The Player Gets Coached

by Janet Nissenson

  They lingered over coffee and dessert, sharing a fresh strawberry crumble with crème fraiche, and chatting companionably in a way Finn had rarely ever done with one of his dates. When the waiter discreetly left the guest check on their table, Delilah made a move to grab it but Finn was far too quick for her.

  “Hey, what’s that all about?” he challenged, plunking his credit card down next to the check. “You seriously thought I would let you pay the bill?”

  She shrugged. “Why not? You paid last time, along with buying the symphony tickets. And I’m a very modern woman, Finn, used to taking care of myself, not to mention a successful business owner. I can definitely afford to reciprocate.”

  “Tough. ‘Cause it ain’t gonna happen, darling Delilah. Not with me, anyway. Tell you what - if you really want to quote unquote “reciprocate” you can invite me over to your place for dinner sometime. How does that sound?”

  She scowled at him but shrugged in assent. “Fine. And how convenient for you to have found a way to invite yourself over to my place.”

  Finn grinned unapologetically. “Strictly a happy accident, honestly. Now, if you’re finished, we ought to head out to our next stop.”

  The jazz club that Max had recommended was a pleasing mix of funk and sophistication, and Delilah seemed impressed as they were shown to a secluded little table. They ordered drinks - a vodka martini for her, a beer for him - and sipped them leisurely while listening to the music. At some point several couples began to filter onto the dance floor, prompting Finn to rise and offer his hand to Delilah.

  “Dance with me?” he asked hopefully.

  She nodded, placing her hand in his and letting him draw her to her feet. Finn didn’t bother to mute the groan of pleasure that escaped his throat as he pulled her close against him, savoring the feel of her curvy little body. His arm tightened around her narrow waist, while his other hand held hers firmly against his chest. Even with the stiletto heels of those sexy ankle boots, the top of her head barely grazed his shoulder, and it was a natural reaction, he supposed, to feel protective about someone of her petite stature.

  His protective instincts, however, were quickly shot to hell as Delilah snuggled in a little closer, pressing her soft, round breasts against his chest, and resting her head on his shoulder. With their bodies this close he would very easily be able to fit his rapidly hardening cock into the notch of her thighs, silently letting her know just how ready he was to finally bring this thing between them - what it was exactly he couldn’t define as yet - to its inevitable conclusion. But with a supreme - and uncharacteristic - amount of self-control, Finn continued to maintain a moderately respectable distance between their bodies, even while every single one of his nerve endings was urging him to grind his dick against the part of her lush little body that he longed to plunge into, to bury himself inside, and then linger for several hours. The smoky, sultry jazz music, with the wail of the soprano saxophone and the throbbing beat of the bass, more than helped to set the mood, and he had to bite down on the inside of his mouth to restrain himself from bending down and kissing the gorgeous, tempting woman in his arms like a starving man.

  But his gentlemanly behavior was all for naught, it seemed, when Delilah was the one to boldly bring their bodies into much more intimate contact, giving that sexy little ass of hers a wiggle as she none-too-subtly ground her crotch against his. Finn’s eyes widened in shocked surprise, unsure for the first time in his adult life of how to react.

  And then, to add further to his shock, Delilah reached up on tiptoe to murmur huskily in his ear, “Unless you really want to stay, I think we should continue this somewhere more private. Don’t you agree?”

  In response, Finn grabbed her hand and pulled her along in his wake, only pausing long enough to collect her jacket from their table. Once outside of the club he tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the valet to bring the Corvette around, keeping an arm wrapped tightly around Delilah’s waist the whole time, as though afraid she’d change her mind about the offer he was pretty damned sure she had just made him.

  And there was zero chance of that happening, he thought firmly, as he assisted her into the low-slung car. He gulped as her short skirt rode even further up her slender thighs, almost to the crotch. After waiting this long for Delilah to give him the green light - the few weeks that had felt like a whole fucking year at times - nothing and no one was going to prevent him from finally claiming her tonight.

