Need

by Olivia T. Turner

  “Come,” he mouthes as he motions for me to follow him.

  My eyes widen and I can feel my cheeks getting hot as he walks away. What does he have planned? Where is he planning to do it?

  My aunt grabs me as she stumbles on her drunken feet. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I tell her, but she’s already dancing away as she sings at the top of her lungs. Maybe tipsy wasn’t the right word. She’s sloshed.

  My whole body is tingling as I duck around the dancing guests. My eyes are on Ashton’s muscular back as he heads toward the kitchen.

  I take one step onto the regular floor and Marvin, a young guy who works at my dad’s office, plows into me. He nearly knocks me down on his rush to get out. He looks panicked and his gray suit is all disheveled.

  “Are you okay, Marvin?” I ask when his wide frantic eyes dart to mine. “Are you leaving already?”

  “Yeah,” he says with his voice racing. “I gotta... It’s a…” He gulps, turns to the exit, and then rushes out without saying another word.

  That was strange. I hope everything is okay.

  I let out a deep exhale and then hurry over to where I last saw Ashton. He had turned the corner to where the entrance of the kitchen is.

  As soon as I turn the corner, out of sight of the guests, he grabs my wrist and pulls me through the double doors.

  It’s intensely bright in the staff area and I squint as he holds me in the little area before the main kitchen. The cooks are cleaning up after the dinner is finished and they keep shooting us confused glances.

  The waiters and waitresses are preparing the coffee in their little section and they keep looking at us too.

  Ashton is only staring at me. It’s like they’re not even there. It’s as if no one exists in his world but me.

  “I want you to come to London with me.”

  My mouth drops open, but no words come out.

  I shake my head, wondering if I heard him correctly.

  “What?”

  He presses his lips against mine and devours my mouth. I melt into the kiss and his strong hands are the only thing holding me up. Oh shit… I love it when he does that.

  Little whimpers start rolling out of my throat when I feel his hands starting to creep up my ribs. I press my chest up and arch my back, wanting to feel his hot mouth on my aching nipples once again.

  The doors burst open and he pulls his mouth away. I let out a whining moan as a waitress shuffles in. She’s rolling her eyes and scratching her stomach. “I need a fucking cigarette so goddamn—”

  Her mouth shuts and she winces when she sees us. The professionalism she was showing with the guests is suddenly back and she gives me a quick smile before hurrying away.

  “Come here.” Ashton grabs my wrist and pulls me past the kitchen. The cooks are watching curiously, but they don’t say a thing. Maybe they know my father is paying a fortune for this wedding and none of them want to tell the daughter of the groom that she can’t be back here.

  I slip on the greasy floor, but Ashton catches me. His hand is wrapped around me and it doesn’t leave my hip as he pulls me down the hallway into the storage closet.

  I’m surrounded by huge cans, bags of rice and beans, and lots of jars full of all sorts of non-perishables. There’s one bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and it starts swinging back and forth after Ashton slams the door shut. He grabs the huge rack full of cans and grunts as he pulls it in front of the door, locking us in.

  I’m standing in the middle of the small storage room with my hands clasped tightly in front of me. My heart is hammering against my ribs as I watch him.

  Normally, this is probably the least sexy place in the hotel, but right now it feels incredibly erotic. The hot air is charged with heat and the way he’s frantically locking us in is sending my pussy into a deep throb.

  He turns around and I hold his heated gaze.

  “Watching you move those curves on the dance floor was making me so fucking hard.”

  My pussy gets wetter as his hungry eyes roam all over my curves. He never takes his eyes off me as he slides his jacket off and hangs it on the rack. I swallow hard when his hands go to his belt and he starts unbuckling.

  “Let me show you how fucking hard you make me.” My eyes are locked on the outline of his hard cock that’s visible in his pants. I’ve never seen a dick up close before and my heart pounds in anticipation.

  He pulls it out and my mouth begins to water. Holy fuck. His cock is huge.

  It’s thick and beautiful with veins snaking up the long shaft.

