by Alexa Riley
Sunday, I spent the day with her father, but she came into the room, and I could tell she wanted to talk, so I stuck close to Phil. Once school started back on Monday, I had to pass her in the hall, and it was the worst feeling in the world. Wanting to reach out and grab her, but knowing I couldn’t, and it’s why I’ve been staying away. Tuesday and today were the same, not being able to talk to her or touch her drove me to the edge of insanity. It’s somewhat easier to show no expression, but clearly that was hard on her. I started locking my bedroom door to keep my distance, but every night I waited for her to break in. I’m moving out Friday since my place is finally ready, and I’m sure that’s probably freaking her out too.
When I heard her on the phone tonight, it got the best of me, and I needed to feel her again. Remind myself of what we have, and remind her body that I own it. I just have to figure out how we’re going to do this. How we can do this without fucking up her life? I want her, and I have to have her, but I want to do it the right way. It’s time we sat down and had a talk.
Chapter 3
Chris
“Take a lap, Anderson.”
It’s Thursday afternoon, and we’ve got our first game tomorrow against the Badgers. Their defense is going to kill us if my quarterback doesn't get the plays down.
After a hard practice, the boys are tired but ready. I think we are all feeling the adrenaline of the first game of the season and I’ve got my fingers crossed. It’s my first ever game as coach. I send them all to the showers as I talk to the assistant coaches, making sure everyone is ready, giving them assignments to go over tonight. This isn’t just a big game for the school, it’s also a big game for me too. I want to show everyone that these boys have what it takes. With this being my first coaching job, some of the media is bound to be here, and if there are scouts watching, I want these boys to have the best opportunity to show off.
When I walk through the double doors of the locker room, I head to my office, which is off to the side. I pass a row of lockers, and stop short when I hear the Megan’s name.
“Who knew little dorky Megan would sprout up like that? Never knew a Harry Potter shirt could give me a woody. I bet that pussy of hers is cherry tight.”
“Oh yeah, nobody’s gotten in there yet. I plan on getting it first Saturday night after the Homecoming dance. She’s gonna be all mine.”
It takes everything in my body not to rip apart the lockers separating me from the boys on the other side. I heard one of the juniors, Atkins, talking, but I know Croy Anderson is the one talking about fucking her. I should go over there and break it up, but my fists are clenched and I’m gripping the playbook so hard I’m about to rip it in half. I can’t beat a student, I can’t beat a student, I can’t beat a student, I keep chanting in my head over and over.
“I saw that hickey you left on her neck. Nice way to mark your territory, Anderson.” I hear a slap on the back.
“Oh yeah. Gotta let everybody know she’s claimed property. Can’t let anyone get that cherry before I do. She fucking loves it when I suck on her. She likes it everywhere, if you know what I mean.”
My eyes go blurry and I blink a few times, trying to remove the red from my vision. I’ve had all I can stand, so I stomp around the lockers to the other side. When I round the corner, everyone looks at me, but my eyes are locked on Croy.
“Anderson! On your feet!” My voice echoes through the locker room, and he pops up off the bench looking like a scared little shit. Good. He should be scared. I want to rip his lying face off, but I control it. I can’t go to jail, because then I’d be without Megan, and he’s not worth it. “I don’t want to hear that kind of talk in here again. Do you understand me, boy?”
He nods his head nervously, but I wait for a response. “Yes, Coach Burns.”
“I want you back out on the field. You’re running laps with Coach Evans, and once he feels like you’re done, you’re going over the playbook front to back. Then you’ll come in early to go over it with him. We clear?”
“Yes, sir.” He looks defeated as he walks past me, back out of the locker room, but I don’t give a flying fuck.
I turn to the other players, and slam my playbook on the bench. “I don’t know what kind of locker room crap your last coach put up with, but that’s done and over. If I hear anything like the conversation I just heard ever again, you’ll all be warming the bench come game day.” They all look at me with wide eyes, but I’m beyond enraged. I know it’s because they were talking about Megan. This kind of talk always happens when guys get together, not just in locker rooms. But I’m blinded by my anger, and I don’t care. “Everybody clear on this?”
