Chapter Twenty-Three Stay With Me
ZANDER
Rylee is sound asleep on top of me, snoring softly with her cheek pressed to my chest. We’re stretched out on the couch and have been having a Marvel movie marathon. It’s nearly midnight. She made it past The Avengers but conked out before Thanos made his appearance during the credits.
Not that I mind. I like watching her sleep. She looks so peaceful, and the fact that she’s so relaxed around me makes my stomach flutter in a very manly way - butterflies, sure, but big, buff butterflies.
Who am I kidding? This girl has me all gooey on the inside. As excited as a teenage boy with his first girlfriend. This feels so perfect. So right. I think… yeah, I really do think she may be it for me. Rylee is the girl I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
Which is genuinely crazy, given that a few days ago we were going at each other’s throats in most of our interactions. This is the girl I connected with on Cloak - smart, sweet, funny. To think I might never have known this side of her if it weren’t for that app…
My phone suddenly dings and I reach to grab it from where it’s sitting on the arm of the couch, careful not to disturb Rylee. I assume it’s just a text, but I tense when I see it’s actually a notification from Cloak. Some new girl has pinged me.
Fuck… I nearly forgot about that. If Rylee ever finds out that I’m GlideControlZ, this whole thing could blow up in my face, especially after I promised not to keep any more secrets from her.
I need to tell her, but I’m afraid of ruining this just when she’s decided to give me a chance.
Whatever fuck she was with before me really messed her up and made her cautious.
If I tell her now, she might walk away without a second thought.
I can’t let that happen. I’ll tell her, I will, but I’ll wait for now. Make sure she knows how crazy I am about her first.
Putting my phone aside, I grab the remote and turn the TV off, then gently adjust Rylee so I can sit up.
Cradling her in my arms, I stand up and start to carry her out of the living room and down the hall to the bedroom.
When I walk inside, I find Gizmo curled up on the end of the bed.
He looks up at us and I swear to God, it looks like he’s scowling at me.
“Don’t judge me,” I grumble, glaring at him, as if he knows my secret. He meows and jumps down from the bed, strolling away as I set Rylee down on it. She stirs the moment I slip my arms out from under her and blinks open her eyes, gazing up at me sleepily.
“What are you doing?” she murmurs.
“Putting you to bed.” I grin, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.
She grabs my hand and pulls me to her. “Stay with me. Sleep in the bed.”
I try not to let it be too obvious just how eager I am to take her up on her offer.
“Sure,” I chuckle. “If that’s what you want.”
“Duh.” She wraps her other hand around the back of my head and pulls me down into a hungry kiss. She swipes her tongue along my lips and I open them for her. After several moments, she pulls back and holds my gaze. “Why don’t you put that mouth to good use, hmmm?”
I chuckle. Fuck, it’s hot how confident she is and how she knows what she wants. It’s clear she likes to be in control in all aspects of her life, and honestly, I’m more than willing to give it to her.
It’s kind of a natural state for me to give up control.
My sisters always told me what to do growing up, and on the ice, I run the plays I’m told to and do the job expected of me.
There’s something relaxing about not being the one in charge.
I don’t have to guess what Rylee wants if she just tells me flat out.
We’re kind of a match made in heaven, really.
“Ok, Wildcard. Where do you want me?” I ask.
Her lips curl into a hungry smile. “I want your head between my legs and your tongue on my pussy. I want you to make me come on your face.”
And just like that, my dick is hard.
“Yes, ma’am.” I stand up and pull my shirt off before climbing up on the bed and settling between her legs.
She watches me as she lounges against the pillows like a queen and I slowly pull her little shorts and panties down her legs.
Holding her gaze, I lower my head to her pussy.
When I swipe my tongue along her hot folds, she lets out a gasp and runs a hand through my hair.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Just like that.”
She gently tugs my hair to direct me where she wants me and I lick and kiss her like a starving man presented a feast. She’s soaking wet and her taste is sweet like honey. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. Dragging my tongue up to her clit, I wrap my lips around the little bud and suck.
“Fuck!” she cries out. “That feels so good! Put a finger inside me. Now.”
I obey without hesitation, slipping one finger in her tight entrance as I continue to lavish her clit with attention. She writhes against me, gripping my hair tighter and undulating her hips against my face.
This is so fucking hot. My cock is throbbing with need, straining against my sweatpants. Slipping my hand down past my waistband I wrap my fingers around my shaft and start to stroke myself. The pulse of pleasure that rushes through me makes me moan, which causes Rylee to whimper.
“You’re going to make me come,” she moans. “Don’t you dare stop!”
