Simple Need (7 page)

“Want more?”

“Yes.”

Vinter sat back on his haunches and pulled her to her knees, then pulled her head down to his semi-hard cock. “Clean me.”

It was another new thing for her and one she found she immediately loved. There was a submissiveness in the act that, although she’d never

considered herself to be submissive, it was something she would love to learn about. She’d heard about it, one of the girls she worked with was

into dominance and submission, sometimes telling Elise about her explorations in the alternative lifestyle, and deep down in the dark places of her

soul, she was curious. And this, being on her knees, sucking on the cock that had just fucked her, seemed to her a good place to begin. Her tongue

was gentle as she licked him. Her mouth was gentle as well when she took him inside to suckle him lightly but with purpose. Her tongue wrapped

around each of his piercings, making sure she didn’t miss anything. She tugged at the ring through the head, drawing another moan from him. His

piercings turned her on. They’d just fucked and she wanted him again because he turned her on—piercings, tats, come-and-get-me looks.

She dropped her head to his sac and licked at the remaining traces of their fucking. He petted her hair as she worshipped between his legs.

When he dragged her up for a kiss, she knew she was lost. She wanted more and more and more. They shared the taste and last silky drops

from this round of sex and she didn’t doubt that they’d be going at it again as soon as he recovered.

“Shit, woman. I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”

“Mmmm. Likewise.”

He nipped at the corner of her mouth. “How would you feel about calling him back when I fuck you again?”

Elise laughed, but the look on Vinter’s face said he wasn’t joking. He actually wanted her to call… “You’re serious?” She just had to make sure.

“Yes, I am. I’m not a mean person, I’m not vengeful. But there’s something about the way he did you, the way he’s now groveling for your attention, and his lame apologies, makes me want to rub it in his face that you’re not sitting around moping over him.”

“You don’t know him, you know. You don’t know me all that well, either. It shouldn’t upset you so much.” She found comfort and a perverted

pleasure in his being so mad on her behalf, though.

“Maybe not, but it does.”

“I’m glad. Thank you.” She leaned up and kissed him again.

“You’re welcome, baby.”

Vinter put the syrup away and loaded the dishwasher from their late morning breakfast. Rain was still falling as he stared out the kitchen window. The area needed the rain, but it was screwing with his plans to fuck Elise outside in the yard, on the back deck, on the hood of the car. Not

that they couldn’t play in the rain, but he wasn’t sure how she felt about the mud.

He’d just have to remind her that they could take a shower.

He switched off the kitchen light and went back to the bedroom where she was sleeping in the middle of his bed. He’d made love to her, slow

and soft when they’d gotten up off the floor earlier. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off her, didn’t want to keep his hands off her. He wanted to

continue touching her, everywhere, all the time, every second, every minute.

She was sprawled out naked on her back with the sheet down around her hips. Her breasts were exposed and her nipples perked up in the cool

air of the room. He opened the two windows framing the bed and took in a deep breath. He loved the smell of rain on the air. It was invigorating to

him as though the old were being washed away.

He did his best not to disturb her when he lay down beside her. She didn’t move, didn’t budge. She was out and he was glad. She evidently

needed the sleep, but then they’d been fucking all day, too, so it really was no surprise that she was so worn out and exhausted.

He was a little tired himself, but he didn’t want to miss a second of their time together. He didn’t know how long he’d be allowed to keep her,

how long she’d stay before telling him that she needed to go. He was dreading that conversation. He’d like to continue fucking her. He’d like to

take her out on dates, learn everything he could about her. So far, they seemed to have matching sex drives and he’d love to know what else they

had in common. He’d be okay if they didn’t have anything else in common beyond sex. He could adapt or not. He just wanted a chance to find out.

