Need

by Olivia T. Turner

  “Oh, fuck it.” His lips come down on mine and we make out hard. All of the want and need of the past eighteen years of my life come boiling to the surface in this kiss. My hands are wrapped around his head, pulling his mouth to mine. His hands are everywhere. Grabbing at my breasts, my ass, pulling me closer. They’re on my cheeks, in my hair, on my back. My pussy is burning. I’m so fucking wet.

  All I’ve ever wanted was for this to happen. And now it’s happening and it’s better than I imagined.

  My hair comes undone, but I don’t care. He rips his mouth away from mine and starts kissing my neck. I moan. My back arches. I’m pressing my breasts into his hand and moaning for more. I want to feel him on my skin. I want these strong rough hands scratching against my tingling nipples.

  I gasp when I feel how hard he is. His rock hard cock is pressed against my stomach and it makes my pussy burn. I want it inside me. The need is growing. I want to feel it stretching my virgin pussy out.

  His lips come crushing back against mine and I moan when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. It’s so deep. It’s so fucking good.

  A powerful hand grabs the back of my thigh and he lifts my leg up while he pushes his cock against me. I hope he does it right now. I hope he fucks me here.

  Someone starts calling his name.

  At first we pay it no mind, but the sound becomes clearer.

  “Ashton. Ashton? Where is the best man?”

  It’s the DJ. Shit.

  His voice is ringing out through the speakers.

  Ashton just curses under his breath, but he keeps kissing me even more frantically. His lips move down to my neck as I grind my hips against his cock.

  “Can someone find the best man? It’s time for his speech.”

  I gasp when his mouth drops down to the top of my chest. He’s kissing my hot skin, kissing my breasts over my dress, kissing everywhere. He’s got a firm grip on my right breast. He pushes it up until my hard nipple pops out and then he takes it into his mouth.

  “Fuck,” I moan as he swirls his hot tongue around it. “Holy shit.”

  He’s not stopping even though the DJ keeps calling him.

  “Ashton,” I gasp. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer, fucking his hair all up. “Your speech. You have to go.”

  “No,” he grunts between kisses. His grip on my body tightens and my swollen lips curl up into a smile.

  “You have to go. We have all night.” My breathless words are telling him to go, but my body is begging him to stay.

  “I need more than all night with you. I need you in my life for good. You’re my girl now.”

  “I’ve always been your girl, Ashton,” I say, gasping as his hand slides down my stomach. He cups my burning pussy and I throw my head back and cry out. My whole body is smoldering under his touch.

  “Ashton? Where are you, Ashton? Can someone put out an APB on the best man?”

  “This fucking guy,” he growls. “I’m going to shove that microphone down his throat.”

  I can’t breathe with his hand on me like this. It’s over my dress and panties, but still, it’s enough to get me digging my nails into his biceps.

  “This is my cunt now,” he growls into my hair as he pushes me back up against the wall. “You keep it away from all other men.”

  I nod as his firm hand presses up hard against it. The bottom of his palm is pushing against my throbbing clit and I feel myself starting to come undone.

  “I don’t want to see you talking to any other men tonight. Got that?”

  “Yes!”

  Just don’t stop. I’ll do whatever you want while you’re touching me like this.

  He starts rocking his palm against me and I cum hard on his hand.

  I open my lips to scream but he puts his other hand over my mouth and muffles the sound. I’m digging my nails into his suit jacket and rising up on my toes as the orgasm hits. I’m making strange noises like an animal dying as it tears through me.

  He leaves me gasping and clutching onto his thick forearm as my whole world flips on its head. I’m his now. I’ve always been his, but now I’m really his.

  This is real.

  He gently pushes me back up against the wall and steps back.

  Waves of delicious heat are flowing through me. Slamming into my heart. Slamming into my core. I’m tingling all over as he looks me up and down.

  “You’re so beautiful, Violet.”

