What I Need
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“I love your body,” I tell him, rubbing my hands all over him while I kiss from pec to pec, lips and tongue teasing.
CJ has the sexiest chest I’ve ever seen. Broad, muscled, and dusted in a light amount of hair. The perfect amount. I can’t kiss him enough. I can’t touch him enough. I’m all over him. And when I move my mouth lower, over his ribs and the deep grooves of his abs, I realize I need more. I can’t wait another second.
I don’t pause to undress or give CJ time to remove anything I’m wearing. I can’t. I’m still fully clothed when my knees hit the floor, and I love it. I love how desperate and frantic I feel. How hurried this is. How real this is. It’s always been like this with him.
I take CJ into my mouth. I don’t tease. I don’t play. I suck him to the back of my throat and swallow around him.
Another thing he told me he likes.
“Fuck,” he grunts. His hands fly to my hair and fist. “Riley . . . Jesus, ah, fuck, baby. Wait . . .”
My fingers dig into the back of his thighs and urge him to move.
I don’t want CJ to think he needs to hold back. I’m not. I can’t. I’m so turned on by this. As much as he is.
I moan and bob my head.
“God, you look so fucking hot,” he rasps, thrusting his hips now and watching me take him. He stares down at me. Chest heaving. Lips parted. Face beautifully blissed out. I can feel my pulse race beneath my ear as he rubs his thumb along my mouth, feeling how I stretch for him. He groans, “fuck yeah” when I lick from his balls to the tip and swirl my tongue there. He grits his teeth and pumps his hips faster, pushing my hair out of my face so he can see me and I can see him.
I don’t know why, but I feel like the most precious thing in the world when I’m on my knees in front of CJ. I shouldn’t, I suppose. I’m letting him use me, taking everything he can give while I do nothing short of worship him. But I know what this means to CJ. I can see it in his eyes and feel it in the way he strokes my cheek. And when he rasps, “Darlin’,” I know that’s mine. Only mine.
I can’t get enough of him. I’ll never want less than this again. Never.
“Riley,” he groans, strong thighs tensing. “Babe, I’m gonna come.” He curls his hands around fistfuls of my hair and tugs.
I don’t let him pull me off. I hold CJ’s eyes, silently telling him I want it. Please, please, please. I want all of this man. Every part of him and everything he can offer me.
His nostrils flare with a savage desire for this, for what I’m giving him, but his eyes are all CJ, looking at me like he’s the one worshipping as his hands tighten harder and harder in my hair. His hips start thrusting quicker, fucking my mouth deeper, and then he growls, exploding into my mouth and spilling down the back of my throat.
I swallow every drop. I take it all.
Nothing less than this. Never again.
“Jesus, fuck, babe,” he pants, his body still jerking in pleasure as he watches me suck and lick him like he’s the best meal I’ve ever had.
I hum around his length one last time, then I pull off and sit back on my heels. I blink up at him and watch his eyes follow my tongue as it sweeps across my bottom lip.
“Damn,” he mutters. “I kinda want to ask you to marry me after that. Jesus Christ, Riley.”
I smile from ear-to-ear, feeling triumphant. “Wanna high five?” I ask since, you know, we celebrate awesome things.
And that was so totally awesome.
Laughing rich and smooth inside his chest, CJ reaches down and takes my face between his hands, moving his thumb over my cheek. “Maybe later,” he murmurs, looking at my mouth, then back into my eyes. “Are you gonna give me that pussy now?”
“I thought you were going to take it,” I challenge.
CJ’s eyes flash, then I’m being jerked up and tossed through the air, giggling and squealing as I land on my back in the middle of the mattress.
Yes. He’s totally going to take it.
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?”
CJ has the sexiest chest I’ve ever seen. Broad, muscled, and dusted in a light amount of hair. The perfect amount. I can’t kiss him enough. I can’t touch him enough. I’m all over him. And when I move my mouth lower, over his ribs and the deep grooves of his abs, I realize I need more. I can’t wait another second.
I don’t pause to undress or give CJ time to remove anything I’m wearing. I can’t. I’m still fully clothed when my knees hit the floor, and I love it. I love how desperate and frantic I feel. How hurried this is. How real this is. It’s always been like this with him.
I take CJ into my mouth. I don’t tease. I don’t play. I suck him to the back of my throat and swallow around him.
Another thing he told me he likes.
“Fuck,” he grunts. His hands fly to my hair and fist. “Riley . . . Jesus, ah, fuck, baby. Wait . . .”
My fingers dig into the back of his thighs and urge him to move.
I don’t want CJ to think he needs to hold back. I’m not. I can’t. I’m so turned on by this. As much as he is.
I moan and bob my head.
“God, you look so fucking hot,” he rasps, thrusting his hips now and watching me take him. He stares down at me. Chest heaving. Lips parted. Face beautifully blissed out. I can feel my pulse race beneath my ear as he rubs his thumb along my mouth, feeling how I stretch for him. He groans, “fuck yeah” when I lick from his balls to the tip and swirl my tongue there. He grits his teeth and pumps his hips faster, pushing my hair out of my face so he can see me and I can see him.
I don’t know why, but I feel like the most precious thing in the world when I’m on my knees in front of CJ. I shouldn’t, I suppose. I’m letting him use me, taking everything he can give while I do nothing short of worship him. But I know what this means to CJ. I can see it in his eyes and feel it in the way he strokes my cheek. And when he rasps, “Darlin’,” I know that’s mine. Only mine.
I can’t get enough of him. I’ll never want less than this again. Never.
“Riley,” he groans, strong thighs tensing. “Babe, I’m gonna come.” He curls his hands around fistfuls of my hair and tugs.
I don’t let him pull me off. I hold CJ’s eyes, silently telling him I want it. Please, please, please. I want all of this man. Every part of him and everything he can offer me.
His nostrils flare with a savage desire for this, for what I’m giving him, but his eyes are all CJ, looking at me like he’s the one worshipping as his hands tighten harder and harder in my hair. His hips start thrusting quicker, fucking my mouth deeper, and then he growls, exploding into my mouth and spilling down the back of my throat.
I swallow every drop. I take it all.
Nothing less than this. Never again.
“Jesus, fuck, babe,” he pants, his body still jerking in pleasure as he watches me suck and lick him like he’s the best meal I’ve ever had.
I hum around his length one last time, then I pull off and sit back on my heels. I blink up at him and watch his eyes follow my tongue as it sweeps across my bottom lip.
“Damn,” he mutters. “I kinda want to ask you to marry me after that. Jesus Christ, Riley.”
I smile from ear-to-ear, feeling triumphant. “Wanna high five?” I ask since, you know, we celebrate awesome things.
And that was so totally awesome.
Laughing rich and smooth inside his chest, CJ reaches down and takes my face between his hands, moving his thumb over my cheek. “Maybe later,” he murmurs, looking at my mouth, then back into my eyes. “Are you gonna give me that pussy now?”
“I thought you were going to take it,” I challenge.
CJ’s eyes flash, then I’m being jerked up and tossed through the air, giggling and squealing as I land on my back in the middle of the mattress.
Yes. He’s totally going to take it.
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?”