She turned toward him in sleep and stretched out one of her arms. Her hand connected with his chest and her fingers gently gripped one of his

nipple rings. A small smile tilted her lips up, but she remained asleep. He still wanted to see her nipples with a matching set of rings. He’d like to

see her with a couple of tattoos as well. She had pale skin and the ink would stand out bright and bold on her. The fact that she had spent a good

deal of time tracing some of his tats before she fell asleep really clued him in as to how attracted she was to him. He loved that. Some women got

off on all his art, some women got all turned-off with it. Elise, though, was in the former category of women.

The feel of her tongue as she outlined the snake that wound around his hips had him groaning, moaning, writhing, nearly begging her to fuck

him. She gave his tat as much attention as she’d given his cock. He wanted more of that attention, too. He wanted all of her attention, sexual and

not.

She let go of his ring and her hand slipped down to the mattress. With a tentative touch, he lowered his palm to her hip, pushing the sheet

farther down, exposing more of her creamy skin. He wanted back between the lips of her perfect and always-wet cunt. He wanted to touch the creamy tightness that was made for his cock. She fit him as perfect as he could have ever hoped a woman would fit him. The piercings rubbed her

just the right way, heightening both his and her hunger. The ring through the head teased that soft spot inside her and he loved how she tensed

each time he pressed deep inside her from behind. He could go all the way in and when he started to pull out, she’d back herself into him, not

letting him escape.

And her ass? He wanted to fuck the hell out of her ass. He’d not gone there with her yet, but before the night was over, he’d at least get his

finger, maybe two in. He hadn’t had anal sex since he’d gotten his cock pierced, but he wanted to feel it, wanted to feel the incredible tightness close around him, see her hole stretch to take him, hear her moan in lust and need, see his metal disappear.

His hand rubbed up and down her hip and around to her ass cheeks. She was soft, so very soft against his work-roughened hands, but she didn’t seem to mind. He shifted closer to her and reached down between her thighs. She moved a little and spread her legs. An invitation in her

sleep. Excellent.

He caressed her again—her hip, to her ass, down the crease between the cheeks of her bottom, and finally touched her pussy. It was dripping

and heated. Each pass he made of the same path, he touched her deeper until he thumbed her clit and sank fingers inside her. She moaned, opened

her eyes, and lifted her hips.

“Like that?” His voice was a strangled whisper.

“Yes,” she whispered back.

Her eyes dilated as her need took over. She spread her knees and moved until she could rest her upper body on her elbows. He stroked her

from clit to cunt, up to her asshole. Her moans turned into groans until all she could do was whimper and grunt each time he stroked her.

His fingers were soaked and juice was sliding down his wrist. She was glorious, so responsive and all he wanted was to drown himself in her

body.

Getting up on his knees behind her, he pressed into her. She would be raw by the time he had to take her back to the bar, but then, his cock

would be too. He didn’t care though. It was worth it. She was worth it.

She gasped as he filled her and pushed back, seeking more. And he gave it to her. Whatever her body wanted, whatever her body asked for, his

gladly gave. He kept stroking her pussy and clit as he fucked her with slow, sure strokes feeling her walls contract and give around him. The skin

around the bars on his cock was ultrasensitive, pulled taut with his arousal.

His free hand stroked her back and she relaxed even further into the bed allowing her hips to lift higher and his cock to dip in deeper, slightly

angled and as he pulled back and his ring rasped over her G-spot, her back bowed and a long, low moan filled the room.

“That’s a girl. Don’t hold anything back. I want it all.”

With his finger good and coated with her cream, he moved to her ass and rimmed the small hole with it. She pushed against his finger and

sucked just the tip inside. He pressed in and she pushed out again, taking more. It was a slow process, until finally his finger was all the way in.

The small ring of muscle spasmed around the base of his finger and he slowly pulled out. She tried to clench so he couldn’t and she even gasped

out a no, but once she realized he wasn’t going to stop and that both her holes would be fucked, she gave in to it. When his cock slid in, his finger

pulled out. The invasions alternated until she was being well and truly double-fucked. He was able to slow down long enough to work a second

finger inside her anal cavity, her body’s juices allowing for less painful passage.

