Coach Sanchez: Chapter 3
Originally posted on AO3 under rickdicted’s Random Picks at:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15708732/chapters/37250324
We eventually left the gym after playing around in the shower together for a little bit longer. No fucking, just kissing and fondling. I was melting in his arms and eager for more, but he said we needed to leave before the cleaning staff came.
He insisted on driving, said my car would be ok for the night. He did let me move it so that it was closer to the entrance of the building and well-lit by the parking lot lights. He laughed while I struggled to haul myself up into the passenger seat of his high SUV, then we drove off.
We hit a fast food restaurant drive-thru and he ordered without asking me what I wanted, probably because I was slumped in the seat, drifting into that stage of torpor of one who’s ingested too much alcohol in a short amount of time. When he dropped the bags into my lap the smell of fried potatoes brought me out of my stupor and I immediately began shoving French fries in my mouth. Rick laughed under his breath.
I gave him a “quit laughing at me” look, but did slow down my pace. There’s something about French fries and having had too much alcohol — somehow your drunken brain knows that this is some kind of cure, or at least a band-aid, that will help soak up the remaining alcohol in your stomach and keep you from descending into an out and out coma.
Rick reached down into one of the bags and pulled out a burger. He started to unwrap it, holding his elbows on the steering wheel, but I snatched it from him before we ended up in a ditch. I unwrapped half of it, folding the wrapping back so it would catch any drippings, and handed it back to him with some napkins. He wolfed it down and balled up the paper and popped it into the bag. I ate mine at a slightly slower, more lady-like pace, but still finished it pretty quickly. Lunch had been a very long time ago.
We continued to eat the fries in silence as he drove us into an older neighborhood close to the University that was all small- and medium-sized Craftsman bungalow-style houses. I knew that a lot of faculty lived here. His was a one-story with a small front yard. He parked his Explorer in the garage and we went in the backdoor, I could hear a dog barking inside. A small, brown lab-mix was waiting for us and rushed Rick as soon as he went in. The dog was panting and barked at Rick, waving it’s tail and looking up at him adoringly for attention. Rick leaned down and gave him a rough, affectionate rub.
”Hey, Morty, you — you ready to go out?” He let the dog out into the backyard, then shut the door. He turned to me and handed me the fast food bags.
”Take these into the den, babe.” He took my gym bag, which I had slung over my shoulder, and disappeared into the back of the house.
I wandered into the den and sat down on the sofa, setting the bags down on the coffee table. There really wasn’t much food left—we’d devoured most of the fries like a pair of vultures at a fresh roadkill. A ginger tabby cat was curled up on the back of the couch, sleeping. I was kind of sobering up and beginning to wonder what I was doing there and what would happen next, when Rick reappeared. He carried two open bottles of beer by their necks in one hand and a large glass of water. He set the beers down then handed the glass to me, plus two pills that were curled into his fingers inside his palm.
“Take these. You — you’ll be glad — you’ll thank me in the morning.”
I looked at the pills and eyed them with some suspicion—there’d been talk in the news about girls getting drugged up at bars. Guys would drop something into their drink when they weren’t looking, then take them home and rape them. But Rick and I had already screwed around...
”Wh-what? You -- you think I’m gonna roofy you? Kind of too late for that — you already did it for me.”
He had a point. I popped the pills and swallowed them with about half the glass of water.
”Move it, Sum-Sum.” He nudged the cat until it jumped off the couch with an offended meow and stalked off. “Bitch cat...” he muttered.
He sat down next me. He leaned forward and picked up a beer, then sat back and put his arm around my shoulders with a comfortable familiarity. It felt right, and I leaned into him, resting my head against his chest and closing my eyes. I didn’t know how I knew, but everything about this just felt...right...
So often in the past I’d gotten myself into similar situations, drinking too much alcohol with a guy I barely knew. Then the robot from that dumb 60s sci-fi TV show would pop up in my head:
“Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!!”
And that’s when I knew I had to get the fuck out of there, fast. Fortunately that robot always appeared in my head just in time, would snap me out of my drunken, lustful state so that I could extricate myself from a bad situation.
But not this time. No robots, no warnings in my head. Just...a feeling of safe, easy...comfortableness... I sighed and relaxed against him. The alcohol was starting to kick in again, and I felt myself growing sleepy, enjoying the feeling of his arm around me, the warmth of his chest through his shirt and against my face. I gave in to it. All of it.
