What I Need

by J. Daniels

  I WATCH RILEY lay back on the bed, pop the button on her shorts and shimmy out of them while I pull at the straps on my boot.

  “Leave those on,” I order when her fingers loop under the string of her panties. “I wanna feel how soaked you got them just from having my dick in your mouth.”

  Her eyes flicker wider, and the sweetest fucking blush creeps across her face. She sits up, leaving her panties, grabs the hem of her shirt and rips it off, then cups her breast through her bra and thumbs her nipple. “This too?” she asks, voice teasing and teeth dragging across her bottom lip.

  I toss my boot and stand tall, pulling in a deep breath as I watch her nipple harden under the sheer material. “If I ever tell you to cover up your tits when we’re about to fuck, honest to God, there’s something wrong with me,” I share, meeting her eyes and lifting my hand to point. “In fact, go ahead and burn that along with all your other bras. Tits that sweet, it’s almost a crime keeping them imprisoned like that.”

  She giggles, dropping her hands to the mattress and rubbing her heels on the sheet. “Burning them all would be nice. Not buying them in the first place would be better. They’re so expensive.” She sighs and wrinkles her nose before gazing down at herself. “I wish my boobs were smaller so I didn’t even need to spend the money.”

  She wishes her boobs were smaller? What in the . . . fuck?

  My brow furrows as I kick off my jeans and boxers. “Bite your tongue, woman. We don’t blaspheme in this house.”

  “I’m serious,” she says, lifting her head and fighting a smile. “They aren’t fun for me. And big boobs hurt. My back is always sore.”

  I step up to the side of the bed, smirking when Riley’s gaze lingers on my half hard cock. “That’s an easy solution, darlin’. Your back hurts? You come to me. I’m your man. I’ll take care of every little ache you got.” I drop my knee to the mattress and crawl closer. “As far as your tits go, I think God knows what he’s doing. Let’s not question his work.”

  Riley rolls her eyes. “You’ll give me back rubs? Really?” she asks, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

  “Yep.”

  “Back rubs that keep your hands on my back?” She slips her bra off and tosses it off the bed.

  I stare at her nipples. “I make no promises of where my hands end up,” I answer, gripping her ankle and pulling her down so she’s spread out on her back beneath me. “After a long day held captive in that torture device, it would be wrong of me not to show them some attention. They’ve earned it.” I drop my head and whisper against her cleavage, “Haven’t you?”

  Riley giggles. Her hands push through my hair. “Did you just ask my boobs that?”

  “Shh. We’re having a moment.”

  I feel her body quake against my lips as I kiss down to her nipple. “I know. God, I’ve missed you too. And she said some awful things, didn’t she? She should be punished. What do you think? Should I spank her?”

  Riley gasps. Her hands tighten in my hair when I close my mouth around her and suck. “Oh, God, please,” she begs.

  I tilt my head up, releasing her nipple, and smirk at that hot, hungry look in her eyes. “Goddamn. You want me rough, don’t you?” I ask, watching her cheeks warm. “I was going to take my time,” I kiss her skin, “savor you while I make you come every fucking way I can, but you don’t want that. You want me wild.”

  “I want you how I feel.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Crazy,” she rushes out, licking her lips. “I don’t want you to be able to breathe. I can’t. I’m . . .” Her legs shift beneath me. “I’d beg for this, CJ. For us to happen. I don’t care how pathetic that sounds. I would. I know I would.”

  Pathetic? Yeah fucking right. If she had any idea some of the shit I’ve been thinking . . .

  I press a kiss to her ribs and to the dip in her stomach, my hands curling around her tiny waist and roaming up her sides. “You think I didn’t sit in that room every day for the past two months and go out of my fucking mind knowing you were in here?” I ask, gazing up at her. Her wide eyes blink. “Every time you looked at me, Riley, every time you touched me, even just putting your hand on my leg when you were wrapping it, do you think I didn’t want that to mean more? `Cause, babe, I did. I wanted that.”

  A sadness passes over her face. “I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner. With everything that happened, I just—”

  “Don’t do that,” I cut her off, raising up a little to see her better. “We’re here now. We’re doing this. No sorrys, babe. We got here.”

