Class Act: A Coach/Student Romance

AS I DROVE UP the driveway, I was still going over my conversation with Lynn. At least I had one person who supported me. I didn’t expect many would when the truth about Emery and me came out. Hell, Lynn could have easily condemned me for getting involved with a student, but she hadn’t.

I parked the car and switched off the ignition, but I didn’t move. Lynn’s last words before I left the bar floated around in my mind.

Don’t let guilt eat you up. He’s of the age of consent, so the law is on your side. People can say all the shit they want, but let your conscience be free of that. Just be happy, man, and treat him well.

Besides, no one could accuse me of taking advantage of Emery. He was the one who’d actively pursued me. All I’d done was give in.

I locked the car and checked my phone. It was after one in the morning. Good. Everyone should be sleeping. The tense atmosphere from the last few days should have cleared.

In the kitchen, I drank a glass of water, then climbed the stairs. Why didn’t I move into the other guest bedroom? So far, I hadn’t used it, as it was easier to explain to Mandy if she found me sleeping in the den that I had been up watching a game and fell asleep. If I slept in the guest bedroom, I couldn’t avoid the truth that my marriage to her mother was over.

It was time to tell her anyway. I didn’t want to keep this from her any longer.

I slipped into my bedroom, moving quietly and using the flashlight from my phone, as not to disturb a sleeping Teresa. I grabbed the things I needed—toothbrush and toothpaste from the bathroom, blanket and pillow—and went back downstairs. After using the half bath, I settled into the den. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, but when a man was tired, he would sleep anywhere.

Finding a comfortable spot turned out to be more difficult than usual. I swore Emery’s scent still lingered on the couch. Was he asleep? Why hadn’t he waited up for me?

I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but Emery kept floating through my mind. He was close by and yet so far. Was he wearing one of the shirts I’d given him earlier? Was he naked underneath it? God, I’d love to smell myself on him right now, wrap the fabric around his waist, and grip it while I fucked him like I’d done in the shower this morning.

My cock hardened, and with a groan, I rolled over onto my back and fisted my dick. After being deep inside Emery, my hand was a pale substitute.

“Fuck.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I flung back the covers and got to my feet. My heart thumped inside my chest as I left the den like a thief in my own home. First, I checked Mandy’s room to make sure she was fast asleep. Teresa was next. She didn’t seem to have moved. I let out a shuddering breath and made my way to the guest bedroom. The door was unlocked.

My hand shook when I turned the doorknob and entered. After I closed the door, I pushed the lock down. Dammit, I hadn’t brought my phone, and the bedroom was dark. Moving with caution, I located the rectangular shape of the bed, snagged the thick duvet, and pulled it down. I slipped beneath it and felt for Emery. He was on his side, his back to me.

The second I settled behind him, I felt at ease. This was where I belonged. In his bed. I plastered myself to his back and wrapped an arm around him, nuzzling his nape and planting soft kisses on his skin. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. His scent washed over me, and the desire in my gut increased.

I rubbed my cock against that curvy ass of his, my nostrils flaring. I should at least wake him up, make sure this was what he wanted, but I couldn’t stop rutting against him.

A moan filled the room, and I stilled. The sound hadn’t come from me. It was then I heard it—Emery’s shallow breathing.

“How long have you been awake?” I pulled him even closer to me.

“Since you started kissing my neck. I’m a light sleeper.”

Ashamed, I buried my face in his neck. “I’m sorry I got into your bed without your permission.”

He pushed his ass back against my cock and did something spectacular with his hips that made me gasp.

“You always have my permission, Abe.” He turned his head, and I leaned over him to kiss him in the dark. His lips clung to mine in a possessive claim. God, this boy. How could I do without him now?

“Abe.” He grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and yanked me down on top of him as he sprawled onto his back. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and we moved together, pressing our pelvises against each other, but it wasn’t enough.

I tore my lips away from his and kissed his cheek, then dragged my lips down his neck. Emery tilted his head back, and the way his body curved into mine was utterly sinful. I caught his thigh and ran my hand up, under the shirt—my shirt—and found him naked.

“You were hoping I’d come,” I said, more to myself than to him.

“Yes,” he moaned. “I want you again, Abe. Give me your hand.” He pressed a bottle and a packet into my hand. “I hid them under the pillow.”

I groaned and kissed him hard. “You’re going to drive me insane, you know.” He released his legs, and I rocked back on my knees, ripped my clothes off, and threw them onto the floor. I slipped the condom on and lubed up. “One of these days, Emery, we won’t have to go so fast. I’m going to take all the time in the world and make love to you.”

I settled between his legs, pinning them back, and guided my cock to his entrance. I slid inside him slowly, and although he repressed his moan, I could still hear him loudly.

“Who needs making love?” he gasped. “When you fuck me like this? I’ll take you any way I get you.”

I slammed my mouth to his and shoved all the way inside him, groaning into his mouth at how tightly he clenched around me. Snapping my hips backward and forward, I took him with swift strokes. He clung to me, digging his nails into my shoulders with every thrust.

