Page 11 of The Groupie

“How do you know that? Who are you?”

She laughs. “I’m a connoisseur of the male body.”

“Is that right?” Something about that statement hits me the wrong way, smacking me right in the dick and making me edgy. How many male bodies would it take to be a connoisseur?

“I’m not a person for rules, Buttercup. But if I had one, it would be that a woman is never allowed to mention other men, even in a general, vague reference, when she’s in bed with me.” Am I actually feeling jealous? Did I expect she was a virgin, or am I being an ass?

Her hand shoots to my face, cupping my cheek. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were the sensitive type.” Her eyes are dark, the blue barely showing beneath those lush lashes, but I see the hint of a tease. I deserve that. Like everything about her seems to do, her teasing me turns me on, raising my temperature and sending the blood rushing to my cock yet again.

“Are you testing my stamina?” I ask, my voice deepening.

The pleased look on her face, like I’ve awarded her the grand prize, shoots me back into the zone of need.

I press my body into hers, closing the gap between our mouths, and my cock presses into her belly as I take her mouth and suck it into mine then nibble, small light bites, to taste her, to feel the give in her flesh, to absorb all her sexy bodily fluids and mix them with mine, to be with her so closely and so intimately that nothing is left to wonder. In this moment, she’ll know that she fully belongs to me, and I belong to her.

She moans. “Zak... You make me feel so good, so wanted, and so vulnerable. I don’t know how you do it.”

I move my mouth to her ear and suck on her earlobe, watching her shiver, and feeling a jolt of fire. Then I whisper, words tumbling straight from my gut, “I own you, and you own me. For the time we’re together, we’re completely together. I throw myself into you with total abandon; everything I have is spent in our love-making. Nothing is left when we’re done.”

“I can’t help myself,” she says. “I don’t want to, but I need to give you everything right now. All of me in this moment. You have me.”

“That’s right, Buttercup. That’s the only way, the best way.”

“Come inside me. I need you.”

A tense jolt stiffens all my muscles. I lift myself and stare into those glazed, heart-stopping eyes. All at once, my heart thunders with urgency.

“Let me get a—” With a shaky hand, I reach for my nightstand drawer for a foil pack, but she grabs my wrist and stops me.

“No. I want you bare.”

What?I stare at her. I couldn’t have heard her right. She caresses my face, running her fingers down my jawline. Her touch calms me and, at the same time, raises my body temperature to the red zone.

“It’s okay. I have an IUD.”

I freeze. There’s no mistaking her meaning, and her words send a thrill of lust combined with fear down my spine. My cock stiffens to granite.

“You trust me?”

She nods her head.

Can I trust her?

“I’ve never had bare sex.” I feel like I’m confessing my virginity.

A slow sexy smile splits her face. “Let me be the one. You’re so perfect and so big, and I need to feel alive tonight.”

I have no idea what that’s all about except that I feel the desperation of her need. And for myself, I feel the edge of being more alive than I have in—I don’t know how long. A take the world by storm and go for it surge fills me, and I want—no need—to be inside her bare like I need to breathe.

“I trust you.” I don’t know why or how, but I know she wouldn’t lie about something important.

I swear I feel it. My instincts tell me she’s a decent, honest, and giving person. And she’s mine tonight, for just this one night, to blow up everything I thought I knew about living life to its fullest and feeling every single one of my cells teaming with vitality.

Live for today because tomorrow may never come. The words would be a meaningless cliché, except they’re the ironic words from my best friend Bill’s suicide note, and they come to mind now, making me fumble as I move between her legs. Fuck.

“Everything okay?”

I stare at her face, at the dark fringe of her eyelashes contrasting with those bright blue eyes, at the genuine concern in those eyes, and her dark hair spread around her head on the pillow. My cock pulses, pushing every other thought from my head except her. I’m consumed by her and my need to have her skin-to-skin everywhere.