by S. C. Adams
He doesn’t get it. I’m not here to thank him for being my softball coach. I’m here to thank him for being the one person who truly gets me and knows how to lift me up when I’m at my lowest.
“I do need to thank you,” I say as walk over to his desk. Gosh, I hope I don’t smell like bagels. Sure, the scent is delicious, but what girl wants to smell like dough when she’s trying to be intimate with her significant other? I sit on the corner of his desk and stare deeply into his eyes. “I’ve never had anyone in my life believe in me that way that you do. Last night proved that you’ve never stopped believing in me. You’re still encouraging me to go after the things that I want, and I graduated a year ago.” He’s silent for a bit.
“It’s because I care about you, Tessa. I want the best for you; I always have,” he finally says. I smile, knowing he means every word. His warm laugh flows from his lips. He rubs his thumb across my chin and holds it up in the air. His stocky thumb is covered in flour. It must’ve gotten on my face at the bagel shop. “Bringing your work home with you?” he jokes. I giggle as I stare at his flour-covered thumb.
“I came straight here from Bagel Bunch. I should’ve stopped by my house to fix myself up,” I say, adjusting my uniform.
“Nonsense, you look perfect right now, just like you always do,” he says as I melt all over his desk. Man, those butterflies are back and in full effect, fluttering like they’re trying to break free from my stomach. I hate the uniform that I have to wear to work because I feel like it makes my body look like an actual bagel, but Mason doesn’t seem to mind. He’s looking at me right now like I’m the most beautiful person he’s ever seen, and that’s causing my heart to nearly beat out of my chest.
How could this man be so perfect? I try to hide my smile, but he lifts my chin, making it impossible to keep my grin all to myself. His piercing blue eyes captivate me, making it impossible to look away. My pussy throbs as he stares deeply into my eyes, and I want to pounce on him right now.
“You’re just saying that,” I reply. My curls are frizzy, and just a second ago, my chin was covered in flour. Not to mention that I probably reek of yeast. I wanted to stop at home to wash away all of the bagel remnants, but I couldn’t wait any longer to see him. I mixed up orders at Bagel Bunch all day because I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Nicole thought I was sick or something, and she was right – I was lovesick. My body felt ill being away from him, so I rushed over to Sunnyside High to cure my ailment.
“I mean it. You always look beautiful to me.” He pulls me closer, sliding me across his desk toward him. Oh man, my heart is pounding, and my pussy is dripping all over his cherry wood workstation. Good thing he moved those papers out of the way or else they would be as wet as the ocean. I want him more than ever right now, but we’re at my old high school. The bell is going to ring any minute now, and students are going to flood the halls, causing a stampede. If anyone caught us here together, he’d lose his job for sure. But even with that in mind, I can’t stop myself from wanting to drop my pants down to my ankles and bend over so that he can slide his massive, pulsating cock inside of my soaking wet cunt.
He places his hand on cheek, and I nestle my face into his palm. Oh my gosh! What is he doing to me? I feel like I’m floating, but my posterior is firmly planted on his desk. My mind is racing with all kinds of naughty thoughts, and my heart feels like a balloon, so full that it’s ready to pop. His warm hand sends chills down my spine, and I shiver from his touch. God, I can’t stop staring into his eyes; it’s like they’re holding me hostage. Every hair on his head is perfect. Even his five o’clock shadow has a certain appeal to it.
“You’re so handsome,” I blurt out. He smiles, and for the first time ever, his cheeks turn a crimson red. I’ve never seen him bashful before; he usually has a hard exterior that makes him look like a tough guy or a bad boy, but somehow, my words have softened him.
“Thank you,” he says with his rosy cheeks still glowing.
“You’re welcome.” Handsome doesn’t even begin to describe how magnificent this man looks. His striking blue eyes and perfectly carved body create a puddle in my panties every time I lay eyes on him. Sometimes he doesn’t even have to be around, just the thought of him alone causes a river to flow between my legs.
“I feel so safe when I’m with you,” I admit. I’ve never felt as safe with anyone else as I do right now, which is ironic because me being here right now is risky, but he makes me feel like everything is going to be alright. I don’t know how this man does it, but he erases all of my doubts.
