Need

by Becca Jameson

  Rider.

  Her breath caught.

  God that man is sexy.

  His hair was wet, a few drips clinging to the ends. One eye was slightly swollen, but not so much most people would notice. And Lord, his shoulders… In his trademark black designer T-shirt almost a size too small, he filled the entire hall with masculinity.

  Emily licked her lips as he approached her. She wanted to fling herself at him and lick the line of moisture running down one side of his cheek from his hair.

  When he reached her side, he heaved his gym bag up higher on his shoulder and hip bumped her. “What’d you think?”

  The jarring motion knocked her down a notch from the elation she’d been experiencing. This was Rider. Not hers. She couldn’t claim him. He’d simply been polite when he’d allowed Jenna and Katy to bring her here.

  She was his student in this strange new world, not his woman.

  She lowered her gaze, unable to continue looking at his face without choking on her disappointment. She shrugged. “It was okay. I’m glad you won.”

  Katy laughed. “Okay?” She grabbed Rider by the arm to get his attention. “She loved it. Personally, I think she has a screw loose,” she teased, “but to each his own. I guess some people find the fighting exciting.”

  Rider set a finger under Emily’s chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. He lifted one eyebrow in question, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth. “Is that so?”

  Emily forgot to breathe. With him so close to her, she could smell his soap, his aftershave. He’d brushed his teeth.

  Suddenly it was all too much, and she wished she could disappear and never have experienced this evening. Every time she did something that involved this hunk of man, she fell deeper into his world—a world where she didn’t belong and couldn’t stay. Not only did she know this on a personal level, but she also knew it was Rider’s opinion too.

  Luckily the door opened again and Rafe came out to break the awkward moment.

  While everyone was talking, Rider leaned down. “Did you drive here?”

  “No. The girls picked me up.”

  “Okay, so you’re with me now.” It wasn’t a question. He took her hand in his and started walking, tossing words over his shoulder as they stepped away. “Meet you guys at Extreme.”

  “My stuff’s in Katy’s car,” Emily pointed out as she glanced down and remembered she wasn’t dressed for Extreme.

  “Easy enough,” Rafe said. “We’re all leaving now anyway.” He took Katy’s keys from her hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders as the other two couples followed Emily and Rider out of the arena.

  When they exited the building into the Vegas night, Emily exhaled as though she hadn’t breathed properly the entire time they’d been inside. The evening air was cooler than usual and felt fantastic against her heated skin. Rider left her beside a sleek black Corvette and jogged the distance toward Katy’s car to retrieve her bag.

  Emily set her hand on the hood of the car and trailed it reverently down the warm metal surface. The man never ceased to amaze her.

  “You like it? I told you I had a car.” She whipped her head up to find Rider standing closer to her than she expected, his eyes dancing with appreciation.

  For me or the car?

  “I do. Much better than the back of your bike.” As soon as the words came out, she remembered her last ride on that motorcycle.

  Apparently Rider did too. He closed the gap between them and straddled her body with his own, pressing her back into the passenger door and setting his hands on the roof of the car. He leaned his face down to meet hers. “As I recall, you rather enjoyed the back of my bike last time you were on it. A little too much.”

  Emily closed her eyes against his intensity.

  “Look at me, baby.”

  She let them flutter back open, but meeting his gaze was difficult. He sucked her soul out…and she feared he would trample it and leave her without a life when he was done—intentionally or not.

  “What’s in the bag?”

  She swallowed. “A change of clothes for the club.”

  “I see.” He removed one hand from the top of the car and cupped the side of her face. “It seems a bit heavy. I hope whatever you brought covers less of your sexy body than what you’re currently wearing.”

  She nodded, too choked up to speak.

  He stroked his thumb across her cheek, meeting her lower lip on one corner and nudging her mouth open. In the next instant, he slid one knee between hers, forcing her thighs apart, while his thumb slipped between her lips to enter her mouth.

