Coach Styles |HS|

4.

Reality was a bitch.

The cold truth smacked me dead in the face as the familiar ringtone of an iPhone blared throughout Harry's office. I snapped my head up, looking into his eyes that were blankly staring into mine. I looked to my left at the golden iPhone just sitting there with the name 'Tiffany' flashing across the screen. The picture was of him and a brunette lady, their noses touching, lips spread into a white smile and she was wearing a wedding dress-this was his wife. My throat tightened, my naked body still shaking as guilt wormed its way inside of me and settled in my chest. I wasn't thinking of his wife, or his family when I made this deal with him. I was only thinking of myself.

His large hand removed itself from my ass and reached across his desk to retrieve his phone before sliding his thumb across it and putting it to his ear. "Hello?" He rasped, his eyes still
Locked on mine. My stomach was turning and my body suddenly felt cold and empty despite our close proximity and his c.ock that was still deep inside of me. I squirmed lightly and he groaned, his hand going back to my ass and colliding with it making me yelp in the back of my throat and stare at him with wide eyes. "Yes, darling." He said into the phone. I felt disgusted, ashamed, dirty, the list was rather long.

"Ride me," he mouthed situating himself in his chair and holding his phone between his neck and his shoulder. "Of course." He spoke before gripping my hips and nodding. I didn't know what to do. Should I do this while his wife is on the phone or should I just leave? Either won't work in my favor and I know it. "Come on, baby." I didn't know if he was talking to me or his wife, but it made my stomach burn and legs quiver. I wanted to tell him no, but the way his pale green eyes were staring into mine was preventing me from doing so. I couldn't tell him no.

Rising up on him, I whimpered as his c.ock slid out of me halfway before sliding back down on him and clenching my eyes shut to focus on not screaming his name out loud. His mouth was wide open as I began to move, his head thrown back and his eyes completely closed. "Okay," was all he said before he hung up the phone with his wife.

"Fuck me faster, sweetheart." He said fisting my hair and pulling me toward his face. His hips were bucking to meet mine as I came down on him each time, riding him faster and faster until I felt like my lungs were on fire. I stopped moving slowly, Harry ceasing his actions too as I could no longer keep up speed. He picked me up, my bare back immediately hitting his cold desk as he began moving inside of me again. "God your p.ussy is so warm." He choked clasping his hand softly around my neck. "I could fuck you all day." He said throwing his head back and growling low in his throat.

My body was rocking with each stroke, heart pounding and eyes rolling in the back of my throat. I was so close to the edge and what made it worse was him gripping my thighs and throwing them over his shoulders. Before I could release his loud moan rang throughout the entire room and his body froze completely. His back hunched and his lips were forced on mine as he growled 'fuck' repeatedly. His c.ock was fully removed from me as he pulled away and removed the overly used condom. "You have the tightest pussy princess." He said slapping my center and making me release a groan. I could feel the soreness building; the throbbing in my core turning into a dull ache and as minutes passed turning into something bigger. I wanted to move, but I felt like my limbs were frozen. He f.ucked me twice in under an hour and he was still hard from what I could see.

I watched as he put on his clothes, I watched as he grabbed mine, and I watched as he put them on me. "Hopefully the schools empty." He muttered pecking my lips and sliding on my shoes. One leg at a time, I moved off of his desk and semi-limped to the door and grasped the knob. "Do you need a ride home?" He asked. I shook my head no, reaching in my bag and grabbing my keys before flashing them to him and clearing my throat awkwardly. Things were gonna be awkward for me for a very long time until I could actually believe that I gave myself to him. "well," he spoke, "let's go." He said throwing his duffle bag over his shoulder shutting off the light to his office. Before we could even get out the gymnasium doors, I was pressed against it. "We won't tell anyone, am I clear." He said looking at my lips the entire time. I nodded and stared up at him with widened eyes. If he thinks I'd ever boast to anyone about sleeping with a married man he's wrong. I can't even look at myself the same anymore.

As we went our separate ways my heart wouldn't stop beating fast. I was afraid of so many things. I knew in the back of my mind that so many things would go wrong pertaining to this deal. I was afraid of people finding out-I was afraid of his wife finding out. What would happen to him? What would happen to his family? I wasn't sure why I was so worried. He didn't seem to care when he was on the phone with his wife and making me f.uck him.

I spent an hour in the shower when i got home, scrubbing myself clean for the hour and five minutes that I stayed in there under the running water and I still didn't feel clean. I stood in the mirror in my room for 30 minutes observing the marks that were left by him. My ass, my neck my breast, and my torso were littered with his marks. Some were from his mouth, others were from his hands and I felt like sobbing just looking at them. I was disgusted with myself, but I had to do this for the sake of my education. I'm a senior in high school, the last thing I need is to be expelled for something so small. Breaking into his office was possibly the worst thing I had ever let anyone talk me into doing. If I would've just continued being the good girl that I worked hard to be I wouldn't be in this mess.

The next day I felt absolutely worn out. My core was raw and aching and every move I made caused me to feel what Harry had done to me just 24 hours earlier. My movements were stiff, I had a limp when I walked and I would whimper and groan at any slight jolt of pain. It was like he was still inside of me. I could still feel him stretching me and slamming into me repeatedly whenever I did the smallest things and I despised it. I wanted to go rid of the feeling, to get rid of the image, but I couldn't. It was embedded in my brain like an embarrassing memory and I wanted to bang my head against the wall until it disappeared.

What made it worse was that I continued to see his face wherever I went. I would see him talking to other students or teachers or carrying around that same netted bag of soccer balls, but he didn't notice me and I was glad. Even through his track pants I could see the outline of his girth and it was hard for me to tell if he was hard or not.

"Who are you looking at?" Dahlia asked snapping her fingers in front of my face. Once again my eyes were on him, his back against the wall as he monitored the lunch once again. Coach Leonard was by him as usual, his mouth moving, but I could tell Harry wasn't really listening. "Everyone knows he's hot Monica, but stop staring. It's rude and creepy." Dahlia faked shivered, her purple colored hair dangling lightly.

"Right." I said coughing into a closed fist. "What's up?"

"I've been arguing with tommy over what to call a vagina. He's such a boy." She snorted.

"Who argues over something like that" I asked scrunching up my face.

"We do. He calls it a Cooch, but I call it a box. Cooch sounds gross." She said.

"Cooch?" I laughed. "I think you should call it vagina. Since that's the name for it." I said making her nudge my shoulder and laugh. The sudden tingling of my skin and the hairs standing on the backs of my neck made me stop laughing and swallow thickly. I could fee someone's eyes on me and it didn't make me feel good. I glanced around the quad until my eyes stopped dead on a familiar pair of green eyes. I felt like I had stopped breathing altogether as the ends of his lips curved and his bottom lip was taken lightly between his teeth.

I inhaled shakily before looking down and stabbing my fork into my dry salad.

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