Riding Red (11 page)

“Stay away from him, Megan.” I don’t have to ask who he’s talking about.

“Stay away from her!” It’s a bratty comeback but I don’t care.

“Who?”

He legitimately looks confused, and it just adds to my irritation.

“Miss Big Boobs, Kim Heart.”

“She has tits?”

I hate it, but his comment makes me smile, and then it turns into a laugh. He comes over to me, wrapping me up in a hug, and I nuzzle into him, wishing we could get out of here.

“I won’t let you pretend to be with someone else just because we can’t be together yet.”

“I know.”

“Now go home and get ready for the game tonight. I need to see you in the stands, cheering me on.”

I nod my head, and he leans down to kiss me. Feeling his warm lips against mine has me ready for more, but we don’t have time, and this isn’t exactly the best location. I’ll just have to do what we’ve been doing. Wait.

W
e took
down the Badgers in a blowout. I was nervous about it all coming together, but thankfully it turned out all right. The boys performed better than I expected, and I was right to push them so hard. There were scouts in the stands after the media came to film my first game. I even saw a few of my old coaches walking around and taking notes.

It takes a couple of hours after the game to talk to everyone and have the locker room speech with the players. Afterwards I have to do some handshakes with the news and a few boosters to talk about the upcoming season. Overall, it’s a lot more politics than I bargained for, but it is what it is. I guess if I want to continue to coach, this side is the bullshit I have to deal with.

The worst part about tonight was having to do an interview and having to watch helplessly as Croy went up to Megan after the game and put his hands on her. I had a news camera and a microphone in my face, so I kept it together. He reached out to touch her, but she just stood there with her arms crossed. Her big tits were perched on top of her folded arms, making them look obscene, and I’m sure that’s why Croy was hanging around.

Phil and Janet were close by, and they looked like they were having a chummy conversation with him too. That fucking kid makes my blood boil, and I’m pissed off that there isn’t shit I can do about it while I’m his coach.

I made it through the interview without incident, and as I walked past them to the locker room, Megan and I locked eyes. Her parents were so wrapped up in their conversation with Croy they didn’t see me signal to Megan to check her phone.

When I get to my office, I grab my phone and text her.

ME: TELL YOUR PARENTS YOU’RE STAYING WITH A FRIEND TONIGHT.

MEGAN: WHAT FRIEND?

ME: DOESN’T MATTER. TELL THEM I’LL GIVE YOU A RIDE SINCE IT’S NEAR MY HOUSE. I’LL DROP YOU OFF TOMORROW TOO BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO BACK AND GET MY STUFF.

MEGAN: SO YOU AND ME ALL ALONE TONIGHT?

ME: IF YOU TELL THAT FUCKER TO KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOU.

MEGAN: MEET YOU AT YOUR CAR XOXO <3

I toss my phone in my bag and head out. I’m irritated, even though this should be a great night. Maybe it’s just different being on this side of things. When I was a player, the celebration started after the game, but it seems like I can’t get away from people wanting to do interviews and parents wanting to ask about playing time. All I want to do is get Megan and go home so I can sink inside her in peace.

I got the keys for my new place from the builder this morning, but Megan still hasn’t seen the inside. I plan on showing her every square foot after I get her out of here. The thought causes me to smile, and as I’m not paying attention, I almost run right into Kim.

“Hey, Coach Burns. Great win out there tonight.”

“Thanks.” I start to sidestep her, but she follows me.

“Listen, I know you said you’ve got to move tomorrow, but what about a celebratory drink tonight? I promise I know how to show you a good time, you know, you being new in town and all.”

I look over her shoulder and see Megan standing there with her family and Croy. She’s pissed, and I am too. We’ve got to get away from all this shit. “Kim, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested. I have a standing policy to never date coworkers, and I’m sorry if I gave you any impression otherwise.”

Her cheeks flush and she looks away. “I…I just meant as friends.” She’s backpedaling and we both know it. “You may be some big shot NFL player, but that doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole.” She spins around and stomps away like I was somehow rude to her.

