Need Me

by Shelli Stevens

  “Gods,” he whispered when he finally was buried to the hilt. “You are tight, love. And so damn hot.”

  Her reply was a tiny moan, but no more words.

  He drew in a slow breath and slid his hands around to her front, moving up until he covered her breasts with his palms.

  Her nipples hardened and she pressed back against him with a soft gasp.

  “Yes, Nika.” He kissed the back of her neck and slid his cock out of her, before thrusting back deeper. “I think you like me fucking your sweet little pussy. Quite a bit more than you’d like to admit.”

  She didn’t answer, but he could well imagine her biting her lip to keep from responding. It didn’t matter. None of it did. Her body did the talking she wouldn’t let her mouth do.

  He squeezed her tits, remembering she’d liked it a bit harder when they’d been out on the trail.

  “Oh!” Her body trembled, her sheath grew creamier around him.

  Yes. Indeed she liked it with an edge. Perhaps this was her game. A wordless, hard fuck against a dresser with someone who was almost a stranger.

  And yet she didn’t feel like a stranger to him. She felt like someone he’d waited his entire damn life for.

  He groaned and thrust harder into her, pinching her nipples and kissing the back of her neck.

  “Please, Brendon.”

  Surprise ripped through him that she’d finally spoken. Or begged.

  He abandoned one breast and moved his hand down her belly, stopping just above where their bodies were joined. He worked his middle finger into her damp folds and sought her clit.

  The swollen nub throbbed when he touched it. Nika’s body clenched around him and she gasped. He pinched the tiny pearl, rubbing it hard and soft, following the pattern of her breathing.

  She gasped, her breaths coming out in shallow puffs.

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Gods, yes!”

  “Come for me, Nika. Now,” he commanded.

  To his amazement, she did, letting out a long moan as she climaxed, her muscles clenching around him. Her release pushed him over the edge. His sac tightened and he growled, joining her in release. He emptied himself inside her again and again as her body milked his cock.

  He fell heavily against her, his own hands slapping down on the bureau next to hers.

  His lips sought the nape of her neck, brushing against the damp flesh.

  “Mmm,” he murmured, pushing aside her hair. “That was definitely worth the wait.”

  She stiffened slightly and he winced, realizing how callous that may have sounded.

  He slid away from her and placed a hand around her waist, turning her around to face him.

  He caught her chin and tilted her head to look at him. Her cheeks were flushed red and in her eyes he saw the remains of her arousal, confidence, and yet a surprising amount of shyness.

  His chest tightened with some soft emotion and he stifled it. Instead, he brushed his mouth gently across hers. “Let us shower together, love.”

  Wordlessly, she gave a small nod and placed her hand in his, following him to the bathing chamber.

  * * * *

  The moon’s light slipped through cracks in the steel shades. Nika stared at the sliver of light unblinking. Brendon’s arm thrown over her waist was a stark reminder of what she’d done.

  Gods, this was a bit of a mess. Not that she’d slept with him. She’d known she would the moment Rachel had told her to. It was just that she’d enjoyed the sex. More than enjoyed it. She’d begged. Begged!

  Her cheeks heated with the memory and she thanked the gods he slept deeply. His body curved up close behind her and his arm was thrown possessively across her hip.

  Sex with her owners had been a forgettable experience. Their touches had not been arousing and any fondling pathetic. When they would penetrate her it would be over in moments, their small penises flaccid almost minutes into the act.

  Pleasure had never been a part of her job. And yet tonight, when sleeping with Brendon should have been strictly business, it had been nothing but pleasure. The sex had been fast, and hard, and almost ruthless. And yet it had been hot. So wonderfully hot.

  For a moment she’d forgotten why she was letting him fuck her. That it was her duty as the chosen one. Her reasons for joining with him had become only to satisfy her thirst for pleasure.

  For the first time since she’d accepted this mission, fear built heavily inside her gut. But it wasn’t the fear of failure. It was the fear of discovering where this thing with Brendon could lead.

