house and slowed. My heart hammered like crazy. On the corner stood a large figure, a hoodie covering his head. His back was to me, but I could pick Abe out at any angle. That was the broad back I’d sunken my fingernails into when he’d fucked me on his desk yesterday morning. It’d been desperate and wild. My ass had been sore for the whole damn day.
I’d never felt so much love. And I wasn’t mixing love with sex, but whenever Abe and I fucked, it reminded me how much he loved me. A man like Abe wouldn’t have touched me otherwise. He was too sincere.
I stopped next to Abe. “Hey there, Coach. Need a ride?”
“Haha, very funny.”
He walked up to the car and got in. Our noses bumped when we met in the center and kissed like we hadn’t made out already this evening after practice.
“Why’s your window down?” he asked. “It’s so cold tonight.”
“I was flirting with hot guys I passed on the way here.”
“Emery.” He dug his finger into my side and I laughed.
“I’m joking. You’re the only hot guy I notice.”
“Just drive.”
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I don’t know. You picked me up, so it’s your call. Nowhere we might run into anyone.”
“All right, then. Kick back and relax and let Emmy take care of you.”
He squeezed my thigh. “You’re in a good mood. You sounded so sad over the phone.”
“Is that why you told me to pick you up? To make Emmy happy?”
“Will you stop talking about yourself in third person, you annoying brat?”
“Who you loooove so much,” I sang off-key.
“I do.”
I smiled at him. Just like that, he made my night better. I could worry about where I would sleep later. These moments were everything I lived for.
“Teresa and Mandy will be spending Thanksgiving with Teresa’s parents. Do you want to come over? We’ll have the house to ourselves.”
Play house with Abe? Hell, yes.
“You sure you don’t want to go with them?”
“Nope. Her parents hated that she married me when she could’ve done so much better. Their words. I’d rather spend the time with you than face their treatment when Teresa tells them we’re getting a divorce.”
I gasped. “She got the papers?”
“Yes.”
“Still refusing to sign them?”
“Yup. But my attorney assures me she can only delay the divorce but can’t stop it from going through.”
“That’s good, then.”
“Very, but let’s talk about something else. How have you been getting on with your dad?”
I grimaced. “Next topic, please.”
“Emmy.”
“He’s not hitting me, I swear. I promised to tell you if he did.”
He sighed. “That’s fair. There’s a gas station up ahead. Let’s stop there and fill you up.”
“I don’t think a gas station is the best place to fill me up, but whatever you say.”
“You know what I mean.”
I laughed. “Do I?”
At the gas station, I switched off the engine and leaned over to kiss Abe’s cheek. “I’ll be back in a minute. Going to get what we need to fill me up.”
“Emery, come back here!”
I jogged over to the convenience store. No one else was inside, and I hurried down the aisles and grabbed a big bag of Cheetos Puffs, a large bottle of water, a pack of wipes, and lube, then walked to the counter, where I asked the cashier for condoms. He huffed, but I glared at him, and he retrieved a box from under the counter.
“Thanks.”
I paid for my groceries, grabbed the paper bag, and rushed out of the store. Abe had moved the car. I hopped in and laid the bag on his lap. “There you go.”
He held up the Cheetos Puffs. “I didn’t know you liked these too.”
“They’re for you.” I’d noticed they were the only snacks he munched on at home.
“Dammit, Emery. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
I backed out of the gas station and turned left.
“I’m still upset with you.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Upset about what?”
“I found the cigarettes.”
I groaned. “Abe, don’t start. They help me.”
“To damage your lungs? Yeah, I’m sure they do.”
“They keep me relaxed.”
“I wish you wouldn’t use them. I need you to stay healthy, baby.”
God, this man. When he said something like that, what other choice did I have but to stop?
I opened the glove compartment, felt for the pack of cigarettes, and threw them out the window.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I just quit.”
“Just like that?”
“That’s what you wanted me to do, wasn’t it? Or should I go back for them?”
“Yeah, but—”
“But what, Abe? You wanted me to quit, and I am. For you.”
“You’re something else. You know that?”
“But you’re going to have to replace the cigarettes with something else. I’m spoiled by having things in my mouth.”
