Chapter 1
Mia’s POV
I shoved my pant into my mouth, biting down hard to muffle the sounds. My body writhed against the sheets, my legs spread wide as my fingers slid through my soaked slit. Every stroke only made the wet noises louder, and I bit the pant harder, imagining it was his hand covering my mouth. Coach Ethan’s hand.
God, if only it was his c**k stretching me open instead of my clumsy fingers. I pictured him, towering over me in that fitted tracksuit, sweat glistening on his chest as he growled at me for being such a bad little player. I pumped my fingers faster, curling them inside, pretending he was spearing me with his thick length.
“Coach…” I whispered into the fabric, voice muffled and filthy, my hips bucking up to meet the thrust of my own hand. In my head, he was b