  The clean taste of his soap hit her tongue.

  “Suck it, baby.” He pushed his thigh up higher, rubbing against her pussy as he commanded her.

  Emily would have fallen if he hadn’t been supporting her. She wrapped her lips around his thumb and did his bidding, her body suddenly completely under his control, having not one ounce of respect for what she might have ordered it to do.

  “Oh, baby. That’s so sexy.” His voice was rough. “I do so wish you weren’t wearing these jeans.”

  She grabbed his waist, to hold on. Not that she was in fear of slipping away, but she needed to anchor herself more mentally than physically. She wrapped her fingers in his shirt and balled the hem in her fists.

  “You’re amazing with your tongue, baby.” He kissed her forehead. “And it really makes me hot that you enjoyed the fight. My cock jumped to attention the second Katy mentioned it. I’m wondering why you played it so cool. Hmmm,” he mused, not expecting an answer that she couldn’t give anyway with her mouth full of his thumb.

  Finally, he slipped it out from between her lips. He stepped back as though suddenly broken from a trance. His brow was furrowed as he fished the keys out of his pocket and opened the door so fast, she swayed from the missing pressure.

  He didn’t let her fall, however. He had his hands on her arm and waist in an instant and guided her into the passenger seat. He grabbed the seatbelt and reached across to secure her before tossing her bag over the seat and shutting the door.

  Emily couldn’t catch her breath. Her pussy was soaked from the attention, and now her heart beat wildly at the instant change in direction.

  She gripped the armrest on the door so tight her fingers hurt.

  Two seconds later, Rider jumped into the driver’s seat, fired up the engine, and peeled out of the parking lot.

  Emily’s body pressed into the seat as they drove. She didn’t dare speak or move a muscle, unsure what his mood was, or why it had shifted so quickly. One second he’d been softly talking to her while his tongue worked slowly in and out of her mouth; the next second he moved like a bat out of hell as though he suddenly remembered he needed to be somewhere else right that moment.

  Rider handled the car like he handled his bike, smoothly and precisely, as though he were a trained professional racecar driver.

  Emily still gripped the door with one hand and her thigh with the other. It wasn’t long, however. In ten minutes they pulled up behind Extreme, and Rider jumped out of the car as fast as he’d entered, rounded the hood, and extricated Emily from her seat as though she wouldn’t have been capable herself.

  He grabbed her bag and one of his from the back, wrapped her hand in his huge one, and headed for the entrance so fast, she could hardly keep up.

  Reeling from all the vehemence of Rider’s hurried movements, she never had a chance to ask where the fire was.

  Her legs wobbled from the arousal that had spread through her body while she’d leaned against the car. She felt a sense of urgency also, but hers stemmed from the need to be fucked. Against the car would have been fine.

  Why had he broken off the contact so abruptly and now dragged her into the club?

  “Rider?” she pleaded.

  He nodded at Frank on their way through the back door and then pulled her against him inside in the dark corridor. “Shh, baby. Please.” He stroked her face with his hand again, lingerin
g on her lips. And then he moaned and dropped his head.

  A heartbeat passed. She could hear both her heart and his pounding in her head.

  And then they were on the move again, Rider pulling her along behind him. He paused when they reached the front desk and spoke in hushed tones with Harper. Harper nodded, glanced at his computer screen and then gave a one-word answer that must have been satisfactory to Rider. “Three.”

  Rider nodded and trudged forward again. His grip on Emily’s hand was tight, controlling, demanding. Part of her was annoyed at his highhandedness and unwillingness to communicate with her. But the rest of her was titillated beyond reason.

  She knew he wouldn’t hurt a hair on her body under any circumstances. She knew he was an intense master at controlling her body also. And that was enough to make her trust him. Whatever was going on in his head, she would follow and find out. Apparently she was on a need-to-know basis, and whatever was happening, she didn’t need to know, according to Rider.

