Simple Need (6 page)

damp heat radiated from between her legs. Her breasts were heavy with arousal, her nipples tingled and throbbed, erect, as if reaching toward him,

begging to be tweaked and teased. Silently asking for that piercing.

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as her gaze followed him. She couldn’t remember ever being so fascinated with a man before.

“Anything I can do to help?”

He turned that devastating grin on her, and it froze in place, then dropped altogether, along with his jaw. His eyes darkened slightly until the

ice turned to blue flame. The air between them smoldered, crackled. “No, I’ve got it.” His words were uttered through clenched teeth and he turned

away from her with obvious reluctance, but not before she saw his instant hard-on. “Do you, uh… do you want me to make some coffee?”

“Maybe later.” She usually drank at least two cups every morning, but she didn’t seem to need it this particular morning.

“Just let me know. Why don’t you have a seat and things’ll be ready in just a second.”

“Would you like me to put my jeans on?”

“No. I’d rather you be naked.”

He said it over his shoulder, his voice a bit gruff. She smiled and debated taking the shirt off. Would he really want her to eat naked? Would

she? “Will you… will you take it off me?”

She didn’t have to ask twice. He put down the plate of waffles and was in front of her in less than a heartbeat. Lust-filled eyes glinted down at

her and warm hands traveled up her thighs to the hem of the shirt. Shivers coursed up and down her spine at his caressing touch. He slid the soft

cotton up over her ass and hips, over her belly and breasts, and she raised her arms so he could lift it off over her head. She’d left the panties on the bed and was suddenly glad she’d done so. The backs of his fingers trailed over the skin of her ass and around to her lower stomach, lower still to

the hairless mound between her legs.

“I love that you’re smooth here. It’s so sweet and soft and sexy,” he murmured, his gaze following the movement of his hands and fingers.

“You’re beautiful naked and aroused.”

“Only then?” She was having a hard time standing and had to reach out and grab hold of the nearest counter to steady herself. She wanted to

spread her legs for him, feel those fingers slide through her slit and bury themselves inside her. She wanted to ride his hand to orgasm and then

lick his fingers clean for him. She wanted to do anything and everything she’d ever fantasized about and she wanted to experience it all with him.

“I think you know better than that. If not, we need to go back to the bar and start all over.” His hands kept moving from her thighs and hips up

to her breasts and down to her sex. “I used a condom this morning,” he murmured.

“Yes.” His hand cupped her, but didn’t open her, simply let the wetness from the outer lips coat his palm. She moved her hips slightly forward

then back, rubbing herself against him. She wanted him to sink inside her and she didn’t care what he used, she just wanted…

“Do I have to again?”

“I’m on the Pill.” There was more to things like this these days though and she knew that.

He nodded. “I’m clean, I swear I am. I’ve been tested in the last few months but I’ll go do it again for you tomorrow to prove it.” He squeezed

her in his hand and one finger slipped inside her pussy. “I’ll wear the condoms. For you. But god, I want to feel this on my bare skin, my bare cock.

”

This
was emphasized by a curling of the digit against her G-spot. She gasped and wrapped her hand around his wrist and began to fuck herself

on his hand. He leaned down and planted a hard kiss to her lips and pulled out of her. He sucked his finger between his lips. She was going to

come right there without him even touching her. Where had this woman she was becoming been hiding?

He cleared his throat. “Go have a seat over at the bar.”

There was more to come, she was sure of it. She slowly let go of the counter and went to settle herself on a barstool. She was both frustrated at

his having stopped touching her and grateful for the cushioned seat against her bare bottom. He’d turned back to his tasks, opened the waffle iron,

took more waffles out, and put them on a platter. “It smells wonderful.” And it did. She was having a hard time now that he’d walked away, deciding which she wanted first and more… the food or the man.

“Thanks. It’s my own recipe. I’ve been told I make great breakfasts. I can’t do much else in the kitchen beyond sandwiches and opening beer

bottles.”

