. “What the fuck are we doing?”
“I don’t know,” I gap. “But I don’t want to stop.”
He groans, spinning us and pulling me back into his lap. I moan, shamelessly grinding my pussy against his fat cock through his boxers as I kiss him wildly.
“Baby, I’m not just going to fuck you on my fucking couch at three in the morning.”
“I’m asking you too.”
“Waverly—”
“Please take me,” I moan, kissing his perfect lips heatedly, feeling the thrill of the forbidden explode through me. I reach between us, my fingers sliding over his thick cock, and when he groans, I whimper as my lips slide to his ear.
“I want your cock, Coach.”
He growls, his hands pushing between us, and before I know it, he’s tugging the waist of his boxers down, and his swollen cock springs free to slap against my hand.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my hands shaking as they move to grip him. I swallow. Shit, my fingers don’t even touch when I circle them around him.
“You’ve never done any of this, have you?” He whispers lowly.
I swallow thickly, looking up into his eyes as I shake my head.
“But I want to,” I say quietly, easing back towards his ear, my pulse racing
as this temptress inside of me somehow burns to the surface.
“Can I suck your cock?” I purr.
Camden growls, savagely, his hands tightening on my waist and his cock pulsing in my hands.
“Please let me suck your cock, Coach.”
He snaps, yanking me into him and crushing his mouth to mine. I whimper, our tongues swirling as I jerk his big dick, before suddenly, I push away. I slide down, our eyes locked as I slip off of his lap to the floor on my knees between his legs. My heart races as I reach for him again, moaning softly as I start to stroke him. I lean closer, wetting my lips as my eyes drop to the enormous cock that throbs and pulses between his legs.
I look up at him as my tongue slips over my pouty lips, and seeing the raw, animalistic hunger in his fierce gaze has me melting for him. I lean in, open my mouth, and slowly sink my wet lips down around his swollen crown.
Camden groans.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he hisses, his abs clenching and his dick swelling between my lips. I whimper, his reaction fueling me on, and I eagerly suck more of him into the back of my mouth. I moan, humming around him and stroking his shaft as my tongue teases up the underside of him. I swirl it around his crown, and when I taste something salty-sweet and sticky on my tongue, I only suck harder.
My fingers tease up and down his shaft as I suck on his thick head, my pulse racing. His hands drop to my hair, tangling in my auburn locks, and that only sends a thrill through me as I inhale his cock. I moan eagerly around him, bobbing up and down and slurping wetly and shamelessly as he grunts in pleasure. His muscles ripple, and his jaw clenches as his thick cock throbs against my eager tongue.
“Fuck, Waverly,” he groans, throwing his head back. “You’re doing that so fucking good, beautiful.”
Spurred on, I suck and slurp wetly on him, one of my hands sliding down to cup his balls. They’re so full, and so heavy, and suddenly, I’m slipping my mouth from his cock and down to them. I swipe and swirl my tongue over his heavy sack, and when Camden’s jaw drops and his eye roll back, I grin.
…Beginners luck or not, I’m loving this.