  I smile as I feel my cheeks heat up. He makes me feel so special. So loved.

  The warm feeling inside gets a little warmer.

  “Ashton? Ashton where are you?”

  His hair is a mess. His tie is all crooked and my lipstick is smeared all over his mouth.

  He definitely looks like he’s been up to no good.

  He looks away. “I’ll be back.”

  “Wait.” I step up to him and smooth out his sexy salt and pepper hair. I fix his tie and run my hands over his rumpled jacket, feeling his hard muscles underneath.

  I rub my thumb over his jaw, taking away most of the lipstick. He looks less guilty now.

  The secret is between us.

  “Ashhhhtttttooooonnnnn.”

  “I’m going to strangle this guy with his microphone wire in front of everyone,” he growls.

  “It’s okay,” I say softly as I cup his cheek. “I’ve waited years for you. I can wait a little bit longer.”

  He kisses me long and hard and then leaves.

  “Fuucccckkkk,” I moan as I lean back against the wall. I close my eyes and smile as my warm pussy glows.

  “There he is,” the DJ says over the speakers and everyone claps. “We thought you’d never come back to us.”

  I smile. That’s how I felt too.

  I’m so happy I was wrong.

  Chapter Six

  Ashton

  The speech doesn’t go well. Big surprise there.

  I could barely hold the microphone in my sweaty hands let alone think with the scent of Violet’s cunt on my fingers. The sweet ripe scent kept swirling up to my nose and making me crazy.

  I forgot all about the speech in my pocket and rambled on about how I was happy that Thomas finally found a woman to grow old with.

  At the end, I spat out some words of love, which came out easily. I was just thinking of Violet the entire time.

  Everyone clapped when I finished and Thomas gave me a big hug. He’s already heavy into the wine and scotch, so I don’t think he even noticed that I fucked it up.

  Everyone is finishing dinner around me, but I haven’t touched my plate. My stomach is all clenched up. I couldn’t eat if I tried.

  It’s making me all scratchy inside that Violet is on the other side of the table. I lean back in my chair and look at the back of her head to make sure she’s still there.

  This is quickly getting out of hand. I’m past desire. I’m past captivation. I’m past fixation.

  I’m in full-blown obsession territory here and I don’t see myself getting out anytime soon.

  I need this girl.

  I need to own her. To consume her fully.

  It’s all I can fucking think about.

  The need to stuff her womb with my seed is making my chest so tight that I can’t breathe.

  “Why do you keep doing that?”

  “Huh?”

  Thomas is grinning at me. “Why do you keep leaning back like that? Do you have a bad back?”

  “Yeah,” I say with a shake of my head. I sit back normally as he starts laughing.

  “Probably from when Radford kicked our asses. You remember that?”

  I grin as I remember that beat down. We were both on the rugby team in college and pretty much everyone but us sucked.

  “Are you kidding?” I answer with a chuckle. “I still have mud in my ears from that game.”

  “We gave it back to them in folds. Didn’t we?”

  “I still shiver every time I remember the great Thomas the Tank plowing through their Captain.”

/>   We’re both laughing and reminiscing about our old days on the rugby team. We were the two bruisers the coach sent in when he wanted us to fuck someone up. Thomas the Tank and Ashton the Anvil.

  I’m having a great time with my oldest, closest friend until I realize what I just did with his daughter.

  It hits me like a punch in the gut. I just grabbed his teenage daughter’s pussy and made her cum. At the guy’s wedding no less. What the fuck kind of friend am I?

  My body goes still as I look down at the untouched plate in front of me with guilty eyes.

  “Lot’s of single women here tonight,” he says, hitting my shoulder with his. I’m a big man, but Thomas has always been bigger. He was a monster in his youth, but now he just looks like a big teddy bear with his thick layer of fat from all those Sunday afternoon beers, chips, ice cream, barbecues, and all of the other suburban trappings that get guys like him in middle age.

