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Needing Him

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by Kennedy Fox


  Tilting my head at her, I set my drink down next to hers. “Dance with me.”

  “No way. We’d just be giving in to the normalcy.” Stella smiles.

  I stand and hold out my hand. “Please?”

  Shaking her head, she laughs. “I suck at dancing.”

  “You just haven’t had a great teacher. That’s all.” I drop down to one knee and hold out my hand. “Please?” And just like that, I’m begging. Damn whiskey has turned against me.

  She playfully rolls her eyes but stands and grabs my hand. Once we’re on the dance floor, “Thinking Out Loud” by Ed Sheeran comes on. It’s such a cliché wedding dance song, but I walk out to the middle of the floor, and she stops at the edge. I curl my finger, demanding she come to me, and after a moment, she hesitantly walks toward me. Placing one hand on the small of her back, I grab her hand with my other one and interlock our fingers together before pulling her close. Her breath hitches, and when I look into her eyes, it’s only then I realize our faces are only inches apart.

  “I knew you couldn’t deny me,” I tell her. She pretends as if she’s going to walk away, and I pull her hand, making her spin toward me right before I dip her.

  “Who the hell are you?” she whispers when I bring her back to her feet.

  “Just another cynical human dancing with a beautiful woman.”

  I twirl her around again, and she can’t stop smiling.

  “You’re not a bad dancer,” I say against the crook of her neck.

  “It’s you. I swear I usually have two left feet.” When Stella looks up at me with so much fire and passion in her eyes, I’m tempted to ask her a dozen personal questions, but I know I can’t go there.

  “Stella…”

  “Yes?” she mutters.

  “All we have is tonight. And that’s it.”

  She runs her fingers through my hair. “I know.”

  “Come to my room with me.”

  Laughing, she pretends to have to think about it. “I have rules though.”

  Now I laugh. “I do too. Nothing personal. Just one night. The attraction is undeniable, and I know I don’t want to wake up tomorrow with regret. Whaddaya say?”

  “Me either,” she tells me. “Just one night.”

  I cross my heart and tap her nose with my finger.

  “Wait, did you just dare me?” she jokes because we both know this time I didn’t.

  “Uh,” I hesitate, somewhat confused.

  “I can never pass up a dare,” she states confidently with a wink before licking her lips.

  I run my fingers through her hair, and she leans into it. “Then hell yes, it was a dare.”

  “Can we go now?” she asks just as the song ends.

  “Absolutely.” I lead her outside where a few of the ranch hands are driving people to the B&B in the side by side utility vehicles.

  “Seriously?” she says over the rumble of the engine. “Where are we going?”

  “I’m staying up the road at the bed and breakfast. And don’t you know, buzzed driving is drunk driving,” I say seriously, witnessing many aftermath situations of drunk drivers. Charlie rolls his eyes but remains silent. It doesn’t take any time at all before the front porch of the B&B comes into view. The warm glow of the lights on in the house beams like beacons in the night.

  “Thanks, Charlie,” I say, patting him on the back. Stella gives me a curious look, probably wondering how I know his name, and when I don’t offer an explanation, she opens but quickly closes her mouth. Nothing personal. She doesn’t need to know who I am or that this is my family’s ranch. For tonight, I’m just a guy, and she’s just a girl.

  As we walk up the steps, I turn around and look at Charlie, placing my finger on my lips. He gives me a head nod and backs out of the driveway. Stella is my secret—one that I don’t want to get around.

  We left the wedding before everyone else, so I know the B&B will be empty minus a couple of workers. I decide I’m not going to worry about it, though because sneaking away with Stella has my adrenaline pumping with more desire than I’ve felt in a long time.

  Opening the front door, I rest my palm on her back and ease her inside. It’s eerily quiet, just as I’d hoped. She takes a moment to look around, but I quickly grab her hand and lead her upstairs to my room. I could’ve stayed at John and Jackson’s house, which is within walking distance from here, but I know my brothers well enough to know the party wouldn’t have ended when the reception was over.