  The corner of her mouth twitches. “No sorrys,” she echoes, dropping her chin with a nod and no doubt thinking back to the no-apologizing rule I gave her when she first moved in. Her warm hands slide out of my hair to my face and cup my cheeks. “So, um, about the spanking . . .”

  I raise my brows, knowing what she wants but already having an idea in mind how I plan on giving it to her. She’s going to have to wait. I shuffle back, kneel between her legs, and wrap my hand around her thigh, pushing it back. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see that pussy I can’t stop thinking about.”

  Riley bites at her lip. She bends her knee and drops it to the side, keeping her other one straight until I’m guiding her to open up wider.

  I stare at the wet spot on her panties as I stretch out, hanging halfway off the bed. My knees on the floor. My hard cock rubbing against the side of the mattress. “Look at you,” I murmur, dipping my head so I’m hovering my mouth there. “Dirty girl. You made a mess. Do you think I can get you any wetter?”

  Riley’s response is a long, low groan when I bury my nose between her legs and inhale. She smells heady and rich, almost as good as she tastes, and it makes my fucking mouth water. I drag her panties down her legs and drop them off the bed, then I’m leaning over her again and swiping my tongue through her pussy.

  “CJ,” she gasps. She’s breathless, back arching and hands wrapping around my forearms that are keeping her lower half pinned down. “Don’t stop. Please, oh, my God, don’t stop.”

  I smile against her and stifle a laugh. “Do you think I’d stop? Do you think I could?” Our gazes lock. I drag my tongue over her clit and we moan together. “Fuck. A girl like you, there’s no stopping, babe. I tried. Trust me.”

  Riley was talking about me working her until she comes. I’m talking about us—admitting how hung up I’ve been since that fucking wedding. We weren’t friends. Never have been. I never saw her as that.

  Never. It’s not normal to want to taste your friend’s mouth every fucking time they open it.

  Riley bites at her lip again, looking shy—at what I just said or having my tongue on her, I don’t know. Then she’s sitting up, sticking her hands behind her and staring down between her legs with wide, curious eyes.

  “You want to watch me?”

  “Yes.”

  “What do you want to watch me do?”

  A flush reddens her cheeks. “Eat me out,” she whispers.

  I lick my lips, holding her eyes as I lower my head back down, closer and closer until Riley is whining and lifting her pelvis to hurry me the fuck up already. I chuckle and push her back down. “Watch me.”

  She gasps, body trembling when I nuzzle my mouth against her pussy. “Oh, my God . . . yes.”

  I move my face roughly between her legs. I give her exactly what she wants—crazy. There’s no control or restraint. I’m not gentle with her. I don’t ask if Riley likes what I’m doing or build it in her slow. I can’t. I realize quickly that I’m not doing this for her. Or at least, not just for her. I can’t take my time—my mouth is on her. I can’t savor and drag this out—she’s in my fucking bed and I’m touching her and kissing her and touching her. The woman I’ve been obsessing over for months. The one I can’t get out of my head. The pretty girl who shoots tequila and who’s naturally curious about palm trees. This isn’t sedate. It can’t be. I get her worked up and wet so fast, she drips down my chin and onto the sheet before I�
��m even fucking her with my tongue, and then I’m fucking her with my tongue. She comes for me, sweet and soft limbs shaking. I swallow her desire and groan when I taste her in my throat. And then I’m building it again, pressing my finger against her tight little ass and telling her she misses me there while I suck on her clit. And by the time she’s coming and flooding my mouth a second time, my cock is so hard I’m practically humping the mattress.

  “I’m gonna fuck you so good,” I tell her as I get to my knees between her legs, my next words getting stuck in my throat when Riley jerks up, grabs my face and crashes our mouths together.

  She pulls me down on top of her and sucks the taste of her pussy off my tongue. My lips. “Hurry,” she pleads between kisses. Pressing her mouth to my cheek. Biting my jaw. “CJ, please, my God.” She tilts her pelvis up, rubbing her soaking wet cunt against my dick.

  Lust crackles in my blood.

  “Fuck,” I growl, fists to the mattress beside her head and stomach tensing as I press up.

  Jesus fucking Christ, the feel of her.