  Panic bubbled in her throat and she forced herself to take in a slow breath. Sex was never supposed to have been part of the deal. Violence, stealth maneuvers, and quick wits yes. Sex, not so much.

  She closed her eyes and muttered a quick prayer to the gods that she would get through this and not lose part of her heart to the man who lay beside her.

  “You must sleep,” he murmured suddenly, his voice drowsy.

  Licking her lips, she blinked in surprise. “I did not realize I woke you. I apologize.”

  He gave a soft laugh and moved his hand over her belly. “Don’t apologize, love. If you really can’t sleep I know a way to entertain you.”

  Chapter 8

  Heat spread low in Nika’s belly and her nipples tightened. The idea had far more appeal than she cared to admit.

  Brendon slid a hand up her belly to cup her breast. A moan gurgled in her throat and her pussy dampened.

  His lips gently explored the area between her shoulder and neck, while his finger rolled her nipple.

  She arched against him, and his cock jerked against her ass.

  “I want you again, Nika,” he murmured softly. “Only much more slowly this time.”

  He slid his hand off her breast and to her ribcage, pulling her onto her back.

  Pain shot through her body as his firm touch grazed her bruised ribs. A soft cry escaped her before she could stop it, and she stiffened.

  “Nika?” he sat up and looked down at her ribcage, his brows knit with concern. “What is it? Did I hurt you?”

  “No, I…” Her pulse jumped with fear. She could not afford to raise his suspicion. “Yesterday afternoon I slipped in my room and hit the sill of the window with my side. I have my moments where I can be rather clumsy.”

  Something flickered in his eyes, as if he were remembering something.

  Her unease heightened and she rolled onto her back beneath him, reaching a hand out to run down his chest.

  “Did you not say something about entertaining me?” she murmured coyly.

  Whatever thought had taken him disappeared as his gaze heated. He looked down at her and his lips curled into a smile.

  “Yes, I did.”

  He lay back down on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow while running his gaze over her.

  “Was I too rough with you last night, love?”

  A flush rose through her body and she lowered her gaze issuing a soft laugh.

  “Not at all.”

  In truth she had loved it. Loved how fast and hard he’d taken her. It had been passion unleashed. Wild and frenzied. And so intoxicating.

  “I could not help myself,” he said, trailing a finger around the swell of her breast. “I wanted you in a way I’ve never wanted a woman. And after our moment on the trail, and in the lab…I was so certain you would change your mind.”

  “That was not kind of me,” she agreed, and then confessed, “It was all so new to me. You are my first since Zortou…”

  Surprise registered in his expression and then a gleam of possessiveness. He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nipple. “I’m sorry for what you endured in your time as a Rosabelle. I cannot imagine how awful it was.”

  Heat stirred in her belly from his kiss. She lifted a shoulder in a slight shrug. “I was not beaten as horribly as some were. My owners were brothers. They shared me and were…not good lovers. Or very friendly. But I endured.”

  “Beaten as horribly?” he
muttered and then cursed, his gaze hardening in the moon’s light. “It is not right for any person to own another. And you should not have had to endure anything.”

  It felt odd and yet a bit cathartic to discuss this with him. She’d never spoken of her past with anyone. Not even Rachel.

  He trailed his finger onto the curve of her breast, circling the areola but ignoring the aching tip.

  A tremble racked her body and she sighed. “But we all endure in some way or another. Do we not?”

  “Yes. I suppose we do.” He lowered his head and a moment later she felt his lips clasp warm and wet over her nipple.

  Nika groaned, threading her fingers into his hair as he suckled her. This was madness. A delicious madness that she could not ignore.

  Brendon slid one hand down her belly and a moment later his long fingers stroked into the folds of her pussy. Fire sizzled through her veins and she sighed, letting her thighs part farther.

  His teeth caught her nipple, tugging hard. Pleasure shot in a direct line from her breast to the ache between her legs where his fingers explored.

