Curveball(25)

I break away from the pack, promising to catch up with them in a few minutes, and make a beeline toward the end of the hall. She glances over her shoulder at me as she walks in heels that show off her legs, not stopping until she hits a bank of lockers and a dead end. This part of the building is desolate with half of the lights turned off, giving us more privacy.

She attaches herself to me by throwing her arms around my neck and plants kisses on my skin as she wraps her leg around my back. I lift her up and slam her into the lockers. Taking her face in my hand, I slip my tongue into her mouth.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper against her lips after a long, intense kiss that made my dick even harder.

“I needed to see you.” She takes my bottom lip in her mouth and tugs on it. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me. And you look hot in this uniform. I stopped by the gym earlier and caught the end of your practice. Now, I’m wet and horny, and I can’t go to the club like this.”

She reaches between us and pulls down the zipper of my pants, her skirt already shoved up to her waist. I am so hard, my dick pokes through the slit in my boxers and presses into her leg.

“Condoms don’t really go with these pants, babe. I hope you brought one with you.”

“I’m on birth control. I trust you,” she whispers. “Just shut up and fuck me already.”

I smile, thinking about how much I like her and her sweet pussy.

As if reading my mind, she peels her panties to the side, and I take my cock in my hand and position myself at her entrance, staring into her eyes as I fill her. Her fingernails dig into my back as I fuck her, hard and fast, the metal locks digging into her skin with each thrust.

She moans so loud in the quiet hallway that I cover her mouth with my hand and suck on her neck as she comes undone beneath me. Her muscles tighten around me, and even though I could fuck her all day long, I need to be quick. I end up coming less than a minute after she does.

Her eyes open wide, and she has tears in them as I release my hand from her mouth.

I run my thumb along her jaw. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head and whispers, “No. Look behind you.”

I glance over my shoulder to see Coach Jordan standing ten feet behind us.

“Montgomery, get your ass in my office. Right now!” Coach Jordan yells so loud, I swear, the lockers rattle.

“Fuck,” I mumble, staring down at the floor before making eye contact with Teach. “I should…”

“Yeah, you should.” She can’t even look me in the eye, and she turns away in embarrassment to hide her face from Coach.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” I growl at Coach.

He throws his hands onto his hips, shaking his head in disapproval. “One minute and not a second more.” Then, he turns on his heel and marches down the hallway.

I pull out of her and set her down on the ground, then tuck myself back into my pants, and zip them up as she fixes her panties and skirt.

“I’m so fucked.” She bites the inside of her cheek. “Having a faculty member catch me in the act…” She pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’m so fucking screwed, Mark. I cannot go back to being a trial attorney. This is the only shot I have at a decent job that still allows me to be a lawyer. I cannot lose this job.”

“Hey, hey,” I say, pressing my finger to her lips. “Everything will be okay. I will talk to Coach. Don’t worry about getting fired. I graduate in two months. No one is going to care, especially not my coach of all people. Trust me, baby.”

“We’ve never met before”—her voice trembles—“so I doubt your coach even knows I’m a professor here. But what if another professor or student had caught us? What if he remembers me later on and tells one of the faculty?”

“Olivia, please listen to me when I say that I will handle it. Coach won’t say a word. He’s like a father to me, and Luca and Hunter are the most loyal people you will ever meet. No one else knows about us, and Coach doesn’t even know your name. He probably thinks you’re a bat bunny or a sorostitute. Trust me. Our secret is safe.”

A grin plays on her gorgeous face, and she grips my shirt in her hands. “Did you just call me by my real name for once?”

I shrug, nonchalant. “I guess I did. Is that all you took out of what I just said?”

“About damn time you called me something other than Teach.” That wipes the frown from her face for a few seconds.

“I thought you liked it when I called you that.” I kiss my way from her neck to her jaw and stop at her lips, and she stirs from the heat from my breath. “I know you like it when I tell you that you’re a good girl.”

She smiles and slides her hand behind my head, pulling me into a quick kiss. “I might be more bad than good.”

“With you, being bad never felt so good, baby.”

I take a step back, and she moves forward, just enough so that I can smack her on the ass.

“Now, take your sexy ass to work, and don’t so much as look at another guy.”

She smiles, her hands moving to her hips. “My favorite student is jealous of the competition? How cute.”

We face off, the heat between us burning like a forest fire.

“I’m not jealous. You are mine. Your pussy is mine. Those hot fucking moans you make when I fuck you are mine. Your lips, your tits, your ass—everything about you is mine, and don’t forget that.”