Breakaway: A Coach’s Daughter College Sports Romance (Beyond the Play)
Breakaway: Chapter 43

“FUCKING HELL, BABY.” I fist my cock, giving it a slow stroke. Even over the phone, Penny’s sweet little moans are driving me wild. I’m about to burst with need. “Tell me how many fingers you’ve got stuffed up that pretty pussy.”

“Three,” she says with a little gasp. “It’s not enough.”

There’s actual pain in her voice, like she’s beyond frustrated. I wish I could see her face, but she’s skittish about sex over video, so we’ve been doing our catching up over the break via phone calls. I close my eyes, imagining her spread legs, her thin fingers shoved right up her tight cunt, aching for more. For a toy to fill her up, or even me, when we get to that number on her list. “Put your pinky in.”

Her moan lets me know she did it, but she reports back to me breathlessly.

“Good girl,” I praise her. “One day I’m going to fill up your cunt so perfectly, Red, I promise you’ll feel it everywhere. Touch your clit for me.”

She surprises me with laughter that shoots straight to my cock. “I can’t get it like I want.”

“Too bad, baby, because that’s what you’re getting right now. Come for me and I’ll consider letting you use a toy.”

“Letting me?” she teases. Her voice is high and breathy, but the challenge in it comes through loud and clear. “I could turn one on right now and you couldn’t do a thing.”

“Maybe not now,” I agree, “but you know what I do to brats who don’t listen.”

“I don’t know,” she says. I can imagine her smirk. “Maybe I need you to remind me.”

I still my hand, squeezing the base of my cock to keep from shooting my load too soon. I want to drag this out as long as possible; hear her have a few orgasms before I surrender to my own.

“Oh yeah?” I say. “You want it spelled out?”

“I need it,” she whines.

Fucking hell, this girl is going to be the death of me. If we were in the same place right now, I’d be kissing her until I stole all the breath from her lungs.

“First, I’d take your clothes off,” I say. My voice is rough now, low in volume, my eyes shut as I talk into the phone. I’m hiding away in my room; it’s Christmas morning and we already did family presents, so no one should come looking unless they’re trying to be obnoxious. James and Sebastian have teased me about my new girlfriend six ways to Sunday, but they know I need the catch-up time with my girl. I lick my lips, imagining pulling off Penny’s clothes piece by piece, getting to see her beautiful body. Her sweet little tits, her round bottom, the soft stretch of her belly that I adore kissing. All the fucking freckles, the sea of them spread out over her fair skin. “Piece by fucking piece, so slow you’re begging me to rip them. Then I’d put you over my lap because that’s where brats belong, and just look.”

“W-why?” she stutters.

“Because you’re beautiful.” I give my cock another stroke. The words stick in my throat, emotional without me trying, sweetness tempering the dirty talk. “Squirming in my lap, trying to give yourself relief—I love seeing you needy for me.”

“What next?”

“You know what would be next, sweetheart. My palm, your bottom, and a work of art so fucking gorgeous I couldn’t look away.”

Her ragged breathing sounds like a sob. “Cooper.”

“Yeah, gummy bear. That’s my name. You still touching your clit like I said?”

“Yes.”

“Good fucking girl. Crook your fingers, replace your g-spot. Come for me as quick as you can.” I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock, hissing; it’s oversensitive and leaking pre-come all over my fingers. I won’t push her for a picture, but I wish I could have one. She sobs for real, and my stomach clenches; I nearly climax, but manage to control myself. She sobs again, and I know she’s coming by the way she’s murmuring my name. My needy girl. Even in different parts of the fucking state, I can feel her need radiating like a physical presence.

I swallow back another funny rush of emotion. Even more than seeing her body right now, I want to see her face. Are her blue eyes glossy with tears? Is her brow furrowed? Is she wearing the little butterfly necklace that I like to suck on while my fingers work her deep?

“Use the toy, Pen. Any of them. Give me another.”

“I’m so sensitive.”

“You can do it,” I murmur. I jerk myself faster now, building up a rhythm. Using a toy right after she just came will make her next orgasm quick, and I want to come when I hear those sweet cries in my ear again. “You were asking for something bigger, baby, this is it.”

I hear a rustling sound, and then a buzz as the toy turns on. “I’m using Mark Antony,” she says.

I can’t help my laughter. “Aw, babe, and here I thought you were alone.”

“Shut it,” she says. She gasps like the breath was just punched out of her. I’d bet anything that she just pushed the dildo right into her sopping wet cunt. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Fuck yourself with it.”

“Goddamn angle.” There’s more rustling, and then she says, “Okay, I’m on my hands and knees. It’s easier like this.”

