Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

Chapter Six

Lily

He wants me to tell him what I want, but how can I say such filthy things? Here I am, my shirt and bra off, my chest on full display. I’ve never been this naked before in front of anyone, but I had no hesitation taking my clothes off for my coach.

Coach Big. The man I’ve wanted for so long, the maybe too-old faculty member who has me so wet right now I’m seconds away from begging him to fuck me.

To take my cherry.

To claim my virginity.

And to know he hasn’t been with a woman in years, that he’s been celibate, makes this moment even more surreal.

“Tell me what you want,” he says as he stares at my mouth and leans in closer.

I lower my gaze to his shorts, feel my eyes widen even more at the massive length I see pressed against the nylon, and feel my throat tighten.

I can see his name fits him perfectly.

Big. That’s exactly what he is.

“You won’t fit.” The words are nothing more than a whisper from me. “You’re too big.”

He gets even closer to me, sitting on the bed and shifting so that I can feel the hard evidence of his erection brushing against my thigh, making me gasp in shock and hunger.

“You’ll fit, baby. I’ll make sure of it.” He stares in my eyes. “But that’s not for today. Right now I need you to tell me what you want, how you’re going to let me slide my cock between your pretty little breasts.”

I’ve let go of my breasts during all of this, but find myself lifting my hands again and pressing them together.

“That’s it,” he groans. “Get on your knees, between my legs.”

His voice is nothing more than this husky note, and I find myself doing exactly what he says because I want to obey him, because it makes me feel good to do what he says.

It’s arousing, so arousing that I’m almost embarrassed at how wet I am. My panties are soaked, and at this rate no doubt it’ll go clean through to my shorts.

I get into position, his muscular legs spread enough that I can move between them. My heart is racing and I focus on the cold hard floor beneath my knees. It’s grounding me, making me feel a little less crazed.

For long moments he does nothing but stare at me, and I do the same to him.

“Look down, see what you do to me.”

I lower my gaze to his crotch, the massive length of his cock laying against his thigh, pressing against his shorts. He’s so big and long, so thick, and again I worry about how he’ll fit inside of me, of how it’ll be too painful.

Too much.

I can see the crown of his shaft. He’s circumcised, with the flared edge slightly wider than the length. I can even see the outline of his balls, big and heavy, and no doubt filled with so much cum.

I bet he’ll explode if I put his dick in my mouth, if I try to suck him dry. My tongue swells at that very thought. He growls again and I snap my gaze up to his face.

“I bet I can name all the filthy fucking things you’re thinking about right now.”

I can’t move, can’t even breathe.

“Go on, take it out.”

My stomach is hollowing in and out at his words, and I lift shaky hands to place them on his thick, tree-trunk muscular thighs. He leans back to brace his hands on the mattress behind him, giving me access to what we both want.

The drawstrings of his shorts are already untied, and I loop my fingers under the elastic of the waist, pulling them down. He lifts up slightly to give me better access, and then the nylon is falling off his thighs and pooling around his ankles.

I feel my eyes widen as his cock springs forward. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and that knowledge has my heart racing even more. I stare at his dick, the tip showing me the copious amounts of pre-cum lining the slit.

His balls hang underneath his cock, heavy in appearance, masculine.

My mouth waters for a taste, but I know right now that’s not what this is about.

“No going back.” He shifts on the bed, his cock bouncing slightly in front of my face.

“No going back,” I repeat and stare into his eyes. “I don’t want to stop.”

He’s silent for a second then makes this deep, gruff sound. This pleased sound. “Good,” he says harshly. His lips are parted, his eyes half-mast. He looks drugged as he stares at me.

I watch in awe as he grabs hold of his cock and strokes himself, staring at my breasts while he does it. He takes his other hand and curls his fingers around my shoulder, pulling me in closer. I’m still pressing my breasts together, and watch as he brings his dick toward me, sliding the tip under and up my cleavage so the twin mounds are now framing his huge length.

God, he’s so hot and thick, like this steel rod that’s been warmed.

I’m panting at this point, what we’re doing so wrong but oh, so good.

“Keep those titties pressed together,” he groans out and starts to lift his hips and retreats. He does this over and over, sliding his cock between my breasts, fucking me that way. “Yeah, baby,” he groans and closes his eyes for a second. “Christ. That’s so fucking it.”

I’m so wet, my panties drenched, my clit tingling. I want this, want Coach Big to fuck me, to take my virginity and claim me right here in the school locker room. It would be so dirty, so taboo, but God I want him. I’ve never desired anyone before, never even wanted to give myself over to a guy. But with Coach Big that’s all I can think about, all I can picture in my head.

