Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

Chapter Two

Lily

I’m a bundle of nerves. I can feel Coach Big’s eyes on me and I worry he can tell that I’m turned on. My body feels like it has electrical currents moving through it. My breasts feel so heavy, my nipples hard and pushing against my bra, that it’s almost painful to breathe. I open my mouth to say something, anything, and my voice comes out hoarse with desire.

Can he tell? Does he have any idea?

Underneath the smell of the salty perspiration that has popped out over my body from the workout, the aroma of my desire for Coach coats the air.

Coach Markus Big is every fantasy I’ve ever had. He’s tall and muscular, towering over me easily. His body is packed with muscle, so wide that when he stands next to me, I feel small and feminine. I’ve rarely felt that around boys my own age. Being five-foot-five has me about average height for my age, but not that small compared to the boys in my class. Most of the time I feel gawky and out of place. But I never feel that way around Coach.

I moisten my lips again, my mouth suddenly dry as he puts his hand on my shoulder, encouraging me. God, I want him. It’s so hot today, muggy too. I feel the sweat start to coat my skin even more. The sun is beating down on me, and I’m trying to suck more air into my lungs. The heat coupled with my arousal makes me feel dizzy.

I watch his lips move, but I can’t make out what he’s saying because the sound of my heart is thundering in my ears, drowning out his words.

My gaze drifts down and I watch his Adam’s apple move. I move my tongue over my bottom lip as I imagine licking it. I can see small beads of sweat on his neck and I long to taste them, to take them into my mouth and see how salty they really are.

I let my gaze move over his body, looking under my lashes and praying he doesn’t notice that I’m staring at him. I stop when I get to his muscular thighs. His upper legs are solid muscle and I want to straddle them, to rub myself against him and make myself get off just from that alone.

I’ve never had sex. I’ve never even wanted it, not until Coach Big came into my life. Now, it’s all I think about. I want to belong to this man. I want him to take my virginity, to feel him deep inside of me … to feel him come apart inside of me.

“Lily? Did you hear me?”

I take a shuddering breath as his words finally register.

“What?” I croak, my voice harsh because my throat is dry, the hunger inside of me so strong it’s like a runaway wildfire.

“I said it’s time to do a practice run. I’ll time you. I need you to remember what I said, pace yourself. Slow and steady until you get to that crucial lap,” he says and I shake my head. I need to get my mind on my training—not Coach Big. He doesn’t think of me like that. I’m his student and these kinds of desires are wrong, misplaced.

That’s it.

That’s all I’ll ever be.

A student he can never touch.

“I’m ready,” I tell him.

“Get in position for me, Lily,” he murmurs, watching me closely.

Filthy images slam into my head as I imagine myself bent over, grabbing my ankles, Coach Big behind me as he smooths his hands over my ass.

Did I give my desire away for him? Can he tell how bad I want him?

I drop my gaze down, trying to get control of myself. Before I turn around, I see a large bulge pushing against Coach’s gym shorts.

God.

The air leaves me almost violently. I might be innocent, but I know exactly what that is. He’s hard, impressively hard. The broad outline of his cock strains against the fabric of his shorts.

He’s huge, thick and long and I instantly wonder how that monster can possibly fit inside of a woman.

Inside of me.

Is he hard because of me?

Does he want me?

That seems ridiculous, but the possibility fills me with this hunger so intense it’s almost painful. Would it be insane to test the waters and see if Coach Big wants me as much as I want him? Could I tempt him into claiming my virginity?

I don’t even know how to flirt with a guy, and how sad is that for a newly turned eighteen-year-old? I’ve never wanted to do anything sexual with a guy before. But Coach Big changed all of that for me.

In my heart, however, I know if I don’t try, I’ll lose this chance forever and that makes me panic.

“Lily? Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, his voice alarmed but still hard and holding authority.

I force my gaze away from his hard cock as a plan starts to form in my mind.

My heart feels like it’s beating outside of my chest, thundering with a force that jars me. God, when did it get so hot? A cold, clammy sweat pops out over my body, one that has nothing to do with my stretching and warm ups.

“Lily?” he asks again, worry thick in his voice. “Hey, you still with me?”

My blood is rushing through my veins, the sound echoing in my ears.

“I feel funny,” I tell him. I can barely hear my own voice.

Am I whispering?

“Lily?” he asks, the panic in his voice clear.

My knees begin to buckle. But before I fall, Coach Big catches me, his arm going under my knees, his other around my body as he lifts me up easily and carries me off the track.

I lay my head against him, wishing I could stay in his arms forever.