“Well, this is too big. You might choke on it.”
I laughed and reached across the console to fondle his cock. Abe groaned and batted my hand away.
“Both hands on the steering wheel.”
“If I’m a good boy, will you spank me?”
“If we find someplace no one will hear.”
“Leave it up to me.”
The usual make-out spots would be swarming with kids, so I turned off on a secluded road I’d discovered by accident the first time I’d driven out here to the old water tower to meet up with Mandy.
“Where does this road lead?” Abe asked.
“An abandoned farmhouse. There’s even a barn.”
“You’re kidding me. Right?”
“Nope.”
Another half a mile and the dilapidated farmhouse came into view. The barn wasn’t in better shape. Once I’d tried sneaking in there, but the structure didn’t look safe, so I’d decided against it. It would have been the perfect spot to stay if the roof was still intact and the temperature wasn’t so cold. I’d freeze to death inside. If the whole thing didn’t collapse on me first.
I parked next to a large tree and turned on the ceiling light. “What do you think?”
Abe unbuckled his seat belt. “I know I’m not supposed to ask, but have you ever brought anyone else out here?”
I couldn’t repress my grin. “Are you jealous?”
“Your ass is going to be so sore.”
I released my seat belt and straddled him. “No, I haven’t. You’re special.”
“Front seat’s a little cramped.” He squeezed my ass. “We should adjust the seats and get into the back. Don’t you young’uns know anything?”
I clucked my tongue. “My, my, you naughty coach. Who said anything about getting into the back seat with you?” I fake gasped. “How could you propose such a thing? I’m your student, yet you want to have your dirty way with me?”
Abe groaned. “Keep that up. It’s really turning me on.”
He pushed the door open, and I tumbled out over him. While he pushed the front seats forward as much as they could go, I pulled my leggings down. The chilly night air hit my ass in the thin lace that stretched across my cheeks. No thong today.
“What are you doing?” Abe asked. “You’re going to freeze your ass off, Emmy.”
I laughed and wiggled it. “Come on. If you spank me, it won’t be cold for long.”
Abe came up behind me. He pulled my ass toward him and nuzzled my neck. “Seriously, what am I to do with you?”
“I’m sure you don’t need suggestions, or do you?”
Abe pressed two fingers against my mouth. I sucked them in and promptly forgot about the cold.
“You have such a bratty little mouth on you. Maybe I should keep my fingers right in there to keep you quiet.”
He groped my ass with his other hand, and I moaned. He chuckled close to my ear. “Fuck, baby. Will you always be this eager for me? Even after I’ve had you a hundred times?”
“Yes. I’ll always be horny for you.”
He withdrew his fingers and moved back, creating too much space between us. I whined in protest and gasped when his hand smacked the fleshy part of my ass cheek hard. Fuck. I sprang an instant boner.
“That’s what you wanted. Wasn’t it?”
“Yes, Abe.”
He twined his left hand in my hair and pulled back. “Call me Coach.”
My nostrils flared. “Yes, Coach.”
“Good boy.”
He smacked my ass again, and I tried to hold back the cry.
“Nobody’s here but us. Let me hear you.”
“Okay, Coach, but maybe we shouldn’t—”
Two more sharp slaps left my ass cheeks burning. I welcomed the cold to cool them off.
Abe clamped his hand onto my hip and yanked my waist back into his body. He had to crouch his stance for his pelvis to rock against my ass. I moaned and grabbed onto the hand still holding me by the hair. He loosened his grip.
“No, no, don’t,” I whispered. “I like it. I like it so fucking much.”
“How will I know if I’m hurting you or if you want me to stop for real?”
“I’ll tell you red,” I rasped. “Don’t stop for anything, no matter what I do or say unless you hear red.”
He inhaled deeply and fisted my hair again. He rutted against my stinging ass, his thick cock still behind his sweatpants, teasing me. The front of my panties was wet from precum, from the way he ground against me fully clothed.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Keep moving your hips like that, baby.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d been grinding back into his groin, my hips circling his cock, begging him to take me.
