Текст книги "Riding Red"
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16
Chris
We took down the Badgers in a blowout. I was nervous about it all coming together, but thankfully it turned out all right. The boys performed better than I expected, and I was right to push them so hard. There were scouts in the stands after the media came to film my first game. I even saw a few of my old coaches walking around and taking notes.
It takes a couple of hours after the game to talk to everyone and have the locker room speech with the players. Afterwards I have to do some handshakes with the news and a few boosters to talk about the upcoming season. Overall, it’s a lot more politics than I bargained for, but it is what it is. I guess if I want to continue to coach, this side is the bullshit I have to deal with.
The worst part about tonight was having to do an interview and having to watch helplessly as Croy went up to Megan after the game and put his hands on her. I had a news camera and a microphone in my face, so I kept it together. He reached out to touch her, but she just stood there with her arms crossed. Her big tits were perched on top of her folded arms, making them look obscene, and I’m sure that’s why Croy was hanging around.
Phil and Janet were close by, and they looked like they were having a chummy conversation with him too. That fucking kid makes my blood boil, and I’m pissed off that there isn’t shit I can do about it while I’m his coach.
I made it through the interview without incident, and as I walked past them to the locker room, Megan and I locked eyes. Her parents were so wrapped up in their conversation with Croy they didn’t see me signal to Megan to check her phone.
When I get to my office, I grab my phone and text her.
ME: TELL YOUR PARENTS YOU’RE STAYING WITH A FRIEND TONIGHT.
MEGAN: WHAT FRIEND?
ME: DOESN’T MATTER. TELL THEM I’LL GIVE YOU A RIDE SINCE IT’S NEAR MY HOUSE. I’LL DROP YOU OFF TOMORROW TOO BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO BACK AND GET MY STUFF.
MEGAN: SO YOU AND ME ALL ALONE TONIGHT?
ME: IF YOU TELL THAT FUCKER TO KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOU.
MEGAN: MEET YOU AT YOUR CAR XOXO <3
I toss my phone in my bag and head out. I’m irritated, even though this should be a great night. Maybe it’s just different being on this side of things. When I was a player, the celebration started after the game, but it seems like I can’t get away from people wanting to do interviews and parents wanting to ask about playing time. All I want to do is get Megan and go home so I can sink inside her in peace.
I got the keys for my new place from the builder this morning, but Megan still hasn’t seen the inside. I plan on showing her every square foot after I get her out of here. The thought causes me to smile, and as I’m not paying attention, I almost run right into Kim.
“Hey, Coach Burns. Great win out there tonight.”
“Thanks.” I start to sidestep her, but she follows me.
“Listen, I know you said you’ve got to move tomorrow, but what about a celebratory drink tonight? I promise I know how to show you a good time, you know, you being new in town and all.”
I look over her shoulder and see Megan standing there with her family and Croy. She’s pissed, and I am too. We’ve got to get away from all this shit. “Kim, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested. I have a standing policy to never date coworkers, and I’m sorry if I gave you any impression otherwise.”
Her cheeks flush and she looks away. “I…I just meant as friends.” She’s backpedaling and we both know it. “You may be some big shot NFL player, but that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole.” She spins around and stomps away like I was somehow rude to her.
I just shake my head and try to pretend that didn’t just happen. I go over to everyone waiting for me. I speak to Croy first. He’s my biggest problem, and I need to get rid of him.
“Hey, Chris, congratulations on the win!” Janet beats me to the punch and gives me a hug. I can’t help but smile. She would have made a great cheerleader. She’s beaming with pride.
“Looks like you did an outstanding job of coaching our star quarterback as well.” Phil pats Croy on the back, and I try not to roll my eyes. He fucked up no less than a dozen plays tonight, but luckily my o-line is strong and saved the day.
“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say as Croy beams, clearly taking the credit. It’s a big win for him, and I don’t want to cheat him out of it. But that kid needs some work if he wants to play college ball.
“So, Megan said you’re going to be able to give her a ride tonight.”
I nearly choke on my own spit at Janet’s question, but I just nod and smile.
“Yeah, Mom. Coach said it was on the way to his new place, and then he could just bring me back in the morning when he comes to get the last of his stuff.”
“Okay, sounds perfect, as long as he doesn’t mind. Your car is still in the shop getting new tires.” Janet looks at her phone distractedly. “You’ll just need to be back before noon so you can get your hair done for the dance.”
“You’re going?” The words come out as an accusation. Croy answers, which just pisses me off further.