Why couldn’t I get enough of him? I was inside him. I should be satisfied. Instead, I was already thinking about the next time I would fuck him. How I wanted him to ride me again like he’d done in the bathroom. But not now. Now I needed to be the one in control, to feel his lithe body beneath me as I hammered into him.

“Emery.” I thrust harder. “Sweet Emery.”

The bed groaned and creaked beneath us, and the headboard hit the wall hard.

“Fuck.”

We both stilled and waited for footsteps to come running and voices to demand to know what was happening, to intrude on our private moment.

“I don’t think anyone heard,” Emery whispered and kissed my neck. “Please don’t leave.”

I pulled out of him and brought him to the edge of the bed with his feet planted on the floor. I settled behind him, and he reached back to grab my cock and guide it inside him. He rubbed his fingers around the rim and pushed my length completely into his body.

“Aaaaabe.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

I gripped his hips to keep him in place and rocked inside him hard. Over and over. My pelvis smacked into his ass, the sound mixing with our moans. I wanted to turn the lights on to see how he stretched around my cock, but we were already being loud. We didn’t need to alarm anyone by light spilling out from under the door.

I closed my eyes and savored the moment. The tight vise around my cock. The squelch of the lube each time I pushed into him and the way he pressed back into each thrust.

“Abe,” he chanted my name. “Please, I want to come. Harder. Oh god, yes.”

He spat into his hand, and then he was jacking himself off. His breaths came out in hisses. I ran my hands under the shirt and up his chest to rub his nipples. He stiffened up beneath me. Then spasms took over. Emery collapsed on the bed, breathing hard.

I pulled my cock out of him and ripped the condom off. With my right hand, I stroked myself hard. Emery flipped over. “Let me.”

He took my cock and guided it to his mouth. He went to town right off the bat, sucking me down his throat. With a groan, I slipped my fingers into his hair and held him against me as I fucked his throat.

“Almost there,” I whispered and spilled into his talented mouth. He swallowed every drop and licked around the head of my cock, then released me.

My legs were shaking too much to hold myself up. I dropped onto the bed next to him. Emery straddled my hips and leaned over to cuddle against my chest.

Even though we didn’t have time to snuggle—I’d already been in his room for too long—I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his back through his shirt. Still not enough. I needed skin-to-skin contact.

I grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Cupping his face into my hands, I guided his lips to mine and kissed him, taking more than I should, risking more than we could both afford.

“I’m glad you came,” he said. “I was worried you might not.”

“Then I’m sorry I’m late.” I kissed his neck.

“After that little show, you’re forgiven.”

I chuckled and ran my hands down his back to his ass. He squirmed against me, so I gentled my grip.

“Was I too hard?”

“It was just right, but I’m a little sore. That’s twice in a day.”

Thank god the darkness hid my heating face.

“We won’t again for a while, then,” I said.

“Says who? I love everything you do to me.” He stroked my shoulder. “Abe?”

“Hmm?”

“What happened between you and Teresa tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“After you left, she was drinking and seemed upset about something.”

“Now don’t be mad, but I told her to leave you alone.”

He groaned. “I should be mad, but I love how protective you are. Nobody ever cared two shits about me before.”

“Well, I do. One day this will all be over with, Emmy. Then it will be you and me all the time. We won’t have to hide anymore.”

“I can’t wait.”

I squeezed his ass. “Up. You should wash up and go to bed. I’ll return to the den.”

“You were serious about that? You don’t sleep with her anymore?”

“I’ll never lie to you, Emmy. So you can believe every word I say.”

“That makes me happy.” He covered my face with kisses, and I laughed. “I love you, Abe.”

Damn. All I wanted to do was curl up with him in my arms and go right to sleep. “I love you too.”

With a sigh, I got out of bed. Emery turned on the lamp, making it easier for me to find my clothes, except for my shirt.

“Looking for this?” Emery had my shirt balled up into his hand, sniffed it, and ran it down his neck and chest.

Heat surged down my spine.

Fuck. There was no time, and it would take me a long while to become hard again.

“Naughty boy.” I stood. “Hand me my shirt.”

“What will I get in return?”

“Emery, the longer I stay, the more likely we are to get caught.”

“But isn’t it exciting?”

I groaned, leaned over him, and slammed my mouth to his in a hard kiss. He moaned and grabbed my shoulders. I reached up and snatched the shirt from his hand.

Emery pouted. “Ooh, I underestimated you. I didn’t know you were a trickster too.”

“There’s a lot you still don’t know about me.” I kissed him again. “Good night. Sweet dreams.”

“How can it be sweet dreams when I won’t sleep in your arms tonight?” He said it playfully, but I sensed the seriousness in his question too. I brushed my hand over his cheek.

“Soon, I promise.” I kissed the back of his hand. He tightened his fingers around mine for the briefest moment like he didn’t want to let go.

He wasn’t the only one.

One day, we wouldn’t have to anymore.