“Oh yeah,” Abe hissed. “Look how perfect your little ass is, Emmy. I’m going to fuck you right there in the back seat of your car.”
“Please, Coach. I want it so much.”
He tightened his grip on my hips, then released me. “Get inside.”
I crawled onto the back seat on my hands and knees. With the front seats pushed forward, we had a lot more space to move around. I lay on my back, and Abe came down on top of me, his weight pressing me into the seat.
“Fuck, it’s been years since I’ve had to do this,” he said.
“Fuck in the back seat of a car?”
“Yeah. You have a dirty mouth. Did you know that? I always knew it was going to get you into a lot of trouble.”
“Is it now?”
“Can’t you sense it coming?”
He bowed his head and kissed me. I clutched his hoodie and shoved at it. Even in the roomier back seat, we struggled to get his clothes off. We might have done it quicker had we stopped kissing, but it seemed he’d grown addicted to my tongue, and I wasn’t about to tell him he might be better off in the long run if he suffered through the withdrawal.
When Abe’s shirt came off, I ran my hands over his muscled chest. “Mine,” I mumbled.
“So are you.” He kissed my neck. “So mine. I tried. Fuck knows I tried to keep my hands off you, Emmy, but you pushed, and you slipped through the cracks. Now how am I supposed to live without you, hmm?”
“Never. Never live without me, Abe.”
“I won’t. I promise I won’t. There’s no life without you in it, baby.”
“Oh, Abe.”
I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him again, licking into his mouth and then sucking on his tongue. He pushed my right leg off the seat and cupped my cock through my underwear.
“I never dreamed I’d touch another man like this before you.”
“And you won’t touch any other. Will you?” I bit his bottom lip.
“How can I? I can’t stop thinking about you.”
I’d been with men before who used flattery to get me on my knees or my back, but I sensed the sincerity in Abe’s words.
Sitting back, he rolled on the condom and slicked the lube down his length.
“Get your panties off. Your shirt too. I want to see you in just your bra when I’m inside you.”
I wiggled out of my panties and threw them on top of his head. Abe snatched them off and closed his eyes as he sniffed them. “They’re wet.”
“That’s how much I want you. You make me wet, like a horny slut.”
“That mouth of yours, Emery.” As he kissed me, he slipped his fingers between my ass cheeks and probed my hole.
“Harder. Finger me harder.”
“God, you’re insatiable. I love how desperate you get for it. For me.”
“Then don’t make me suffer, Abe. Fuck me already. Ain’t nobody around to hear me scream while you wreck my hole.”
“Jesus, Emery.”
I groaned. “What? I’m always having to restrain myself so we don’t get caught. I don’t have to do that now.”
He removed his fingers and rubbed the head of his cock over my hole, teasing me.
“This where you want it?”
“Yes. Don’t tease me, please.”
“I won’t, but you put it where you want it.”
I brushed his hand aside, palmed his cock, and stroked him up and down, then guided the head of his cock to my hole. “Today I fucked up so many times on my flips because every time you blew that damn whistle, I got hard.”
“You want to blow my whistle, baby?”
“Oh god, yes.” He slid inside me, and I gripped his hip, pulling him as deep as he could go. “Move, Abe.”
“I’ll have pity on you.”
He wasn’t fooling me. Tremors ran through him. He was just as desperate for this as I was. The confined space only made us even more eager. Abe spread out on top of me, reaching one hand under my ass to hold me still. I couldn’t move. Pinned under him, I could only take it all and dispel the energy he pumped into my body with loud, unfettered cries.
They seemed to turn him on even more. I shouted every time he forced through my tight walls and fed me what he could of his cock while we were in this position.
“Fuck, Emery,” he grunted. “It’s not enough. Come here.”
He pulled out, climbed out of the car, and helped me to my knees with my back facing him. I scooted down to the edge of the seat and slipped a hand between my legs to stroke my cock. Abe planted twin kisses on each of my cheeks, then filled me up again. He swore and ran his hands up my back and down to spread my cheeks. Over and over, he pumped his hips, the tempo picking up with each thrust. He caught my hips to prevent me from moving and smacked his pelvis so hard into my ass I cried out from the pleasure-pain.