“I’ll always keep you safe, Tessa,” he says as he leans in for a kiss. Our lips lock, and he takes me to another world, one where there’s no one else in it but us. My heart races from his kiss and from the fear that we might get caught. The rush of adrenaline through my veins turns me on and gets me all revved up to go. His fingers run through my curls as we make out in his office. Oh man, I’m so hot right now that steam is seeping from my heated body. I know it’s probably crazy, but I want to do way more than just kiss. After all, I did come here to thank him. He’s caught by surprise as I break away from our intense smooch.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks. The gentleman’s blue eyes have become a sea of worry. He mistakenly thinks I’m backing away because I want to stop, but I’m just getting started.
“I know you think I don’t owe you anything, but I do-”
“Tessa, no, you don’t,” he says a bit firmly. He’s humble and doesn’t understand the magnitude of his role in my life. I gently place my finger on his lips, silencing the modest man.
“I do, and I need to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” I slide the basketball shorts he’s wearing off of his muscular thighs, allowing me to see his swollen shaft through his boxers. The sight of his massive bulge makes my cunt throb. I can’t wait to feel it inside of me again, but first things first, I need to do what I came here to do.
“What are you doing?” he asks nervously, but I don’t say a word. Instead, I drop down to my knees and expose his engorged penis by removing his boxers. I’ve never done this before, but I want to do it for him because he deserves it. “Tessa, we can’t. Not here.”
It’s too late. I’ve made up my mind, and I’m not changing it. I place my hands on his inner thighs and zero in on his gigantic cock. It jerks uncontrollably as I move closer toward it. My mouth waters, ready to taste him the same way he tasted me last night. I want him to be my first for all of my sexual experiences. Last night pleased my body in ways I had no idea were possible. I couldn’t imagine ever allowing another man to touch me the way he did.
“Tessa, you don’t have to do this,” he protests. His lips say one thing, but the head between his legs is telling me another. His erect dick is pleading with me to ignore Mason’s words and to suck on it like a sweet popsicle on a hot summer day.
I choose to listen to the latter and gently suck on his inner thigh, causing him to pant heavily. The big, burly man grits his teeth as he tries to keep from making any sounds. We only have a few minutes until the school bell rings, so I have to make this pretty quick. I go over in my mind the tips that Nicole gave me earlier in the day when I asked her nonchalantly how to make a guy come just by sucking his cock. She so freely gave me pointers, completely unaware that I planned on using every tip she gave me on Coach Mason. He grips the back of my head as I kiss closer and closer to his rock hard cock. I look up into his eyes, a bit nervous. This is my first time doing this, after all.
“You can stop if you want to,” he says. I love the way he puts my needs before his, almost like he cares about me more than he cares about himself. Bobby didn’t give a damn whether or not I liked the way he was touching me, but Mason doesn’t want me to do anything I’m uncomfortable with. I can’t stop now; he deserves it for the amazing man he’s been to me. I have to do this, I have to.
13
Tessa
I ease his thick shaft into my mouth, trying my best to fit the large hunk of meat in
to my jaw. He grunts as his cock makes its way down my moist throat.
“Shit,” he says, panting as he entangles his fingers in my curls. I draw back, removing his engorged dick from my throat. My saliva drips down the shaft, making it as wet as my soaked cunt. His sugary skin tastes better than I expected, and I’m certain it has just become my new favorite treat.
I thrust my head forward, causing him to let out another grunt, this time louder. He grips my curly hair tighter, sending a sensational chill throughout my body. I must be doing this right because he seems to be enjoying every second of his cock hitting the back of my throat. A baritone moan escapes his lips as I swirl my tongue around the mushroom top-shaped head. I suction my lips around his dick as I suck and slurp vigorously, causing him to lose all control. He closes his eyes as he floats high on cloud nine. His hand slips up my Bagel Bunch shirt and plays with my nipple, sending tingles through my body. My soaking wet panties can’t hold anymore of the juices my cunt is secreting, and my throbbing clit is ready to feel his touch. One stroke from his tongue would cause it to burst and squirt out the milkiest come. I’ve got to have him right now; my body feels like it’s about to explode.
