What He Wants (Book 3 after Phantom Riders MC-Hawk and No Mercy)

by Tory Richards

  “Ride me, baby.”

  His hands were at my waist, and before long I was doing just that. Each time I sank down onto his length I ground my clit against his loins. It felt like a tight bubble getting ready to burst. So sensitive that it was almost painful, but I knew that the end result would be worth it. As I moved down, Big John thrust up, meeting me halfway, our eyes locking with passion and promises, before his flickered down to my breasts. He reached up and palmed them, running his thumb over the erect nipples. I threw my head back and shivered wildly.

  “You have beautiful tits,” he said roughly, massaging them. He tugged on them, persuading me to lean over him so that they were dangling close to his mouth. My orgasm was right there, ready to tip over the edge, getting the push it needed when he began to lick and bite at my swollen flesh.

  “Awwwwwwwww!” I cried out, twitching uncontrollably as I tightened around his cock and exploded. “Ohmygod!”

  He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, adding longevity to the intensity and the convulsions that were claiming my body. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled me down flush against his torso and climaxed against my cervix. I was surprised at the power of his ejaculations with the condom between us, surprised that I could feel each one. When it was over, and there was nothing left but our heavy breathing in the room, we just lay there with our own thoughts.

  “You okay?” I asked him some time later, because he’d asked me that before.

  A short bark of laughter caused his body to shake beneath me. “I’m good. A little sore.”

  I pulled back to meet his eyes. “From the fight, or was I that rough?” I teased.

  “Cute.” I started to move off him, but he stopped me. His hand traveled down my back to my butt, taking a handful. “God, baby, I’ll take a woman like you any day over a skinny woman with huge plastic tits, too much makeup, and over-sprayed hair.”

  I snorted, realizing that he was referring to the women at his club. “They were good enough for you before.”

  “Their pussies were,” he clarified, being brutally blunt. “That’s all I wanted from them. Relief from club shit. Relief from war, from fighting, from one too many close calls.”

  I thought about what Big John was saying. Audra and the other old ladies had taken the time to tell me a little bit about how things worked in their club. They’d explained why the men needed sweetbutts, and how important they were in relieving the daily stress for the brothers. They were there willingly, for all the brothers, even the married ones, though most of the ones who had old ladies didn’t stray.

  “What makes me different?” I needed to know.

  “You’ve got some serious curves, and I like them.” He took a breast in his hand. “I like that your tits are real.” He smoothed his hand over my hair. “Your hair is like shimmering silk, and I like that it’s long enough to wrap around my hand when I’m fucking you.” He twisted a hand in the length and pulled my head back so he could look at me. “I love the fire in your green eyes, and those full fucking lips. I love how you taste. You’re a natural beauty. You’re the first civilian woman I’ve wanted in a fucking long time.”

  I couldn’t deny that his words warmed me and turned me on at the same time. I knew what he meant by ‘civilian’ now, thanks to my brief education during my stay there. “How long, Big John?”

  He thought for a minute. “Since I was in my early twenties, and I’m thirty-seven now.”

  Oh. That made me feel special, yet I still couldn’t help but worry about what was happening between us. We weren’t exactly doing the normal dating thing. No, the intense sexual attraction between us had taken front seat to everything else.

  I quivered when his cock slipped out of me, brushing against my still-swollen sex. A slight nudge from Big John, and I rolled to the side of him. As he had the last time, he got up, removed the condom, and disappeared. A few seconds later I heard the toilet flush, and then he returned. I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming over his impressive body, which was a visual stimulant for the senses. Instinctively, I reached for the sheet when I saw that he was examining my nakedness, too.

  His mouth turned down with a look of distaste. “Your ex make you self-conscious?” He rubbed his hand up and down his well-defined chest.

  I swallowed, nodding. “Good guess.”

  “He sounds like a prick,” he growled, scooping up his jeans.

  “He was,” I agreed, watching him slip them on without underwear.

  “How long were you married?” He left his jeans undone, making his way back towards me, sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “Too many damned years. I divorced him a year ago.”

  His expression was casual, so it came as a surprise when a moment later he suddenly snatched the sheet from my hands. I gasped, and then found myself dragged onto his lap with his arms around me.

  “What−”

  “Don’t ever cover yourself against me again, woman. There’s not a fucking thing wrong with your body. You got me?”

  While Big John spoke, his gaze moved over all of me. When his eyes returned to mine, I could see the truth in their dark orbs. His renewed arousal sent a thrill through me. I could see it in the dilation of his pupils, felt it in the movement beneath my butt.

  “You got me?” he asked again in a grittier tone. “You do it again and I’ll be forced to punish you.”

  A snort escaped me. “Punish me?” I laughed again. “Seriously? I’m an adult, Big John, you don’t get to punish me. And if I feel uncomfortable around you when I’m naked it’s because you’re not naked.” That was only half true. I was also uncomfortable because he also had the body of a God.

  “Is that the problem, baby?” He stood up, setting me on my feet, and began to peel his jeans off again. “There. Both naked. Now what about breakfast?”

  My mouth opened with shock. “Breakfast? While naked?”

  “Yep.” He took my hand and pulled me from the bedroom.

  “Big John, I just can’t walk around naked.” I tried to pull back, but he was much stronger than me. “It’s not in my nature.”

  He stopped and turned to me. “Have you ever tried it?” Of course not, I thought. “Because it’s very liberating, baby.” He pushed me gently against the wall. “It’s sexually stimulating, visually satisfying,” He pressed his body against mine, and I caught my breath when I realized that his cock was hard again. “It’s fucking convenient,” he finished in a sandpaper tone.