  Rider skirted the edges of the crowd, not paying attention to anyone as he dragged Emily along. He headed down the side hall where they’d used a room the previous week. Were they going to do so again? Was he perhaps angry with something she did and looking for a private place to reprimand her?

  That didn’t seem likely. He could have done that in the car.

  He stopped abruptly, yanked open a door with a three on the side, and slid them both into a small room. Emily tipped her head to see around Rider, wondering if the room was the same or similar to the one from last week. Maybe this was a good place to change her clothes.

  But she never had a chance to see anything because one second she was wide-eyed and peering around and the next second she was smashed against the door and Rider had his lips on hers, his tongue inside her, his hands gripping her face so hard she couldn’t move an inch. Her feet were hardly on the floor; he held her so tight.

  He moaned into her mouth, and she found herself softening beneath his rough handling. His lips alone made her brain scramble. Plastered against her like he was, she had no brain cells left to use for anything.

  All she knew was the deep, rough kiss making her knees wobbly, her pussy ache, and her nipples stand at attention to abrade against her bra.

  While he kissed her, he tugged on her shirt, breaking the contact with her lips for only the fraction of a second it took to pull the material over her head. He pulled the cups of her bra down next, forcing her breasts to be pushed up high and tight. And then his hands were all over them, molding them, squeezing. He pinched her nipples, hard. Too hard. And yet not enough.

  Her legs stopped holding her up, and she slipped a few inches down the door. But Rider was there with his thigh between her legs, pushing higher and higher until only the tips of her toes remained on the ground and her pussy dug into his leg.

  She groaned so loud, the noise broke her from a trance. “Rider… Oh, God.” What was he doing?

  And then he dropped her nipples and flicked the clasp on her bra. It fell away from her in a flutter. She didn’t care if she never saw it again.

  His lips didn’t leave hers, devouring her, his mouth tipped to one side, his tongue plunging into her, tasting every crevice. And she responded in kind, learning everything about his taste anew.

  But his hands…his huge powerful magic hands trailed down her waist and went to work on her jeans. He popped the button and lowered the zipper, and then he tugged on the sides of the denim, forcing the pants down her legs until they pooled at her feet. She was trapped by the confining denim and her shoes, her ankles tethered together.

  Rider’s lips left her so fast, she gasped. He lifted her, turned to step three feet into the room, and set her on a rug in the center. “On your knees, baby.” He pressed her shoulders to get her to comply.

  She didn’t need any kind of physical reinforcement to go with his words, because her legs no longer worked. Easily, she dropped to her knees, her thighs attached to each other by the jeans at her ankles.

  Rider released her. “Oh, God, baby. You’re…” He didn’t finish. She had no way to fill in the blanks, but his voice was hoarse with need. All this rushing, it was to fuck her, not to reprimand her.

  She grew warmer, knowing she’d done this to him against the car in the parking lot of the arena. She’d made him want her so badly he couldn’t drive fast enough. And she’d accomplished all that by sucking on his thumb.

  Power. The power was overwhelming, making her sway as he released her to fumble with his own jeans. They were gone in seconds, as were his shoes and then his T-shirt. He stood gloriously naked before her, his cock at the level of her mouth where he stroked it from the base to the end and then released it just as quickly as though he’d burned himself.

  “Hands behind your back, little sub. Gaze to the floor.” He stepped closer as she obeyed readily. His cock bobbed in front of her, teasing her until she licked her lips. Moisture ran between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together to stave off the mounting pressure. Or perhaps to increase it.

  Rider closed the gap to nothing and took his cock in one hand to line it up with her lips. “I need to be inside your mouth, baby.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She breathed out the words, panting with the urgency he bled out of his pours to consume her with the same sense.

  She opened her mouth and closed the millimeter of space between them, sucking him into her so deep he had to step forward to keep up.