  The drive home was made quickly, silently, and fortunately safely. Finn wasn’t worried about the amount of alcohol he’d consumed. He’d kept his intake to a minimum and had a higher than average tolerance for the stuff. No, his concerns about getting them home in one piece was strictly about his off-the-charts sexual arousal, and being able to resist pulling into the closest parking space just before yanking the delectable Delilah onto his lap and kissing her senseless.

  The elevator ride up to their floor from the garage was also made in silence, though Finn could swear he felt the virtual crackle of electricity in the air inside the closed car. He placed a hand on the small of Delilah’s back to guide her down the hallway, but abruptly jerked it away when he realized it was visibly trembling.

  ‘Jesus, McManus,’ he admonished himself. ‘Better get your shit together real quick. ‘Cause the way you’re acting right now you’re liable to blow your wad the second you get inside of her. And wouldn’t that make a helluva impression.’

  Delilah paused in front of her unit, keys in hand. “I believe the standard line at this moment would normally be ‘your place or mine’. But since I have no intention of being occupant number three thousand and one of your bed, I’m taking the choice out of your hands. It’s my place or nothing. More specifically my bed or nothing.”

  Finn smirked. “Babe, trust me on this. I’m so desperate for you that I’d settle for a dog bed right now.”

  She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “I’m not even going to answer that. Or ask if you’re speaking from past experience.”

  As classy and ladylike as Delilah always acted, Finn had assumed that she would rather shyly let him take the lead from this point. What he’d neglected to take into account, however, was the fact that she was also a bossy little thing, the CEO of her own company, and a woman who was very comfortable being in charge - a trait that apparently extended into the bedroom.

  The moment she locked the door behind them Delilah practically launched herself into his arms, pulling his head down to meet her eager, fiery kiss. It only took Finn mere seconds to react, his hands cupping her ass as he lifted her effortlessly off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on tight as the kiss deepened, grew hungrier, dirtier, more frantic. He was so aroused, so damned fucking hard, that the urge to take her up against the wall of her foyer was becoming impossible to resist.

  But as he pressed her up against the wall, then began to run a hand along the smooth skin of her thigh, inching beneath her skirt, Delilah wrenched her mouth from his, and murmured urgently into his ear, “No, not here! Bedroom. And be quick about it.”

  If he hadn’t needed to get fucked so badly, and also hadn’t been afraid she’d toss him out on his ass, Finn would have chuckled in amusement at just how bossy she was proving to be. But because his cock would never, ever forgive him if he blew this opportunity, he suppressed his laughter and obediently carried her in the direction of her harem styled bedroom, grateful that she’d left a light on in the hallway so that he didn’t have to stumble around in the dark.

  He set her down gently on that sumptuous bed, but Delilah was evidently not in the mood for gentleness tonight. She paused only to flick on one of those red-shaded lamps before kneeling in the middle of the bed and crooking her finger at him.

  They fell together like a couple of feral beings, their lips and tongues entangled in a frantic, breathless kiss, tumbling back against the mound of jewel-toned pillows. He felt her hands tunneling beneath the hem of his swea
ter and caressing his bare chest, her nails digging into the skin of his back. At her huskily whispered instructions he pulled the cashmere garment off over his head, then groaned as her tongue darted out to lick each of his flat brown nipples. With her help he shucked the rest of his clothing until he was laying prone on the bed stark naked, and she was straddling his thighs, still fully dressed.

  “Ah, fuck!” he shouted, as her soft little hand closed over his proudly erect cock, the thick head pulsing with the overwhelming need to ejaculate. She used her thumb to rub the drops of pre-cum that had formed into his burning hot skin.

  “You’re a lot of man, Finn,” purred Delilah, licking her lips as if in anticipation of how he’d taste. “I guessed you would be, knew you’d be this well hung. So you’re going to need to let me be on top this first time.”

  “Huh?” he mumbled incoherently. The feel of her hand smoothly pumping his penis with those long, steady strokes was driving him close to the breaking point. And if he’d still been able to do more than grunt and groan right now, he would have happily agreed to anything and everything she asked for.