I pull away and drop my pants and drenched undies to the ground with haste, revealing my swollen, wet cunt. He lifts me into the air with his super human strength and lays me gently on top of his desk, the same desk I’ve sat at multiple times. This moment is so hot. I’m about to have sex with my former softball coach in his office at the high school I graduated from.
“You’re dripping,” he says as he admires my soaked pussy. His thumb caresses my clit, causing me to gush all over his desk. Oh man, the bell is going to ring any minute now, but we’ve come too far to turn back now. Both of our bodies are begging to climax and reach the point of satisfaction. I need to feel him inside of me, stroking until my come drips down his thighs.
“I want you,” I mewl. His crystal gaze gleams in the fluorescent light, shining almost like diamonds. Those eyes drive my heart wild, and now, both it and my cunt are throbbing simultaneously.
“Yeah,” he says, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. “Is this what you want?” He slowly sticks the mushroom head inside of my deep, moist walls.
“Yes,” I moan as his oversized penis penetrates my every inch, taking my breath away. Holy cow, it’s huge – maybe even bigger than it was last night. I hold on to his waist as he miraculously makes his entire piece of wood fit inside of my tiny twat. My body jerks as he thrusts harder, hitting my G-spot with each motion.
“You feel so good,” he grunts through his teeth. Students stampede in the hallway, but all I can hear are my sensual moans and Mason’s huffs as his wooden workstation creaks, squealing louder than the both of us. His hand grips my neck firmly as I shiver in his hands. The powerful thrusts leave me powerless to his control as he nibbles my flesh. I try to hold back my moans, but they break through my lips like they are trying to break out of prison.
“Shh,” he says as he delicately places his hand over my mouth. “Not too loud.” He’s right, and I know better, but my body’s natural reaction refuses to be stifled. But like a child trying to resist a pile of sweets, I can’t help myself. He takes his hand off of my mouth and passionately kisses me as he strokes my soaking wet box. I have that exploding feeling again, the one right before I ooze milky white come. A few more strokes, and my body bursts into completion as I bite my lip to keep from shouting to the rooftops.
“I want to taste you,” he says, pulling his come-covered cock out of my cunt. I can’t take my eyes off of the bulging veins – even his dick has unstoppable strength. He tosses my legs back and drops down onto his knees. I swoon on the desk, waiting to feel the lush strokes of his tongue on my thin, pink clit. He gazes at it as if he’s been fasting for days and I’m the meal he’s finally rewarding himself with. His hands grab onto my hips as he wraps his lips around the sliver of flesh between my second set of lips. I squirm as his tongue brushes my clit like it’s painting a picture. He holds onto my bottom half tighter to keep me in place.
I release moans into the atmosphere, breaking the silence in the office. I bite my lip again. It feels damn near impossible, but I have to keep quiet. If anyone catches us, we’ll be the talk of Sunnyside, and not in a good way. He raises my shirt, revealing my perky tits, and grabs each of them in his massive palms. His heavenly tongue swirls around my pearl as his thick thumbs flick my rock hard nipples. The combined sensations send my body flying, and I soar higher and higher, trying to reach my peak again. My come is still dripping from his mighty prick, but I can feel my body tensing as it prepares to squirt on his magnificent mouth. He stares deep into my eyes as he devours my sweet spot, and I feel so connected to him in this moment that I can’t hold back any longer. I’ve reached my peak, and I’m ready to climax.
“I’m coming,” I say as cream surges from my throbbing cunt. He sucks the sweet liquid from my glistening jewel, leaving not a drop behind. I quiver as I lie on the hot and steamy cherry wood, still recovering from the way his tongue lashed out.
“Bend over,” he commands. Without hesitation, I hope off of the desk and assume the position. His hands hold on tightly to my wide hips as he slides his dripping wet dick deep inside of me, thrusting harder than before. I grip the edge, holding on for dear life as he pounds me from behind. His hard blows shake my body as our skin claps against each other.