  I’ve always stayed lean. I hit the gym every morning and crank out a few reps on the punching bag. It’s the only thing that keeps my edge from taking over. It’s the only thing that keeps me sane.

  “What about Nikki?” he whispers as he points to the maid of honor down the table. I take the opportunity to look, but I’m not looking at Nikki. I’m looking at his daughter. “I heard that she can suck an ice cube through a straw.”

  “No thanks,” I say when I sit back in my chair.

  “Why? You got a girl waiting for you back in London or something?”

  There’s no girl back in London. There’s never been a girl in London. In the four years I’ve been there, I’ve just been throwing myself into my work. I own a sports apparel company and I moved to London to start a European division. I’ve made millions and I like the job, but that’s about it. I haven’t met anyone I wanted to date.

  Until now.

  “So, what is it? Don’t tell me you’re already impotent. We’re not that fucking old.”

  We both laugh. Everyone who attended his wedding knows that I can still get it as hard as a rock with just one look at his daughter.

  “I had my eye on someone else.”

  Should I tell him how I feel? I look at his big hands and picture them wrapped around my neck. My last sight in this world would be of his thick forearms flexing as he choked the life out of me.

  “Who? Sheila? I didn’t know you were into redheads.”

  “It’s not Sheila.”

  I take a long sip of my beer and wonder if it’s going to be my last.

  “Then who? I’ll help you out.”

  “It’s—”

  “Time for the father-daughter dance,” the DJ spits out into the mic.

  Everyone gives out a puppy dog awwwww as the spotlights hit Thomas and Violet.

  I turn and look at her blushing face. She belongs under spotlights, but I still get the urge to run over to where they’re hanging from the ceiling and break them. I don’t like everyone’s attention on her. I’m a jealous brute and I want her all to myself.

  Thomas gets up and takes his daughter’s hand. He brings her to the dance floor as some soft music about fathers and daughters starts playing. Cameras are being whipped out everywhere as the guests gather around.

  My pulse is racing. A bead of sweat drips down my back.

  People are videotaping her. A young guy in a gray suit with a scraggly beard catches my eye. I can see what’s on the tiny screen. He’s filming her a little too close for my liking. When I see him zoom in on Violet’s curvy ass, I nearly lose it.

  I take the napkin off my lap and squeeze it so hard that my knuckles burn. I can’t do anything right now. My girl and my friend are enjoying a special moment and I don’t want to ruin it by splattering them with blood. Even if it’s what that perverted punk deserves.

  The song finishes and everyone claps as Violet stands on her toes and gives her father a kiss on the cheek. My eyes stay on the guy in the gray suit.

  When the song finishes, he leaves to go to the bathroom and I rush down to have a little word with him.

  I open the door with my whole body flexed and ready for destruction. A father and son leave and I nod at them as I go to close the door.

  “Hold on,” Thomas’ uncle says as he shuffles over. I remember this guy from my youth. He used to take us out on his boat.

  “Sorry, Richard,” I say as I close the door in his face. “I can’t. There’s a broken pipe in here.”

  He looks confused, but I close the door before he can say anything. I slide the lock closed and walk over to the sinks.

  The guy in the gray suit is whistling as he pees at the urinal. I cross my arms, lean on the sink, and wait.

  He zips up when he’s done and then turns around. He looks startled when he sees me, but then quickly smiles. “I feel like I’ve had ten beers and pissed out twelve.”

  He laughs as he walks to the sink beside me and starts washing his hands.

  My narrowed eyes are locked on him.

  “You okay?” he asks nervously when he looks up at me.

  “Give me the camera.”

  “Excuse me?”

  I strike like a rattlesnake. In an instant, I have my hand wrapped around his throat and I’m slamming him into the full-length mirror. It shatters behind him as his eyes fly wide open.

  “What the fuck?”

  He can talk. I’m not squeezing hard enough.

  “Errgghh.”