He placed bacon on a paper towel to drain before he put it on the platter and placed it in front of her. He stepped back to grab the tub of butter.

She was suddenly famished and ready to dig in by the time he joined her.

He turned his eyes on her and raked her body up and down, every inch, leaving a fiery trail behind. “Dig in, baby, and eat as much as you want

’cause I intend for us to work it off.”

Heat flooded her cheeks at his lascivious grin and the images forming in her mind.

He put three waffles on her plate and four on his own, followed by a few slices of bacon for each of them. She’d never eaten three waffles in all

her life, but damn, they smelled heavenly. He used butter heavily and lots of syrup, and when he offered to pour syrup on hers, she declined with

her hands over her plate. She’d like to actually taste the food and not just the liquid sugar.

“Sorry it took me so long, you know, in the shower and all. I checked my cell after I got out and had a few voice mails and missed calls.” She

buttered her waffles and poured less than half the amount of syrup over them that he had. The first bite was heaven and she moaned around the

chewing of it. Vanilla, citrus flavors, and something else she couldn’t figure out burst in her mouth, but it was likely the best waffle she’d ever had.

It had slight crunch on the outside, but was soft and fluffy on the inside. He really was good at this.

“No problem. Everything okay?”

He spoke around a mouthful of waffles and damn if she didn’t find that sexy about him, too. Everything he did only made her want him more.

She wanted to have lunch with him, drink a beer with him, watch a game on television curled up next to him. She wanted to spend time with him

and she wondered at that, given that she’d just been dumped. Was she trying to replace one person with another? As she looked at him, she dismissed the idea as absurd. She wasn’t replacing her old lover with Vinter, she was simply following her gut.

Her gut. It was finally speaking to her. About fucking time, too.

“Yeah. They were from… him.”

“Dumbass.” He muttered the word under his breath as he took another bite of waffles, this time with a bite of bacon as well.

She just smiled at his comment and continued eating her own breakfast. With each subsequent bite, her opinion about the waffles didn’t change. Would he share the recipe? Would he trade for it? She’d be willing to perform any sexual favor for him in exchange for it. She smiled inwardly at the thought. Doing anything sexual for him or with him was reward enough, waffle recipe or no waffle recipe.

“Why did he call?”

She caught a bit of syrup on the tip of her tongue that was about to fall from the end of her fork. “Wanted to talk. Said he felt bad about how

things ended.”

“From what you said,
things
didn’t end, he ended them. And he should feel bad. He deserves to have his sorry ass kicked. You don’t break up

with a woman in a text message. That’s just fucking cowardly.”

As he spoke, his hands had fisted, one around the fork, the other on his thigh. Tension floated off his body in waves. His cock was rock-hard

beneath his jeans too. He was angry and he wanted sex. Lust spiked through her, settling between her legs. The delicious waffles, forgotten.

“Vinter.”

She said his name softly and he turned his head. Purposely, she lifted her fork over one breast and let the syrup drip down on her flesh. “Fuck

me.”

It was the first time she’d been so bold without him coaxing her into it and he took the offering without hesitation. “Spread your legs, and hook

your feet into the bottom rungs.”

He
wanted
her spread wide and it was exhilarating, freeing. And then he dropped to his knees and buried his face against her pussy. Lips and

teeth and tongue all conspired to drive her insane from the moment he touched her. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, then pulled her ass toward him, fully latching on to her cunt lips. He sucked and nipped and licked.

When he lifted his head, his mouth was glistening with her juices. “Lick that syrup off your tit. Let me see your tongue on your skin, on your

nipple.”

Oh man. The way the word tit rolled off his tongue, so smooth, so naughty had her sex tingling in need. This was something else she hadn’t

done before.

“Do it. Show me the naughtiness in you. Give me everything, Elise.”

She did. She so wanted to show him what he wanted, what he was asking. She so wanted to give him everything he spoke of and then some. She

lifted her breast in her hand and lowered her head, her tongue snaking out, licking at the stickiness. It was sweet, but with his eyes burning hot, it

was sweeter in more ways than one.