“Yes, we finally worked out the details. I’m going to meet up with some of the guys tonight.” He turns, looking at Megan expectantly, and she just nods her head at him. “Okay, I’ll pick you up at five tomorrow. We can do dinner before.”
Megan’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t respond. Phil turns to Croy and shakes his hand, telling him he did a good job tonight. I give him a chin lift, and he heads out, leaving the four of us.
“All right, husband, we’re kid-free tonight. Let’s go get wild.”
“You mean ice cream, don’t you?”
“You got it.”
After Phil and Janet leave, I walk to my car, Megan trailing behind me. I hear her quick footsteps trying to keep up, and it’s all I can do not to turn around and throw her over my shoulder. I’m aggravated, pissed off, and horny. Not a good combination.
I climb in the SUV and wait for Megan to get in and close the door. I crank it up and pull out of the parking lot, waving to people as we leave. Once we are away from school and on the road, I grip the steering wheel with both hands.
“So you’re going with Croy? After I just said you needed to stay away from him?”
“He put me on the spot in front of my parents. What was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry I have a boyfriend, and oh look, here he comes now. You guys might recognize him.’ No. My mom jumped at the chance for me to go to a dance. She wanted me to experience the last part of my high school years, and I guess that included Homecoming. You act like I had a choice.”
I know she’s right, but I can’t think clearly when it comes to her. “Fuck.” It’s the only thing I can say. I feel like an asshole for putting us both in this position, but we’re stuck, and I can’t claim her out in the open. Yet.
“Show me your pussy.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Megan. Pull your skirt up and show me your cunt. Let me see what’s mine.”
I see her shaky fingers go her hem as she scoots her ass to the end of the seat. She pulls it up, spreading her legs wide. I can’t help myself. I reach over.
“Spread your lips for me.”
When she does, I rub two fingers over her wet clit, and then sink them deep inside her. I finger-fuck her for a few minutes, and then pull them out, licking them clean. Fuck, I love the taste of her teenage cunt.
“Let me see your tits too.”
“Chris.” She sounds shy, but I need it.
“Show me, Megan. Now.”
She lifts her shirt and pulls down the soft cups of her bra, letting her big tits bounce free. I reach over, pinching one hard nipple, and then the other. I want my mouth on them so bad, but I’ll have to wait a little longer.
I reach down and undo my khakis, pulling my cock out. “Come suck me off before we get home. I want you too much right now, and I won’t last.”
She crawls over to me, leaning over the center console, and starts sucking me right away. Feeling her hot little mouth on my dick is heaven. She’d never sucked a dick before mine, and fuck if that doesn’t make me love it more. She said she watched instructional videos on it, wanting to make it good for me. It’s working all right, because she gives the best head I’ve ever had. She reaches down, stroking my shaft down to my balls and teasing back up as she twirls her tongue around the head. Her warm wet mouth sucks and licks, begging for my cum. I pull over on a back road and grab her hair with both hands, pulling it back out of the way for her while she gets me off.
I cum hard and fast, and goddamn, her sweet little mouth sucks it all down. “Oh God, baby. The best. Best.”
I breathe heavily as she sits back against the passenger door, spreading her legs wide for me. Seeing her glistening pussy and how she got off on sucking me makes me start leaking cum all over again. I’ll never get enough of her.
“I want you to rub your pussy until we get there.”
I put the car in gear and pull back onto the road. I glance over every few seconds, seeing her rub her pussy and hearing her sticky sounds of pleasure. The SUV smells like her cunt, and I wish it smelled like this all the time. I'm tempted to tell her to rub it all over the car, but we’re pulling into the garage and I don’t want to waste any time.
Once the garage door closes, I get out and Megan follows. Before she can open the door between the garage and the house, I scoop her up and carry her across the threshold.
“What are you doing?” she laughs, but I don’t answer. I just smile and keep walking.
I carry her down the long hall and straight to the master suite. I bypass the mattress that’s sitting on the floor, and go to the bathroom.
“I need a shower after that game, and I want you to help me break it in.”
I had some furniture delivered this afternoon. Basic essentials I knew I would need for my first night. The bulk of the furniture and all my boxes from storage will come tomorrow.
Walking over, I set Megan on the bathroom counter between the double sinks. “Yours is on the left,” I say, kissing her nose and moving to turn on the shower.
“I have a sink?”
“You have more than that.” I toss over my shoulder, letting her think what she wants to.
