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  Stretched

  Hot-Bites Novella

  Jordan Marie

  Jenika Snow

  Contents

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  Synopsis

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Epilogue One

  Epilogue Two

  About Jordan Marie

  About Jenika Snow

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  Lily

  I wasn’t supposed to want him, but that didn’t mean I could help myself. Seeing him daily, having him help me perfect my craft, train for the marathon, meant our close proximity had me falling for Coach Big.

  I was still in high school.

  He was my coach.

  Nothing should have happened between us because that would have been wrong, crossing lines.

  But then something did, and I never wanted to go back.

  Coach Big

  She was barely legal, innocent, and off-limits.

  I was too old for her and someone she looked up to.

  But there wasn’t anything I wanted more than to have Lily as mine.

  Keeping my distance was impossible, especially once she began the shy flirting. She was tempting a beast and didn’t even know it. Lily was playing with fire and would get burned.

  We both would.

  Because once we were alone in the locker room, and she kissed me, I couldn’t stop myself.

  I didn’t even try.

  Chapter One

  Coach Big

  “Spread wider. Go down as far as you can.”

  “It hurts.”

  “It’s going to. That’s how you know you’re hitting the right spot.”

  I stand back and watch as Lily leans forward and touches her toes. Her lean runner’s body is all long limbs and toned muscle.

  As I watch her stretch, I try like hell to not get a hard-on.

  She’s barely legal, still in high school, and I am her fucking track coach.

  Lily Robertson, smart, gorgeous, and totally off-limits, has a great future ahead of her. No doubt she’ll get a full scholarship for track to any college of her choosing. That’s how fucking good she is.

  But it isn’t just those qualities that draw me to her like a fucking stalker. It’s the way her shorts mold to her perfect apple-shaped ass, the look of her long, tanned legs—even the fucking delicate bones at her ankles turn me on. Her tucked-in waist, flat belly, and her pert little tits have me jacking off nightly to the thoughts of my cock popping her cherry.

  And I know she is a virgin. I can feel and smell the innocence pouring off of her.

  She is every guy’s wet dream, probably has the little assholes at school popping boners left and right. Hell, it takes a lot of self-control for me not to get one when she is around.

  She is completely off-limits, forbidden to me. Not only am I her coach, I know she just celebrated her eighteenth birthday. I’m fucking thirty-five, too old to be with her, but too obsessed to let the idea go.

  “Like this?”

  She spreads her legs a little wider and I stare at the crease between her ass, the way her cotton shorts dip slightly in.

  Christ.

  “That’s good, Lily.” I try not to make my voice sound so thick, clear my throat and move around her. She stands and lifts her arms above her head, stretching while tilting to the left, then to the right, working every part of her body over before she runs the track.

  Her white gym shirt rises up, showing me her perfectly toned stomach, and the indentation of her navel. I hold in my groan, an image of me on my knees with my hands on her hips, my mouth on her belly button, my tongue drawing circles around it, slamming into my head.

  My cock starts to thicken, my shorts becoming tighter as my dick presses against the nylon material.

  “I hate stretching.”

  I fucking love watching you do it.

  I barely keep from saying the words as my cock grows even harder.

  I walk a few feet away and breathe out roughly to try and calm myself. It takes a few moments, but I finally feel my cock start to soften.

  “Do you think I really have a shot this weekend, Coach Big?”

  Her voice is so damn sweet and soft, so fucking innocent.

  I shove my hands in the front pocket of my shorts and turn to face her, nodding. “Absolutely. You’re the best we have, the best in the state if I’m being honest. The scouts will be at the meet this weekend. You’ve got to give it your all so they notice you right off the bat.”

  “Yeah,” she says softly.

  Her long dark hair is pulled up into a ponytail, wisps of strands falling down the side of her face. She’s worked up a little sweat from her pre-workout, beads dotting her forehead and making me want to pull her in close and run my tongue along them, taste how sweet and salty they really are.

  “Although I’d like you to come in Friday after school. We’ll train some more. It won’t hurt to put in some extra time, especially before the meet.”

  She licks her lips, and I zero in on the sight, watching as her pink tongue moves along the full, red swell. I feel my cock start to get hard again.

  “I’m glad you mentioned that. I was going to ask if you had some free time Friday. I still feel so underprepared for this.”

  I walk up to her, just a few feet separating us now. “You got this, Lily.” I want to tell her I have her, that she is mine. It is such a primal, possessive feeling, that word slamming into my head over and over again.

  Mine.

  Mine.

  Mine.

  I don’t miss how the guys look at her, check out her perfectly-shaped ass, talk about wanting to fuck her. And all I want to do is connect my fist with their faces, teach them a lesson that not only is it disrespectful to talk about her that way, but that she belongs to me and I’ll fuck them up for even looking in her direction.