She took her nipple between her teeth and pulled on it, tugged on it, drew it into her mouth and suckled. Arousal slid down low through her

belly and flooded her wide-open pussy and she wiggled.

“Oh yeah, baby. That’s beautiful. Now, don’t let go of it until I say.”

With her mouth full, she couldn’t answer in any way other than to nod her head. Her nipple pebbled, firmed, and when she teased it, she moaned in pleasure.

“Bite down on it. Yeah, just like that. So sexy. Damn girl, you’re bad. I love it.”

He slowly lowered his gaze back to her sex. His teeth captured her clit and he worried it between them as she worried her nipple between her

teeth. The double-teaming of pleasure zones was overwhelming.

He held her in place with his hands on her thighs and she writhed against his mouth, seeking more pressure. The harder he ate at her, the harder she bit and tugged and laved on her nipple.

Erotic. Hot. That’s what it was, two mouths working on her, pushing her toward an orgasm. It was even hotter that one of the mouths was her

own. She lowered her gaze downward and found him watching her. They kept their eyes locked on each other even as she began to rock her hips. It

felt so good, so torturous. Her other hand went to her other breast and her fingers plucked at the nipple. She issued a moan that he mirrored when

his gaze shifted between her teasing play.

And the teasing was too much. She squealed and bucked on the barstool, grateful for the bar at her back. Her breathing became shallow and her

hips and ass and stomach moved in an undulating motion until she tensed, feeling the release flow between his mouth below and hers above, and

it was like an invisible thread that ran between her nipples and her clit. The thread was pulled tight, then it was let go, and pleasure flooded her.

She let go of her nipple when the wave crashed over her and she gasped for air. It was all she could do not to slide right off the stool, grateful again that her legs were anchored.

Her clit throbbed in pleasure and pain between his teeth until the pain and sensitivity began to take over. She pushed at his head and he lifted

away, only to drop her legs and pull her down to the ground with him. She was straddling his thighs and he held her poised over his cock.

“Say it now, Elise. Condom? Your choice. But make it quick, baby.”

Shit. He said he was clean, said he would take the test first thing to prove it. Double devils worked her mind, one against the other. Should she

or shouldn’t she? Fuck. She peered down at him, her gut answering her. Again. She’d given him her trust from the moment she met him. She impaled herself on his cock, slow and steady, feeling each barbell rake against her ultrasensitive skin. They stretched her in a different way, her

flesh accommodating them, zings of pleasure filling her.

His mouth claimed hers and she didn’t care anymore when he’d done it. The taste and musky scent of her pussy assaulted her. It was His mouth claimed hers and she didn’t care anymore when he’d done it. The taste and musky scent of her pussy assaulted her. It was intoxicating and she devoured him, sucking on his tongue, making him groan.

With his arms wrapped around her, he shifted them around until he could lay her back on the floor. Then his cock pistoned inside her, thrusting, fucking. He pushed in, pulled out, then pushed in again. He wasn’t slow or gentle with her. No, he was hard and unrelenting, forcing her

to focus only on him.

His arms pressed into the ground on either side of her head and he lifted himself up, looking down on her. Oh yeah, he was so fucking beautiful. The colors of his tattoos stood out brightly, more so than previously in the post-haze of her orgasm. She loved to look at him. She loved

fucking him.

His eyes once again connected with hers and he stiffened, a primal look on his face with his lips pulled back over his teeth. He looked animalistic, dangerous as he came.

“Oh yeah. So good. So goddamned good,” he ground out.

And it was. It was the best sex she’d ever had. Well, that wasn’t true. The sex with him earlier had been the best as well. So had the dry humping outside the bar last night.

He leaned down and kissed her softly as he pulled out. Fingers dipped between her legs, swirling in the mess of their cream, and then those

same fingers were at her mouth. She opened eagerly and sucked down every drop of saltiness. He kept it up for a few minutes, scooping juices and

feeding them to her, all the time smiling at her. They tasted fabulous together.