I heard the tv turn on to a local evening news program, then he turned the volume down low and let the remote drop onto the couch beside me before he put his hand around my arm again. He began caressing my arm lightly with his fingers, playing up and down. We sat there quietly for a bit, and my mind drifted off.
He leaned forward slightly and I heard him place his empty beer on the table and pick up the other one before he sat back again. His hand resumed its slow caressing on my arm.
“Hey...” He said softly, squeezing my arm lightly. “You fallin’ asleep on me?”
“Mm—mmm. I’m just...restin’ my eyelids...” I sighed and turned my body more towards him and snuggled my head deeper against his chest. Then I wrapped my arm around his stomach and snaked the other behind his back, clasping my hands together around his waist.
He chuckled, a low rumble that reverberated in his chest and against my ear. He brought his hand up and lightly palmed my head, and I felt his lips as he softly kissed my hair. Then he began lazily running his fingers up and down my back, lightly dragging his nails on the downward stroke, then slowly pulling the pads of his fingers with more pressure on the upstroke.
This was an unexpected side of him that I wouldn’t have thought existed. Not after he’d been such an asshole to me from the moment I met him. My sleepy brain decided to set this conundrum on the back burner of my subconscious to deal with later. He drank his beer quietly and watched tv while I dozed against his chest, my mind hung somewhere in that half-wakeful state between a light sleep and a drunken fog. The next thing I knew he was tapping me lightly on my head.
”Hey...sleepy head. Time for bed.” He stood up, pulling me to a standing position. My eyes refused to remain open for longer than just a few second stretches and he led me by the hand down a hall to his bedroom. I peered at the digital clock on his bedside table and was surprised that only 30 minutes had passed since we’d arrived at his house. Time enough for him to watch the news and drink those beers. Sleepily I pulled off all my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, then I climbed up on his bed and crawled under the covers, heedless of his reaction.
”Jesus..." He laughed. "You’re a cheap, no frills date.” He stripped naked and slid under the covers next to me. “You don’t snore, do you, babe?” He pulled me into his arms so that my back was flush against his chest.
”Don’t think so. Next time, don’t get me so drunk so fast,” I mumbled into the pillow. “I can be...lotta fun...I think...”
Chuckling, he pulled the covers over us, then tucked my head under his chin and wrapped his arms tight around me.
”I’ll let you know in the morning.”
”Mmm’k.” I was past talking. The last thing I remember was feeling him plant another kiss on my head, then I fell asleep.
*****
I woke up the next morning and realized with some panic that I was naked and in a strange bed. I lifted my head up and carefully got up on one elbow and peered around the room in the predawn light, trying to place where I was, remember how I got there, and, most importantly, with whom... A large hand gently pulled me back down against the warm body behind me...and then I remembered.
Holy crap, I'd slept with the racquetball coach!
I lay next to him in the bed, stiff with fear and uncertainty. His hand caressed my breasts and my nipples tightened.
Traitorous bitches.
"What's the matter, baby girl?" He murmured into my hair, his voice gruff and low.
"I...have an early class..." My mind was racing with how to get myself out of this situation.
"No...No, you don't,” he mumbled. “I saw -- read your course list for the semester. No classes today. Just stay here." He sounded like he was still half asleep and talking with his eyes closed.
Fuck. It's not that I wanted to leave... I just didn't know how to handle this. What was my next move supposed to be? Was this going to be a quick fling for him? I didn't know if I could deal with that -- regardless if I was going to have him as my coach for the rest of the semester. I just wasn't ready for yet another drunken one night stand. My mind was racing, worrying.
He grunted in amusement. "The sober light of dawn. Literally... Baby girl, quit thinkin’ ‘bout it...”
It was like he was reading my thoughts!
He wrapped both arms around me and pulled me close to him, sighing deeply. Like he wanted to go back to sleep.
”Come on, honey. It’s early. Let’s just...go back t'sleep...” He began caressing my hip, lightly running his fingers across my skin.
It felt nice — non-threatening, soothing. And that robot still hadn’t made an appearance inside my head...
Sighing, I closed my eyes and settled against him, enjoying the feeling of his fingers.
His hand continued its slow play on my hip. Gradually the circle of his caress widened. Down my abdomen, then back up — just under my breasts, then across and going down again, skirting along the of edge of my pubic hair. Going everywhere and yet nowhere. I lay there with my eyes closed, wondering if the next pass of his fingers was going to take him...No, not yet.
