Page 41 of Stalked By the Assistant Coach

Not in fear or disgust at the crude demand but with overwhelming need to please him. I did as he asked and hurried down. Before I could kneel, he added another instruction.

“Wait, take everything off. Now.” His jaw clenched, and I nodded.

I quickly ripped my clothes off my body, each article of clothing floating to the kitchen floor and landing at my feet. When I stood in front of him, my body temperature bumped up a couple of degrees.

I loved the way he looked at my body. Like he couldn’t believe I was real. Like I was the most beautiful, sexiest, most precious thing all wrapped up in one. Like I was his.

“Fuck yes, bug. Jesus fucking Christ, you’re gorgeous.”

“Red,” I whispered.

“Kneel.” He pointed in front of him. I did as he asked, and when my hands moved up to reach for his belt buckle, he reached for them. “Uh-uh.” He shook his head. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Put your arms behind your back,” he instructed, and I complied, clasping them together. My breasts shoved forward, and his stare dropped to them. That pulsing ache between my thighs grew. His nose flared, and his large, strong body looked like it was wound up tight.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He swallowed hard. I was completely enraptured by him. Red’s thick meaty hands undid his pants, and when his cock sprung out, the head an angry red with fluid already beading at the tip, my mouth watered. “You’d really do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His hand reached for my face, and I nodded. “Get on your knees for me. Give me your mouth?” He surprised me by asking, his voice turning a little gentler.

“Yes.”

“Forgive anything? Love me through anything?”

“Yes.” It was stupid. In the back of my head, a small red flag was drawn up. Forgive anything? It was a weird thing to say in the moment. But I ignored it as quickly as it appeared when he grabbed his dick with his free hand and traced my lips with the glossy tip. He tasted musky and salty and so perfect.

“Look at you.” There was so much awe in his voice, my heart flipped. “You’re going to open wide and take me.” My tongue had a mind of its own and popped out to lick not only my lips but the crown of him. “Greedy girl.”

“For you,” I whispered, and his eyes flared.

“Kiss the tip, bug. Nice and slow.” I did as he asked, and when he was done with being softly teased, never really bringing him into my mouth, he had me open wider. My jaw hurt because of his girth, but I powered through. I felt alive in a way I had never experienced.

Only with Red, a voice whispered, and I knew it was true.

Little by little, I took him, and when I gagged, he stilled. I could see the war waging inside of him. Red wasn’t an asshole. He didn’t want to hurt me. I knew deep down to the core of us he would never cause me a smidge of pain, not on purpose. The reminder made me feel brave. Slowly, I worked through my gag reflex as I took him just a little more. The man was big in all ways. Length and girth. He rewarded me with an animalistic sound.

“Christ!” he clipped. His hands gripped my hair, and he started to fuck my face.

I knew the cool and collected man who touched me with only my pleasure in mind wasn’t there in that moment.

I loved watching him lose control.

Feeling him use my body for his own pleasure.

My mouth watered, and he groaned. Red’s grip on my hair tightened as his hips bucked forward. My eyes watered, but I didn’t care. I didn’t feel humiliated by the treatment. If anything, I felt free.

Liberated.

Loved.

I knew if I wasn’t careful, the power I felt in that moment could become addicting. I squirmed. The throbbing between my legs didn’t stop. I was shamelessly wet. My hands ached to touch him, to touch myself.

But I didn’t.

When he tugged my hair back, I gasped for breath. When he popped out of my mouth, he looked like a feral animal. His eyes dilated and blown wide, they were almost all black. But as quickly as our eyes connected, I lost them. He bent and lifted me up and over his shoulder in a fireman's hold.

“Red!” I squealed. "What are you doing?”

“Shut it.” He smacked my ass as he carried me through his house and straight to his bedroom.

When he set me down on the floor next to the bed, I felt like my body was on fire.

"Did I do something wrong? Something you didn’t?—”