Page 8 of The Groupie

“Baby, before this night is over, you won’t even know you have an ankle.” I bend my head and whisper in her ear as I wrap my arms around her, helping her to a stand. My hands glide over her curves, and the firmness surprises me in the best way possible. “Jesus, you’re in some kind of shape.” I breathe the words into her mouth, my blood pumping hard as I focus on her plump lips.

When I capture her bottom lip between my teeth, the salty-sweet taste and the cushiony give of her flesh drive me and my dick to the next level of need. “Baby,” I moan and then take her mouth in a kiss like I need her to live. She’s breathless, and even through the pounding of blood in my ears, I hear her desperation. Despite the fuzziness of my dick-controlled brain, I’m conscious of her hands clamping down on the muscles of my back and her hips pushing into my thighs.

But it’s the sound of her moan into my mouth as she nibbles and devours me like a woman deprived too long that destroys me. My brain stops, and I lift her off her feet, sweeping her into my arms and stomping down the hall to the last door. Banging it open with one foot, I carry her into my bedroom and slam the door behind us with the other foot.

The look in her eyes stutters my heart because she looks like an animal hungrier than I am, and that’s fucking impossible. Her hair brushes against my cheek, soft and smelling sweet and exotic and fucking irresistible. I swear her scent alone makes my cock twitch.

“You’re as strong as you look.” Her breathy words make my head buzz. She runs a hand through my hair, giving me chills while I bring her to the bed. I stare at her glazed eyes and then her lips. They look like they’ve been bitten because they have, and I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.

“Stronger.” My voice quivers, and my eyes don’t leave hers as I lower her. “Do you want to undress yourself, or do you want me to do it?” My heart races, but I pause a beat to watch her reaction.

If I was worried about her having second thoughts, I didn’t need to. Her eyes go dark, and one corner of her mouth lifts in a tiny curve, the kind that almost makes my knees buckle with need. I hold back a growl. A fucking growl.

Instead, I heave a deep breath. “I have to warn you, if I undress you, your clothes may be shredded.”

“You first. Let me watch you strip. I want to see if all your muscles are as big and strong as your arms.”

I stop and flex my arms automatically as if they appreciate the compliment. I’m not sure if waiting another second to see her naked is punishment or enhanced reward—either way, every second that goes by until I’m inside her is pure exquisite torture. My cock throbs like fuck, and I don’t think it’s ever been this hard or big. But that could be the confines of my jeans, forcing it to push its will.

I grit my teeth.

“Anything you say, Buttercup. I’m all yours.” I pull my shirt over my head, groaning as I realize I mean those words. She can make me do anything right now just so I can get a whiff of her pussy, a taste. If it’s half as good as the scent of her hair or the taste of her mouth, I swear I’ll explode like never before once I get inside her.

She sits up and reaches out to touch my pecs. “You make the statue of David look like kindergarten art. Look at those fucking muscles ripple.”

Her words douse me with more encouragement than I need as I watch her. She turns me on like a faucet. I swear I feel like a teenager, like I haven’t felt in ten years.

“Jesus, Buttercup.” I grind out the words as she caresses me, pinching my nipples and running her hands down my abs to the fly of my jeans. I’m about to tell her to take it slow, to push her back down to the mattress, but she flicks my button open, pulls down the zipper, and frees my cock from my pants and boxers in a quick and sure move that has me seeing spots.

“Fuck.” The rasp of my voice disturbs the air, unsettling it and overpowering the room, leaving no doubt of the state I’m in.

She chuckles softly and rises to her knees in front of me, moving close so I have no choice but to hold her, to run my hands up her ribs to the luscious mounds of her breasts. I literally drool. Then she moans and leans into me, and when I think I have control back, she pushes my jeans down and takes my cock in her two hands. It jumps, and I reflexively squeeze her breasts.

She moans louder.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“That’s too bad,” she whispers. “I like it. Don’t think you need to be gentle with me. I’m not fragile.”

“Good to know.” She tightens her hands around my cock, stroking me up and down, and I jerk, grabbing her hand and pulling it off me. “Not so fast, babe.” My voice is dense with the effort to hold back my raging need.

She smirks, and I push her back to the bed, rolling until she’s under me. “I need something from you first.”

“What’s that big boy?” Her sexy whisper heightens my already edgy arousal.

“I need to taste you, to drink every ounce of honey in you, to drain you and make you beg for my cock inside you, to make you desperate for me.”

“I’m already starting to feel a little desperate. I love your dirty talk. You have a talent for it.”

I let my hands wander down her body and slip one between her legs. I swipe a finger down the seam of her pussy, and I swear it pulses, enveloping me with wet heat. God almighty. I imagine my cock being swallowed by her paradise.

“Fuck. You are so ready.” I don’t wait another second before kissing my way down her body, fast and hard, the need in me building to lick her pussy, to have her in my mouth and feel her writhe in my arms.

My hand shakes as it slides over her hips, and down her thighs. They’re tight and solid, and as I lower myself between her legs, I slip my arms under each thigh and lift them over my shoulders.

“Your legs are amazing, babe, so firm and strong and perfect.” I stop to study her face, and she’s watching me, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded with those sexy thick eyelashes, and my heart bobbles in my chest at the sight. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than you right now.”

“I could say the same.” She reaches a hand out to touch my face, scraping across my stubbled jaw. She slips a finger in my mouth, and I suck it, tasting her. She pulls it out, and I lean forward, pushing her back down as I lower my face to her pussy, inhaling deeply, the scent of her arousal making my mouth water.