I felt myself growing damp with excitement. I didn’t notice that I was breathing quicker, or that my feet were sliding against each other a little and that my thighs were rubbing together just slightly.
Soon his fingers were ghosting over my nipples and they tightened into stiff peaks. I held my breath, hoping he would... I sighed with disappointment. He didn’t. Then I held my breath again as he reached lower on the next downward pass. This time his hand was over my pubic hair, his fingertips oh, so close to my clit — I could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. My hips tilted forward of their own volition, seeking his touch. He hovered there momentarily, his thumb lightly stroking my skin at the edge of my pubic hair, then he continued along my stomach.
I sighed with disappointment again, this time a little more audibly. My butt rubbed back and forth against him as it settled back in place. I didn’t realize how obvious I was being. I thought my movements were subtle, small. Hardly noticeable.
He kissed my shoulder. His lips were soft, warm. His breath on my skin sent goose bumps out over my body and I shivered. This was nice! Pounding and fucking were one thing, but this...this gradual, teasing build up... There was something to be said for this! I lay there in his arms, enjoying the sensations, the feel of his hand on my skin, the anticipation of what he would do next...
On his trip back up to my breasts he slid his whole palm around one breast, trapping the nipple between two fingers. He cupped my breast in his large, warm hand and lightly pinched the nipple. I moaned a little and shifted my body against his. He pinched and rolled my nipple — not painfully. Just to stimulate. Then, too soon, he was moving on.
He reached down and stroked my upper thighs and without realizing I was doing it I opened my legs slightly, tilting my hips forward again, like an offering.
Which he ignored and returned his attention to my boring stomach.
Oh, God... I thought I was going to explode with the sensations that were building up inside of me! The eager anticipation of what he would do next. He kept his hand on my stomach, tracing his fingers back and forth, holding his huge palm against my skin. It was warm and strong, and I wanted his palm pressing against my clit, those fingers reaching into my pussy instead. I sighed with frustration and rubbed my ass against him. His cock was hot and huge and pressing up against me.
”Lift your leg, babe...” He helped me raise my leg, pulling it back so that it was draped across his legs. Then finally, finally, he reached between my legs and slowly began to play. I jerked involuntarily when his fingers touched my clit. I didn’t realize how swollen and sensitive it had become, and I made a soft noise, like a whine. I bumped and ground into his hand, wanting more.
”Ssshhhhh..." His voice was soothing and low. "I’m gonna make you feel good, baby girl, yeah? Take my time for you, make you wet and ready...” Then his warm lips were on the back of my neck and shoulders, kissing and sucking, his tongue stroking against my skin.
I thought I was ready for him, I knew I was. I was throbbing with the need to have him inside me. But he continued slowly stroking my clit with his fingers, circling, pressing. I bumped and ground against his hand shamelessly, I couldn’t help it. I was moaning and keening, over and over. I wanted so badly for him to just fuck the shit out of me, quit fucking around, no pun intended...
Then he reached inside me with his thumb and pressed up against my walls, stroking, pressing forwards, trapping my clit in between and rubbing it hard with his fingers. Suddenly a white lightening bolt of pleasure shot through me and I cried out as I came. He gently pushed his fingers inside me and I felt hot spurts of liquid gush around his fingers as he stroked in and out. My orgasm slowly rolled through me and I moaned and ground down into his hand.
”Oh, please...please. I want you inside me...” I realized I was begging but didn’t care. None of my other partners had made me feel this way, made me cum so hard with just their fingers...To be honest, no one had ever really tried...
”Say my name...” His voice was low in my ear.
”What...?” My brain was foggy with the afterglow of the orgasm and addled by my lust.
”Say my name...say it...”
”Ri-Rick...Rick! Fuck me, please, Rick!” I bumped against his hand and ground my ass against his cock.
He lifted my leg and pushed his hips forward. I felt the soft, velvety head of his hot cock seeking my entrance and I reached down and guided him inside. He thrust deep and hard and I cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure. He was so huge, and I wanted to take all of him at once. I ground down hard against him, squeezing my walls around him.
He grunted and grabbed hold of my hips, holding me still. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, sending more shivers down my spine. ”Take it easy — go slow, babe. Let’s make this a marathon, not a sprint...”
l laughed, feeling like the tables had been reversed. Usually I was the one who wanted my partner to slow down, because I wasn’t ready yet, while they immediately started pounding into me like a horny rabbit, eager to breed. Maybe this is why some women liked dating older men...
