Simple Need (5 page)

never felt so sexually free in all her life. So teasing, so playful, so… sexy.

Taking it one step further, she turned around on her knees and dropped her elbows to the bed, lifting her ass in the air. “I want you in me.”

She didn’t have long to wait and she didn’t have to say it twice. A drawer opened somewhere behind her and something ripped. Then his hands were there, sliding up and down her ass cheeks, over her hips, up the insides of her thighs. The crotch of her panties was pulled to the side

and fingers began a sweet torment in her wetness. Within seconds he had her writhing. A few seconds after that, he had three fingers shoved inside

her and her head dropped to the mattress, even as her hips lifted higher, seeking more.

“So fucking tight.”

Before she knew it, her last article of clothing was tugged down her thighs and his cock was at her pussy. One hand at her lower back held her

steady. He used his other hand to hold himself steady as he slowly slid inside her. She could feel each of the barbells as his cock sank deeper. She

was stuffed, but not painfully so, only full and stretched. The barbells rubbed against the thin skin of her opening as he pulled out, then slid in

again, this time, all the way.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she gasped out.

“Good. Let’s fuck.”

She giggled. She couldn’t help it, though it didn’t last long. His hands grabbed her at the top of her hips, and he started bucking against her.

They began a rhythm, forward and back, and she was a full participant, giving as good as she took, taking as good as he gave. Her breasts bounced

as she fucked back on his cock, meeting every thrust. Each time he drove into her, the ring rubbed against the one spot inside her that would drive

her mad in a very short amount of time.

In slow, agonizing, sweeter-than-fuck motion, he stroked in and out and her hands fisted in the sheets. This was her favorite position. She loved

it deep, and when the guy let go, she loved it hard. Oh hell, she’d missed this. Not since she’d been in college had she had it like this, had a man

flat out come on to her and taken her to bed. And that was eons ago. She’d never been easy, never been fast and loose, but she’d had her fair share

of weekend flings in hotels way back when.

She didn’t know what had happened. She loved sex, loved everything about it. She wanted it, needed it, craved it more than any of the women

she was friends with. Her circle didn’t even talk about sex, except for how they didn’t have time for it, that it wasn’t in the top ten of what was important to them. Shit. It was in the top two of her most important things in life list. Too bad she’d lost the list somewhere along the way.

He picked up speed once again. Frenzied thrusts made her moan as his balls spanked her clit. Oh god, yes she had missed this. A bead of sweat hit her back and she arched. She loved when a man got all worked up like that. His short fingernails dug into her skin and she welcomed the

small bite of pain.

And then, he was gone. What the… ?

She lifted her head and turned to look at him. He was standing there staring at her, jacking his cock, and his jeans were no longer around his

thighs. She saw him raise his hand, she knew the smack was coming, but still she jerked when his palm connected with her ass.

“C’mon. Up… ” He lifted his feet from what she suspected was the denim in a pool on the floor, and he walked out of the room.

Her eyes widened at the tats on his back, part of his ass, and around his hips. The man was a walking canvas of art—wings on each of his shoulder blades, one white and one black, a bass guitar in the middle of his back, a woman’s lips with vampire fangs on one of his ass cheeks, part

of a dragon on one hip. It took her another moment to stop thinking about the tats. What the hell was going on? She scrambled off the bed, discarding her panties as she did so, momentarily debating on searching for mouthwash, but quickly pushing the idea to the back of her mind. She

wasn’t done with that cock of his just yet.

* * * * *

Vinter waited in the living room, his cock aching, his heart thundering, his hands itching to touch her, spank her. Tight didn’t even begin to

describe her pussy. It was like sinking into a vise that was way the hell too damned small, but shit, it felt so good, so hot inside her. And that was

with a condom on. Fuck. What would she feel like if he wasn’t wearing one? He didn’t need to think about that or he’d come right now.

She came out of the bedroom and their eyes locked. She was sexy as all get-out. When she stepped up to him, close enough that his overly

sensitive cock brushed against the slight rounded softness of her belly, he had to bite back a groan. Her gaze traveled all up and down his chest.

Her fingers reached out and tugged on his nipple rings and he couldn’t bite that groan back.

“I can’t believe I overlooked these before.” She flicked at them, pulled on them, twisted them slightly to the left and right.

“You need a matching set.”

She looked up at him then, her eyes blazing, her tilted smile a bit naughty, but a blush colored her cheeks. She was a contradiction all over the

place. Shy and uncertain but naughty as hell when he coaxed it out of her. “Yes, perhaps I do. Wanna take me to have it done?” And then her head

dropped to his chest and her teeth closed over one of the rings while her fingers held the other. Both were toyed with at the same time, different

sensations, different levels of torque.

Christ! The woman stripped every ounce of control from him until he was left with nothing but need—strong, simple, sexual need. Her body,

where it touched his, teased and tormented him. He took her by the waist and backed her up, though still keeping her mouth and fingers attached

to him. Each move and the tugs sharpened so he felt it down in his sac.

“Let go a second,” he whispered into her hair. When she did, he pulled her down with him to the couch, pulling her over his thighs. He slid

into her the moment they were in position. They both moaned and her arms wrapped around his head and neck, followed by a kiss so deep he

doubted he’d ever recover from it. Her tits pressed into his chest and he could just imagine a chain linking their piercings together, shooting arousal down to where their bodies were joined. Hell yes he’d go with her. If she were serious, he’d take her to the shop and he’d help her pick out

the rings, hold her hand, and kiss her while it was being done. Then he’d bring her back to his house, strip her naked, and eat at her cunt while

staring up her body at the rings in her perfect nipples.