The fingers scissored side to side and then he turned his hand, and his fingers spread up and down. She was so incredibly, fucking tight that he

wasn’t sure his dick would ever fit in her ass, but he wouldn’t give up trying once he got the chance.

Seeing two of her holes filled with him did funny things to his insides. Her curves beckoned his touch. Her mouth begged for his cock to fill it.

Her eyes pleaded with him to get lost in them. She was strong and fragile, sex kitten and innocent. She was a contradiction and he was addicted to

all that he knew so far.

Amid their grunts and groans and incoherent words, her cell phone rang. He never stopped moving inside her, never let up. When she didn’t

answer by the fifth ring, it stopped, only to start up again. “It’s okay. Get it.”

“No. Ignore it.”

Again, after the fifth ring it went silent for a few seconds before it started again. She did reach for it this time and he admired the smooth line of

her body. She might be a heavier girl, but she was all grace and flexibility.

“Who is it?”

She sighed. He knew the answer before she spoke. “It’s him.”

Second ring. “Answer it.”

“I don’t want to.”

Third ring. “Go on or give it to me and I’ll answer.”

“Vinter… ”

Fourth ring. He pulled his cock and fingers out until just the ring and just the tips of his fingers remained inside. “Answer or you won’t get my

dick back.”

“Meanie.” She flipped it open in the middle of the fifth ring. “Hello.”

Vinter shoved his fingers into her hard enough that she yelped. He grinned.

“What? Oh yes, I’m busy.”

She sure as hell was. He slowly finger-fucked her ass.

“None of your business.”

Her voice sounded strange even to his ears. It was constricted in her throat and she was struggling.

“I haven’t been home since yesterday afternoon. I’ve been out with a… friend.”

Friend indeed. He wanted to be so much more than her friend and at times when she looked at him, when she watched him, he got the impression she wanted to be more than his friend as well. He pulled his fingers back out until just the very tips were breaching her hole, then shoved his cock deep inside her sex, making her gasp out a yes.

“I… I told you I’m… busy.”

As he slid out, she dropped her hips slightly. When he slid back in, she lifted them, her cunt swallowing him whole. They did this a few times

while she supposedly listened to the man on the other end of the phone. Vinter could hear his voice, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. He

wasn’t sure Elise knew what he was saying either.

“You want to know what I’m doing? It’s none of your business anymore. You broke up with me, remember? Oh and let’s not forget the part

about you being married and going back to your wife.”

Vinter picked up the pace, fucked her hard and fucked her deep. He wanted her to come while her ex was on the line. He wanted the man to

know that he could never have her back, no matter how much he begged and pleaded and apologized. He wanted to ruin her for anyone else.

“I’m being fucked. Happy?”

Vinter grinned.

“What do you mean that doesn’t sound like something I’d say? I met him last night at a bar, too. Does that sound like me?”

He wanted to fuck her in the bar, too, and he punctuated the thought with a balls-deep thrust.

“Oh god, yes,” she groaned. Then, “No, not you. Yes, he’s fucking me right now. He’s… he’s been fucking me all day. Mmmm. At his place. Uh-

huh.”

He started fucking her in earnest. Hard. Deep. Unrelenting. Fingers and cock.

“Hold on.”

She put the phone on the pillow next to her head and reached under herself to rub at her clit. She screwed her ass into him and drove them both

toward hard climaxes. The sounds she made had to let the man on the phone know she was enjoying herself. She was giving it her all. She was

giving herself what she needed and in turn was giving Vinter what he needed.

“More, god, more, Vin. Please. I need… ”

“I know, doll.” He held on to her hip with the hand that wasn’t buried in her ass, and stroked his ring over that spot inside her, driving her

closer, closer, closer still until she flew off the edge.

She screamed out her release and her ass nearly broke his fingers off, the clasping of her muscles was so hard. She fucked herself on him, prolonging the orgasm, pulling his seed from his balls.

He shouted and shuddered and spilled inside her. Her name was a litany on his lips and he leaned down on her back, nuzzling her neck. After