  Riley freezes beneath me, her entire body going stiff and her eyes flashing open, and I know she’s realizing how close we are to doing what we haven’t done—to saying fuck it and going at this bare.

  Maybe we do need to slow the fuck down a little. Shit.

  “Sorry,” she whispers.

  I look down into her anxious eyes and shake my head, cutting off her thoughts and the way I know they’re going. I don’t want her worrying about this or anything else tonight.

  “We’ll get there. We got time, babe. Relax,” I say, bending down to kiss her. “Let me go grab something.”

  “Wait,” she rushes out, smiling a little. “Don’t. I have some in here.” Riley presses against my chest to ease me up, and then she’s scooting back, getting to her knees and reaching around me to the nightstand. She digs a box out of the drawer and hands it to me.

  I look from the box to her face as she settles back against the pillow. My brows lift. “A hundred pack? Where in the hell did you find this?” I ask her.

  “Costco.” She presses her lips together and shrugs before softly admitting, “I was hopeful.”

  I stare at her.

  She bought these for us? She’s been to Costco once. She got these right after she moved in.

  My mouth twitches.

  She was wanting me even then. Goddamn it.

  “My little wholesale shopper. You’re gonna get fucked so hard,” I tease, ripping the box open as Riley covers her smile with her hand. Condom on (and keeping a wrapped one close by before I stow away the box, since I know I’m going to need it) I crawl over Riley, settling between her hips. I drop my forehead to hers and push in.

  And sweet fucking God, I forgot . . .

  “You feel fucking good, baby,” I groan, pumping my hips slowly as I stare into those stormy blue eyes.

  “CJ,” she whimpers, her hands in my hair, tugging, her legs wrapping around my back and heels digging in. “I missed you,” she says. “This . . . so much.”

  “Yeah.” I bend and take her mouth, kissing her with that same frenzy we shared minutes ago and letting it feed us both. My grip on her body tightens—on her ass, her tit as I palm it roughly. “I missed this more than you know, darlin’,” I say, watching that softness touch her eyes. Rearing back, I slide my hands to her hips, lift her off the bed, and slam into her, making her cry out, again and again.

  Riley starts begging. Asking me for harder. Deeper. Please. Her fingernails rake up and down my stomach and dig into the backs of my thighs.

  I drop to my elbows and thrust faster, bottoming out and kissing her, swallowing her hot, desperate little cries. I push back on her leg and prop her ankle on my shoulder, fucking her deeper.

  “Yes,” she pants. “God, yes.”

  “All night, gorgeous girl,” I promise. “All fucking night, I’m worshiping this body. Every inch.”

  I power into her. We’re both panting. Sweating. I’m grunting and smacking the headboard against the wall, and Riley’s eyes are rolling back in her head and she’s making all of these hot as shit noises, looking blissed out of her fucking mind.

  “I’m going to come,” she moans, pushing her tits against my chest and arching her neck. Her limbs start squeezing around me. Her entire body tenses up. “Oh, God, Cannon,” she whimpers. “Cannon . . .”

  Fuck.

  I freeze and suck in a breath. My chest tightens.

  FUCK. Why do I like that? Why the fuck do I like that so much?

  “Fuck me,” Riley pleads, grinding her hips up. “Please, CJ! Please please . . .”

  I snap out of it and pump my hips, meeting her body repeatedly and going harder each time. I fuck Riley through her orgasm. I don’t let up.

  “Oh, my God,” she pants, coming down slowly when I start grinding deep, but staying there, right on the edge when my hand snakes between us and I move my thumb over her clit. She leans up and kisses me, shoving her tongue inside my mouth, tugging my hair and groaning, “CJ, I’m . . . God. Holy shit.”

  I smile against her mouth. “On your knees, baby,” I say as I’m flipping her, not really giving her a choice but it doesn’t matter. As soon as she hears the order, Riley is moving with me and positioning herself. Her body is still shivering with pleasure. Her legs shake beneath her. Then I’m kneeling, hands on her hips and eyes staring at all that tanned, toned flesh. Her long, sloped back. Her peach shaped ass I want to taste.

  And smack.

  And fuck.