He kissed the back of my neck and started to slowly stroke in and out of me. Holy God, it felt so good! His cock dragged across my g spot. Just like a heat-seeking missile, it knew right where to go. I knew he wanted me to go slowly but I couldn’t help it. I groaned and ground myself down into him with each inward push, then I’d squeeze my walls tight around him as he pulled back out.
”Christ, you’ve got a sweet, tight, pussy. Fuck...” I could tell he was struggling to keep a slow pace. “Touch yourself, baby girl. I wanna feel you cum on me...”
I wasn’t all that comfortable with touching myself while having sex with a guy, and I hesitated, literally growing still.
”It’s okay, baby. There’s nothing wrong with it...” He reached forward and slowly stroked my clit while he continued to move in and out of me, and I gasped at having the two sensations at once. I squeezed down on him as hard as I could, reveling in the way his cock felt as it passed back and forth over that tight bundle of nerves while at the same time having my clit rubbed...Soon I was babbling with the need for more.
”Oh, God, Rick...You feel so...This just...It feels so good....Just...Don’t stop...Please...” I ground down into his hand and rubbed against him.
”That’s it baby girl...Cum for me, yeah? Cum on my cock. I wanna feel you squeeze me tight.”
At those words I cried out. The next thing I knew I felt like I was tumbling, falling off a cliff. Lost in a free-fall of pleasure as my orgasm spread through every nerve ending in my body. My walls spasmed around him over and over, sending more waves coursing through me. My body shuddered and I gasped and whined, calling his name. He’d taken his hand away from my clit and held onto my hips while he stroked me through my orgasm, making it go on and on. No one had ever made me cum so hard and for so long before.
And yet he still hadn’t cum, himself.
”Good girl...” He kissed the back of my neck and held me close while my body continued to tremble with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Then he took my hips, lifting me.
”Get up, baby. On your knees for me...”
Still feeling weak and breathless, I got on my hands and knees, opening my legs. He moved behind me, then gently pushed my shoulders down until I was resting in my elbows with my ass high in the air.
”God, you’ve got a sweet, round ass...” He slapped one cheek lightly and I jumped, moaning. He chuckled and softly rubbed the slap spot. He stroked my cheeks, then slapped me again, a little harder. I moaned and pushed against him.
He chuckled. “You like that, huh, baby girl? We’ll save that for later...For now I just wanna fuck you...”
With one knee he spread my legs wider, then he reached forward and brushed my clit. I moaned in anticipation and opened myself for him.
"Christ, you're practically dripping for me, aren't you, baby girl?" He pushed his cock against me and before I could even think about helping him he thrust deep inside me with a loud groan of pleasure.
”Jesus, you’re so hot and slick...” Slowly he began to move in and out, opening me up. But soon he picked up the pace, grunting as he held onto my hips, pulling me against him as he pounded into me, snapping his hips hard against my ass and driving deep enough to hit my cervix. I cried out with each thrust as I felt myself building back up to another orgasm. His fingers gripped my hips so hard, I knew I’d have bruises.
”Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. Aw, fuck, you feel so fucking good! Jesus Christ...” His words trailed off as he grunted with each thrust.
I bucked my hips against him, trying to keep up with his relentless pace. But I couldn’t keep up with him and so I just dropped my head down to the pillow and gave in to the pleasurable sensations. Soon I was moaning and sobbing uncontrollably with each thrust and crying out his name. I couldn’t help the wailing sounds that were coming from my mouth. They were almost animalistic in quality. I was too lost in the buildup of another orgasm to care.
Rick groaned as he pounded into me, praising me and telling me how great I felt and how hard he was going to make us both cum. I started spilling over into another orgasm and I cried out his name in a long keening wail as it washed over me.
”Oh, Christ, baby...Here I cum... Fuck! Fuckin’ fuck!!” He thrust deep inside me, hard enough to hurt, holding his hips against me, his whole body shaking. I felt his cock throb as he sent hot spurts of cum high inside me. He stroked in and out, riding out his orgasm. Then he pulled out of me and I moaned at the loss of fullness. I slumped down to the bed, feeling like my bones had left my body. He lay down beside me and pulled the covers over us, then he wrapped me in his arms and pulled me against his chest.
“Ok, baby girl...” He said somewhat raggedly. ”Now...now we can — let’s go back t' sleep. ‘K?”
I sighed with deep contentment and drifted off to sleep in his arms.
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