  “It’s very rustic in here,” she states as we make our way down the hallway.

  “And floral,” I add with a chuckle. I unlock the door and push it open. Before she can step inside, I grab her elbow and pull her back until my lips hover over her ear. “You sure about this?”

  Her breath hitches before she exhales and turns her head to the side. “Are you backing out of the dare?”

  I run my hand down her bare arm, my fingertips feeling the goose bumps forming over her skin. “I have no reason to, but I just want you to be certain. I know you’ve been drinking and maybe the thought of a one-night stand was exciting, and now that we’re here, you’re second-guessing yourself.”

  I don’t know why the fuck I’m rambling, but I need to hear her say the words. I respect women too much to take advantage of the fact that she’s had alcohol, and the last thing I need is a scandal with my entire family involved.

  Instead of answering me, she steps farther into the room and turns around with her arms reaching behind her back. I slam the door shut behind me, and when I look at her, my cock presses against the fabric of my dress pants, begging to be released.

  She’s eye fucking me as she slowly and torturously undoes the belt that’s nothing more than decoration around her waist, then unzips the dress that's hugged her body all night long.

  Standing frozen with my legs parted and my arms crossed, I wait, anticipating her next move. When the fabric pools at her feet, I’m completely mesmerized by the sight of her. I shouldn’t be shocked she’s not wearing a bra, but her lacy black panties send a thrilling shock through my body.

  “Does this answer your question?” she asks. The confidence radiating off her makes me hard as fuck.

  I take two long strides before I’m standing in front of her, and when she lowers her eyes and sees the aching bulge, she bites down on her lower lip.

  “Fuck, Stella. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I lower my body, cupping her breast and wrapping my mouth around her nipple, swirling my tongue around the tall peak. A moan vibrates off her lips as she runs her fingers through my hair, and when she pulls roughly, it drives me fucking crazy.

  After thoroughly sucking and alternating between her breasts, I straighten and watch as she tries to calm her breathing. I grasp the back of her neck, pulling her body flush against mine as I claim her mouth and sink my tongue between her full lips. She tastes sweet, and when she moans against my mouth, I don’t know how much longer I can hold back. Her fingers tug harder in my hair as she angles her neck, so I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

  Stepping back, I take a mental snapshot of how fucking gorgeous she is in red high heels and black panties. “I always heard a woman wore black panties because she wanted someone to see them.” I take off my tux jacket and drop it to the floor.

  “Then I guess tonight’s your lucky night.” She teases me by placing her thumbs in the waistband of her lace panties.

  I smirk and watch as she slides out of them. Fuck, I want her so bad. “Any preferences, darlin’?” I ask, gripping her hips and inhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo.

  She wraps a hand around my neck, pulling my head closer to hers, and then she says just above a whisper, “I want to be fucked so hard I feel you for days.” Her words are meant to shock, but they don’t. Instead, they flow directly to my cock.

  With a popped eyebrow, I begin undoing the cuff links. “You have no idea what you just asked for, sweetheart,” I warn her in a promising tone.

  “I think I do,
” she quips, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

  Goddamn, this woman just might be my undoing.

  Chapter Four

  EMILY

  I don’t know what’s come over me, but my entire body buzzes with anticipation. This man has my blood rushing, and I don’t want it to stop anytime soon. My core throbs from his words—his promise.

  Watching him undo his cuff links, I feel the heat pool right to my center. I’ve never wanted a man as much as I want him right now. Perhaps this undeniable desire is from the rapid shots of alcohol, or maybe it’s because I’ve been sex deprived for way too long.

  Whatever the reason, I want anything he’s willing to give me. Just for tonight.

  “Keep those heels on, sweetheart,” he orders when I attempt to kick them off. “I have plans for you in those.” He flashes a panty-dropping smirk, which reminds me I’m standing naked in front of him while he’s still fully clothed.

