Her Filthy Coach - Page 10

We shouldn’t. Even though I’d make sure not to hurt her ankle anymore, there’s no lock on the door. Anyone could walk in on us. But fuck if that thought doesn’t make me even harder.

Hands on her waist, I turn Iris so her legs dangle off the edge of the bed. Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, I tug them down, helping to balance her so I can work them down her legs. She parts her thighs for me instantly, shorts and underwear dangling off her good ankle. Her hands go to my waistband, unbuttoning my trousers just enough to free my cock. I’m hard as fuck for her, precome leaking from the tip as she works me with her hand.

“You feel so good in my hand,” she moans, squeezing me tighter. Her touch is so warm, so soft, and if we had more time, I’d let her touch me like this all day.

But we have to be fast, so I grab her wrist and pin her hand to the bed beside her instead. “I’ll feel even better inside you,” I tell her, stepping closer to her. The head of my cock rubs against the molten hot center of her, sending a full-body shudder through me. “Hold onto the edge of the bed, little brat. This is gonna be hard and fast, Iris. Punishment for worrying the fuck out of me.”

“Shouldn’t I be getting a reward for winning us the game?” she argues, raising her brows at me.

“Later,” I promise, gripping her thighs, loving the way she arches and gasps as I push my cock inside her slowly, making sure she feels every inch.

“Hard and fast then,” Iris agrees with a smirk as her eyes flutter when I fill her. “Yes!”

“Keep quiet for me, little brat,” I hiss and start to thrust, hard and deep, the bed wobbling beneath us. “Don’t want a concerned medic walking in on me balls deep in your pretty pussy now, do we?”

She tightens around my cock at my words, and I curse. She feels like fucking heaven, all soft and wet and hot, made for me in every way.

“Oh God, Isaac!” Iris cries as I reach between us to rub my thumb over her clit in small, tight circles just the way she likes. “Fuck, yes, yes, don’t stop!”

I wouldn’t stop even if someone did burst in on us. Nothing could tear me away from my girl.

“That’s it, my pretty little brat, come all over my cock,” I urge, feeling my own release near, pleasure tingling up my spine. I refuse to come before she does, though. I need to feel her squeezing my cock while we fall into bliss together.

Iris cries out when she comes, and I silence her with my mouth, swallowing her moans. Her pussy clamps down on me, pulsing as her orgasm drags her under, triggering my own. I groan against her lips as I fill her with come, buried as deep in her body as I can go.

As much as I want to linger in the after-sex bliss with her, we’ve already pushed our luck enough. I slide out of her with a groan, grab some tissues to clean her up the best I can before binning them and helping Iris to her feet.

“Don’t put any pressure on that ankle,” I tell her sternly, rolling my eyes at the bratty smirk she has on her face.

“Doctor’s orders.” She nods in response, but I don’t doubt for a second that no matter what the doc told her, she’ll be trying to run on that damn ankle before it’s ready.

I help her out of the medic shed where the team greets us enthusiastically. To their credit, they’re careful as they celebrate Iris, hugging her but making sure they keep her balanced so they don’t hurt her anymore.

In a crush of excitement and cheers, we head to a local burger and shake spot to celebrate. It’s impossible to miss the suspicious, interested looks Iris’ teammates aim our way, but with my arm around her waist, keeping her close to me under the guise of supporting her ankle, I can’t exactly blame them for their curiosity. Iris doesn’t seem to care, either, leaning into me as she laughs with her friends.

“Tell them, Iris,” Georgia, Iris’ friend and teammate, whispers, gesturing to the looks we’re getting.

Iris glances up at me, an unspoken question in her eyes. I look down at her, seeing my whole damn world. I love this girl and I no longer care who knows it.

Besides, I read the terms of my contract like a hundred times over, and there’s nothing in there that explicitly says I can’t be in a relationship with a player. I’m pretty confident that even if the Dean gets mad at us for this, he won’t have grounds to fire me or rip Iris’ scholarship out from under her.

Iris tells them, and the team bursts into another round of cheers.

“I knew it!” a few of them shout, laughing at Iris good-naturedly.

“You guys are really okay with this?” she checks, looking over all of them.

One of the girls shrugs, speaking for the team. “I mean, we just won the hell out of that game so clearly your relationship isn’t affecting Coach Thomson’s ability to do his job,” she points out. “Plus, we all love you, Iris, and we want you to be happy. Clearly, Coach can handle all your sass.”

Iris snorts, throwing a straw at her friend in playful admonishment. “You all love my sass!” she retorts with a huge grin.

The team laughs with her as I dip my head and whisper, “I love punishing your ass for it.” I speak quietly enough that nobody else will hear. She elbows me in the side, eyes wide at my teasing.

“I’m never gonna hear the end of this teasing from you or them, am I?” she asks, but the smile on her face and the light in her eyes tell me she’s not exactly mad at that fact.

I grin, squeezing her close. “Nope,” I tell her truthfully. “You’re stuck with me now, little brat. Get used to it.”

Iris’ smile grows wider. “I think I can handle that.”