I just shake my head and try to pretend that didn’t just happen. I go over to everyone waiting for me. I speak to Croy first. He’s my biggest problem, and I need to get rid of him.

“Hey, Chris, congratulations on the win!” Janet beats me to the punch and gives me a hug. I can’t help but smile. She would have made a great cheerleader. She’s beaming with pride.

“Looks like you did an outstanding job of coaching our star quarterback as well.” Phil pats Croy on the back, and I try not to roll my eyes. He fucked up no less than a dozen plays tonight, but luckily my o-line is strong and saved the day.

“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say as Croy beams, clearly taking the credit. It’s a big win for him, and I don’t want to cheat him out of it. But that kid needs some work if he wants to play college ball.

“So, Megan said you’re going to be able to give her a ride tonight.”

I nearly choke on my own spit at Janet’s question, but I just nod and smile.

“Yeah, Mom. Coach said it was on the way to his new place, and then he could just bring me back in the morning when he comes to get the last of his stuff.”

“Okay, sounds perfect, as long as he doesn’t mind. Your car is still in the shop getting new tires.” Janet looks at her phone distractedly. “You’ll just need to be back before noon so you can get your hair done for the dance.”

“You’re going?” The words come out as an accusation. Croy answers, which just pisses me off further.

“Yes, we finally worked out the details. I’m going to meet up with some of the guys tonight.” He turns, looking at Megan expectantly, and she just nods her head at him. “Okay, I’ll pick you up at five tomorrow. We can do dinner before.”

Megan’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t respond. Phil turns to Croy and shakes his hand, telling him he did a good job tonight. I give him a chin lift, and he heads out, leaving the four of us.

“All right, husband, we’re kid-free tonight. Let’s go get wild.”

“You mean ice cream, don’t you?”

“You got it.”

After Phil and Janet leave, I walk to my car, Megan trailing behind me. I hear her quick footsteps trying to keep up, and it’s all I can do not to turn around and throw her over my shoulder. I’m aggravated, pissed off, and horny. Not a good combination.

I climb in the SUV and wait for Megan to get in and close the door. I crank it up and pull out of the parking lot, waving to people as we leave. Once we are away from school and on the road, I grip the steering wheel with both hands.

“So you’re going with Croy? After I just said you needed to stay away from him?”

“He put me on the spot in front of my parents. What was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry I have a boyfriend, and oh look, here he comes now. You guys might recognize him.’ No. My mom jumped at the chance for me to go to a dance. She wanted me to experience the last part of my high school years, and I guess that included Homecoming. You act like I had a choice.”

I know she’s right, but I can’t think clearly when it comes to her. “Fuck.” It’s the only thing I can say. I feel like an asshole for putting us both in this position, but we’re stuck, and I can’t claim her out in the open. Yet.

“Show me your pussy.”

“What?”

“You heard me, Megan. Pull your skirt up and show me your cunt. Let me see what’s mine.”

I see her shaky fingers go her hem as she scoots her ass to the end of the seat. She pulls it up, spreading her legs wide. I can’t help myself. I reach over.

“Spread your lips for me.”

When she does, I rub two fingers over her wet clit, and then sink them deep inside her. I finger-fuck her for a few minutes, and then pull them out, licking them clean. Fuck, I love the taste of her teenage cunt.

“Let me see your tits too.”

“Chris.” She sounds shy, but I need it.

“Show me, Megan. Now.”

She lifts her shirt and pulls down the soft cups of her bra, letting her big tits bounce free. I reach over, pinching one hard nipple, and then the other. I want my mouth on them so bad, but I’ll have to wait a little longer.

I reach down and undo my khakis, pulling my cock out. “Come suck me off before we get home. I want you too much right now, and I won’t last.”

She crawls over to me, leaning over the center console, and starts sucking me right away. Feeling her hot little mouth on my dick is heaven. She’d never sucked a dick before mine, and fuck if that doesn’t make me love it more. She said she watched instructional videos on it, wanting to make it good for me. It’s working all right, because she gives the best head I’ve ever had. She reaches down, stroking my shaft down to my balls and teasing back up as she twirls her tongue around the head. Her warm wet mouth sucks and licks, begging for my cum. I pull over on a back road and grab her hair with both hands, pulling it back out of the way for her while she gets me off.

