Page 80 of The Groupie

Zak

Iopen my door and see Rylee standing there on crutches as if my most impossible wish has been suddenly granted by some force of the universe. Before my heart beats again, I sweep her inside.

Crushing her to me, embracing her crutches and all, I kiss her hair, her temples, her face and finally her lips, tasting salty tears and I don’t know if they hers or mine, but it doesn’t matter. Emotions of every kid overwhelm me.

“Rylee. You’re here. I wanted to see you so much, to touch you, to be with you after that fall—” I push back from her and glace down at her ankle. “How is it?” I hold my breath for her answer because it has to be a crushing disappointment.

“Don’t stop kissing me and I’ll be fine. I won a medal, Zak. Aren’t you going to congratulate me?”

I laugh and lift her, letting her backpack and crutches clatter to the floor.

On the way to the bedroom, I stop in the kitchen and grab an icepack from the freezer as he carry her in my arms. She laughs and cries and I don’t have to ask what the tears are all about. I feel the emotion coming from her and mirroring my own.

I lay her down on my bed and after I slide her pants off, taking time to kiss each inch of exposed skin on the way down as she sighs and giggles, her tears stopped, I place the icepack over her ace-bandaged ankle.

“What now, big boy? That icepack is pretty cold. You going to keep me warm?”

I stand at the side of the bed gazing down at her, her arms open in invitation and my knees almost collapse with the sheer disbelief, the joy and the rush of blood heading from everywhere in my body to my starving cock.

“Don’t you think we should talk first?” I know we need to talk, but she can talk me out of that being what we do first and I watch her eyes, losing myself in the breathtaking depths. They still have the same effect on me they’ve had since the first time I saw her.

“Make love to me, Zak.” Her voice is an intense whisper and sends a rush through me, my heart welling and pumping madly. “Let’s make love like it’s the first time.”

I don’t have to ask what she means because it’ll be the first time we acknowledge fully to ourselves and each other that it’s lovemaking and so much more than fucking for fun. Not that it won’t be fucking fun. A smile splits my face automatically.

“Whatever you want, Buttercup.” I strip off my clothes before I climb in bed with her and proceed to take off the rest of her clothes.

“Should I be worried about all your bruises?” she whispers, feathering her hand over my shoulder. I feel nothing but a shiver of excitement and shake my head.

Her panties are last and I eye them. “My bruises are fine. You’re the miracle cure for whatever was bothering me.” I put my tongue in my cheek and nuzzle her neck, nibbling on her earlobe like it’s my appetizer. “Only thing is I’m starving and there’s only one meal that will cure that.”

She draws in a big breath. “You’re a greedy and needy s.o.b., aren’t you?”

“You have only yourself to blame,” I say as I kiss her face, linger on her soft warm mouth and then move on down the column of her neck before I get distracted. Because I could spend hours, days, kissing her succulent mouth, getting lost in the intimacy of it, the connection those kisses conceive sucking me in.

Instead I move onto her inviting breasts, sucking each nipple into my mouth by turns, flicking my tongue, tasting the rosy flesh and nibbling at the irresistible pebble as she becomes aroused, her moans driving me deeper and wilder.

“You created the monster,” I say, lifting my head to glance again a her because I can never get enough of the sight of her, especially when she’s aroused and panting, her amazing eyes glazed with need.

She slips her hand down over my abdomen as I suck in and she grips my raging hard cock, forcing me to let out a groan.

“You’re right. It is a monster.” She squeezes and I see stars.

“Fuck that feels good. Too good.” I bite out the words, barely gathering my control so I don’t lose it in the next five seconds.

“Then how about if I cure you of your problem?” She asks, breathless. Without waiting for an answer, she lifts herself with one knee, the icepack falling away, and rolls on top of me, centering her hot wet pussy on top of my twitching dick.

“Buttercup, you’re driving me crazy. What about my meal—”

“You can eat later. Right now I need you inside me.” She lifts herself and I help, clamping my hands on her hips as she takes hold of my cock and teases her opening with my head. I don’t know whose groan of pleasure is louder as I bite down on my control, clamping my jaws tight as I slide inside her.

“Fuck you’re so damn ready. Were you thinking about me on the plane ride here?”

She sits up, her hands pressed on my shoulders and her lush dark hair draped around us creating an intimate cocoon as she slides slow, up and down, her breathing hard but regular.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you… oh my fucking god.” She cries out when I press my thumb between us and find her clit. It’s swollen and like a slick marble. The feel of it sends a rush of desire shuddering through me.

She drives her hips down, sending my cock slamming into her back wall and I grind my teeth to hold on. She doesn’t let up, panting for release.