  “I will as long as you take off your clothes,” I tease, desperate to see what’s underneath them. It’s obvious how built and muscular he is, but the moment he unbuttons his shirt and reveals his broad shoulders and chest, I nearly drop to my knees and thank baby Jesus for blessing me with this sinful view. Washboard abs that form into a delicious V have me moaning aloud.

  “Like what you see?” His cocky grin only adds to his appeal. Confidence is sexy in a man, no doubt, but this man brings confidence to a whole new level.

  “I was just about to ask you the same thing,” I retort, taking notice of his growing hard-on. “You’re starting to look a little… constricted.”

  I yelp when he grabs my hand and pushes it against his erection straining through his slacks. Before I can stop myself, I’m moaning again when he rubs my palm along the length.

  Pressing us close, he brings his lips to my ear. “How fast do you think I can make you come before I even take my dick out?”

  I swallow—his words unexpected, but they drive a throbbing sensation right to my clit.

  “Let’s see, shall we?” His amused tone continues to turn me on when he slips one hand down my body and lands between my legs. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

  “Mm-hmm,” I hum, my head rolling back between my shoulders as he swipes a finger down my slit. He repeats the movement before inserting a finger inside. “Mmm yes.”

  “Fucking hell,” he mutters, picking up his pace. “So wet and tight.” He pulls out swiftly before thrusting two fingers and curling them deep inside my pussy. I release another hungry moan as I clench my muscles around him.

  “More,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. His free hand fists my hair as he holds my mouth to his with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

  “What a gorgeous fucking sight,” he praises against my lips, breaking our kiss. “You fucking my fingers and so goddamn greedy for it.”

  “Yes.” I pant. “I am.”

  That makes him smile. His thumb reaches up and circles my clit with intense pressure as he continues twisting his thick fingers inside me. My eyes flutter closed as my head falls back, and I gasp when his mouth lands on my neck, sucking and kissing as my impending orgasm builds.

  My knees go weak as he works me faster and manages to sink even deeper. I dig my nails into his biceps as I hold on and ride out the explosive orgasm that follows. He slows his pace, groaning in my ear as I come down from the high.

  “That might be a new record.” Blinking, I see his cocky grin again, and even though I just came all over his fingers, that grin does something to my insides. Oh God.

  “Your turn,” I say, reaching for his button and zipper. He lets me undo his slacks, and when he kicks his shoes off, I push them down till he’s standing in only his briefs with an obvious hard-on. Sliding my hand inside, I’m greeted by the velvety smooth shaft, and when I pump him a couple of times, he groans in response.

  “Fuck, you keep doing that and I won’t be able to do all the things I’ve wanted to do since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he growls as I pump faster. “Stella…” His warning tone has me smiling at the control I have over him right now.

  “What do you want to do with me?” My tone is meant to taunt him, but his dark, hungry eyes let me know he doesn’t appreciate being teased, which makes me want to do it that much more.

  “So fucking much.” His voice comes out strained as I continue to stroke him. My breasts are pressed against his chest, and when I feel him tense, he grinds his teeth. “Turn around.” His order comes out rough and demanding.

  Before I can obey his orders, he grabs my shoulders and spins me around. I feel his erection press against the small of my back as his hands slide down to my waist. “You see what you do to me? Aching so fucking bad for you, but I want to take my time with you.”

  I grin although he can’t see my face. Sliding a hand up my stomach, he palms my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers. My head falls back against his chest as he plucks it and harshly squeezes it.

  “Ahh…” I groan at the pain that turns into pleasure within seconds. He does it again, harder this time. “Yes,” I say on a moan. I love it.

  Lowering his mouth, he whispers in my ear, “Bend over the bed so I can get a look at that pretty pussy of yours.” His words send a thrill through me that I haven’t felt in a long time. I can’t remember the last time a guy has been so demanding, but I also really like it.

  Moaning, I obey his order and bend down until my ass is sticking out. The height of my heels keeps our waists at the same level, and when he dips his head, I feel his lips trail down my spine. They send shivers along my skin, and when he grips my hips and stands back up, he kicks my legs open with his foot.

