Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 74(@200wpm)___ 59(@250wpm)___ 49(@300wpm)
My orgasm hits me without warning. The pleasure is too much, soaring through me, making me dizzy with bliss.
“Isaac!” I scream, stars flashing in my vision.
“God, Iris, you feel too good coming on my cock like that,” he moans. “Gonna fill this perfect pussy up, baby. Want to see you take it all.”
“Yes yes yes!” I chant as he comes, filling me just like he promised.
For a minute, we lie together, still joined and panting against each other’s mouths as we come back down to earth. He eases out of me, cleans me up, and then tucks us both under the covers, holding me close.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to act normal at training now,” I say quietly as I rest on his chest. “This is more than just sex, Isaac. I’ve never felt like this before.”
He runs his hand down my back in soothing motions that have me melting against him. “Neither have I,” he admits softly. “No matter what happens, I’ll take care of you, Iris. Don’t worry about anything.”
And at that moment, sated and warm, tucked up in his bed, I believe him.
“Who are you texting all the time?” Georgia, my teammate and close friend, asks, nudging me with her elbow as she tries to peer over my shoulder to see my phone screen.
I turn my phone off quickly, place it face down on the table in front of us, and shove her away. “Nobody,” I answer, avoiding eye contact.
It’s been a week since Isaac and I started seeing each other, and though I’ve tried my best to hide it, Georgia’s not the only one who’s getting suspicious about the mystery man I’ve been obsessed with.
Georgia snorts, obviously not believing me. “This nobody must be someone special,” she pushes, grinning at me. “I’ve never seen you so head over heels for anyone before. You keep grinning like a lunatic at your texts.”
I blush, groaning as I run my hand down my face. “I’m serious, Georgia,” I try again, knowing there’s nothing I can say to actually convince her. It’s not like me to keep secrets from the team, but this isn’t exactly something Isaac or I can be open about. “It’s nobody.”
My friend pins me with a look that says don’t lie to me, and I wish I could tell her everything. I sigh heavily, glancing around at the other members of the team sitting at the table with us. As much as I want to confide in Georgia, I have no idea how the team would react to this.
“I need coffee,” Georgia announces, standing up and dragging me with her. “Come on.”
I stumble as she pulls me away from the table, walking off in the direction of the campus coffee shop. Instead of going inside, she turns the corner to an empty section of the quad.
“It’s Coach, isn’t it?” she says before I can even figure out what’s going on.
“Georgia!” I hiss, shaking my head. “You didn’t even want a coffee, did you?”
She smiles mischievously. “Nope, but you clearly weren’t gonna open up with everyone listening. It’s just us now, so cut the shit, Iris. You’re fucking the coach, aren’t you?”
“Okay, okay, fine, yes!” I blurt out, relieved to be able to admit it. I trust Georgia, and it feels good not to have to hide it anymore. “I’m…seeing Isaac.”
“I knew it!” Georgia says with a huge grin. “I caught the way he was eyeing up your ass at practice.”
“Georgia!” I shove her arm playfully, blushing brightly even as I smile. “God, we’ve been trying so hard to hide it.”
Georgia’s expression turns serious. “You know there’s technically no rules that say you can’t fuck the coach, right?”
“What?” I ask, staring at my friend. “Wait, you’re serious.”
Georgia shrugs. “I’m sure it’s not encouraged, but he’s not a permanent faculty member. He’s been brought in for the season to get us to champs.”
I sag with relief that we’re not going to get kicked out if someone does discover what we’re doing. Still… “I don't want everyone to know at least until after the game next week,” I say, thinking. “We need to focus on making it to the Championships, and I don’t want my sex life distracting the team.”
Georgia laughs with me, and it feels like a weight’s been lifted off my chest. Our next game, our first competition since Isaac started coaching us, is next week right before spring break. We need to have our shit together and focus on it, and I have no doubt that when the team eventually finds out about me and Isaac, it’ll be the focus of the girls for ages. No, it’s better to wait until we’re past the first game at least.
“Fair enough. Well, my lips are sealed,” Georgia says, miming zipping her lips shut. “Butttt I still want to know everything. Spill, girl.”