  A little moan falls out of my parted lips when I picture how it would feel to drag my tongue along those pulsing veins.

  “Come here, Violet.”

  I move forward like I’m his sex slave. His commands touch something deep inside me and it’s not even a question whether I should obey him or not. I just do.

  “Wrap your hand around my cock. Feel how fucking hard you make me.”

  The sight of his hardness up close sends jolts of heat rushing straight to my core. I lick my lips as I reach down with my tingling hands.

  Oh fuck.

  He’s as hard as a rock. My tiny hands look so small wrapped around his big shaft.

  I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never done anything even close to this before.

  “Stroke it,” he commands in a dominant voice.

  I swallow hard and start moving my hand up and down his cock. I’m not sure if I’m doing it right, but he seems to be liking it. His breathing is getting harder and that massive chest is heaving up and down as he grunts under his breath.

  He’s so big. Not just his dick, but everything. He towers over me and I feel so small and vulnerable next to him. It just turns me on even more.

  “Fuck, Violet. Your soft hands feel so good on my cock. Do you like touching it?”

  “Yes,” I moan as I run my hand over his thick head. The skin is velvety soft up there.

  “Squeeze it harder.”

  I tighten my grip on his shaft and his grunts start coming out deeper as I stroke him harder and faster.

  A few drops of cum spill out of the tiny slit in the tip as my hand makes its way back up. My pussy is aching as I run my palm over the sticky cum and slide it back down over his cock.

  He moans hard as I coat his thick veined shaft with his own cum. My palm slides easier now and I start jerking him off faster.

  “My dick has been rock hard since I saw you walking down that aisle in your sexy purple dress. I wanted to rush down there, rip it off, and fuck you in front of everyone.”

  I feel his hot breath on my tingling skin as he talks. The excited rush of adrenaline coursing through me builds with every second that I’m touching this older man’s hard cock.

  “Would you have liked that? To get fucked hard by this dick?”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  “Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you. I couldn’t fucking stop smelling your ripe pussy on my fingers after I touched you outside. Tell me, sweet girl. Are you wet for me?”

  “Yes. I’m so fucking wet.”

  “Keep stroking that cock.”

  He reaches up and cups my cheeks with his big hands. He slowly brings his mouth forward and the feeling of his hot breath on my lips mixed with the anticipation of his kiss is so intense that my legs start to go weak.

  My body forgets how to breathe and I think I might pass out.

  His lips come down on mine and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, claiming every inch of it. I’m still stroking his cock with a soft rhythm, hoping he’s enjoying it. At least I am.

  His strong hands slide up into my hair and my perfectly styled bun becomes a perfectly hot mess. Strands of hair fall down everywhere, but I don’t care. As long as his hot tongue is sliding against mine like this, everything in the world will be okay.

  I moan into his mouth as his hands slide down my neck. I love the vulnerable feeling of his powerful hands on my throat like he could just choke me to sleep if he wanted
to. It causes the deep throbbing between my legs to throb a little deeper. My clit is aching with need.

  His hands slide down my shoulders and they take my straps along the way. He tugs my dress down as his hands slide over the goosebumps on my arms. My dress peels down my big breasts and my nipples harden with impatience.

  He grabs my bra and yanks it down with one hard tug. My breasts spill free and he pulls his mouth away to lean back and look at them.

  My lips are parted and I’m breathing heavily as he stares at my naked tits. His eyes are full of lust and desire as he stares down at them. The air in the hot room seems to charge all around us with every long second that passes. My body is stirring with excitement at being so exposed for my dad’s best friend.

  “I can’t believe how beautiful you are. These tits are pure perfection. Everything about you is perfect.”

  “But I’m not like the other girls.” The words just come spilling out of my mouth on their own. “I’m thick with curves.”

  He grabs my thick hips with a firm grip and bites his bottom lip as he comes closer. “Your body is perfect. You’re feeling how fucking hard these gorgeous curves make me. My dick has been lusting for you all damn day.”