  She laughed softly, bending her head until her long hair fell like a silky curtain on either side of his thighs. She pressed a kiss to his navel before running that wicked little tongue up and down the length of his dick, then gave him a playful little love bite on the hip.

  “Jesus,” he hissed, his hips arching up off the mattress. “Babe, don’t. Not that everything you’re doing doesn’t feel fucking amazing, but I want you way too much right now. You want to play later, I have all sorts of fun games we can play. Right now I need to come so bad I can’t think about anything else. So, yeah, you want to be on top, or the bottom, sideways, hanging upside down from the ceiling, I’m good with any of that. Just, please, I’m begging you, Delilah - get naked and fuck me. Please.”

  “Well, since you asked so nicely,” she teased, lifting herself up off of his body, “I guess it would be really cruel to keep you waiting any longer. Especially considering how hard you are right now.”

  In one smooth, unhurried movement she pulled the satiny green camisole over her head, and Finn made a low, animalistic sound deep in his throat at the first sight of her really spectacular breasts. They were barely contained by a bra of mint green silk and cream lace, the full, round globes almost spilling out of the shallow cups. She reached behind her and deftly unhooked the sexy bra, letting those jaw dropping tits spring free.

  He took both breasts between his palms, eagerly squeezing her soft flesh before brushing his thumbs over the tight pink nipples. Somehow she wriggled out of the close fitting black skirt while still straddling him, until she was wearing just a teeny tiny thong of mint green and those sexy as fuck ankle boots.

  Finn tugged impatiently at her miniscule underwear. “Get this off now or I’ll rip it in two. But leave those boots on. All I’ve been able to think about tonight is fucking your brains out while you’re wearing them. And - shit. We’re gonna need a condom.”

  “You’re damned right we are,” replied Delilah bluntly. “I’m on the pill but I still insist my partners use protection. Here. Let me.”

  She reached across his body to open a nightstand drawer and extract a packet. With precise dexterity she rolled the condom over his aching, throbbing dick, and then tossed her tiny thong carelessly to one side.

  “You’ll need to go easy at first, okay?” she murmured, rubbing the ultra sensitive tip of his cock against her wetness. “You’re a big guy like I mentioned and, well, sometimes it isn’t easy for someone my size to, uh, accommodate someone of your size all at once. That’s why I wanted to be on top this first time - so I can control how deep you go, make sure I can handle it.”

  That thought had never occurred to Finn until now - that a woman as petite and dainty as Delilah might have issues with deep penetration, especially as hard as he liked to fuck. He stroked the side of her hip gently, soothingly.

  “Go as easy as you need to, babe,” he assured her. “Just don’t expect this to take very long the first time. You’re - so damned hot, Delilah, so fucking sexy. I think I could come just from looking at this body of yours for a couple of more minutes. You ready for me, though? I don’t want to hurt you, so take it as slow as you need to. Even if it kills me in the process.”

  She laughed a bit wickedly then took hold of his hand, guiding it between her thighs. “What do you think, lover? Does this feel like I’m ready to take this big cock of yours?”

  He didn’t need the slightest bit of encouragement to slide his index and middle fingers inside the tight, wet opening to her body, though the feel of all that damp heat clenching around him was more than he could take right now.

  He rubbed his thumb over the tiny nub of her clit, the gasp of pleasure she made nearly his undoing. “Hot and tight and so damned wet,” he growled. “Yeah, I’d say you’re way more than ready for me, babe. And I’ve been ready for you since the first time I saw you.” He grasped her by the hips, lifting her off of his body a few inches. “So, I’m really, really begging you here, Delilah. Before I go blind or my balls turn blue or some other horrible thing happens to me from being this horny, can you please just fuck me now?”

  Delilah giggled, but her dark eyes were positively smoldering as she took hold of his penis and began to very slowly, very carefully, lower herself onto him. Finn clenched his teeth at the exquisite, almost painful sensations that racked his entire body - from head to toe and every tiny nerve ending in between - as she sheathed him inside of that tight little pussy.