Her knees squeezed his legs and her fingers once again took hold of his nipple rings. She lifted up, and pulled the rings so hard his ass lifted

off the couch. Holy shit. She slid back down on him and let up on the pressure. He thought he was prepared when she repeated the motions again,

but he wasn’t. The pain-pleasure that surged through him… he’d never felt anything like it. The girl had a bit of sadist in her.

Women didn’t play with his piercings like this one did, though most of the women he knew and played around with had their own piercings

and weren’t too affected by his. He was glad they fascinated her. He was glad she wasn’t afraid of them.

She rode him, fucked him. His eyes roamed over her face, which was intent on his chest. Down to her breasts, his gaze took in her rock-hard

nipples. Down further, her cunt framed his cock to perfection. He loved that she was as smooth as him, all her pubic hair gone, and he couldn’t wait

to get his mouth between her thighs.

Pleasure evident on her face, her body flushed, and he was in heaven. Morning fucks were his favorite. It was real and for most people, it was

dirty. They didn’t like sex without freshly brushed teeth, without freshly washed bodies, without perfume and lotion and makeup, without every

hair in place. He honestly didn’t give a crap about any of it. He took a shower because she was still asleep and he’d planned on making her breakfast. Had he realized she was awake, he’d have rolled her over and planted himself inside her.

She lowered her head and began tracing, with her tongue, the sun tattoo that rested just above his heart. Slow licks while she continued to ride

him were almost more than he could take, almost torture. She was killing him with her tight pussy and her fluid mouth on his skin.

It was time to get serious and come. Wrapping an arm around her back, he pulled her close, so close that they were touching from cock to head

with barely any space between them. Her mouth, his mouth. Her nose, his nose. Their eyes locked while he pumped up into her, holding her hard

and fast against him. Fucking thrusts that left no question as to what he wanted, what he needed. His free hand held her face in a tender caress that

belied the heat and urgency of the moment.

He tightened his hold on her waist and she smiled at him. Her lips touched his and she whispered, “Come,” inside his mouth. He swallowed

her breath and lifted his hips, pouring semen.

She groaned and whimpered, pleaded. “Elise. Say it. Say my name, please.”

“Elise.” What a gorgeous, fucking name.

Her eyes closed, her breath caught, her mouth split into a wide smile, and she came too. He felt it in the way her body trembled from the inside

out. Her ass, her pelvis, her hips all rode out the orgasm in to-and-fro motions until finally she stilled and collapsed on his chest.

She told him her name. He couldn’t have been more surprised or pleased.

“Vinter?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want those waffles now.”

Chapter Four

He was still shirtless, but he’d put on his jeans again and she loved how they rode indecently low on his hips. His tattoos still fascinated her.

She was still horny as all hell and she wanted him fucking her again. The man did crazy things to her inside and out and all of it had nothing to do

with rebound sex. It had gone way beyond that the second he took her in his arms and held her while she slept.

He’d started working on the waffles when she’d gone in to take a shower. It had felt so good, too, the warm water sliding over her sensitive

skin. She tingled everywhere the water touched her and fantasies of Vinter joining her kept her company as she’d washed her body, her hair and

her face. Every inch of her pussy was swollen, aroused and wanting to be touched. The shower further relaxed her body after her orgasm, and now

with the leftover cobwebs from sleep gone, she was able to think about this, about what she was doing, what she wanted to do. The phone call

when she’d checked her phone after getting out and toweling off had further seated the need for her to figure some things out.

The logical part of her, the one that had ruled her for ten years or so, told her she needed to leave as soon as the waffles were eaten. She wasn’t

the young and free girl anymore who could do as she pleased. She was responsible—single, yes—but wanting more than one-night stands. It was

time for serious relationships with potential toward marriage and family.

The other part of her, the not-so-logical and buttoned-down part of her wanted to kick logic’s ass clear into another universe. For years she’d

dated the right kind of man, had the right kind of job, the right kind of friends and acceptable social activities. But being with Vinter these last few hours made the person she felt she really was ache deep down. She wanted a hot-blooded man who loved sex, loved to screw all day. She wanted a

man she could go into a bar with or a pool hall and hang out, have a drink if she wanted. She wanted to quit her boring job and do something else,

something she loved whether it brought her the money or not. She wanted a completely different life, and it had taken the last Business Suit dumping her to go back to his wife to make her see it. Well, to make her see that something wasn’t right. Vinter had helped her to see, to remember

the person she was and not the person she had put on every day.

Standing just inside the kitchen doorway, she was able to watch as he moved around making breakfast. The waffle iron sizzled with batter, bacon sizzled on a griddle, and a bottle of real maple syrup sat in the middle between two plates.

He moved smoothly around the small but modern kitchen. The art on his body moved too and at times it seemed as though the tattoos were

living, breathing objects just as he was. It was mesmerizing to watch him, to watch the colors flow on his body. He didn’t appear hesitant in anything he did, whether it was making breakfast or making her come.

He turned her on in more than just sexual ways and that made their time together more than just about the sex it had started out being. Her

curiosity about him was growing, fueling a desire to know more about him. He said he owned part of the bar last night and she wondered what

else he did. The bass on his back made her think he might be in a band and well, that idea just added more fuel to the fires.

Her previous lovers were so different from Vinter and it amazed her that she’d ever found the others appealing. He made her feel alive, womanly, sexual, desired whereas the Suits never did. Around them, she always felt she was auditioning for a part in their lives and if she really

thought about it and was honest with herself, she had been doing the same thing to them. They had all been trying to find “the one” and while on

the surface that’s what she wanted, deep inside her, it wasn’t. Not in that way, at least.

For a small moment, she wondered at having come out in only the tee shirt she’d worn to sleep in, but not for long. Clothes weren’t exactly a

priority in her mind, getting it on with him again as quickly as possible again was. Her body trembled, but it had nothing to do with being cold as