  He is so hard. No one has ever looked at me like this before. If Ashton likes my thick curves then I’m happy I have them. I only want to please him.

  “It’s time to test these curves out,” he says as his hands cup my breasts. He runs his thumbs over my tingling nipples making them even harder.

  “So pink,” he says as he starts kissing them. “Tell me, is your pussy as pink?”

  I just drop my head back and moan as he sucks on my right nipple. He rolls his tongue around the pink nub and then drags it over my hot skin. I’m moaning and stroking and arching my back as he loves one breast than the other. His tongue feels so good on me, but I want to feel it somewhere else.

  “Let’s see how pink this young pussy is,” he says as his hands slide down my hips. I’m so wet and ready for him.

  “This pussy is going to belong to me now. I put dibs on it when I made you cum on my hand earlier, but now I’m going to claim it. I’m taking it bare, Violet. No condom this time. Are you on the pill?”

  I shake my head as he pulls up my dress. His rough hands slide under the soft material and I shift my legs to open them as his scratchy palms slide up my bare thighs.

  “I haven’t had a need to,” I tell him in gasps and moans. I want him to know that I saved myself for him. I want him to know that he’s always been the only one for me. “I’m a virgin.”

  His cock pulses in my hand when I say the V-word.

  “You waited?”

  “For you. I always wanted it to be you.”

  His hard face softens as he looks down at me. “I won’t make you wait any longer.”

  I gasp as his hands grab my panties. He drops to his knees and I have to let go of his cock as he starts pulling them down.

  My whole body is smoldering with the thrilling feeling of an older man pulling down my wet underwear.

  The purple dress falls back down as he slides my panties past my knees. He guides my feet out of them one at a time and then shakes his head as he looks at them with a hungry look. “They’re soaked through. How juicy is that virgin pussy?”

  I swallow hard as he starts pulling my dress up to find out. My chest tightens when it comes up to my waist. His face is right in front of my bare cunt. I’ve never been exposed like this before and it’s getting me so turned on that I forget how to breathe.

  “Hold this,” he says as he hands me the bottom of my dress. I hold the soft material as he leans back to look me over. My tits are out and my wet pussy is showing. He starts stroking his cock as he admires every inch of me.

  “If I knew this was waiting for me back here, I would have left London ages ago.”

  “You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

  “And I’m not leaving you this time. You’re coming back to London with me.”

  I nod my head up and down. I’d go anywhere with him.

  He puts his hand on my stomach and gently pushes me back. “Lie down.”

  There’s a pile of huge rice bags behind me and I lie down on it.

  Ashton’s dark eyes are locked on my pussy as he comes forward. My eyes widen and my lips part as his head goes straight for it.

  He grabs a knee in each hand and wrenches my legs apart so that I’m spread wide in front of him.

  My little pink pussy is throbbing as he stares at it. I want to touch myself so badly, but I don’t dare move. I’d rather wait and see what this man has in store for me.

  “You’re dripping with juices.” His body is all tight and his hand starts moving even harder and faster up and down his hard cock. “I’ve never seen a pinker, riper pussy in all of my life. It’s begging me to breed it and I won’t say no. After I get a taste, I’m going to fuck this teenage cunt with my raw cock and give it what it wants.”

  My back is already arched. I’m gripping onto the rough burlap sacks as he leans in and I feel his hot breath tickling my lips. His tongue hits my folds and I let out a loud cry.

  He doesn’t let up. He doesn’t go easy. The fucker devours me.

  I feel his tongue every-fucking-where. Through my folds. Swirling around my opening. Firm and hard as it drags across my clit. All the while his strong hands are holding my legs and spreading them wide open.

  I moan when I look down and see his salt and pepper hair and big broad shoulders between my legs. Seeing Ashton kneeling down there where I’ve always wanted him to be is almost better than the feeling of his tongue exploring my pussy.

  My body shudders when he wraps his lips around my clit and grazes it with his teeth. “Oh, Ashton,” I moan as I dig my fingernails into the rough burlap sacks.