“Yes, Coach Burns,” they say in unison.
I pick up my playbook and storm into my office, throwing it down on my desk. She’s gotten so deep under my skin that the mention of her name is all it takes to send me over the edge. That little fucker claims he gave her that mark. That mark is mine. She’s mine. I laid claim to that body first. I am the one who broke in her pussy nice and sweet. She’s only had me inside of her. Not some skinny little fucker just trying to get a nut. I’m working myself up, but I can’t stop it. I check my watch and see that her last class is done for the day. I looked up her schedule on the school computer system, memorizing it, and I know she should be nearly home. I grab my keys off my desk, having already made up my mind.
I bust out of the locker room and out on the field, and I see Coach Evans running Anderson. I give him a chin lift as I approach, and he walks over with his arms folded. “How many does he need?”
“Enough to make him remember what happened in there, but not enough that he can’t play tomorrow.”
“Fair enough.” Coach Evans turns back to the field and watches Anderson make a lap.
I go out to my truck and slam the door, cranking it up and hitting the gas. I’ve got to get to Megan. I’ve got to see her right this fucking second to calm this beast inside me.
I take the back roads to get to Phil and Janet’s house, driving as fast as I can. When I pull up to the driveway, I thank God neither of them is home. They shouldn’t be back for a few hours, but one can’t be too careful. I jump out and pass Megan's red Honda in the garage as I jog into the house to look for her. I blow through the kitchen and living room, taking the stairs two at a time. When I get to her door, I don’t bother knocking, I just push it open.
She’s standing there in a loose t-shirt that reads, ‘I run because Gandalf told me to’ and baggy cut-off shorts. She has a pencil through a messy bun in her hair, and her big glasses are nearly falling off the end of her nose. She’s more gorgeous every time I see her, and right now, I want nothing more than to take what someone said isn’t mine.
Kicking the door shut behind me, I reach back and lock it, just in case. She slowly backs away from me, until the backs of her legs hit her bed. I stalk towards her, my steps careful. I want her to see me coming. This isn’t sneaky and this isn’t a surprise; I came here to take her.
“Chris, what’s wrong?”
“That little prick Croy Anderson was spreading rumors about you two today, and I happened to overhear him.”
I take another step, and she tries back away further, but she’s run out of room.
“What did he say?” she asks, her eyes widening.
“Said he gave you that mark on your neck. Said your pussy was still cherry, and he was going to get it Saturday after the dance. Know anything about that?”
She squares her shoulders and puts a hand on her hip. “Are you seriously asking me that? You’re the one who put the hickey on my neck for the whole damn world to see. And I’m pretty sure we were both there the night we first…um…when I lost my…you know...” She loses steam as she tries to say I got in that tiny cunt first.
“You mean when I got inside you first? You mean the night you came to my room, and I popped your cherry, and got your virgin blood all over my dick?”
Her face turns bright red and she looks away, nodding he
r head.
I get in front of her and grab her chin, making her look at me. “Best night of my fucking life, baby.”
I lean down and take her mouth, devouring her with my kiss. I reach down, pulling at her shorts and panties, pushing them off her hips to the floor. I break the kiss long enough to take off her t-shirt and bra. Getting her naked as fast as possible is my only goal. When she’s completely bare to me, I push her hips, causing her to fall back on the bed. I grab her legs and pull her to the edge, throwing her feet over my shoulders, and use my fingers to spread her pussy lips open for me. I dive in, rubbing her ripe cunt all over my face. I want her scent all over me when I fuck her, so I rub her sweet honey all over my mouth and nose. I want to be covered in her sticky sweetness so I can smell her pussy as I fuck her. I push two fingers inside her, rubbing her sweet spot as I lick and suck. She needs one quick orgasm, and then she’ll be soft and ready for my dick. I want her squirting on my cock as I fuck her hard, and she needs at least one orgasm first.