  He ran his finger from the edge of her entrance and up to her sensitive clit, circling the little bud and stoking the flames in her body.

  His tongue flicked the tip of her breast, while his teeth continued a gentle tug.

  Nika twisted on the bed, lifting her hips against his seductive touch. Her fingers explored the short soft strands of his hair.

  Brendon’s finger abandoned her clit and moved back down, pressing at the edge of her entrance. He circled the perimeter with maddening sweeps, until she let out a frustrated groan.

  He gave a soft laugh and pressed his finger inside her.

  She gasped, pleasure rocketing through her. “Gods, that feels wonderful.”

  He lifted his head and looked at where his finger moved inside her. “I was about to say the same. Your body welcomes my touch, love.”

  Yes, it certainly did.

  Transferring his mouth to the other breast, he drew the nipple deep and suckled hard, each pull bringing more cream to her pussy.

  He added a second finger to penetrate her, moving them in and out of her channel with sure, firm thrusts. The sounds of her wetness filled the room, heightening the erotic moment.

  The sensation quickly spiraled, higher and higher, until she was so near to release. He pulled his fingers free to pinch her clit and she plunged over the edge of pleasure.

  “Brendon!”

  Her body quaked beneath him, her thighs tightened around his hand as he continued to squeeze her clit. She gripped his hair, gasping as she rode out the tremors.

  A moment later she collapsed against the bed, her body weak from the intense spend.

  Brendon released her nipple with a popping sound and gave a murmur of approval.

  “I suppose I should clean up my mess now.”

  Mess? She frowned at him, not sure what he meant. Until he slid down her body and buried his face between her legs.

  His tongue probed the folds of her pussy, lapping at her cream.

  “Yes,” he murmured, and flicked his tongue into her again. “Quite the delicious mess.”

  Mmm. She hadn’t thought it possible to become aroused so quickly after her spend, but she was right back on the path of pleasure.

  She fell back against the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room and clutching the sheet. Each stroke of his tongue inside her, over her clit, lifted her body onto a sensual wave of ecstasy.

  Her fingers clawed at the bedding, and she twisted against his mouth, barely comprehensible pleas spilling from her lips.

  “Watch me,” he commanded. “Watch my mouth on you.”

  Nika propped herself on her elbows to watch him and about came on the spot, the sight was so completely arousing.

  His broad shoulders pushed her legs wide as his brown head moved between her thighs. His gaze lifted to meet hers just as he pulled his tongue from her, shiny with her juices.

  The air was trapped in her throat as she watched him from half-closed eyes.

  He smiled and licked his lips before bringing his finger down to rub her clit again. Holding the folds of her pussy apart, his head dipped and then his tongue flicked over the sensitized nub.

  Both of his hands slid to cup her ass and bring her snug against his mouth. Again and again he licked her clit, before closing his lips around it and suckling.

  “I…Oh Gods…” Her ass clenched in his large hands and she screamed. “Yes! Brendon!”

  Her stomach clenched and her toes curled as she climaxed again. The air left her body in a rush and every color of light flashed in her head.

  Brendon kissed the insides of her thighs before sliding back up her body.

  “You taste fucking amazing,” he murmured against her ear, his palm covering her breast again. “You feel even more amazing surrounding my cock.”

  His words registered as the head of his cock nudged between her thighs, seeking out her slick opening.

  Bracing his hands on both sides of her body, he lifted himself above her and thrust himself home.

  Nika fell back on the bed, her nipples tightening once more. Gods, the way he filled her. And the pressure as he sank deep into her body was exquisite. Like nothing she’d ever experienced.

  Brendon groaned, sliding farther still until he hit the point inside her where it almost became pain. Gods, she loved it with an edge.

  He pulled back out of her, each slide of his cock against her swollen channel creating the most delicious friction. At the entrance to her body he paused and then slid back inside, faster now.

  That became their rhythm. Slow out, fast in. Her hips lifted to meet each thrust, bringing him deeper. At one point, he wedged so tight against her cervix, she was sure he had gotten himself stuck.