Once the eight shower heads are running hot, I turn and strip, and then do the same for Megan. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me as I carry us both to the shower. My cock is hard and jutting up between us. I’m leaking cum, and it rubs between us, making me even harder.
I had the builders put in a high seat in the shower, big enough for me to sit on. As it turns out, it’s also the perfect height for me to sit Megan on while I wash her, and when I fuck her.
After I set Megan down, I hit the built-in shampoo dispenser the designers put in. I make her lean back as I lather her hair, massaging as I go. She moans with pleasure, and that’s when I move between her legs, pressing my cock to her opening.
“I’m going to fuck every inch of you. In every inch of this house. Starting right now.”
She reaches between us and grabs my cock, guiding me in while I continue to shampoo her hair. I fuck her slowly, unhurriedly, because we’ve got all night. I’ve already taken the edge off, but I know she needs to come after our playtime in the car.
“Reach down and rub your clit, baby. Use my dick to get off.”
She does as I ask, rubbing her clit while I fuck her. The only point of contact between us is my hands in her hair, and my cock in her pussy. She moans and grinds against me, taking her pleasure.
“That’s it, baby. Be as loud as you want. This is our home, and you can scream the fucking roof down.”
Megan moans louder, letting it echo off the shower walls. Fuck if her sounds don’t make me want to cum. I feel her pussy start to squeeze me, and her back arches away from the tile. She rubs hard and fast, and I watch as her orgasm hits her. She’s beautiful when she cums, and being able to just watch is fucking amazing. Seeing her lost in her pleasure triggers my own release, and I thrust against her, holding my cock inside as far as I can go, emptying all of my seed inside her.
When I catch my breath, I don’t pull out. I just pick her up and tilt her head towards the shower head to rinse her off. Afterwards, I move her back to the seat and soap us both up, still not breaking our connection. I want to be inside her as much as possible tonight. My goal is to not pull out one time. Just one continual fuck fest.
I kiss her sweet lips and lick water droplets off her nipples as we rinse off. It sparks off our need all over again, so when I step out of the shower, I just take her down to the tile floor. The cool marble chills our hot skin and creates a slick surface for me to fuck her on.
“You should really get a rug in here.”
“You pick it out, I’ll buy it,” I say, licking the water drops off her neck.
“I think a Star Wars-themed bathroom would be pretty badass.”
“Whatever you want, love.”
17
Megan
“You're not going,” he whispers in my ear before he nuzzles my neck, the morning light shining through the windows, giving it a little nip.
“Chris, my mom…” I try to reason with him, but my words cut off as he pulls himself from me. I instantly miss the warmth of his body.
The bedroom is bare, with only a king-size mattress on the floor. Chris paces the room like a caged lion wanting out. The tense lines of all his muscles show. Okay, maybe not a tiger, more like a bear.
“Come back to bed.” Sitting up, I let the sheet drop away, hoping it will entice him back into bed. I don't know how much longer I have until the movers show up, and I want to soak up every minute of alone time we can have together. These moments are rare, and I want every second I can get. A moment without having to worry about being caught, or what people will think. It’s just him and me in our safe bubble.
"Fuck!" he bellows, and then turns to look at me. His curse sounds angry, but his face doesn't show any trace of that. “I can't do this.”
A sudden panic hits me at his words, and I can feel the blood leave my face. Gripping the sheet, I pull it to cover myself.
“No, no, no, baby.” He's on me instantly, his big hands cupping my face. “I meant this hiding shit. I can't do it, and it’s driving me fucking crazy. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but the thought of you going anywhere with that kid drives me nuts. I don’t think I’d make it through the night without losing it.”
"Chris, I would never do anything with him." I try to reassure him about the dance, running my hand up and down his back and pulling him closer. He just stares down at me. His face looks like he's in agony.
“No, you wouldn’t because I won’t let you near him.” His mouth takes mine in a punishing kiss. It’s hard, and it demands my surrender—something he already has. I can feel his need to mark me, and I should probably be scared by his intensity, but I’m not. I crave it, want it more than anything else in the whole world.
No one has ever made me feel the way he does. Like he can’t breathe without me. “I need you.” My legs drop open a little more at his words, giving him what he wants, letting him fully slide between them. His big body cages mine. He feels so good pressed against me. My heart pounds and desire rushes through me.
He doesn’t wait for permission, no build up or foreplay. He pushes inside my body with all the strength in his powerful thighs. His cock thrusts against the tight muscles of my pussy, and I feel a delicious ache as he bumps against my cervix.
