My body has been almost out of control since we left for the doctor’s office. I’ve held back for days since she told me yes. All unholy hell is gonna break loose on her tonight once she has that cast on and I can’t hurt her ankle. By tomorrow morning, she won’t even be able to scoot to the edge of the bed without feeling where I’ve fucked her.

I just stripped her clothes off and she nearly came when I pulled her soaked panties away from her pussy. Seeing her spread out on that bed drives me wild. Her nipples are pebbled hard against her bra and her pussy is glistening with moisture. God, I can’t wait to drive my cock into her.

I climb up my side of the bed and stretch so that I can reach the nightstand. I put some condoms and some other surprises in there while she was sleeping the other night. I pull the drawer open so that its contents are readily accessible but not visible. She cranes her neck to see inside, but can’t. Her eyes glitter with curious lust.

Rolling back to face her, I lay there on my side and just drink her in. She’s beyond gorgeous. I get lost in the depths of those huge green eyes every time I look at her. Her facial bruising is almost healed and she covered the last bit with makeup. She removed her shirt a few moments ago and her breasts are confined only by a turquoise mesh bra that hides nothing. She stretches a finger out and slowly traces my lips.

I brush the hair from her face and splay my hand on the back of her neck, coaxing her to meet me in the middle of the bed. I lean forward and catch one of her nipples with my teeth, sucking on it hard through the mesh fabric, and a moan escapes her lips. She rubs her hands down my abs and edges closer to my briefs waistband, almost tickling. She squeezes and massages my sides, slowly pulling me closer to her inch by inch. Every squeeze causes little jolts of heat to rush to my dick.

I slide my hand down her outer hip and curve in to lightly graze her bare pussy, continuously teasing her with light strokes. She is waxed and wet and pushes closer. I lean forward to kiss her, and my tongue dances with hers. I slide two fingers into her pussy and she shifts her leg so that I can go deeper. She whimpers and groans as I plunge my tongue into her mouth, matching the rhythm of my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

Her hands slide into the back of my briefs and clamp onto my ass, trying to pull me closer to her. Her fingernails are leaving half-moon shapes in my skin. We’re both gasping for air, suffocating on each other’s kisses. She grasps the hem of my briefs and pushes them down. I kick them the rest of the way off and lean over, laving my tongue up her stomach. She quivers and I know that she’s close.

She grasps my dick and shoves her pussy closer to it, stroking it and rubbing her thumb over the tip. She sits up on her knees and pushes on my chest, encouraging me to lie back. She leans down and pulls my earlobe between her teeth, then whispers, “Would you be opposed to a little sixty-nine?”

“Fuck, no,” I blurt out, making her laugh. “Seriously?” I ask. “Well, can I play with your ass, too? I mean, as long as we are discussing what we want here.”

She shrugs her shoulders and says, “Whatever you want to do. Just don’t hurt me or my leg.”

I grab her pillow and place it by my shoulder to cushion her injured leg as she climbs on me. Taking my cock in both hands, she starts to stroke me, long and slow. She slides her tongue down the underside of my dick and when she pulls me into her mouth, I almost come right then. I’ve wanted her for so long.

I reach into the drawer and fumble for the anal plug. God, I love that she said she doesn’t care what I do.

I kiss and pull at her pussy lips and tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, until she lifts up, searching for friction. She’s slick and hot as fuck. I slather some of her own juices onto her anus and slowly push in the plug. She whimpers slightly and tenses, but doesn’t protest. Massaging the skin around it, I slide two fingers into her pussy and push upwards towards the plug. Her moans get louder and she starts to push back against me, fucking my fingers.

I’m trying hard to pleasure her but she wraps her hot mouth around my dick, and when she sucks, my mind goes blank. My body is shuddering, and my balls tighten. I know I’m getting close, but I don’t want her to stop. God, I’ve waited for her so long. The exquisite pressure continues to build inside me. She begins to pant heavily as she gently rocks back and forth pushing herself back into my face.

I thrust my tongue in her pussy and feel her walls begin to convulse. Her legs are shuddering, as I stroke them with my fingertips. Her lack of inhibition is driving me insane. Her hands on my cock become erratic as she tips over the edge. She whimpers my name then comes, her juices dripping down my beard and chin. She tastes sweet; I could eat her all day long.

She rolls off me, carefully maneuvering her leg off the pillow and turns around so that we’re simply lying side by side. Her hand goes back to my dick, softly stroking it. Propping up her cast again with the pillow, I move on top of her as gently as I can, but I can’t wait any longer; I have to be inside her. I slide my hard dick against her thighs until I am nestled between her legs. I put on the condom, and slowly push myself into her. Her eyes are closed and she arches her back, moaning my name as I bury myself in her. She opens her eyes and smiles as I pull back out, then slide in and out of her, picking up speed slowly. She feels so fucking good. She scratches me lightly with her nails up and down my abs and across my chest. The pressure builds in my balls and I’m not going to be able to stop it this time; I don’t want to.

“Faster, Kyle,” she begs. “I need to feel you deeper, and harder…faster.” She spreads her legs farther, opening wider for me. My hands slide under her ass, and lift her up to me, pushing in balls deep, faster and harder. I feel the waves of my own orgasm began to build, and her pussy walls tighten and shudder around my dick as she comes again. She shifts to the left and within seconds, I explode.

I bend forward, tweaking her nipples with my fingers and sucking on her lower lip until she opens for me. She’s fucking gorgeous, with the fresh flush from an orgasm lighting her face. She runs her hands into my hair and massages the back of my head while I kiss her softly.