  I constantly remind myself I am her coach. I’m merely someone she should look up to, not a person she should be worried about wanting to claim her.

  And fuck, I do. It’s getting harder each day to control myself. I’m barely able to stay away from her and I’m worried that there will come a time when I say fuck the rules, fuck the repercussions ... and finally make Lily mine.

  Chapter Two

  Lily

  I’m a bundle of nerves. I can feel Coach Big’s eyes on me and I worry he can tell that I’m turned on. My body feels like it has electrical currents moving through it. My breasts feel so heavy, my nipples hard and pushing against my bra, that it’s almost painful to breathe. I open my mouth to say something, anything, and my voice comes out hoarse with desire.

  Can he tell? Does he have any idea?

  Underneath the smell of the salty perspiration that has popped out over my body from the workout, the aroma of my desire for Coach coats the air.

  Coach Markus Big is every fantasy I’ve ever had. He’s tall and muscular, towering over me easily. His body is packed with muscle, so wide that when he stands next to me, I feel small and feminine. I’ve rarely felt that around boys my own age. Being five-foot-five has me about average height for my age, but not that small compared to the boys in my class. Most of the time I feel gawky and out of place. But I never feel that way around Coach.

  I moisten my lips again, my mouth suddenly dry as he puts his hand on my shoulder, encouraging me. God, I want him. It’s so hot today, muggy
too. I feel the sweat start to coat my skin even more. The sun is beating down on me, and I’m trying to suck more air into my lungs. The heat coupled with my arousal makes me feel dizzy.

  I watch his lips move, but I can’t make out what he’s saying because the sound of my heart is thundering in my ears, drowning out his words.

  My gaze drifts down and I watch his Adam’s apple move. I move my tongue over my bottom lip as I imagine licking it. I can see small beads of sweat on his neck and I long to taste them, to take them into my mouth and see how salty they really are.

  I let my gaze move over his body, looking under my lashes and praying he doesn’t notice that I’m staring at him. I stop when I get to his muscular thighs. His upper legs are solid muscle and I want to straddle them, to rub myself against him and make myself get off just from that alone.

  I’ve never had sex. I’ve never even wanted it, not until Coach Big came into my life. Now, it’s all I think about. I want to belong to this man. I want him to take my virginity, to feel him deep inside of me … to feel him come apart inside of me.

  “Lily? Did you hear me?”

  I take a shuddering breath as his words finally register.

  “What?” I croak, my voice harsh because my throat is dry, the hunger inside of me so strong it’s like a runaway wildfire.

  “I said it’s time to do a practice run. I’ll time you. I need you to remember what I said, pace yourself. Slow and steady until you get to that crucial lap,” he says and I shake my head. I need to get my mind on my training—not Coach Big. He doesn’t think of me like that. I’m his student and these kinds of desires are wrong, misplaced.

  That’s it.

  That’s all I’ll ever be.

  A student he can never touch.

  “I’m ready,” I tell him.

  “Get in position for me, Lily,” he murmurs, watching me closely.

  Filthy images slam into my head as I imagine myself bent over, grabbing my ankles, Coach Big behind me as he smooths his hands over my ass.

  Did I give my desire away for him? Can he tell how bad I want him?

  I drop my gaze down, trying to get control of myself. Before I turn around, I see a large bulge pushing against Coach’s gym shorts.

  God.

  The air leaves me almost violently. I might be innocent, but I know exactly what that is. He’s hard, impressively hard. The broad outline of his cock strains against the fabric of his shorts.

  He’s huge, thick and long and I instantly wonder how that monster can possibly fit inside of a woman.

  Inside of me.

  Is he hard because of me?

  Does he want me?

  That seems ridiculous, but the possibility fills me with this hunger so intense it’s almost painful. Would it be insane to test the waters and see if Coach Big wants me as much as I want him? Could I tempt him into claiming my virginity?

  I don’t even know how to flirt with a guy, and how sad is that for a newly turned eighteen-year-old? I’ve never wanted to do anything sexual with a guy before. But Coach Big changed all of that for me.

  In my heart, however, I know if I don’t try, I’ll lose this chance forever and that makes me panic.

  “Lily? Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, his voice alarmed but still hard and holding authority.

  I force my gaze away from his hard cock as a plan starts to form in my mind.

  My heart feels like it’s beating outside of my chest, thundering with a force that jars me. God, when did it get so hot? A cold, clammy sweat pops out over my body, one that has nothing to do with my stretching and warm ups.

  “Lily?” he asks again, worry thick in his voice. “Hey, you still with me?”

  My blood is rushing through my veins, the sound echoing in my ears.

  “I feel funny,” I tell him. I can barely hear my own voice.

  Am I whispering?

  “Lily?” he asks, the panic in his voice clear.

