Page 48 of The Coach

"Amazing, two days at the beach sounds like just what we need," I agree.

I'm watching the road, but I can feel her eyes on me. "Aren't you a little worried that someone will see us together? I know it's nearly two hours away, but you never know."

"Andy, no one in San Diego gives a crap about us. The media stopped following me around when I couldn't play anymore, so they won't care. We're safe to be ourselves."

"Why am I more worried about you losing your job than you are?"

I run my hand up her bare thigh. I love this short skirt she has on, and I don't even want to think about this anymore. This weekend is supposed to be an escape from reality. "I guess I just think the benefit outweighs the risk. I need more time with you outside of the four walls of my house, and you need to chill out, pretty girl."

"Do I?" I can feel the smirk on her lips without even looking at her. She sees that comment as a challenge.

The next thing I know, her hand is cupping my cock through my pants. "Let me think… how do I chill out on a mini road trip, when I'm on a high from playing soccer? I think I might need something else to play with," she purrs, undoing her seat belt, and she faces her body toward me. She locates the zipper of my pants and slides it down. Her hand finding my cock. I slide down a bit farther in my seat, giving her easier access to free my already-hardened length.

"Mmm, this looks like it could help." She wraps her hand around my shaft and strokes me, the movement sending a thrill through my body.

I want her touching me. It's been a few days and I'm craving her like crazy, but it's going to make it very hard to concentrate on the road.

"I'm not sure it will help us get there in one piece if the driver is too distracted to drive," I encourage her, knowing she loves a challenge.

"Shh, you just concentrate on the road, baby. You're a good driver, I trust you to get us there safely. Let me have my fun." She dips her head and I feel the warmth of her mouth as she makes contact with my cock, and fuck, it feels so good. I'm not fighting her on this. It takes everything I have not to take my eyes off the road to look down at her. She would look hot as hell right now, taking me in her mouth.

I pull onto the highway and shift my car into gear as I speed up the road. She bobs in my lap, licking up my length, swirling her tongue around the tip then taking me in her mouth and sucking. With one hand on the steering wheel, I reach for her ass with my free one, slipping it down the length of her short skirt. I'm rewarded with bare skin. "No panties… you really are a naughty girl tonight, aren't you, Andy?"

She pulls back. "Yes, and you love it," she hisses before taking me in her mouth again, working her magic with her mouth.

My fingers feel their way to her dripping-wet pussy. She's so ready for me to play with her. I dip a finger in, and she sucks harder, the pressure almost bringing me undone. I focus on the road in front of me. It's surprisingly quiet for a Friday night, and I'm glad there are no cars close enough to see what we're getting up to. Not that it would worry Andy; she would probably like it more.

I push another finger into her tight little pussy and she moans. I fuck her with my fingers, trying to focus on what I'm doing to her but knowing I'm not going to last much longer, with the way her skilled mouth is working me. "Fuck, Andy." I grip the steering wheel tighter. "I'm going to come," I groan.

She doesn't budge from her task, just keeps going, and I release into her mouth, hot bursts of liquid pumping into her throat. She pulls back, and I drop my hand from her as she slips back into her seat next to me. "Fuck, Andy."

"I know, right, how hot was that?" She smirks.

"I don't see how that would make you more relaxed, but I know I am."

"Alright then, how can I relax?"

"I think you should take that skirt off and play with yourself for me." I glance at her.

She gives me a sassy look. "You need to keep your eyes on the road, mister, so we arrive safely. I'm pretty chill now, I can wait." She leans her chair back and makes herself comfortable.

My gaze returns to the darkened road in front of me, and I wonder if I should pull over so I can finish her off how I would like to right now. My hand runs up the smooth skin of her thigh. It's only forty-five minutes more until we make it to the hotel room, then I'm going to make her fall apart, just like she did me.

Andy

Yesterday was exactly what I needed. I had the best sleep I've had in what feels like months, not even pulling ourselves from bed until after ten this morning. Then we spent hours swimming in the ocean and lazing on the sand. The sun was out, and my skin now looks more golden. Best of all, we've been able to just relax and be ourselves—well, for the most part, anyway. I still can't shake the thought that there might be someone watching me. I can feel his eyes on me. It's so strange. Or is that just my paranoia? I've never felt the need to look over my shoulder or pay better attention to who passes me by. But now I'm constantly on edge. The person stalking me could be anyone, and I know Brad said they wouldn't follow us here, but why wouldn't they? If they really are watching me with some sort of crazy obsession, I'm not silly enough to believe that they wouldn't travel two hours to keep it up.

We have to drive back this afternoon, so this morning, Brad has organized a surprise for us. I'm told I need a hat and comfy clothing that can get wet. I'm so excited. It really doesn't matter what we're doing, I'm just happy to be spending the day with him. Again, who the fuck have I even become, all blissfully happy to be spending the day with some guy? But whatever, I am.

"You ready to go?" Brad calls to me from the bedroom of our hotel.

I enter the room from the bathroom. "I guess, is this okay?" I do a little spin for him, just because I love his eyes on me. Yes, I'm a bit of an attention seeker when it comes to his focus being on me. I'm wearing denim cutoffs, my string bikini, with a loose-fitting tank over the top.

"Yeah, and you look cute." He smirks, pulling me into him for a kiss.

"Thanks." Brad looks mighty fine himself in board shorts and a white T-shirt. His hair is a little longer on the top at the moment and looks all kinds of sexy in that I-don't-give-a-fuck-what-I-look-like kind of a way. It's hot. I could easily stay here all day with him. I'm so attracted to him, I just want my body on his all the time.

He laces his hand in mine, and we leave our room and head in the direction of the water. "So where are you taking me?" I ask.