Page 36 of The Groupie
He gives a deep sigh, then clutches a fistful of my hair and pulls my face to his. With his mouth a whisper away from his, he says, “Everything about you is ridiculous, Buttercup. Ridiculously sexy—”
My chest tries to squeeze the life out of me because I get the feeling he was going to say more. I don’t want to hear it, so I plant my mouth on his, taking in his lips, thrusting my tongue as deep as it’ll go, running it along his teeth, his tongue, and every succulent part of his mouth, savoring his taste and losing myself.
His breathing is ragged when he pulls his mouth from mine, and he tangles himself around me, his hands palming my ass and pressing. Hard.
“Top or bottom, Buttercup?”
I laugh, and a slow smile spreads with the excited tingle in my pussy that’s flooding with heat and anticipation.
“That all you got?” I straddle him then, with my ass facing him and my mouth watering as I lean down to suck his ready cock.
* * *
We spend all day in bed, but half of it is sleeping, and only hunger forces us to leave the bedroom at four in the afternoon.
“I’m going home to have dinner with Mamma before she wonders if you’ve kidnapped me.”
“You told her you were with me?”
“Sure. Who do you think talked me out of standing you up?”
He’s blocking the door of his condo or apartment or whatever it is, dressed in a T-shirt and sweats that make him look even sexier than he is naked. The ripple of his muscles shows plainly as he pulls me close. I’m fully clothed, jacket and all, but I feel his ever-ready cock hard against me all the same.
“When do I see you again?”
“I don’t’ know…” My hesitation is genuine, and my heart races, having nothing to do with the twitch in his damn cock.
“What’s the harm? It’s all over in two weeks, right?”
“One week and five days.”
He laughs, but his eyes aren’t in it.
“When you get back from your road game, give me a call.”
“We’re not leaving until Tuesday.”
“That works. I have something to do tomorrow. I got Mamma Cass a doctor’s appointment, and I want to spend time with her.”
“You’re a good daughter.”
“Foster daughter.”
He shrugs like it doesn’t matter.