I stroke her g-spot and suck her clit as she rides my face hard. She’s got my hair gripped in both her hands, humping my face like a horny slut. Knowing she’s never been like this with anyone else before turns me on even more. Only I get to see her like this. I work her harder, moaning against her sweet cunt. It doesn’t take long before she’s cumming on my face, leaking out her sweet honey and coating my fingers. When I pull them out, I see they are covered in sticky juice, so I lean up and rub it across both her nipples. I want her titties tasting like her pussy too. She’s too fucking good to only have that flavor in one spot. I wish her whole fucking body tasted like that sugary cunt.
I strip quickly, keeping Megan’s ass hanging off the edge of the bed. Once I’m naked, I push her knees up, opening all of her to me. I line my cock up and thrust home inside her warmth. She’s still virgin tight, and I keep thinking at some point she’ll loosen up. But so far it’s almost as if she gets tighter every time I get in her. Her cunt is primed and my strokes make loud smacking sounds. “Goddamn, Megan. You’re so tight and sweet. Tell me who you belong to, baby. I’ve gotta cum in you again. I need you to tell me who owns this pussy.”
“You do, Coach. You own me.”
I lean down, sucking a fat nipple into my mouth, tasting her cunt juice all over it. I moan around it and thrust hard, bottoming out against her cervix. I know she’s still not on anything, and we are both riding bare. Her unprotected pussy is sucking up my cum, begging to be bred. The thought nearly has me going off. If I get her pregnant, there is no way she wouldn't be mine.
“You want me to breed you, don’t you?” The smacking sounds get louder as she gets wetter. My words are making her leak out honey down her ass and onto her bedroom floor. “Fuck, you just started gushing when I talked about getting you pregnant. Didn’t you? Oh, you want it bad, baby, don’t you? I should probably pull out, though.” I grit out, gauging her reaction.
She moves her legs, locking them around my waist, and pulls me deeper inside her. I look down and she pushes her fat tits together, offering me her nipples, begging me to suck her pussy cream off them. “I’ve heard if I cum while you’re in me, it will open up my cervix and I can take more of your cum.”
“Fuck.” Her words are my undoing, and I lean down, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, tasting her pussy on it as I thrust hard one final time. It’s enough to throw her over the edge, and I feel her pussy pulsing, milking my cock and sucking my seed into her. I grab her by the waist, scooting us further onto the bed, but not breaking our connection. We don’t have much time, and I want to be inside her for as long as possible.
She holds me to her chest and strokes my hair. I could sleep like this, but I try not to. I want to enjoy the few quiet moments we have together, just being us. No one else to disturb us, and no one else to worry about. I kiss her body and pet her gently. I’m still hard inside her, and I move slowly, lacking the urgency I had before.
Propping up on my elbows, I look down into her clear blue eyes and brush a few blonde strands away.
“Whose are you?”
“Yours, Chris. Always.”
“And who do I belong to?”
She smiles so big both dimples show on her cheeks. “Me.”
“That’s right, baby. It’s just you and me. The rest of this bullshit we can figure out. I know I’ve been distant, but it’s not because I didn't care. I just needed to have a plan for what we need to do. I still don’t know, but staying away from you isn’t the answer. We just need to be careful a little longer. I’ll have my own place and it will make things easier.”
“I’ll be graduating early, so that will help too.”
I nod my head, already knowing that is coming up in December. “We just need to be careful and watch our steps until then.”
She nods her head in agreement, leaning up to take my lips. I kiss her back, deepening it, and thrust inside her. I want her at least once more before her parents get home.
Megan breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
“What’s that look for?”
“Can we do it doggy-style? I hear that’s an easy way to get pregnant too.”