  “Ah, God,” she exhaled, closing her eyes when she was fully impaled on his cock. She was bracing herself, her hands gripping his thighs, her head thrown back. “I - I need a second here. You’re so - I feel - a little - overwhelmed.”

  “Easy, babe,” he soothed, his hands caressing the soft curves of her ass. “Goddamn, you feel good, Delilah. Hot and wet and tight as a fist. All you need to do is squeeze this tight little pussy around me a few times and you’ll make me come. I could die a very, very happy man right now, just like this.”

  She expelled a little whimper as he rubbed her clit again, then tweaked both of her nipples at once. “Finn,” she sighed. “Mmm, that’s so good. Here, let me.”

  She began to rock back and forth against his cock, her movements slow and gentle at first, then gradually increasing in tempo. Her palms flattened against his chest, and she used that leverage to ride him harder and faster, their hips thrusting against each other in perfect synchronization. Finn’s breathing grew choppy, and he felt beads of sweat begin to trickle from his forehead down his cheeks. He had no idea how he’d managed to hold back his climax this long, given how painfully aroused he’d been for most of the evening. But it felt so damned good to be buried inside of her sweet, tight body that he was reluctant to ever have this feeling end. It was only his greed for her, his enjoyment of the hedonistic pleasure he felt as he continued to rut inside of her, that held his orgasm at bay.

  That last little bit of self-control, however, was smashed to bits a few seconds later when he felt the inner walls of her vagina begin to spasm around his cock. Finn glanced up at her, his breath catching in his throat at how magnificent she looked at this moment - her cheeks and breasts flushed the deep pink of arousal, her eyes heavy-lidded with passion, her lush mouth parted as she panted unevenly. Surprisingly, given all of his sexual experiences over the years, it had been rare for him to observe a woman in the throes of orgasm this way - usually because he preferred to be on top or behind, but also because it hadn’t been all that often when one of his lovers was able to climax vaginally. Finn prided himself on always giving his partners pleasure, but the vast majority of the time he needed to use his hands or mouth or even a vibrator to get her to climax. Delilah evidently had no such need for extra stimulation, given the tremors rippling through her right now.

  Watching her come so beautifully and thoroughly broke the last tiny bit of control he’d been able t
o manage, his body jerking and bucking uncontrollably as he came - harder and longer and far more satisfyingly than he ever had before. Delilah collapsed onto his chest weakly, her breasts crushed against him, but he was way too spent to even stroke her back.

  But as they lay there together afterwards for untold minutes, their limbs entwined and both of their bodies covered in a fine mist of sweat, the one coherent thought Finn could muster was that this was the only woman he’d ever felt such an overwhelming need to not just possess, but to hold onto for a good long time.

  Chapter Twelve

  Finn burrowed his face deeper into the pillow, fighting off the urge to open his eyes and come fully awake. He knew somehow that the bed he slept in wasn’t his own, that the sheets smelled fresher and the pillow felt softer. But those weren’t the only reasons why he was reluctant to wake up. Instead, the very, very pleasant memories of what had happened in this bed a few short hours ago were what compelled his eyes to remain shut - because subconsciously he was terrified that if he were to wake now he would discover that it had all been just a dream.

  But the urge to take a piss quickly became too strong to resist, and he stumbled buck-ass naked and mostly asleep in the general direction of what he knew to be the en-suite bathroom. As he relieved himself and then washed his hands and face, Finn observed that this room, too, bore Delilah’s personal stamp. She’d had the walls painted a deep gray, hung towels in complimenting shades of ruby red, and set out soaps and lotions from a line of expensive, organic products. It was a room much like her bedroom - sultry, bold, and still feminine - much like Delilah herself.

  He smelled of sweat and sex - mostly the latter - and considered taking a quick shower. But then other, far more pleasurable scents lured him in the direction of the kitchen instead. He paused briefly to pull on his discarded briefs before padding down the hallway barefoot. He wondered how long Delilah had been awake, and why she hadn’t bothered to wake him.