Life with Passion

Cole

     When we arrived back the gym was empty, we still had a little bit before the bell was going to ring. Our trip back was quiet without a single word. Now was no different he immediately made his way into the boys locker room with out so much as a glance. I watched the door swing  behind him. I moved to the girls locker room to change out of my wet clothes. I would just have to wear my clothes from this morning's workout. After wringing out the clothes and changing I went to work on detangling my hair. I stood in front of the mirror looking at my reflection, brushing my hair. My mind replayed what happened at the river. Thinking about his naked chest started a warm fire in my veins and remembering the look in his eyes and his closeness started a tingling  in my stomach. Fantasies started to form of him laying my down on the riverbank and moving his mouth over my body  moving down, down, until. The bell rung knocking me out of my heated thoughts. My face was beat red when the realization of it hit me. I can not let myself go there. Putting my hair up in a ponytail I went into the gym. Everyone had already taken their seats on the bleachers and  coach was pacing the floor talking to them. I took my seat and his eyes meet mine. He continued to talk about what we'd be doing today in class. I was only half listening I couldn't help myself as I began moving my eyes over his body. Now that I've seen his muscular chest even his baggy t-shirt could hide what I knew was underneath. Imagining what it felt like to run my hand over his body made me dizzy with desire. I rolled my lip between my teeth as I chewed on the idea of rolling around with him.  When, finally coming back to reality I noticed we were playing dodge ball again.  Great I thought to myself as I moved across the gym floor to stand with my appointed team.  I was the first one out on my team and we ended up losing. While sitting on the bleachers I couldn't keep from staring at a certain someone. He was leaning against the wall watching the game transpire. He was alone until one of the boys coaches, who taught shop brought his class in, and struck up a conversation.   

"Hey Sexy."  A voice came over my shoulder.  I turned to see  Justin as he joined me. "Hey."  He placed his hand on my thigh and leaned in,  he whispered in my ear as his hot breath danced down my neck leaving chill bumps in its wake. "There is so many things I want to do to you right now, you've been leaving me high and dry the past couple days." He paused letting his words entice the building anticipation in me. "I have a list of needs baby, your on the top. Hmm on top now that's a sight." I couldn't tell if it was just Justin's words or the Fantasy's I had been conjuring, but I was on edge at the moment and in desperate need of fulfillment. I took a deep breath as his mouth moved closer to my neck. "Lets leave early, Your bed is calling to me." he moved  his mouth to my neck causing my eyes to flutter shut and my head to fall back slightly. When I opened my eyes a second later I meet a stormy gaze from across the gym. He no longer was talking with the other coach or watching the game, no instead he had my eyes fully locked on me. Something in his dark gaze only turned me on more. I tore my gaze from his and moved away from Justin. "I can't leave, I have practice after school."  Hunger burned in his eyes as he watched my mouth move. "Baby, come on, it's a rest day, no one has practice."  he moved his hand towards me as if to convince me. I reached out and stopped it. "You know I'm on thin ice and have to pick up extra practice." His face dropped and he was quiet for a moment, before looking up and me through his lashes. "Do you have a shift tonight at the club? We could meet up in our spot."  Because we had really started hooking up, while we worked the club together we had claimed a spot of our own to occupy during our breaks, My mind revisited all of the times we had actually used the spot. "I'll see you then." I answered him a little too eagerly from still being wound up. "Perfect." he all but purred as he kissed my neck sending heat through my veins. The bell dismissed class and he threw me one of his Innocent smiles followed by a wink before leaving. After everyone filed out from the gym it was just me and Coach left. He still stood across the room with his glare on me.  I moved from the bleachers and started to approach him. "Do your stretches." His command stopped me half way across the floor.  I began to stretch still watching him. Never breaking eye contact. When I was finished he grabbed a ball and we into one on one positions. His ball first  I checked it to him and before I could get my stance ready he flew past me with a layup and scored. I just stood there staring after him. Once he rebounded and made it back to the top of the key we checked it again. This time I was ready my stance low to the ground. He tried to run to my left but I stopped him.  I felt pretty good about my speed until he faked me out and drove down the right side scoring yet another layup. Again he rebounded and went to the top of the key. The game went on like this for about twenty minuets  of him scoring and being faster than me. I grew frustrated, He still hadn't said a word and I was losing zero to eighteen.  My breathing was labored and my calves hurt. I was still so out of shape and tryouts were soon.  He faked me again and scored with that he had twenty points on me. I threw my hands up and walked over to the bleachers to grab my water bottle.  "Why'd you stop?" His voice  sounded harsh and weird after the silent treatment.  I spun around and threw my hands up at him. "I needed a break." I said squirting a long stream of water into my mouth.  He watched me impatiently as I fought between getting enough water to quench my thirst and enough air to satisfy my burning lungs. I was drenched in sweat. "Could you hurry?" He called over to me. I looked back to his face and the anger boiled up in me. "What is your problem?" I dropped my water bottle and advanced on him.  He moved his head back and watched me down his nose. "Ever since the river you have been acting weird, or pissy, so what's up?" I said stopping right in front of him. He arched a brow at me and smirked. Before thinking I shoved him. He moved back slightly and glared down at me. I went to shove him again and he grabbed my wrist. "Don't shove me again Miss Jones." His voice wasn't angry it was almost inviting. I wondered what would happen if I did shove him again. I looked up into his eyes and bit my lip at the exciting though of him giving me a punishment. "Don't bite your lip at me Logan." His voice had gone husky and deeper, his eyes turned darker and the way he said my name send a a tingle straight to my core. I bit my lip harder to keep from saying anything out loud. "Mmmh." He let a groan out.  His eyes were now on my lips. My heart raced as my body turned hotter. I craned my neck back and stepped into him. He watched me with heavy lids. "What if I do bite my lip again Coach Jordan?" I was surprised how sultry my voice came out. "My name is Cole." He breathed.