Her words have my already-hard cock getting even harder. He’s twitching inside her, ready to breed my baby into her womb. I hate to leave her warmth, but I pull out and quickly turn her over, pulling her ass up in the air and pushing her head down on the pillow. “Hold it up like this after I cum so it slides down your cervix.”
She nods into the pillow, and I push in, her pussy already coated with my seed. I fuck her hard like this, riding her cunt like a prized mare being bred. I crouch over her, getting on my feet like an animal, and rut into her hard. She moans into the pillow, loving the rough treatment, and I bite her back, leaving my mark on her. I feel her pussy start to squeeze me, and I know she’s cumming. She’s opening up her pussy for me, and I thrust in and hold it, filling her up.
Once we both catch our breath and come down from our peaks, I pull out and lie down beside her. I kiss her face gently and pet her body, showing her how much I care for her. She keeps her ass in the air just how I told her to, letting my cum stay and take root.
If she’s not already bred, she will be soon. I’ll make damn sure she’s bound to me in every way possible.
Chapter 4
Chris
Sitting across the table from Megan is wonderful. Her parents being at the table with us isn’t so wonderful. I reach for the bowl of salad at the same time as Megan, and our hands touch. We lock eyes and I run my fingers over hers, feeling her softness with my fingertips.
“So, Chris, your place will be ready tomorrow?”
Hearing my name makes Megan jump, and she pulls her hand away from mine. I look up to see Phil and Janet bringing the last of the food to the table as we all sit down for dinner. I clear my throat, trying not to think about how I was just upstairs fucking Megan’s little cunt four times before they got home. It would have been five, but they came home as she was sucking my cock and getting it ready to fill her up again. I got her sweet pussy so full of cum there was hardly room to stuff my cock inside her. She kept her hips tilted up to keep as much as possible inside her, both of us hoping it would result in breeding her.
“Yes, I can go pick up my keys in the morning, and everything is all set to move in on Saturday.”
“You must be so excited to finally have your own space,” Janet says, smiling at me.
“It will be a relief not to have to be quiet anymore.” I look over and smile at Megan, letting her know full well what I mean by that.
Phil laughs and cuts up his chicken. “Oh, you haven’t been so bad. We are all going to miss you, I know that. Aren’t we, girls?”
Both Megan and Janet agree, and I just smile as I eat my dinner. I know one pussy in this house is going to miss my bedtime stories, but I’m thinking we’ll find a way to still make that happen.
“So, honey, have you decided about college yet? I
know we keep bringing it up, but you’ve gotten all these acceptance letters and you’re graduating in four months. You really need to decide what you want to do.”
I pause, my fork halfway to my mouth, as I look at Megan for her response. I can’t imagine her wanting to leave for college after what we’ve shared, but if she decides to go, I guess I’ll just have to follow her. It’s crazy how fast your priorities can change.
She tucks her hair behind her ear and looks away from her mom and dad. “I’m not sure yet. I don’t think I’m ready to go. I’m graduating early, but I want to leave my options open for now until I decide what I want to do.”
Phil reaches over, patting her hand until she looks up at him. “I completely understand, honey. I didn’t know what I wanted to do until I was already halfway through college and had to change majors. I wasted two years of time and money on something because my parents pushed me into it. You mom and I want you to be happy, so think about it, and when you’re ready, we can decide. You’re a smart girl, and we trust you’ll figure it out.”
“When I was your age, I just wanted to have babies and be a stay-at-home mom,” Janet sighs wistfully, looking over at Phil, and I nearly choke on my beer.
“I wish we could have had a dozen babies, my love,” Phil says, and they smile at one another. “Luckily we were able to have one, and she turned out to be enough of a pain in the ass for a dozen.” We all laugh, and Megan’s cheeks burn with embarrassment.
Phil mentioned that Janet had to have a hysterectomy after giving birth to Megan. Something about complications with bleeding. Phil had almost lost both of them. I look at Megan and feel my heart ache. I can’t imagine losing her. I know that when she gets pregnant, I’ll make every doctor monitor her in case that problem should arise with her too.
