Coach Me, Love You

"Contains explicit content...don't read if not above 18". “Mnnn–Yes!–Arghhh!” My professor had both of my hands held with handcuffs at the head side of his bed. My legs were tied with ropes to the ceiling, leaving both my legs hung in the air for Mr Adrian to grant easy access to my p***y. He glances at me, A smile of pleasure escapes his lips, one that made me swallow a hard lump down my throat, knowing how hard I was about to get brutally f****d! He tightened his grip on my waist and without warning, he rammed his big c**k into my p***y. I cried out and arched my back wanting more, I couldn't get enough of this f*****g pleasure. He rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting harder into my p***y. "Now come for daddy." I ordered softly. That was my undoing, I exploded around him. "Good girl." He said giving my clot feathery strokes. "BUT BEFORE THEN". Rina’s POV I’ve always had my first kiss envisioned from the moment I learned what real love was. I imagined the sparks we would feel as we share that passionate moment. I imagined if I'd have butterflies in my belly. Going to a large college, I thought I would at least find one person that would make me want to give him everything my heart had to offer. I’ve had a boyfriend for a couple of months, but it still never felt right. My ex boyfriend, Ace, was nearby, and he wasn’t alone. The halls were growing quiet students went to class. It was only the sounds my heartbeat left as I made my way around the corner, only pausing when I heard a familiar giggle of a lady Sabrin, and the husky growls of Ace. “Only for you, babe,” he replied, muffled as her lips closed around his. My next class, ceramics, was with Ace. I didn’t even want to take that class, but he thought it would be fun to take a class together. I was an art student, so I agreed. A crease formed between the gentlemen’s brows. I realized tears had escaped my eyes. They weren’t much as tears of heartbreak, more like tears of disappointment. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and was about to walk past him. Just as Ace came around the corner, I felt him freezing as he saw me. Sabrin stood beside him, and I heard her gasp. I met her beautiful blue eyes. Before he could get the entire question out, I turned to the gentleman beside me, placing my hands on his shoulders and pulling him toward me. He went easily, though his eyes showed nothing but Then, our lips touched. unmoving. His hands rested lazily by my sides, though mine moved comfortably around his neck. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. I had no idea what I was doing. I’m not sure why I did it; maybe to hurt Ace. Maybe because I was sick of holding out for something that might never be good enough in comparison to the role models I grew up with. I pulled away from him, breathlessly gazing up at his grey eyes. They were growing darker as he stared into me. I wasn’t sure what lingered in his gaze, but he didn’t pull away from me. My hands continued to rest behind his neck, and I realized I was pressing my body into him. That was my first-ever kiss. “I need to get to class,” he said, his tone was low and almost husky. That was the first thing he’s ever said to me. dark curly hair out of my face with my fingers. in the direction of the main office. All I could think about at that moment was getting out of my next class. I couldn’t face Ace again after that. ... “Unfortunately, there’s only one class available. All other seats are filled,” the receptionist, at the main office, said, glancing at her computer. “Sports and games" she answered, staring up at me. “Would that be all right?” Sports? I'm not very good with sports so, that class might be difficult. However, I was very good at games. “Anything but sports,” I said to her in return. “Is everything all right, Rina? You aren’t being bullied in that class, are you?” She asked. “I can give your father—” “No!” I said quickly; the last thing I wanted was for my father to find anything out about what had happened. He was the head of the states and worked closely with Ace’s dad, another She looked unconvinced, but she nodded just the same as she looked back at her computer, typing “You are now in Games and sport 101 with Professor Adrian. It’s in the school arena. You can head there right now.” My 18(th) birthday was only a few days away; I was supposed to be heading home for the weekend and birthday celebration but instead I was accepted into the Wellington Academy; one of the largest schools in the state. I reached the arena and stood outside the doors; I could already hear the the rhythmic bouncing of basketballs and squeaking of sneakers filled the court as they trained and practiced their shots. They were all tall and good looking in their NBA jerseys; it reminded me of the basketball training I used to watch growing up. Stepping further into the arena, I allowed the door to shut firmly behind me. The tallest guy stood on the far side of the arena, overlooking the basketball that was bouncing before him. He was a dark handsome guy with curly hair, his dark eyes scanned the arena briefly before they landed on mine. He looked oddly familiar, but I didn't think much of it until he fully turned and was now directly facing me. Rina’s POV I couldn’t believe that the man I had shared my first kiss with was my professor. Suddenly, it felt like the arena wasn’t big enough. His grey eyes met mine. His dark curly hair was slightly shaggy, giving him a messy yet effortlessly attractive look, dancing around his broad and manly shoulders. “Can I help you with something?” he asked, raising his brows and meeting my eyes. “Sorry; I just transferred to this class,” I said to him, showing him my printed schedule. “I’m Rina…” He looked at the schedule briefly, silence growing thick between us as he pulled his eyes from me. “You can join the other students,” he said, turning away from me. My eyes widened as I glanced at the others, who were still running up and down the court, battling for the ball. The sharp squeak of sneakers against the polished floor filled the arena as they fought to score. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. He froze. For a moment, I thought I saw his expression harden. “What?” he asked in a disbelieving and slightly annoyed tone. He turned back, and I could see the disbelief in his eyes. “What do you mean you can’t dunk?” My heart was pounding so quickly and loudly against my chest, I thought he would be able to hear it. ““I’m good at games,” I answered. “Just because I can’t dunk doesn’t mean I’m not capable. I’ve been practicing my entire life. Let me show you what I can do.” “I don’t have time to babysit,” he muttered, sounding incredibly annoyed. “Besides,” he added, “I don’t have anyone to pair you with. All my students are already practicing with their teammates.”