Six games. Six wins.
We got lucky with game six edging out our opponents by a single touchdown. Thank goodness this next week was our bye week giving me plenty of time to prepare for game seven. Not to mention, I had to go to the dedication at Elliston, which was good timing—schedule wise anyway.
My concentration was a bit off during the Saturday morning swim session. I thought about swinging by the diner to see Hannah, but I needed to go home and watch the game film from last night again.
Brodie Walker hadn’t played up to his potential in the last two games. Luke Richman had been filling in where I needed him during games, but he hadn’t started a game. With the Creswell High game coming up before fall break, I needed to consider starting him and benching Brodie.
In addition to the prep for the next game, I had history papers to grade. The trimester would come to an end on Halloween, and I had a few weeks to prepare my students for the final exams.
After two hours of combing through the game film, I couldn’t seem to make heads or tails as to why Brodie was missing his marks and dropping catches.
My phone chirped for what felt like the hundredth time this morning. Everyone and their brother had called or texted. None of them were the person that I really wanted to talk to—Hannah.
Tension coiled in my neck and shoulders. Needing a break, I changed into my running clothes and headed downstairs to my treadmill. If I was being honest, I’d rather work out my energy with Hannah, but that was not an option. Thirty minutes later, my legs ached and my quads burned as I pushed myself hard on the last mile.
Once I finished my cool down, I stripped out of my clothes and headed for the shower. Flipping on the spray, I ducked under the shower head. My eyes closed and I stood under the water letting the weight of the day and all my problems wash down the drain.
“Well, well, I’m glad that I decided to drop by,” her sultry voice purred. My eyes snapped open as two hands inched up my back.
I turned to face her. “Are you really here?” I asked, sliding my hands over her bare skin.
She nodded. “I am.”
This woman took my breath away. “How long do you have?”
Her arms snaked around my neck and her breasts pressed against my chest. My lips grazed her throat licking and kissing along her wet flesh.
Moaning, she tangled her fingers in my hair. “I am yours until at least eleven because my son is on a date.”
“Perfect.” I cupped her ass and a shudder rocked her entire body. Arching against me, I groaned when she rubbed herself against my cock. The sounds of her moans and the feel of our wet slick skin gliding together had my dick hardening to the point of pain.
Teasing her entrance, I guided my cock against her and she moaned my name. With a snap of my hips, I slammed into her.
“Right there, yes,” she gasped.
I loved the way her body fit with mine and how her hips matched mine without delay. Her thighs clenched around me, and her fingers dug into my back. Hannah clung to me, and I fucked her mindlessly. Her breathy moans and pleas had me coming undone.
“Wyatt,” she cried out. “Wyatt.”
I pounded into her as her lips found mine, the sensations taking hold sending my blood roaring through my veins. My muscles worked hard thrusting and driving into her with the prime mission of giving her a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Oh, Wyatt, oh fuck.”
My hips churned, and her inner muscles gripped my cock. Pleasure spread from every cell in my body. The tremors ripped through her body, and I fucked her through her orgasm until I was right there with her.
A wide lazy grin spread across her face when our eyes met. Hannah’s lips brushed against my neck and jaw finally reaching my lips.
“Wow,” she sighed against my mouth.
“Did I tell you that I am really glad you stopped by?”
She nodded. “Me too.”
I let Hannah enjoy my shower by herself without me pawing at her. After I toweled off, I headed downstairs to my den to view the game film once more.
I needed to focus. I know that there isn’t a formal policy written about sleeping with the parent of a student, but it is frowned upon.
Hannah was unpredictable and too addicting. With her, I had no idea what she was up to—twice she’d caught me off guard and I fucking loved it. As long as I kept up with my work and the team was winning, there was no reason to stop what we were doing.
I sagged into my leather recliner and flipped on the television. Fast forwarding and rewinding, I tried making sense of the holes in the offense and defense. On Friday night the offense had run a rush through center, and Brodie was slow to respond to play. He totally screwed up on the outside missing the misdirection to the half-back.
Luke, on the other hand, gained more than the average amount of yardage typical for a rush through center play. The kid had improved consistently since the first week of practice.
I glanced over seeing Hannah in the kitchen wearing my grey Westmore High football t-shirt. The hem of the t-shirt rose up her thigh and over the curve of her ass as she reached for a wine glass in the cabinet.
“You’re allowed to wear only that shirt when you come over here from now on,” I called out. My eyes went back to the screen and scribbled something on my notepad.
Play. Pause. Rewind. Play.
She laughed. “Too bad, I have some new lingerie that I think you’d be interested in seeing.”
I swallowed down the thought of her lithe body covered in lace and silk.
Pause. Scribble. Scribble.
I had no idea what I was writing—get something concrete. Pay attention to the outside. Change the Nebraska slant to the Midwest eighteen play. My fingers worked a diligent speed because there were better things that I could be doing like spending the rest of the night in bed with Hannah pinned beneath me.
She stood leaning on my desk with a glass of wine in her hand, watching me. I tapped the remote studying the play before the half. Hannah crossed and uncrossed her ankles as she sipped her wine. Then she planted her bare ass on the edge of the desk.
Play. Pause.
“What are you looking for specifically?” she asked, crossing her right leg over her left.
My eyes met hers and then she flashed me a tiny smile. The corners of my mouth turned up.
“Uncross your legs, Hannah.”
“I don’t want to be a distraction,” she mused, her blue eyes twinkling.
I tipped my chin at her. “Too late. Now, uncross your legs.”
She uncrossed her legs and slid forward. Hannah brought the wine glass in front of her pussy. The flesh was dark, pink and perfect. I wanted to bury my face between her legs.
“See anything you like?” she teased tossing her head back on a laugh.
I groaned feeling my cock hardening like a fucking steel rod. Shifting in my chair, I refocused my eyes to the television screen.
Rewind. Play. Pause. Scribble.
Refine the orange seven shooter play.
Her mouth dropped open as if she was going to speak. Then she did something that took me completely by surprise. She dragged the stem through her wet heat and up to her mouth as she watched me. Tipping the glass to her lips, her arousal shone on the glass.
Holy fuck.
“Oh, you dirty girl.”
Play. Fast Forward.
“You have no idea,” she breathed out.
“You’re going to pay for this,” I gritted out.
“Mhhmm, I hope so,” she moaned, dragging her teeth across her bottom lip.
“Fuck it,” I said, turning off the television and slamming my notepad to the coffee table. I tramped across the room, to where she was sitting. “This is what you do to me,” I rasped, bringing her free hand to settle on my cock.
“Ah, hmm,” she gasped, giving me a squeeze.
After prying the wine glass from her hand, I took a sip then placed it on the bookshelf. She moaned as I crushed my lips to hers. She worked the waistband of my shorts shoving them to the ground. I slid my cock against her wetness.
“You drive me crazy.”
“Likewise.”
I bent my forehead to hers while teasing her with my cock. “Hannah,” I groaned, digging my fingers into her skin with a bruising force.
“Ahhh,” she cried out as I pushed into her. Her cries filled the room as I drove into her with punishing strokes.
“You know it’s not nice to distract me like that while I’m working,” I breathed out.
“But it’s so much fun to get what I want,” she mewled.
I gave her a small grin, before pulling her to the floor. Gripping her hips, I slammed into her and made her take my cock for the rest of the night.