8 Mile & Rion (19 page)

“I need you,” I beg him, pulling him toward me. “Please. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Closing his own eyes, he lets me pull him down and use his warmth as a shield. My tears come in earnest when I think about what would have happened had he left me. A life without him seemed complicated which was silly considering he was the most complicated person I’d ever met. I hardly knew him but I needed the chance to know everything. There was so much more of him that I haven’t seen yet. I didn’t just need him, I needed all of him.

‘To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.’

~George MacDonald

She needed me. Easing her took priority to everything else. Putting the text, the gun and the note out of my mind, I focused all of my attention where it belonged. Thinking I’d lost her, that was hard enough. Seeing the need on her face was my undoing. I don’t know if what I was feeling was love, but I’d have to guess if it wasn’t, it was damn close to it. Rio told me she was a wreck over things, but part of me didn’t believe him. I couldn’t imagine anyone, let alone her, being a wreck over my ass.

But now I’m seeing it and I was ready to give her what she needed without any limits. Although I’ve never given all of myself to anyone, I was trusting her to walk me through it. The fact that she trusted
me
was why I took that next step.

“Need you too,” I tell her, leaning in to take her mouth. “So fucking much.” When our mouths fuse, it’s different. It is electric; it is her giving to me what I’m giving to her. I decide that her mouth was the closest I’d ever get to heaven and if I died right now, it’d be happily.

Her tiny hands fist my shirt, then her legs wrap around the backs of my own. She arches up and taking my own arms, I secure them under her lower back and watch as she lets her weight fall back there by exposing her tits to me. “Put your hands on me,” I urge her. Habit had me wanting to pin her down, but Rio let me know unless a female asked for that, most like to participate and that Rion was no exception. He told me she was affectionate and giving, but when I did all the taking it probably made her feel used.

I didn’t tell him everything she said so, when he threw that out I knew I really fucked up. “Are you---”

“All over me,” I tell her sucking on her neck. “Now, Rion.”

For the next few minutes she uses her tiny fingers to explore me. She traces my ink, each finger and even under the waistband of my jeans. In my life nothing ever felt so good. She does this with wide eyes and perfect concentration. When her hands run up my sides and I shiver she whispers, “I think you like this.”

Biting the cord of her neck I growl into her skin, “Love it, don’t fucking stop.”

She doesn’t stop. She undresses me quickly to get back to touching me and once I am fully naked, it is the look on her face that has me sweating. “What?” I ask her.

“You’re a warrior,” she says, kissing my chest. “My warrior and you are so beautiful.”

“I’m not a warrior anymore,” I tell her as I take her top off.

“Of course you are,” she says taking her bra off. “You don’t just stop being a warrior. It’s who you are. It’s who I---”

“You still uh---”

“Love you?” she asks quietly. “I’ll always love you, Loyal. I can’t turn it off.”

“Even if I---”

“Yes, even if you can’t love me back.”

“You need to know I want to, I just don’t know---”

“Lie on your back,” she orders me. “Let me show you how loving someone should feel.”

Once I’m prone, she removes her bottoms and I fight the urge to touch her there. “Do it,” she says, reading my mind. Reaching for her she straddles me and when I lean up, I see her parted for me in welcome. Touching her softly, her head falls back and she lets out the sweetest moan. Bringing her head back our eyes meet and she gives me a wicked smile. Taking me in her hand, she secures me in an ironclad grip that has my eye crossing. Working her faster, she moans and tightens her legs then tightens her grip.

“Fuck,” I groan, watching her jerk me off. “Harder,” I order her.

“Patience,” she whispers, releasing me. I want to roar at the loss and jerk myself off now that all the blood is rushing back to my dick and it’s hard as a steel. Backing away she runs her nails down my legs and my dick twitches in response.

“
Now
I’m going to show you what
my
loving you feels like.”

Licking her lips once, she braces her hands on either side of my hips and opens her mouth wide and holy shit! Sucking me with purpose, I fist her hair and lock my knees in an effort not to buck her off the couch. I feel her tongue slide up my shaft to keep it wet, then she sucks the tip with ends with a nibble.

“Gonna come,” I warn her.

“Mhmm, no you’re not,” she says, cupping my balls. I want to tell her that I am, in fact, about to come and if she doesn’t move she’ll be wearing it but, she takes one nut into her mouth and moves it around, and it is all I can do to remember what fucking year it is.

Torture. Pure fucking perfect torture. When she finishes with a pop I am so hard and desperate I almost throw her to the floor, but she grabs the base of my cock and before I can groan, she impales herself on it. That’s when she gets serious. Rocking her hips back and forth, she takes my hands and places them on her hips. Following her lead I move her when she comes forward and push when she wants to move back. “Deep,” was all I can think. I am in there deep and I’m not freaking out.

“Brace your feet on the cushions and thrust up,” she moans. “Use my hips as leverage to fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you hard, Rion,” I growl, trying to prepare her for it.

“Last time I checked, fucking meant hard, Loyal.”