“Go deeper,” I whisper, longing for every inch of his cock. He plunges deeper inside of my oasis and grips a handful of my curls in the palm of his hand. Our bodies clash with one another, creating a sound like thunder. Hopefully, no one can hear what’s taking place in Coach Mason’s office right now. The clamor of students rushing out of the school is a good cover up, but it won’t last for long. Luckily, it won’t have to.
“I’m about to come,” the Herculean man grunts as he heaves with every stroke. He plows harder until his body loses its strength as a stream of warm, gooey come jets inside of me. His jizz fills me up, satisfying every ounce of my body. His frame collapses on top of mine while we’re still linked with his cock buried inside of me. He pants heavily as his warm breath tickles the back of my neck.
His penis pulsates inside of me as it slowly loses its superpower. Then he pulls out, leaving a trail of sperm seeping from my pussy. The creamy come runs down my legs, creating a mess, but it’s one I enjoy every much. The chivalrous man grabs a handful of tissues and wipes his semen off of me.
We both get dressed again, marveling in the fact that we just made love in his office and got away with it. Phew, that was a close call. A student or a staff member could have walked in at any given moment. Luckily, they stayed clear of the beloved athletic director’s office long enough for us to finish our tryst.
He pulls me in closely and kisses my forehead. I smile at the feel of his soft lips against my skin. How is this even possible? I always fantasized about this kind of stuff with Mason, but now it’s really happening. It might be too soon to say so, but I think we’re both in love with each other. He hasn’t said it yet, but I can feel it. I can tell by the way he looks into my eyes like I’m the only woman in the world. My body turns to clay when I’m around him, so ready to be easily molded. When I’m in his hands, he’s in complete control, and I love it. He knows where to touch and where to kiss without me even having to ask. Bobby couldn’t find my hotspots if he tried, and he had.
“I should probably get out of here,” I say, realizing we’ve been locked in his office for twenty minutes now and someone might be looking for the athletic director. I try to head toward the door, but he grabs me before I can take a step.
“Come away with me this weekend,” he says as he sweeps me up into his chiseled arms. Is he crazy? Where can we possibly go that we won’t be recognized by Sunnyside residents?
“Mason, we can’t. Someone will see us,” I insist. The last thing I need is for a neighbor to catch us in a public display of affection and g
o running back to my parents to tell them that my former softball coach is being inappropriate with me.
“Yes, we can,” he reassures me. “I own a beach house in New Jersey. We can stay down by the shore for the weekend and have the whole place to ourselves. That way, we won’t have to sneak around.” Oh my gosh! I would love a weekend away at the beach with Mason! I honestly can’t think of anything I’d rather do than spend a few days alone together away from our neighbors. “What do you say?” he asks.
“Yes!” I squeal louder than his cherry wood desk. A romantic weekend alone with this alpha male is exactly what I need. It’ll be just the two us building a flame together that will burn so brightly that no one will ever be able to put it out. I’ll lie in his arms for hours, probably never leaving the bed. We can make love without the fear of being caught and without having to rush. It sounds like the perfect weekend with the perfect man, and I absolutely can’t wait.
“Good,” he says, sounding a little relieved. His arms pull me closer, pressing me against his chest. I listen as his heart thumps loudly, racing just as fast as mine. Our thuds are almost in sync, like a duet harmonizing in a grand performance. His intoxicating scent takes over, leaving me incapacitated and completely at his will. I know I shouldn’t stay any longer, but God, he makes it so hard to leave. I wish he could hold me forever, just like this, but practice starts soon. The girls are probably in their locker room right now, changing and getting ready to hit the field. If I hold him up any longer, they’ll be wondering where their coach is, and they might come looking for him.
“I have to go,” I say even though I don’t really want to. God knows I don’t, but another second could be the difference between us running away for the weekend and Mason being run out of Sunnyside.
“I know.” His melancholy tone puts a gloomy cloud over my heart. He doesn’t want this moment to end either. Damn, it’s only Monday. How the hell am I supposed to make it all the way to Friday? These next couple of days are going to be torture as I patiently wait for our escapade. I’ll have to find a million things to do just to keep my mind off of the trip Mason has planned for us.