The world could be ending around us, and I wouldn’t stop eating her sweet pussy. I pump and twist my finger harder and faster as I continue sucking her clit, and within seconds, her body is seizing and she’s digging her nails into my scalp.
“Oh, my God!” she cries out, locking her thighs around my head. “Yes, Zander! Yes!”
My cock aches, but I pull my hand away from it. I don’t want to come like that. I want to be inside her… no, need to be inside her.
When she loosens her hold on my head, I sit up and smirk down at her.
“Now what?” I ask, my voice rough.
She pounces on me, pushing me onto my back.
“Now I’m going to ride you like a goddamn mechanical bull,” she growls, straddling my hips.
“No objection here,” I tell her.
She lifts her shirt off, revealing her bare, perky tits. Her nipples are hard and practically begging to be sucked, but she’s the one in charge so I lay back and let her take the wheel.
Rylee pushes my sweatpants down, freeing my cock as she bites her lip.I can’t look away from the look in her stunning green eyes.
“I’m on the pill, so… ”
“Oh, fuck, Wildcard. Take me bare. I’m clean. There’s been no one since you in Miami.”
“Zander.” She whispers my name like a prayer as her lips part on an exhale, “There’s been no one else for me either.”
Grabbing it at the base, she raises herself up and maintains eye-contact with me as she lowers herself onto my shaft.
“Shit,” I groan, letting my head drop back onto the mattress. “You’re so damn tight.”
She chuckles. “Eyes on me, Kodiak. I don’t want you to miss the show.”
Lifting my head, I watch as she begins to move. Her hands brace against my chest and her hips whip back and forth and, holy shit, if I don’t focus, I’m going to bust before I get her off again. I can’t let that happen because I’m determined to be the best fuck she’s ever had.
As she continues to ride me, I press my thumb against her clit and rub it hard. Rylee goes crazy, moving faster over me, throwing her head back and moaning in pleasure as her tits bounce and her hair falls behind her in golden waves. She’s so beautiful. So perfect.
So mine.
How could I have ever thought she was anything else? That she was annoying or a pain in my ass? I mean, she is a pain in the ass, but she’s made me a masochist — because I like it.
“Zander, I’m going to come again!” she exclaims.
I rub her clit harder, faster, needing to get her there. She digs her nails into my chest, and a few moments later, her pussy is clenching me so hard it’s almost painful. Her orgasm rips through her and the sight of her falling apart sends me over the edge too.
“Fuck!” I shout. “Rylee!”
I thrust my hips up into her and stars explode in my vision. It’s like I’m having an out-of-body experience, and am watching us from somewhere above. Like I’m coming so hard, my spirit has slipped right out of me.
When I come back to myself, Rylee is still shuddering above me. She collapses onto my chest, warm and soft and satiated.
“Holy shit,” she breathes. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of that. No man has ever made me orgasm before, you know.”
“Wait, for real?”
She nods. “Yeah, for real.”
Why does that make me feel like a fucking champion?
“Don’t you worry, I’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.” I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to be apart from her ever again.
There’s no uncertainty left in me. This girl is my endgame.
And I’m going to do whatever I have to in order to keep her.
Morning comes too soon. Rylee is cuddled up against me in the bed, and I stare down at her with a little bit of awe. This feels like a fucking dream, waking up to this woman naked and curled into my side.
I don’t want to get up. I don’t want to leave her, but I have to get to the gym before practice. What if I just blew everything off today and stayed in bed with her?
Ugh, so tempting, but just the thought of the ass chewing I would get from Coach is enough motivation to get me up and moving.
Slowly, carefully, I untangle myself from Rylee’s arms and climb out of bed.
“Where are you going?” she mumbles, reaching for me.
Grinning, I lean over her and kiss her forehead. “Gotta get ready for my workout. Then practice. You go back to sleep.”
“Okay.” She stretches her arms over her head, and gazes up at me with soft eyes. “I have plans with the girls tonight, but I’ll probably see you before that.”
“Sounds good.” Lowering my head, I press a soft kiss to her lips. “Have a good day.”
“You too.” She brushes her fingers along my cheek before I pull away and head out of the bedroom. If I don’t get away from her now, I don’t think I’ll be able to resist crawling back in beside her, Coach’s ass-chewing be damned!
I get dressed and ready for the gym and head out.
As I step out of the building into the cool morning air, I can’t help the smile on my face.
I finally have what I’ve always wanted - this is what a real relationship feels like.
Reluctant to leave her in the morning, and can’t wait to get back to her in the evening.
Fuck, this feels good.