“You feel that? I’m going to drain every drop of me into you, and your greedy pussy is going to soak it all up. Isn’t it?”
I moan at his words; it’s all I can get out as my pussy clenches around him, begging him to do it. My body jerks beneath him as he starts to thrust in and out of me. Each thrust is more forceful than the last. Using his hand, he holds me in place, thrusting deeper, like he can’t get far enough inside me.
Our moans fill the room as he begins to pound into me at a punishing pace. I know I’ll feel the aftermath of this love-making for days to come. Waves of pleasure so intense wash over me, I’m not sure how much I can take. He rides me hard, making me scream out his name. The climax strikes me without warning, ripping through my body like an explosion. My body locks up under his, every muscle tensing as the orgasm courses through me.
His cum shoots into my body, his warm jets filling me up. My pussy clamps down around him, trying to greedily suck up all of his cum.
“Who the fuck is she?” The shrill words jolt me from my lust-sodden mind, Chris’s body goes rigid against me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he bellows, getting up.
The woman standing in the door looks completely unfazed by Chris’s hard words. She’s well put-together, her short red hair falling to her shoulders. It’s completely straight, with not a strand out of place. Her dark lipstick is a dramatic contrast to her pale skin. She looks like she’s at least six feet tall, with killer heels helping her get there.
She stares at me with her nose scrunched in disgust, like I’m some kind of bug. It’s then I realize I’m completely naked and so is Chris, standing there next to the bed in all his glory.
“Turn around, don’t look at her naked,” he barks out, but the woman just stands there staring at me. If anyone should get dressed, it’s him.
“Megan, bathroom. Now,” he says, noticing the woman in the doorway isn’t moving. “Megan!” he snaps again, sending me into motion and scrambling for the bathroom. I see Chris sliding on a pair of boxers as I slam the bathroom door, and I’m somewhat relieved.
Dressing quickly, I’m thankful that my clothes are in here as I listen to the yelling on the other side of the door.
“What are you doing here, and how the fuck did you even get in, Delilah?”
“I’m sorry Chris, I shouldn’t have responded like that, I know we aren’t exclusive.”
The word ‘exclusive’ makes my stomach clench.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Chris’s words are sharp and angry. I’ve never heard him talk like this.
“Well, I just thought, you know, we could never be together before because you traveled so much, and now, well, you’re here, I’m here.”
“Go down to the kitchen and wait for me,” I hear Chris say, making a lump form in my throat. Why isn’t he kicking her out? Are they still in some kind of relationship?
It makes me wonder if how he acts with me during sex is how he acts with every woman. I’m new to this. Maybe he’s just always this intense. Maybe he likes talking dirty, and I’m just one in a long line of many.
I jump when I see the door handle wiggle. “Megan, unlock the door.”
I wipe the tears from my eyes, not sure what to say. I don’t want him to know I’m crying.
“I’ll be out in a minute. I’m just going to jump in the shower…” I pause for a second to steady my voice so it won’t crack. “Why don’t you go take care of your—” I stop because I don’t know what to call her.
“All right, baby. Don’t leave this room, you hear me?” His voice is stern and not to be questioned.
“Okay,” is all I can manage, thankful the one word is all I need. A minute later I hear his footsteps leave the room. Releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I seize the opportunity. Slipping from the bathroom, I peek out the window that overlooks the front yard.
Shit. We’re in the middle of nowhere. No way could I walk. I see Chris’s pants on the floor so I go over and pull out his keys.
Now I just have to get out of here without being noticed. As I sneak down the stairs, I pause when I hear the woman say, “We were going to get married. You said you wanted babies, and I’m ready for that.”
It takes everything in me to hold back the sob that wants to escape. I feel like I’m about to vomit. I can’t listen to any more of this. I sneak around to the garage, and it’s then I see how the woman got inside. Chris had left the garage door open. Sliding into his SUV, I text my mom.
Megan: Pick me up at the school
Mom: Be there in ten
I start the car and pull out of the driveway. I have to beat my mom to the school. I don’t want her to see me driving Chris’s car.
When I get there, I pull the car into the backlot, dropping the keys into the side panel of the door. Pulling my phone from my purse, I see a ton of missed calls and texts from Chris. Without reading them I type out a message as I head to the front of the school to wait for my mom.
Megan: Sorry I took your car but I left it at the school in the staff parking lot. Keys are in the side door. I need time to think. Please give it to me.