She groans as I break the kiss and roll off her. We lie there for a moment, just catching our breaths. I can’t even think of moving right now. I’m in a fuck fog. She twines her fingers into mine and squeezes my hand before moving to get up. She grabs her robe from the bed spindle and stands slightly to put it on before hobbling to the bathroom.

I guess that’s my cue to get up. Pulling on my clothes, I head to the kitchen to see what’s available to make for dinner. “Hey, Blaze,” I call out to her. “Do you want me to start dinner?”

“Um, yeah, sure,” she responds opening the bathroom door. The faint sound of crutch tips sliding across the carpet gets louder, and I turn around to find her leaning on the island checking her phone.

“I’m kinda in the mood to grill monster, sloppy cheeseburgers. Is that okay with you?” she asks.

“I don’t know what that is, but it sounds like my kind of dinner. You’re on.” I say.

“They’re massive hamburger patties, with cheese and anything else that you can find to put on them. My mom used to make them when Nick & I were kids. I haven’t had them in a few years, but I’ve been craving them lately.” Her cell phone rings, interrupting whatever else she may have said. It’s her brother calling to invite us out to dinner. She tells him our plans to make these burgers, then hangs up and announces that he and Jenna are coming over to join us instead of going out.

We work in unison to get everything prepped and ready. I’ve been eying her cleavage through that damn robe gap for 20 minutes and I can’t take it anymore. My dick is getting hard again just watching her move and shuffle around. “Aran, you might want to get dressed before they show up,” I remind her.

“Eh, they’ve both seen me in less,” she laughs, as my eyes go wide in surprise. “In a bikini,” she clarifies, “but I’ll go get dressed. Just so I don’t have to answer a million questions about us from my brother.”

Oh, fuck. I’ll cross that bridge if we get there. Surely he won’t ask me about fucking his sister. I like being here with her. It’s comfortable, and drama free, unlike being near campus. Aran is easy to talk to. We’ve had great conversations about life after college, the NBA draft, favorite movies and TV shows, and places we want to travel to. We are actually very similar people. She knows what she wants and I admire the hell outta that. She’s so committed to finishing this contract, even with a broken ankle. We’ve got the craziest schedule, but for now — it’s manageable.

The doorbell rings and a dog barks from the other side. What the hell? I reach over and open it, only to be pushed aside by a giant-ass bear of a dog. Thank god he’s on a leash.

“Hi, Kyle,” Jenna waves, releasing the dog to run free toward the back bedroom. “There, Zeus, go find her.”

“Hey, man,” Nick says as he half-nods his head in my direction. “What’s up?”

“Not much. Aran is back changing clothes. Dinner should be ready in a few minutes,” I explain.

“Oh good,” Nick says, setting down a canvas bag full of jars and containers. “Here are some things that we had at our house to contribute to the sloppy burgers.” He starts pulling out jalapenos and banana pepper rings, coleslaw, a bag of Funyons, and pimiento cheese spread.

“All that?” I ask. “Together on one burger?” I try not to sound like my stomach is rolling. Maybe these sloppy cheeseburgers aren’t my kinda thing.

“Did Aran explain what they are?” he asks.

“Yeah, kinda. But this isn’t what I was picturing,” I confess.

“You only put on what you want. The thing is to just have fun with it. Eating should be fun and enjoyable,” he declares.

I go outside and check the burgers on the grill while everyone else is in the kitchen setting out more stuff for them. From here, it looks like the counter is full. It’s a good thing I have an iron stomach. Aran brings out a plate of different cheeses and places them on the burgers. One gets a triple load of Swiss cheese, and I raise my eyebrow in question.

“What?” she asks. “That’s mine! Don’t you even think about taking it, she says playfully. Those beautiful, wide eyes cause a surge of heat to spread across my chest.

“I would never mess with a woman’s burger,” I tease, backing away from the grill and holding my hands up in the air. She closes the lid to help the cheese melt, and struts back inside, looking over her shoulder to make sure I don’t mess with her cheeseburger.

Within a few minutes, we are all dressing our monster, sloppy cheeseburgers and laughing at the different combinations. I’ve never in my life seen such wild crap placed on a burger, but I can’t wait to dig in. Mine looks fabulous. I put a few Funyons on my plate, but both Aran and Nick chastise me for screwing up the sloppy burger premise. Apparently, everything goes on the burger. Aran lifts up my top bun, and peer pressures me into throwing them on top.

“So, Kyle. You’re away for games a few days this week, correct?” Jenna asks.

“Yeah. We play Arizona State on Thursday. We leave for Tempe Wednesday morning,” I advise.

“How are classes going?” Nick chimes in.

“Great. I have a mid-term tomorrow afternoon, and then the rest of them will just be make-up exams when I come back.”

It ends up being a relatively quiet meal since everyone needs a hinged jaw to eat their cheeseburgers. Aran eats the whole meal with her knee pressed into the side of my thigh. I’ve had constant contact with her at the dinner table, and my dick is pressing on my waistband trying to seek her out. I distract myself by talking to Nick most of the meal about basketball in general, and the Oscar Robertson trophy specifically.

Nick and Jenna end up leaving pretty early, reminding me to study for my midterm and telling Aran to take care of herself by resting. Personally, I’m just glad I survived and there wasn’t any talk about what the hell we were doing playing house together—because that’s exactly what it feels like we’re doing. For some reason, I don’t mind.