“Coach Big.” I whisper his name when he starts pumping up and down faster.

“It’s Markus,” he says harshly and stares right in my eyes.

“I like calling you Coach Big,” I admit and feel my cheeks heat.

He groans and closes his eyes for only a second before opening them again and staring at me. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, baby?”

I lick my lips and nod, surprised I’m not humiliated by admitting all of this.

“I like when you call me Coach Big, Lily. Makes this seem a little wrong, doesn’t it?”

I nod, being so honest and bared to him that I can’t even begin to comprehend it all.

“Yeah, this is wrong, baby girl, but so fucking right.” He thrusts his hips up harder. “So. Fucking. Good.”

After he says that he picks up his motion, titty-fucking me like he is frantic to come, like he is losing control.

Like I am making him lose control.

He wraps his hand loosely around my throat, not adding any pressure, but the heavy weight of his palm lets me know he is the one in control. And I feel a gush of moisture leave me at that thought, at the feeling and sensations that claim me.

“You like this? You like what I’m doing to you?”

I can’t speak, so I nod instead.

“Yeah, you fucking like it.” He’s breathing hard as he keeps watching me and I know he’s going to come, I know I’m the one who’s going to make him get off. “You ready, baby?”

I don’t need him to elaborate or tell me what I am ready for. I know. “I’m ready,” I whisper.

He doesn’t say anything else, but I watch as a drop of perspiration slides down his temple. He’s losing control.

And then he groans roughly and tips his head back, letting go of my throat and reaching down to grip the sheets on the mattress, as if he’s trying to keep himself grounded for what’s to come.

“Yes,” he hisses out and then he gets off. Thick, hot white jets of cum shoot out the tip of his rock-hard dick and coat my chest, a splattering of erotic paint that has me gasping. I press my thighs together, cry out as the pressure moves right to my clit, and I’m now the one to close my eyes and moan softly.

“Yeah, that’s it, Lily.” He sounds like a madman, like he wants me to lose control as much as he is right now.

And then I orgasm, just let go and rub my thighs together to add more pressure to my clit.

“Come for me,” he whispers and I feel the pleasure increase right before it peaks.

“Oh. God,” I cry out, my head tipped back as I give in to the ecstasy. I don’t know how long the pleasure lasts, but it feels like an eternity. When I open my eyes, it’s to see Coach Big staring at me like he is transfixed at the sight of me coming.

“So fucking gorgeous.” His voice is nothing but a harsh whisper.

We stare at each other for long moments, and I lean forward, finding this strength inside of me to kiss him.

But the sound of the gym doors opening and slamming shut has my heart racing. I pull back quickly and look down at my chest, ropes of Coach Big’s white cum plastered on the top of my breasts all the way to my neck.

I’m frozen in place, on my knees between his legs. I look up at his face, see that he’s focused on where he’s marked me.

And that’s exactly what he’s done, placed his claim on me. I know it. I feel it.

“Coach Big.” I whisper his name and after a few moments the hazy expression on his face fades as he focuses on me. “Someone’s coming,” I say even more softly this time, fearful that someone will catch us.

I’m not worried about being seen with Coach Big, not in an embarrassing way. I’m worried over the fact he could get in serious trouble for this.

He blinks a few times, but still has yet to move, as if he’s not the least bit worried about it—almost like he wants them to catch us, he wants them to see what he’s done to me.

I can’t help but shiver at that knowledge. But then reality slams back into me and I force myself to stand, make myself put on my bra and shirt, not bothering to wipe off his cum that covers me.

I can feel the material of my shirt sticking to my skin, his seed like glue, securing me to him irrevocably. I can feel that deep in my bones, and I’m startled at how good that feels, how right it feels.

He slowly stands, his big body straightening up off the bed. I tip my head back to look at his face, every part of me on fire. I’m so wet, and all I can think about is going home and touching myself, relieving this pressure that Coach Big has built inside of me.

He adjusts himself, tucking his semi-hard cock back into his shorts, and then takes a step toward me, and one more until he’s so close I can feel the heat from his body. He lifts his hand and cups the side of my face, smoothing his finger along my cheek.

“This isn’t over, Lily.” He leans into me so his lips are so close to mine that if I leaned the slightest bit we’d be kissing. “This is far from fucking over.”

And then he slams his lips on mine, slips his tongue into my mouth, and makes me take it.

“You’re mine,” he grunts against my lips.

And all I can do is moan, because in that moment I know one thing for certain. I’m now Coach Big’s.