  His hands landed on her shoulders, steadying her. And the moan he emitted was primal, distinct from anything she’d heard from his lips before. “Emily…” Her name, reverently spoken from him, made her pussy pulse. But he ran this show, and obviously the next episode was a blowjob, compliments of a very willing Emily.

  Rider controlled the speed and depth to a certain extent by gripping her shoulders and thrusting his hips.

  Emily kept her mouth open and allowed him to plow into her again and again, needing the flavor of his cock as the precome leaked onto her taste buds as least as much as he needed the friction.

  The entire process was short-lived. Rider bucked his hips forward one last time and stiffened, his grip firmer on her, his fingers digging into her skin. She loved the roughness of his grip. It lit a fire in her and fanned the flames until she ached, not where his fingers were, but in the pit of her stomach.

  A second later, his cock pulsed his come deep into her throat. She swallowed greedily, not wanting any to escape. He needed this. And she wanted to give it to him.

  When he was finally spent, he didn’t move a muscle for long moments. And then he released her shoulders and dug his hands into her hair. He turned her face to one side and tugged her against him in a sort of hug against his semi-erect cock which nestled at her cheek.

  Emily sighed. She didn’t move a muscle, leaving all the control to the man who rocked her world every time he came through the door.

  Rider released her head, lifted her off the ground, and set her on the edge of the loveseat she hadn’t seen until then. He knelt at her feet, pulled off her shoes, and then followed with her jeans. “You finally remembered not to wear panties,” he commented. He didn’t smile, just noted her obedience.

  “Yes, Sir.” It wasn’t difficult. After all, she hadn’t worn them since last week. Not even when she wasn’t with him. He’d insisted, and she’d obeyed.

  His hands landed on her thighs, spreading them wide, wider than she thought possible. His gaze focused on her pussy, making her squirm under the intense scrutiny. Would he find fault with her shaving?

  As the seconds passed, her arousal increased. He could make her come with his look. All he needed to do was demand she come and she would. She didn’t doubt his ability to rip that from her.

  Instead, Rider dipped his head and covered her pussy with his open mouth, shocking her and making her scream. He didn’t notice, or he didn’t care. He went to work devouring her with his tongue and lips, roughly consuming her as he had her mouth. His grip tightened on her thigh
s, pushing them up and out to get better access.

  Emily gripped the sides of the loveseat. Oh, God. She was going to come fast and hard.

  Did she have permission? It seemed as though under the circumstances, he was indirectly commanding her to orgasm.

  As the waves of need grew closer, she arched her back and closed her eyes. Nothing had ever felt this good, this intense.

  Rider narrowed his attention to her clit. He gently bit the swollen nub and then sucked it roughly. When he added his tongue, flicking it over the tip, she came hard. She bucked into his mouth, riding the waves of the orgasm and wishing it would never end.

  Rider didn’t ease off until Emily flinched—the sensation becoming too sensitive. And still he only let up a little. His tongue caressed her clit and its hood in a lazy swirl of wetness.

  Her ardor grew anew. “Rider. Stop. I’m…” She didn’t know what she was, but she knew she didn’t want him to bring her close to the edge again so soon for fear he would leave her like that for the rest of the night. With him it was always a possibility.

  Rider pulled off completely. In fact he leaned back and then flopped on his back on the rug, his legs spread, one arm flung over his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He moaned.

  Emily didn’t move. She watched his glorious body, his cock already at full attention again. The Latin words printed on his side lifted and stretched with each heaving breath.

  Silence for so long, only the sound of their combined panting filling the room.

  Eventually Emily decided to break the spell.

  She lowered herself to the floor and crawled between his legs.

  Finally, he reached for her with both hands. His gaze was intense as he hauled her up his body to straddle his waist. “Woman, you never needed me. You were born submissive.”

  Emily pursed her lips and held her breath. What was he saying?

  He smiled. “But God how I’ve loved training you.”

  What did that mean? Was he done with her? Now? Right here where he’d just reached into her body through her pussy, stolen her soul, and hidden it somewhere?