I groan. “Now you’re just torturing me.”

“It’s all the way in,” she whispers. “I can feel it so deep, pulsing into me. But I don’t want the vibrations when I know I can have you. One day, you’ll be so warm and thick inside me, pressing me open. Making me take every inch of you. I won’t even want to use a condom. I’ll go on the pill so you can come inside me bare.”

I turn my head to the side and bite down on my pillow to muffle my cry as I come into my fist. She’s crying out too, no doubt climaxing again herself. I can’t stop imagining the picture she just painted. I’ve never fucked a girl bare, never wanted to risk it, but it’s different with Penny. When we take this step, I want it however she wants it, and if she wants me to spear her on my cock and come deep inside her, then that’s what we’ll do. I’m a goddamn lucky bastard.

“And I’ll watch it drip out of you,” I whisper back. “I’ll eat it out of your soaked pussy and kiss you so you can taste us all mixed up. I’ll be so fucking good to you, Red.”

“I know, babe.” The emotion in her voice makes my heart swell.

We stay on the phone, panting, for a few minutes, and slowly, I feel myself come out of the orgasmic haze. My hand’s a mess, so I grab a tissue from my nightstand and wipe it down. When my heart rate is back where it should be, I sit up against the pillows. “Make sure you go pee.”

“I am now. I’ll be back in a second.”

“There’s my girl.”

In the meantime, I grab the present Penny sent to my house, still wrapped messily in paper with little ice-skating penguins on it, and take it to my bed. We decided to swap presents on Christmas Day instead of in advance, and I didn’t want to take her away from her dad first thing in the morning, so we planned to do it later in the day, alone. That’s why I hid in my room in the first place; we just got distracted by the phone sex. No regrets there.

When she comes back on the line, I say, “Want to FaceTime while we unwrap each other’s presents?”

“Ooh, yes. Wait, give me a second. I have a surprise for you.”

After a moment, she calls me. When I pick up, she’s sitting on her bed, her hair hanging loose around her shoulders. She is wearing the butterfly necklace, but I only register that for half a second before I get distracted by the hockey sweater she’s wearing.

Mine.

A fucking tsunami of possessiveness rushes through me. I’ve imagined what she’d look like in my sweater, but this is even better; she looks good enough to devour. She looks down at her chest, smiling as she plucks at the laces. “Dad got it for me. Had it wrapped under the tree and everything.”

“Seriously?”

She looks at me. Even through the tiny phone screen, I’m taken away by her smile. “He really loves that we’re together. I can’t believe I was so worried about his reaction.”

“I know I don’t know the whole story, but I’m sure you had a good reason.”

“Yeah, well.” She turns around, showing off the back; my name is stitched above the #24. It’s our home jersey, deep purple with white lettering. It looks incredible on her, but I’m already itchy for the moment we’re back together and I can take it off. This one I won’t rip, even if I’m dying to get a glimpse of her tits. Coach might’ve done it to show his support, but I’m sure when he bought it, he didn’t think about me fantasizing about Penny wearing it as she straddles my lap. “Just so you know, I’m not wearing anything else right now.”

I groan. Even though the orgasm wrung me out, I feel a flicker of heat in my lower belly. “There you go again. Torturing me. On Christmas.”

“I know, I know.” She grins. “It’s just so easy, babe.”

“Penny, it looks like a kindergartener wrapped this present.”

“I was going to say, did you have this professionally done?” She holds up my present to her. The edges are crisp, the red bow still tied to perfection atop the silver wrapping paper.

“I’m just a beast at wrapping presents.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed this about you.”

“I’ve been wrapping my siblings’ presents since I was in middle school.” I shake Penny’s gift, but it doesn’t rattle or anything. The shape would indicate a book, but I can’t remember if I mentioned wanting to read anything specific before we left for break. “It’s my most useless skill.”

“No way, that’s not useless. You’re going to have the best time playing Santa for your kids.”

I snap my head up. Penny is still looking into the camera, but a blush has erupted over her face like wildfire.

“I mean, your eventual kids,” she rambles. “If you even want kids. God, I mean… yeah.”

“Hell yeah, I want kids.” I wet my bottom lip; now I can’t stop thinking about Penny with a little red-haired baby in her arms. I haven’t given much thought to children beyond knowing that one day I’d like to have a family, but that doesn’t mean the fantasy isn’t appealing. I’m not planning on giving up Penny unless I’m physically forced to, so maybe that’s in our future. “Not anytime soon, though.”

“Definitely not. Breeding kink is hot, but being pregnant? Horrifying.”

I snort out a laugh. “Want to open the presents at the same time?”