I cum hard and fast, and goddamn, her sweet little mouth sucks it all down. “Oh God, baby. The best. Best.”

I breathe heavily as she sits back against the passenger door, spreading her legs wide for me. Seeing her glistening pussy and how she got off on sucking me makes me start leaking cum all over again. I’ll never get enough of her.

“I want you to rub your pussy until we get there.”

I put the car in gear and pull back onto the road. I glance over every few seconds, seeing her rub her pussy and hearing her sticky sounds of pleasure. The SUV smells like her cunt, and I wish it smelled like this all the time. I'm tempted to tell her to rub it all over the car, but we’re pulling into the garage and I don’t want to waste any time.

Once the garage door closes, I get out and Megan follows. Before she can open the door between the garage and the house, I scoop her up and carry her across the threshold.

“What are you doing?” she laughs, but I don’t answer. I just smile and keep walking.

I carry her down the long hall and straight to the master suite. I bypass the mattress that’s sitting on the floor, and go to the bathroom.

“I need a shower after that game, and I want you to help me break it in.”

I had some furniture delivered this afternoon. Basic essentials I knew I would need for my first night. The bulk of the furniture and all my boxes from storage will come tomorrow.

Walking over, I set Megan on the bathroom counter between the double sinks. “Yours is on the left,” I say, kissing her nose and moving to turn on the shower.

“I have a sink?”

“You have more than that.” I toss over my shoulder, letting her think what she wants to.

Once the eight shower heads are running hot, I turn and strip, and then do the same for Megan. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me as I carry us both to the shower. My cock is hard and jutting up between us. I’m leaking cum, and it rubs between us, making me even harder.

I had the builders put in a high seat in the shower, big enough for me to sit on. As it turns out, it’s also the perfect height for me to sit Megan on while I wash her, and when I fuck her.

After I set Megan down, I hit the built-in shampoo dispenser the designers put in. I make her lean back as I lather her hair, massaging as I go. She moans with pleasure, and that’s when I move between her legs, pressing my cock to her opening.

“I’m going to fuck every inch of you. In every inch of this house. Starting right now.”

She reaches between us and grabs my cock, guiding me in while I continue to shampoo her hair. I fuck her slowly, unhurriedly, because we’ve got all night. I’ve already taken the edge off, but I know she needs to come after our playtime in the car.

“Reach down and rub your clit, baby. Use my dick to get off.”

She does as I ask, rubbing her clit while I fuck her. The only point of contact between us is my hands in her hair, and my cock in her pussy. She moans and grinds against me, taking her pleasure.

“That’s it, baby. Be as loud as you want. This is our home, and you can scream the fucking roof down.”

Megan moans louder, letting it echo off the shower walls. Fuck if her sounds don’t make me want to cum. I feel her pussy start to squeeze me, and her back arches away from the tile. She rubs hard and fast, and I watch as her orgasm hits her. She’s beautiful when she cums, and being able to just watch is fucking amazing. Seeing her lost in her pleasure triggers my own release, and I thrust against her, holding my cock inside as far as I can go, emptying all of my seed inside her.

When I catch my breath, I don’t pull out. I just pick her up and tilt her head towards the shower head to rinse her off. Afterwards, I move her back to the seat and soap us both up, still not breaking our connection. I want to be inside her as much as possible tonight. My goal is to not pull out one time. Just one continual fuck fest.

I kiss her sweet lips and lick water droplets off her nipples as we rinse off. It sparks off our need all over again, so when I step out of the shower, I just take her down to the tile floor. The cool marble chills our hot skin and creates a slick surface for me to fuck her on.

“You should really get a rug in here.”

“You pick it out, I’ll buy it,” I say, licking the water drops off her neck.

“I think a
Star Wars
-themed bathroom would be pretty badass.”

“Whatever you want, love.”