  He kneels, slapping his palms against my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. His hungry growl is the only warning I get before his tongue sinks inside me. I yelp in surprise at how furious his mouth devours me and rest my elbows on the bed for support.

  “Holy shit,” I murmur, feeling his tongue massage over my clit before sliding along my slit and pressing deeper inside.

  “Mmm, fuck yes.” He slaps my ass, causing me to moan in pleasure. His firm hold on my thighs keeps his mouth planted on my pussy. He devours it like a man eating his last meal and doesn’t stop until I crumple under him.

  Before I can catch my breath, he lines himself up at my entrance and rubs the crown of his cock against my opening. I hadn’t even realized he stripped out of his briefs and sheathed himself, but the moment he pushes through my barrier, everything goes dark.

  He fills me, pushing deeper inch by inch, and once my body relaxes, I take all of him.

  “Yes…” I whisper, loving the way he feels inside me. So full.

  “Fuck, Stella,” he groans, his hand sliding up my back until it twists in my hair, and he pulls my body up, so his chest is against my back. “You feel so goddamn good.”

  He continues his torturous pleasure, rocking into me and hitting every nerve ending possible. Pulling my head back, he exposes my throat, and his lips capture the flesh under my ear. His other hand rounds my stomach and circles my clit.

  “Oh, God,” I whimper as he increases his pace, working my clit so damn fast and hard.

  “Yeah, baby. Tell me how much you love my cock fucking you,” he growls in my ear, sending shivers through my entire body. Fuck, his gruff voice alone sets me off.

  “Don’t stop,” I plead. “Harder.”

  “My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.” Sinking his teeth into my shoulder, he kisses over the mark as he digs his fingertips into my hips and pounds into me with a ruthless pace.

  “Please, yesyesyes…” My words scramble over another, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as he fulfills every fantasy I’ve ever had.

  “What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me,” he orders, his cock slamming into my pussy over and over again. “You need to come?”

  “Mmm,” I grit between my teeth, groaning in desperation.

  Without responding, he flips me over,
and I fall onto the bed. My legs are over his shoulders within seconds, and his mouth is back on my swollen clit. His tongue and fingers work me into oblivion until I’m crying out in ecstasy.

  “Holy shit,” I mutter, gasping for air. My throat is dry from the inaudible words that spewed out of my mouth, but I don’t have much time to dwell on it because he hooks my ankles over his shoulders and leans over me until he’s seated deep inside.

  He cups my breast as he groans into my neck, chasing his own orgasm hard and fast. Digging my nails into his back, I encourage him, and he stills before jerking and releasing inside me.

  “Fuck, Stella…” he groans in my ear before cupping my chin and pressing his lips to mine in a heated kiss filled with lust. Guilt surfaces for lying to him about my name but knowing this is only a one-night thing, I push the thought away because I doubt he’ll even care.

  “Mmm, buttercream.” He licks his lips, getting a taste of the dessert I ate earlier. I see the corner of his lips tilt up as his eyes light up in amusement.

  “Wedding cake,” I confirm with a half smile, still trying to catch my breath.

  “I like it. Suits you.”

  I narrow my eyes, pondering his words. “How so?”

  After licking his lower lip, his grin turns into a wide, knowing smile. “Pretty on the outside, sweet and delicious on the inside.” He winks before pushing his body off mine, and I admire his fine ass while he walks to the bathroom.

  Lying on the bed, I try to sit up, but my legs feel like mush. He returns a minute later with a towel in his hand and offers it to me.

  “Thanks.” I take it and clean myself, unable to look at the man who just fucked my brains out. The alcohol hasn’t worn off completely but knowing I can’t even remember his name has me blushing with guilt.

  “Where are you going?” He pulls my arm when I attempt to walk away. “I have plans for you, Buttercream. I’m not done with you yet.”

  “What kind of plans?” I tease, sucking in my lower lip as he sets me over his hips, so I’m straddling him.

 

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