“Totally.” She unties the bow on hers while I tear at the wrapping paper on mine. “I hope you like it. But if you don’t, I won’t be offended.”

“Same here.” I scrub my hand over my beard, freshly trimmed because Mom insisted upon it for the family Christmas photo. “And if you’ve read it already, tell me and I’ll take you to the bookstore as soon as I get back to Moorbridge. Hell, I’ll take you anyway. Make it a date.”

She smiles as she tears off the rest of the wrapping paper. “I’d like that.” Then she gasps, holding up the book. “Cooper! I love this series!”

“Aw, shit, you’ve read it?”

“No, this is amazing! I’ve never seen this version before.” She flips through the pages. “And it’s signed? With swag? Holy crap.”

She sets the first one aside carefully and picks up the next. When I saw the special edition covers of this fantasy romance series, I figured it would be her thing. She doesn’t like hardcovers, so I was able to get all four books in paperback. When the author heard I was buying them for my girlfriend, she threw in some stickers and a candle that apparently smells like the scent of the love interest, a demon prince guy.

“Cooper, I love special editions.” She hugs the books to her chest, breathing in the smell. “And this series is so fun. I didn’t have paperbacks of it, so it’s perfect! I’m going to reread them all. Maybe it’ll help me get out of my writer’s block with the thing I’m working on.”

I smile. I love hitting the nail on the head with gifts. “Good, I’m glad. I’ll need to read them.”

“I think you’d like it. There’s a whole war in this series, plus lots of magical creatures.” She bounces on the bed. “You haven’t opened yours yet.”

I tear off the rest of the wrapping paper. The lumpiness makes sense when I see she grouped two books with a couple rolls of grip tape for my stick. “Oh, wow.”

“I checked with Dad to make sure the tape was a good brand,” she says. “But I thought it was so cool.”

The tape is red, with the Targaryen House seal printed on it in black. “This is awesome. Thanks, Red.” I set it aside and look at the books. One is The Simarillion, which I haven’t read yet, and a Brandon Sanderson novel that I have, but not since I was in high school. “And these look awesome. You totally killed it. I needed something new to read, I finished all the books you recommended.”

“That might’ve been the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Clearly I need to up my game,” I say dryly.

She curls against her pillows, balancing the phone so I’m seeing only half of her face. “Tell me how Christmas has been for you. Did you win the Monopoly game?”

I scowl. “Sebastian cheated. I don’t know how yet, but when I do, he’s a dead man.”

As if I summoned him, there’s a knock on my door. “Bro,” Seb says, “we’re starting Christmas Vacation. I thought you wouldn’t want to miss it.”

“Ooh, I love that one,” says Penny. “Young Chevy Chase could get it.”

“I’m going to ignore that,” I say. “Come in, dude. Say hi to Penny.”

Sebastian walks inside. He’s still in his pajamas—Mom got us all matching Christmas pajamas and insisted upon taking the portrait in front of the tree in the den, which Bex was only too happy to facilitate—and his hair looks messy, like he just woke up from a nap. He yawns, scratching at his shirt. “All finished doing the nasty?”

“We were opening our Christmas presents, asshole.”

“After a long-distance hookup, I’m sure.” He flops onto my bed, waving at Penny. “Hey, Pen. That jersey looks good on you.”

“It’s a sweater,” I mutter.

“Thanks,” she says, waving back. “Cooper thinks you cheated at Monopoly.”

He raises an eyebrow. “If anyone cheated, it was Bex.”

My mouth drops open. “No way.”

“James and Bex totally teamed up to sabotage us.”

“What? James doesn’t accept alliances when it comes to games.”

“She has him wrapped around her finger.” Sebastian shakes his head. “And now you. When Izzy gets a boyfriend, I’ll be toast.”

“Aw, someone will be able to stand looking at your ugly mug eventually.”

Seb flips me the bird, yawning again. “Jesus, I’m hungover. The second bottle of Bailey’s was a bad idea. Izzy’s still tuckered out on the couch.”

“She’ll perk up once the movie starts.” I stifle a yawn. I’m not all that hungover, but I could use a nap at some point. “I’ll be down in a few.”

“Sounds good. Merry Christmas, Penny.”

“Merry Christmas, Seb. Tell Izzy I said hi.”

When he’s gone, I turn back to my phone. “What have you got planned for the rest of the day? Want to watch Christmas Vacation with us? We can text each other reactions. I cry every time he’s in the attic watching the home movies and I’m not ashamed to admit it.”

Her smile widens. “That sounds perfect. Let me just grab some hot chocolate and see if Dad wants to watch it too.”