Page 9 of The Groupie

“You’re driving me crazy, Zak. Take me in your mouth—”

I do as she asks, and she sucks in a breath as I lick her and nuzzle her pussy, getting my fill of the aroma and the taste of her juices, oozing from her delicious swollen flesh.

“Oh my god,” I whisper and hold her ass cheeks in my hands, bringing her fully exposed and glistening. I can’t help slowing down to take in her beauty. She squirms and moans. I chuckle and glance up at her. Her face is pink and flushed, and her breasts heave with her labored breathing. She smiles, one side of her mouth lifted higher at a sassy tilt, testing the limits of my already maxed restraint.

Shutting my eyes, I take a deep breath and picture the locker room filled with my teammates, anything to tamp down my rising orgasm. I need her to come all over my tongue, to watch and hear and feel her fall apart under me.

“Zak, I…” Her words are breathless as she pushes her hips up and winds her hands in my hair to press my mouth to her, and I oblige. Opening my mouth wide, I suck on her delicious pussy as the blood rushes in my ears, and she cries out. I flick my tongue over her clit, back and forth and around, as it plumps up like a marble, slick and round and hard and ripe. She pumps her hips and squeezes her thighs as she shouts my name, holding onto me while I suck her exploding clit into my mouth and nip it with my teeth.

She jerks under me, my name a keening song, loud and shrill from deep down inside her. Lapping up every bit of the butter from her cup, I’m dizzy either from lack of air or her heady scent and taste driving me crazy. Licking her as she vibrates with the kind of intensity I’ve never seen, I hold her until the need to see her face moves me.

Loosening the clench of her thighs, I push my way up and take her face in my hands, needing to see those eyes, to see that look of ecstasy and complete surrender. She doesn’t disappoint me, wrapping her arms around me, glowing and spent.

“Oh my God, oh my God.” She whispers the words as I kiss her mouth, cheeks, and temples, then move the strands of hair stuck to her face.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” My voice is low with the reverence I feel, and my heart hammers. This is fucking crazy. I’ve never seen a woman so devastatingly gorgeous and destroyed. I want to hold her until she calms, so I wrap her in my arms. She wraps her arms and legs around me and kisses my face, licks my lips, and murmurs too softly to hear. All I know is that her voice warms me.

We lie wrapped up in each other for a while, and I’m in no rush to untangle myself. My dick is hard but calm, and my heartbeat matches hers. Something about that synchronized rhythm compels me and keeps me in the moment.

She nibbles on my earlobe and takes in a deep shuddering breath.

“That was unbelievably earth-shattering.” She takes my face in her hands. “I mean it. I truly do not believe it.” She smiles, and I chuckle, a shot of warmth zipping through me, waking up my resting dick.

Do I lie and tell her this was nothing? That it’s like this all the time? Because that would be one of the biggest fucking lies of my life.

“Glad you enjoyed yourself. I kind of liked your buttercup, too.”

She grins. “What’s with the buttercup?”

I reach down and cup her pussy. “It’s you. It’s how I think of you. Don’t worry, Buttercup; it’s all good. Fucking good.” Too fucking good. Maybe she’s right—unbelievable.

She laughs. “Whatever you say. I can’t complain about anything right now, can I?”

“That would be bad manners,” I drawl.

“Your turn, now, big boy.” She slips her hand down to my cock. “Let’s see if I can swallow that cock of yours. It’s so tempting and beautiful and… I won’t lie, large.”

“You afraid?” I can’t help teasing her even as her scorching hot words stir my blood, forcing my heart to pump in a wild rage.

“I would be if I weren’t the kind of woman who likes a challenge. But I’m not intimidated.” She tightens her grip and strokes me.

“Rylee…” Her name comes out as a groan, and I can’t remember being so turned on, so primed with anticipation to be in a woman’s mouth, to be inside her, to have her own me. “Sweet fucking…”

In a quick heart-stopping move, she rises and throws a leg over my body, giving me an eyeful of her ass, and goes down fast and hard, sucking half my cock into her mouth at once as she holds onto the base. My hands clench her thighs in a reflexive move, and I grit my teeth hard in an effort to hold onto my control.

“What the fuck.” I grind out the words to distract myself from her hot mouth moving on me, up and down, as her fingers slip under my balls. “You are a fucking miracle.”

I struggle to breathe and gain control, but I do, and I knead her ass, finding her pussy from behind, plump and soaked, ripe for another orgasm. When I stroke her, my fingers finding her clit, she jumps and moans with her mouth full.

The satisfaction ratchets up my arousal, bringing me close to the edge. Then she glides her mouth to my head, her hands clamped on my shaft, and sucks so hard I see stars and feel the dizzying zip of pulses run down my spine and to the base of my cock.

“I’m going to come.” I half groan, half shout the words like I’m warning her about a cataclysmic event because that’s how it feels. Pumping my hips toward her mouth, my hands shake as I fist her hair, and the rush of my cum erupts from me, leaving me blind and dizzy and feeling like I’m living on a knife’s edge—perched perfectly, precariously, and about to fall into the abyss of aftermath. Instead, my body shakes with aftershocks, and I watch my cum spill onto Rylee’s face as agonizing bliss spasms through me again. She welcomes my cum like a bath, spreading it over her skin.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hiss, yanking her up from between my legs and dragging her mouth to meet mine, desperate to taste her, to taste myself on her, to lick her face, to share every intimacy, exchange every bodily fluid possible.

She murmurs and runs her hands through my hair and over my bunched shoulders and back in a constant motion, her words unintelligible, and I hold her while I continue to kiss her in between heaving air in and out of my lungs.

Eventually, our breathing synchronizes to a calm rate, and she shifts, so I loosen my hold.