“I---”

Slamming herself back down, my back tightens as does my grip. “I’m sorry did that sound like asking? I wasn’t. You like orders, right? Kind of made a career out of it, that was you, right?” Leaning down to my mouth she licks my bottom lip and bites hard. “Hard baby,” she moans into my mouth. “The harder the better.”

Bracing my feet, raising my ass and steeling my grip, I pound upward while she slams downward. The harder I fuck her, the harder she fucks me back. In the back of my mind I can’t believe it’s happening, that she’s taking it and fucking loving it. When she starts to talk dirty, the need to bend her over claims me. But should I? After everything I said? Rion wasn’t a whore, she was perfect, but I want control of her. Bending her over was a way to be in control that I’ve never been granted before, but I need to do it more than I need to breathe.

“Keep giving me that cock, Loyal,” she moans, gripping my shoulders and digging her nails in. “So deep!” she cries out while throwing her head back.

Grabbing her face I look her in the eyes. “Let me bend you over,” I beg her, “take you from behind.”

When she stills, I know I’d just fucked myself. But when she smiles and says, “I thought you’d never ask.” For the first time in my life, I had an idea of what real love was.

It was her.

‘Sex is emotion in motion.’

~Mae West

Like I’d say no to that? The vulnerability, the want, the need to possess was all there for me to see and I need it as much as he does. But he needed to ask for it and he did. With massive strength he flips me like a rag doll over the back of the couch. Using my arms as anchors, I lift my ass in the air showing him it’s his for the taking. When he doesn’t make a play, I start to worry this was too much too fast. Looking over my shoulder it was the expression on his face that allowed me to breathe.

He was in awe.

Not that my ass was grade A as far as asses go, it was because he was doing something he never thought he’d do and until now he hadn’t realized how much he wanted to do it. “Mine,” he growls, parting me with both hands. I don’t say anything, I just watch him. Okay so I am watching him
and
his cock because that thing wants back in badly. It is twitching and straining to get back to me and I love it. No man has ever wanted me this badly or can leave me speechless like this one can. “What is this on your ass?” he asks, rubbing my cheek.

“What is what on my ass?” I ask, craning to see what has his attention.

“This dimple,” he pauses. “Or dimples?”

“Christ,” I moan dropping my face into the pillow.

“I like it,” he says, rubbing both cheeks now.

“You like cellulite?” I offer with a bit of attitude.

“If that’s what this is, then yeah, I do.”

Using his fingers to poke at it I lose it. “Oh my god, stop poking at it and fuck me already!”

“You’re embarrassed. Why?”

“You are staring at the cellulite on my ass, Loyal, of course I’m embarrassed.” I snap at him.

Not one to be outdone he digs his fingers in and pulls me back toward him. “My dick could split you in two I’m so fucking primed right now. You’re embarrassed for no reason. This ass and everything on it is fucking hot, woman. You’re perfect so get the hell over being embarrassed and get back down on your knees.”

“Well when you put it that way, fine.” I mumble, assuming the positions and hoping he stopped staring.

“Hard?” he asks me, taking himself in hand and getting in position behind me.

“Is there any other way? Give me all you’ve got, warrior.” I dare him and then the breath died in my throat when he did.

Once he slides in, I hold on for dear life. Burying my face into the cushion to muffle my screaming, it isn’t until he pulls my hair back hard, that I hear what he was saying. “Want to hear you scream,” he growls, spanking my ass. In return I push back into him letting him hear it and have it. “Louder,” he says, spanking me again, still pulling my hair. Look, there’s getting fucked then there is getting
fucked.
This was the latter.

When his breathing starts to deepen, he releases me in favor of my hips again. Semi sitting up I reach my arms behind me to hold onto his neck. Bouncing tits, my leg flab rippling and cellulite on my ass, I have never felt so free as I do right now.

“Perfect,” he says, gripping me harder “Need to unload inside you,” he moans into my ear then bites down.

“Give it to me!” I scream loud, real fucking loud.

“Gonna give it all to you, woman.”

Now normally ‘woman’ wouldn’t do it for me, but when he says it? Blast off! Feeling it happen I let it take me and watch and listen as it takes him too. Just before he comes hard he roars, “
My
woman!” and I came again just because I could.

Minutes later I find myself on his chest with my hands linked with his. I don’t want to move, I don’t want this to end, but mostly I don’t want him to regret it. But I should have given the man more credit, because when he says quietly, “You must love me a lot.” I wish he understood how much.

‘Men are liars. We'll lie about lying if we have to.’

~Tim Allen

Exhausted, I leave her to sleep on the couch while I call Rio. He needs to know what went down with this new letter and reading it to him got me worked up all over again with no outlet. He was growling, I was growling even louder. We both wanted to hide her away somewhere but she was right, I couldn’t take her away from what she loved and she wasn’t a quitter. Which meant for her to continue working, I’d have to be more diligent. With this letter I realized no matter where I took her there was a chance she could be found. Whoever this is finds her far too easily for my peace of mind. This was his territory, not mine. I was at a disadvantage. Before hanging up I told him to look into fire power. No way was I going to be weaponless for this shit.