  “Ah!” she cries out when my hand connects with one cheek. She whips her head around and gapes at me, but then her mouth goes slack and her eyes get heavy when I position my cock and push back in.

  “Goddamn,” I groan, hips pumping hard and fast. I’m so fucking close, ready to let go with the feel of her—still tight around me, and the way she looks bent over like this. And knowing that, I wrap my arm around her ribs and yank her up, crushing her back against my front. She groans and wiggles her ass against me when I suck her neck. Her jaw. I press my lips to her ear and whisper, “You ready to get spanked?”

  Riley tenses. Her head turns and her hand reaches blindly behind her, curling around my hip. “Um, that wasn’t it? What you just did?” she asks, meeting my eyes.

  I smile and kiss her cheek, not answering. Hand moving between her legs, I buck into Riley, slapping our bodies together as I rub her clit with two fingers. I moan into her neck. She wraps her hand around my arm and drops her head back against my shoulder and when I’m right there and she’s right there, body locking up and begging, I lift my hand from her pussy and swiftly bring it down again.

  Riley jumps and jerks against me. “God, fuck!” she cries out. “CJ!”

  I do it again, slapping her just as she’s coming. Riley spasms in my arms and soaks my hand. I feel her desire dripping down my legs as she squeezes the fuck out of my cock.

  “Godfuckingdamn,” I snarl, thrusting faster. My pleasure coils around me and closes in until . . . “Fuck. Fuck! I’m coming.” I grab Riley’s face and turn it so I can kiss her as I empty inside the condom. She sucks on my lip. I moan into her mouth, and then I’m collapsing sideways onto the mattress and dragging Riley down with me.

  We’re a pile of pounding hearts and sweat soaked limbs, tangled up in each other.

  Friends? Fuck that. This is so much better.

  “Holy shit,” she giggles, trying to catch her breath.

  Panting, I turn my head and look over at her, holding onto her legs that are thrown over my hip. Our eyes lock. She bites her lip.

  “You spanked my pussy,” she says.

  I grin.

  Riley’s gaze lowers to my mouth, then jumps back up. Her cheeks flush darker. “It was awesome,” she whispers.

  Laughing, I roll over, shift her legs onto the bed, and prop my weight on my elbow so I can lean over her and bend down, kissing her soft, swollen lips. She moans and curls her arms around my back. “I gotta take care of this condo
m,” I tell her.

  “Okay.”

  “Do you need anything? A towel?”

  “A towel would be super cool of you.”

  I smirk, leaning away. “I just made you come a fuckuva lot, babe. I don’t think I need help in the super cool department.”

  Her mouth twitches.

  “But, my lady wants a towel, she’s getting a towel,” I add, kissing her once more before I start to roll over, but Riley’s arms circle my neck and she tugs me back down, taking my mouth again.

  “I’m your lady,” she murmurs inside our kiss, voice quick and sounding really fucking happy about being that.

  I stroke her cheek, smiling as I look into her heavy-lidded eyes. “Fuck yeah, you are. Always were.”

  Riley blinks and smiles back, big and bright. Her dimples showing.

  I kiss her nose and the corner of her mouth. “Let me go get you that towel,” I say.

  Riley presses her lips to my jaw once more, then releases me, letting her hands fall weightless to the mattress and humming softly in contentment.

  I roll over and push off the bed, grabbing my boxers out of my jeans on the way to the bathroom.

  After I discard the condom and wash up, I get a towel, dampen it and carry it back out into the bedroom.

  Riley’s sitting up now, her back against the headboard and her knees bent beneath the sheet. She’s running her finger over her bottom lip and looking down into her lap, but when I step out into the room, she lifts her head, drops her hand, and leans forward. “You’re walking without your boot,” she observes, glancing at my leg. “That’s great. It doesn’t hurt when you put pressure on it?”

  I stop beside the bed. Fuck. I can’t be doing that in front of her. “Nah. It hurts,” I say, wincing when I press down hard on my heel. Harder than I typically would. “I just didn’t think to put the boot on before I got up. It happens. Here.” I climb on the bed and tug the sheet down her body, pulling it to her knees when she stretches out on her back. I clean her up with the towel.

  “Can I see your leg?” she asks after I toss the rag onto the floor.