  “The camera. Give. Me. The. Camera.”

  He quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls it out. I let him go when I have it in my hand. He slips on the broken mirror pieces when he lands.

  I start cycling through his pictures and videos as he grabs his throat and chokes.

  It’s all pictures of women from the wedding. Asses, tits, even a couple of up the skirt shots. My hands clench around the phone when I see the ass I would recognize anywhere covered by Violet’s purple dress.

  “What the fuck is this?” I show him the screen and he cringes.

  “It was just… It’s just a little…”

  I just glare at him, knowing that nothing he can say will save him from a pounding. I think he knows it too.

  “Come on, man,” he says with a desperate shrug. “You know how it is to be a guy.”

  “This is my girl,” I snarl when I look down at the screen. I throw it hard against the wall and it shatters into pieces.

  He winces when I turn back to him. I should put this creep in a coma, but I’ve already ruined Thomas’ wedding enough. I don’t want an ambulance coming and disrupting the party as paramedics come rushing through. Let alone police coming to escort me out in handcuffs.

  “You leave. Now.”

  He nods his head up and down like a jackhammer. His eyes are huge as I lean into him.

  “If I ever see you around Violet again,” I hiss. “I’m going to smash your head against that wall next time.”

  “You’ll never see me again,” he promises with a racing voice.

  “Good. Now get the fuck out of here.”

  He rushes over to the door, unlocks it and sprints out.

  I turn to the sink and spray cold water on my face, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.

  Being protective is one thing. This is beyond that.

  It was my possessiveness that brought me in here. I was pissed because he was looking at what was mine.

  I look into the mirror at my pale face. The need is written all over it.

  I touched her pussy but I still haven’t been inside it. I’ve marked it, but I haven’t claimed it.

  The need to do so burns within me.

  I’ll have to get her alone and breed her quickly.

  Richard walks in and frowns as he looks at the broken mirror. “I thought you said there was a broken pipe, not a broken mirror.”

  “And I thought I told you to stay the fuck outside.”

  He jerks his head back in shock and I quickly apologize for snapping.

  This girl is unraveling me.

  I�
��m falling apart.

  I turn back to the sink and splash some more cold water on my face.

  “Keep it together, Ash,” I whisper to the reflection in the mirror. “Or, you’re going to ruin everything.”

  Chapter Seven

  Violet

  My tipsy aunt runs over and starts dancing with me as the DJ plays Elvis’ Hound Dog. The crowd starts pouring onto the dance floor now that the father-daughter dance is done.

  I shake my hips and smile at my aunt as my family comes dancing around us, but I’m not really into it. My focus is not here.

  I’m the daughter of the groom and it’s my job to help get the party started, so I stay on the dance floor, but my eyes don’t. I’m looking everywhere for him.

  My stomach twists with impatience and need when I can’t find him. His seat is empty. He’s not at the bar.

  I can still feel his hand between my legs and I start to get all heated up again when I remember how good that orgasm felt. I need another. I need more.

  Two songs later, I see him walking out of the bathroom. His tie is off and the top few buttons of his white shirt are open. I swallow hard when I see the tip of his chest tattoo peeking out.

  I remember the summer when he got it. I was twelve and my parents had rented a cottage on a lake. Ashton came up for the day, rumbling in on his motorcycle. When he pulled off his shirt, I still remember staring at his big tattooed arms with the sexy ink sprawled across his massive chest. I was only twelve, but the sight still got me all tingly. Now, I’m full-on throbbing.

  He stops at the edge of the dance floor and his eyes find me immediately. They lock on me and my dancing slowly stops until I’m standing still and staring back with my heart pounding and my breath caught somewhere near my hard nipples.

  “I love this song,” my tipsy aunt says as she crashes her hip into me. “You’re not dancing!”

  I nearly fall—these heels that Becky picked are ridiculous—but I manage to regain my balance without having to take my eyes off him.