  He didn’t move for a moment, his eyes so tightly closed. “Nika, I must surely be in nirvana.”

  She squeezed her inner muscles around him and enjoyed watching the spasm of pleasure that swept across his face. She slid her arms around to grip his ass while simultaneously wrapping her legs around his back.

  “Fuck me, Brendon. Hard,” she whispered. “Make me come from your cock alone.”

  He growled and pulled out of her, slamming back faster this time. The rhythm of his thrusts grew more chaotic, faster and harder. His sac slapped against her ass, resonating in the room with the sound of their bodies colliding.

  Her body jerked on the mattress, pushing higher from the impact of his penetrations.

  Her stomach clenched and her muscles gripped his cock. She squeezed him hard. Harder still. Until the pleasure rocked up to her clit and she exploded again.

  She screamed, riding the wave of pleasure, her nails digging crescents into his ass while he fucked her relentlessly, pounding into her and likely bruising her inner thighs.

  “Nika,” he cried out and buried himself to the hilt again.

  A moment later she felt him come warm and thick inside her. He fell heavily on top of her, pressing her deep into the mattress with the sheer weight on his body.

  And she loved it. Loved the delicious feeling of having his hard, damp body on top of her.

  Her hands moved over his back almost to soothe his ragged breaths.

  “I think,” she murmured, “you may have just worn me out. I might just be able to sleep now.”

  He gave a soft grunt in response and nuzzled her neck. She closed her eyes with a soft laugh. His cock softened inside her, but still he did not move.

  She could feel the fast beating of his heart, knew it must mimic hers pressed beneath him.

  Closing her eyes, she knew she’d crossed some invisible line she’d vowed not to. And yet it was a bit hard to care right now.

  * * * *

  “Though I hate to say it, I must leave soon.” Brendon spoke the words he knew neither wanted to hear.

  Sunlight flickered through the cracks in the blinds and he knew it was close to when he was scheduled to be on duty.


  Nika lay next to him, her head on his chest. She hadn’t spoken, but he knew her to be awake. They’d maybe managed a few hours of sleep after he’d last taken her.

  She finally lifted her head from his chest and sighed, looking away. “Yes, I suppose it’s about time.”

  Brendon’s stomach clenched as emotion swept through him. She looked so lovely in the morning. Swollen red lips and sleepy eyes. Blonde hair tousled and falling around her naked shoulders… His gaze moved lower, over her pert breasts and then stalled on the darkish bruise on her ribs. He’d been so caught up in the moment last night, he’d failed to take a good look at it.

  He frowned at the angry-looking mark. How had she said it had occurred?

  Unconsciously, his hand rose to touch the bruise above his own eye.

  “It looks terrible,” she said softly.

  It took him a moment to realize she spoke of his bruise.

  “Yes, fortunately it shall fade.” He grimaced.

  “I’m sorry.”

  He lifted an eyebrow and tugged on a strand of soft hair that curved around her breast.

  “No need to apologize, love, it’s hardly your fault.”

  She gave a half smile in response.

  “Gods, I wish I had a free morning,” he murmured, flicking the strand of her hair over the dark nipple.

  “I as well.” She smiled and tugged her hair back, sliding off the bed. “But I have much to do today, too.”

  “Do you?” He slid out of bed and located his uniform. Gods, he would have to shower at the compound. “And what might that be?”

  “And wouldn’t you like to know?” she murmured coyly. “Will I see you later? Or should I plan on this having been one night of passion?”

  Her question knocked the wind from him. He had been so determined to bed her and rid her from his mind. So convinced fucking her once would do the trick. But watching her now, his cock stirred again and he realized how wrong he was.

  “Somehow,” he growled and crossed the room. “I think one night with you would never quite be enough.”

  Cupping the back of her head, he lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips parted on a sigh and her fingers slid up to grip his shoulders.

  His tongue swept deep, finding hers and rubbing softly. When he lifted his head a moment later, her eyes were closed and she leaned into him.