“Yes, yes,” I chanted. He pegged my prostate so good. “Right there, Abe. Fuck me right there.”
I spat in my hand and fisted my cock, stroking myself harder and faster. Bracing a hand on the seat, I closed my eyes and gasped. “Fuck. Oh fuck, Abe. Abe!” His name rang out over the empty land. I clenched my hand into a tight fist as a wave washed over me and filled me with warmth. My body trembled under the force of it.
Behind me, Abe grunted and stilled. Not for the first time, I wished he would fuck me without a condom.
“Holy shit.” Abe pulled out of me and slapped my ass. “Move over, baby. Now my ass is freezing.”
I shuffled along the seat to the other end, and Abe slammed the door shut after him.
He grabbed the bottle of water, uncapped it, and handed it to me.
“Thanks.”
I drank slowly while he wiggled and squirmed to put back on his sweatpants. One foot in, he swore, and I giggled.
“I don’t recall them being this hard to take off.”
“How would you know? You were too distracted, but look at us. We didn’t break anything.”
He grunted. “Don’t speak too early. I might have slipped a disk.”
“You didn’t.”
“I’m just joking, but as amazing as it was, car sex might be out of the question unless we get a truck and do it in the bed.”
“I’m down for that.”
He shook his head and took the bottle of water from me. “You’re down for anything.”
“With you, I am.”
He kissed me softly and handed me back the bottle. He wrestled his other leg into the sweatpants and settled them up to his waist, then adjusted the heat.
“Aren’t you getting dressed?” He smiled at me in amusement.
“I’m too comfortable.”
Abe picked up my legs and placed them in his lap. “Are you okay?” He snagged his hoodie from the back of the driver’s seat and wrapped it around me.
“I am. Toasty as a baby lamb. You take such good care of me.” I smiled at him lazily.
“So silly.” He caressed my legs. “Emery.”
“Hmm?”
“You never talk about your mom.”
“Because there’s nothing to talk about.”
“Nothing at all?”
“She left me when I was a kid. She doesn’t deserve me talking or thinking about her.”
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“It was a long time ago.” I sighed. “Mandy’s lucky to have you.”
“You have me now too.”
I smiled lazily. “Speaking of Mandy, she’s probably pissed at me.”
“Why?”
“She kept going on and on about the divorce, and I might have snapped at her that you’re allowed to be happy and for her to lay off you a little.”
“What’d she say?”
I shrugged. “I got out of there before she could respond.”
“Are you worried about what she’ll say when she finds out?”
“Aren’t you? She’s the only genuine friend I’ve ever had. I’d rather not lose her.”
“She’s a smart girl and emotionally intelligent. I’m sure even if things are rocky at first, she’ll forgive us and be happy for us.”
“I want to believe that so much.”
He tugged me into his arms. “Regardless of what happens, it’s always going to be you and me.”
“That sounds good. You know you shouldn’t tell me these things if you don’t mean forever with me?”
“Good to know. I’ll keep saying them, then.” He kissed my hair. “Have you thought about what you want to do after you graduate?”
“Besides you, you mean?”
Abe sighed. “I’m serious, you minx. I’ll help you get into college if that’s what you want.”
I swallowed. “Actually, what I really want to do…” I bit my bottom lip. I’d never shared this dream with anyone.
“Is what? Come on. You can tell me anything.”
“I think I’d be good at interior design.” I bowed my head and plucked at his hoodie around me. “Maybe. Who knows? It was just a thought.”
Abe hooked his finger under my chin and pulled my head up. “Say it again and with more confidence this time.”
“I think I’d be good at interior design?”
“Not good enough. Again.”
I exhaled slowly. “I’d be fantastic as an interior designer.”
“There you go. What would you need to do to become one?”
I stared at Abe. Was he being serious right now? No one had ever listened to me talk about my goals and dreams before, and I’d never volunteered the information. The one time Dad had asked me what I wanted to do, and I’d told him, he’d laughed at me.
“Emmy, I’m serious.”
Too choked up to speak, I buried my face into his chest and let the tears fall. He was too good to be true, wasn’t he?