  My knees begin to buckle. But before I fall, Coach Big catches me, his arm going under my knees, his other around my body as he lifts me up easily and carries me off the track.

  I lay my head against him, wishing I could stay in his arms forever.

  Chapter Three

  Coach Big

  I’m going to hell for the shit I think about concerning Lily. And as I carry her into the locker rooms, my cock still hard, the knowledge that she sure as fuck saw what I was sporting, worries the hell out of me. I just don’t want her to think I’m some fucking pervert after a student. That’s not what this is about.

  It’s wrong to want her, yes. But she’s more than just a desire for me.

  I see her as mine.

  Heading to the locker rooms, I make my way into one of the back offices where there’s a small twin-size bed. It’s for athletes and students who injure themselves or aren’t feeling well during practice, and at that moment I’m really fucking glad it’s available.

  I lay her down and prop her head up with a pillow. She’s awake, but she has her hand on her head as if she’s dizzy.

  “Have you drunk any water today?”

  “A little.”

  The weather’s hot, kind of humid. Most likely she’s dehydrated. I go toward the small fridge and pull out a bottle of water, twist off the top and hand it to her.

  I help her sit up so she can drink. I watch her, see the way her throat moves as she swallows, check the color of her skin, notice she’s a little perspired, this clamminess covering her face. She’s pale, and my worry climbs.

  She hands me back the bottle and leans against the wall. I’ve turned on a small fan beside the bed, the air blowing tendrils of her hair around her face from her ponytail.

  “How are you feeling?” I’m still uncomfortably aroused, but I shift so at least it’s not as noticeable. And I see the way she glances down at my crotch, as if she wants to see if I’m still hard.

  I clear my throat, desire pounding through me at the most inappropriate time. Hell, it’s inappropriate anytime to desire her, given that she is barely legal and I’m her coach, but that didn’t—doesn’t—stop me.

  “It’s hot and muggy outside, and if you haven’t been drinking adequately, chances are you are just dehydrated.” I hand her the bottle back. “Drink the rest of this,” I say in a demanding tone, not meaning to be so harsh, but wanting to let her know that in this moment I’m the one who will take care of everything.

  I’ll take care of her.

  I watch as she finishes off the bottle, the color in her face returning. The tightness I feel in my chest grows stronger at the memory of her looking ill, of feeling her in my arms as she rested her head against my chest.

  I’m protective of Lily, so protective that I feel this intense proprietary consumption fill me at the very thought of her being hurt, of her being unsafe, even from herself.

  For the next twenty minutes I watch her, check her vitals, make sure she’s okay. “We should probably call your family.” I put away the blood pressure machine and turn to face her. My arousal dims as I worry about her well-being. Lily is all that matters.

  She has to be okay.

  I watch as she shakes her head, sitting up fully and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

  “No, I’m fine. I feel like myself again.” She’s gripping the edge of the bed tightly, her knuckles white.

  Now that she’s getting better, I feel my desire for her begin to rise up again. I stare at her as she sits there, her sleek, toned legs hanging over the side, her flesh golden, smooth and perfect. Her shorts have ridden up so they’re obscenely high, the material wedged between her thighs, the outline of a V visible.

  God, I bet she’d taste incredible between her legs, sweet and wet, like velvet over my tongue.

  And her shirt, form fitting and white, slightly transparent, makes me starved for her. Her breasts are pressed against the material, her nipples hard.

  My mouth waters and I can picture myself cupping the mounds, pushing them together a
nd running my tongue up the cleavage. Then, sucking a nipple into my mouth, drawing at the turgid flesh, moving the muscle along the peak until she’s almost coming undone.

  I can practically hear her moan in my head, feel her hands clenching my hair as she keeps me close to her body.

  Fuck, I’m harder than rock again, my cock pressing against my shorts. And I watch as she looks down at the stiff outline. There’s no way I can hide it and a big part of me doesn’t want to. I let her see the evidence of my desire. I want her to know how hungry I am for her.

  I can’t move, I can’t even breathe. Lily knows I’m aroused now. That wall between us is gone. Not only can she see it, but she can feel it as it thickens the air, and in this moment, she’ll either be hesitant and confused over it, or surprise the hell out of me and let me take things further.

  Chapter Four

  Lily

  Coach wants me.

  There’s no denying it, not when I can see the hard, rigid outline of his cock pushing against his clothes and straining toward me.

  What would it look like if he were naked?

  My body flushes all over and a wave of desire and heat hits me. It’s so strong that I have to fight the urge to pass out again.

  I bite my lip, because if I don’t I’ll ask him to undress. I want to see him. I’ve never seen a man naked before, and I really want to see Coach Big like that. It’s not right. It can’t happen. He’s my coach and I’m his student. He’s much older than me. I’m only eighteen. There’s no way a man like Coach Big would be interested in me…