Note: This story was formerly published as Marathon Sex.
Summary: A young runner finally works up the nerve to make a pass at her coach ... with red-hot results.
Warning: This 3500-word story is for mature readers only and includes a smitten teen, a hot older coach, oral sex, public sex, rough sex, daddy role-play, spanking, and anal sex. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt: He led her away across the infield, deeper into the darkness. She could feel the heat of his body next to hers; the skin on her arm tingled from the proximity. Taking a half-step closer, she let the back of her hand brush against his.
He didn't pull away. In fact, as they took a few more steps, his hand brushed hers in turn.
Emboldened, she linked her fingers with his.
He stopped and turned to her, bringing their joined hands up between them. He leaned forward and she held her breath, thinking he was going to kiss her. Instead, he put his mouth by her ear and whispered, "Miss Prescott. Are you trying to seduce me?"
She felt almost dizzy with nerves, but the warmth of his skin against hers gave her the courage she needed. "What if I am?"
"I would tell you," he murmured, "that you're a very naughty girl." He squeezed her hand. "And that I've been fantasizing about you all semester."
She let her breath out in a relieved rush. "Me too. About you, I mean."
He let go of her hand and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples under his thumbs until they stood at attention. "Tell me what you want."
Heather was no virgin, but the older, more experienced man made her feel uncertain. "I ... whatever you want."
In answer, he put both hands on her ass and pulled her tight against him, letting her feel the hard length of his cock against her. Her nervousness vanished, and she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed her back, his mouth hungry on hers. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and bit down, and he growled and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around him.
"I want you," he said in a ragged voice. "Right here and right now."
A quiver of excitement shot through her. "Someone might see us." As if in answer, the final light on the infield went out, leaving them in darkness. "Or hear us."
"Yes," he said. "That's exactly the point."
She shivered with excitement, her panties already wet. He set her down on the grass and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, but she stopped him. "Uh-uh. You first."
"Is that right?" he said, his voice deepening.
"That's right." She leaned forward, putting her hands on his chest, and stood on tiptoe. She was tall, but he was taller. She put her lips against his ear and murmured, "Because I want to suck your cock. You don't mind, do you?"
His hands clamped around her ass again. "You," he said in a husky voice that made her tremble, "are most definitely a very naughty girl. I may have to punish you."
She shuddered as electric heat coursed through her. "I think I just came."
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Published March 18, 2012
by Sunset Stories.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.