  We’re in the storage room of a banquet hall. We’re at my father’s wedding! My whole family is outside probably wondering where I am. There are cooks and servers that can hear me moaning and crying out loud. This is so wrong. But I’m so consumed with lust that I don’t even care.

  Ashton’s made me lose my mind.

  All that’s left is need.

  His thick fingers slide inside me and I grip onto the sack of rice under me to root myself so I don’t fall off the earth and spiral into the abyss.

  Everything feels so good. So right.

  I’m rolling my hips on his mouth as he plays with my clit. He grabs my ass and pulls me into him, trying to get as much of my young cunt into his mouth as he can.

  My pussy starts to contract and I brace myself. I know what’s coming. I felt it outside on his hand, but it’s going to be even harder on his mouth. His tongue is relentless. He’s desperate to get me off.

  Little grunts and groans of approval keep rumbling out of him and they tickle my pussy as he eats me out.

  I move my hand into his hair and grip it as I roll my hips against his face. I’m so fucking close. I can feel it coming like an unstoppable force. My hips and his tongue find a smooth steady rhythm and I ride it long enough for my orgasm to grip me. It tightens every cell in my body until I’m ready to scream and then it releases.

  “Fuuccckkk.” I throw my head back and cry out as the heated waves come crashing down on me, sending me spiraling under the weight of it.

  I’m crying out. Legs shaking. Head back. Teary-eyed. Ashton keeps licking me even though I’m squeezing his ears as hard as I can with my thighs. I’m pulling his hair and gasping as he slides his fingers out of my wet hole and replaces them with his tongue.

  When the white spots finally leave my vision and I collapse onto his broad shoulders, I’m breathing heavily and wondering what the fuck just happened.

  Ashton rises to his knees and looks at me with the hardest, sexiest stare I’ve ever seen. His mouth and chin are slick with my desire and I watch with my heart pounding as he wipes it off with his hand and then licks his palm.

  “Fuck, you taste sweet. That pussy is juicier than a rip
e peach.”

  I gulp as he starts stroking his hard cock once again. If his fingers felt that thick inside of me, I’m afraid to find out what his huge dick is going to feel like.

  “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you with this big cock.”

  My eyes are wide and fixated on it. His hand is busy stroking it up and down. Every stroke brings another drop of cum oozing out. He’s ready to unload all of that into my pussy, and I’m ready to let him.

  “I want it.”

  “Want what?”

  “Your big cock. I want you to fuck my pussy with it.”

  He grins as he squeezes his shaft and brings it toward me. I gasp when I feel his thick head parting my folds. His cum is on me now. He’s marked me. It’s his.

  My whole body tightens and I squeeze the sacks of rice as he presses his swollen head to my tight little hole. “Oh, shit,” I hiss as he starts to press it inside.

  It feels so big. He makes me feel so tiny.

  “This pussy is tighter than I thought,” he groans as he slowly, agonizingly pushes the tip inside. He barely gets half the head in when there’s a pounding on the door.

  Ashton whips his head around, taking his beautiful cock with him. I gasp at the loss. I barely had any of him inside me, but I want it back. I need it in me.

  The pounding continues. Harder.

  “Open up!”

  The handle is jiggling and the rack starts jerking around as the guy tries to open the door.

  “You’re not allowed in there!”

  “Shit,” Ashton curses as he jumps to his feet. “Put your clothes on. I don’t want to have to kill this guy if he comes in here and sees you like this.”

  I quickly get to my feet, but my legs are all wobbly and it catches me off guard. I grab onto the wall before I fall over.

  Ashton pulls up his pants and a feeling of disappointment fills me when he puts his cock away. I quickly find my panties and put them on even though they’re soaking wet. I tuck my breasts back in my dress as Ashton puts on his jacket.

  We look like a mess. My hair looks like I drove through a tornado while sticking my head out of the sunroof and I’m sure my makeup is just as bad. Ashton’s hair is sticking up in places like he just woke up from a deep sleep on the couch.