When my mom pulls up to the curb, I jump into her car. My distress is clearly showing.
“Baby?” she whispers, and the floodgates open. Tears stream down my face, and I no longer try to fight what I’m feeling.
“Home, Mom, please,” I beg, looking out the window. I know if I look at her, I’ll just cry harder.
“Megan, you have to tell me if someone hurt you. You’re scaring me. I’ve never seen you like this,” she pleads with me.
Looking over at her I reassure her. “Just my heart, Mom.”
Her eyes soften at my words. “Ice cream and shopping it is.”
We pull away from the school, and a silent breath leaves my lungs, thankful that Chris didn’t make it there before we left.
“I don’t think I’m up for it.” I stare out the window, wiping tears from my eyes.
“They opened a new vintage game shop in the shopping center by the lakes.” I look back over at her and see she has a soft smile on her face. “If he made you cry and isn’t chasing you down, he’s not worth it, baby. They should always chase.”
“I just have no idea what I’m doing, Mom. I’ve never been—”
“In love?” she finishes for me, and I just nod my head. I’m totally clueless. Part of me thinks I’m overreacting, that I should sit down with Chris and talk this out, but the other part of me is telling me to run scared. I don’t know if I can’t handle what he might have to say.
“Then we’ll talk it out,” she says, like it’s that simple.
“I don’t think I can with you, Mom. It’s, well, awkward.” The idea of talking to my mom about boys seems weird, but maybe because I’ve never done it before. There was never anyone else. Only him.
“Megan, you’re eighteen years old. I know what your father and I were doing when I was eighteen. You’re a woman, I’m a woman. It’s only awkward if you let it be.”
“Ice cream it is,” I say.
She smiles and nods, heading in the direction of the ice cream shop.
Lying in bed, I stare up at the ceiling. I told my mom as much as I could without giving away who I was crying over. We spent the day shopping and talking, I texted Croy to let him know I wasn’t going to the dance, and I felt a little better about everything.
My mom was right. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be. It just crushes me to think that Chris might have had what we shared with someone else at one time. That he considered having a baby with another woman eats me alive. I felt so special when I thought of this being something we only felt for each other. This need to be together clawing at both of us was special. Uncontrollable and unexplainable, it was just there. How things were supposed to be.
Chris came crashing in when I wasn't sure what I wanted from life. Feeling a little lost, like I didn't fit in anywhere. But with him, it felt like I fit perfectly. That I’d just been lost in my head, waiting for him to come find me and pull me out.
It’s why I can’t talk to him right now. I don’t want to hear what he has to say about everything. About who or what that woman was to him. I already feel like I could shatter into a million pieces.
Before he came along, I was so scared about the next chapter in my life and of what it was going to bring. College was the obvious next step. I had filled out the forms, made the grades, took the test, and had no problems getting early acceptance letters. Except the thing is, I don't want to go to college. I was driven to get in because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. Pushed from one world I didn’t fit into to another.
The dream of making a life with Chris and continuing to write was what I wanted. But part of that dream might be slipping through my fingers. When I told my mom today I wasn't sure I wanted to go to college, she told me she stood behind whatever I chose, that I’ve always been a smart girl and I would figure it out. I think she was so happy that I was showing interest in the opposite sex for once in my life. I can see dreams of grandbabies floating around in her head already.
It’s why I went so hard for Chris and didn't hold anything back. For the first time in my life, things seemed to line up. I pushed my insecurities away and went after him. Maybe this was all my doing. I pushed myself on him during a time he was vulnerable. Maybe he was still torn up about this woman, and I slid nicely into the role for him.
I’m so confused about where to go from here. I even talked to my mom about withdrawing from school. I have the credits to graduate. I don’t need to be there. I just need to decide what I want to do with my life, and a big portion of that involves Chris.
My mom was hell-bent on finding out who I was seeing. She tried incessantly to get it out of me. I was sure she would tell me that the feeling would pass and that I was in too deep too fast, she surprised me by telling me that from the first moment she saw my dad, she knew. They were inseparable from day one, so she made me feel better about heartache after such a short time.
In a perfect world I could get Chris. And I’d be okay with the fact that he wanted a family with someone else before me. It shouldn’t bother me, but it does. Maybe he still wants to be with her. She would probably fit him better. No sneaking around or having to deal with someone who has no idea what she’s doing when it comes to relationships. Someone like me.
The screech of brakes makes me sit up in bed. It’s followed closely by the sound of the front door slamming open.
“Megan!”