  “How is it convenient?” I whispered, my pulse throbbing. I already had an idea, because I was beginning to understand how he thought, but the wickedness in me wanted him to show me.

  “With no clothes,” he said with a sexy grin, “I can pick you up and fuck you anytime I want.” A visual of him picking me up and setting me on the kitchen counter caused a flush to spread across my body. “I can see that thought turns you on.”

  “You’re crazy,” I said, meaning it. Without warning his fingers were in my pussy, the wetness there aiding in making his entry easy, and proving that he wasn’t all that crazy. I gasped, and then whimpered, rolling my head back against the wall. “Big John−” In a flash he had total control over my traitorous body, and it didn’t occur to me to try and stop him. In fact, it was all I could do not to slink to the floor in weakness.

  “You’re so hot and wet, baby. You have a greedy little cunt. You see how it sucks my fingers inside, squeezes tight?” He leaned even closer, his breath against my face. “I bet your pussy wishes it was my dick inside right now.”

  Yes!

  I whimpered and trembled when his fingers raked over my G-spot at the same time that his thumb flicked my engorged clit. His cock was right there, the head brushing against the top of my mound, and I reached down for it. My fingers didn’t meet up when I curled my hand around him, but it didn’t prevent me from sliding them up and down, making him groan. Feeling slightly empowered, I squeezed his shaft, relishing in his shudder and the animalistic groan he e
mitted. He retaliated by adding another finger, and then there was three pumping into me, going in fast and deep, fast and hard.

  I climaxed hard, my cry cut off by Big John’s rough mouth. He slammed his lips down onto mine in a kiss that intensified my orgasm. As I convulsed, he held me firmly against the wall, pumping his cock in and out of the hold I had. As I realized that he’d taken over thrusting into my hand, I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. His grunt sounded loud above me, and a hand fell to my head where he clenched his fingers into my hair. It was a painful twist, but passion often turned to roughness and pain before transforming to earth-quaking pleasure.

  I swallowed as much of his cock as I could, until the head jabbed the back of my throat and I was forced to swallow or gag. The muscles in my throat tightened around his length, causing a hiss to leave Big John. I pulled back, releasing his cock with a pop, looking up to see the dark flush on his face and his half-closed eyes. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. With a smile I ran my tongue over the strong muscle that was bobbing in my face, feeling the veins and ridges lining it as it pulsed with blood. When I reached to where his shaft jutted out from his body, I gently took his balls into my mouth and rolled them around with my tongue.

  “Fuuucck!” he hissed with a shudder.

  Grinning inside, I worked my way back to his dripping cockhead, teasing the slit and running my tongue lovingly beneath the ridge that seemed to house a cluster of sensitive nerves, not unlike my G-spot. My administrations caused more pre-cum to gather in his slit. I lapped it up eagerly, and then closed my mouth over him, going deep. Big John’s breathing changed, growing faster and harsher, and he grabbed the back of my head to hold me in place.

  “You want to swallow my cum, babe?” I lifted my eyes to meet his, but his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. “Fucking let me know, because it’s coming!”

  I couldn’t speak, so I slipped my hand between his thighs to reach his ass, which was flexing nicely as he thrust into my mouth. I ran my finger up and down the crack, searching for the tiny sphere that I knew, if probed at the right time, could bring immense pleasure. When I found it I didn’t think twice about pressing my finger into it.

  “Fucking hell!” Big John yelled, and then he was coming, shooting streams of salty cum at the back of my throat. His hips thrust against my face for what seemed a long time, and I swallowed as fast as I could, sucking every drop that I could from his cock, until he was spent and shaking above me.

  The hand in my hair gradually unclenched. As he slipped from my mouth, I sat back on my heels and looked up at him. His expression reminded me of a wild animal, dark and raw, savagely beautiful. Glittering, half-dazed eyes captured mine as he coaxed me to my feet.

  “You’re some kind of woman.” He said it as a compliment. “A real keeper.”

  My eyes widened at that. “Oh, yeah? What does that mean exactly?” I melted a little inside at the slow, lazy grin that came across his face.

  “It means that you’re mine. You’re it for me.”

  “What if you’re not it for me?” I teased.

  His expression turned serious. “You don’t want to know.”

  My pulse fluttered. Serious Big John was scary. How had he switched his emotions so fast? One second he’d looked all relaxed and satisfied, the next he was hard and unforgiving. I’d been joking with him, but it was clear that he didn’t find the thought of him not being it for me funny. “Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be making those kinds of declarations? We hardly know each other. And right now it seems the only thing we have going between us is sex.”

  “That’s a good place to start,” he said with maddening calm. He reached for me, his big hand curling around my neck and pulling me flush against his hard body. “Why don’t we work on the other over breakfast?”

  I welcomed his kiss, unlike all his others. This one was slow and sensual, soft yet firm, coaxing my emotions to the surface. My nipples tightened, tingling, and I couldn’t believe that he was turning me on again so soon. It didn’t appear that we needed any downtime. As he slowly pulled back, his tongue licked over my bottom lip. The loud growl of hunger in my belly drowned out my sigh.

  Big John laughed. “Breakfast?”

  “I think it would be a good idea,” I agreed smiling. I was conscious of his gaze on my backside as he followed me into the kitchen. “What would you like?”

  “What have you got?”

  I glanced back to see that Big John had settled himself on one of the bar stools, looking tough and confident in his nudity. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off his defined pecs and washboard abs. “Oatmeal?” The face he made reminded me of the face a little boy would make. “Or I have yogurt.”

  “You better be fucking teasing me, woman,” he growled.

  I laughed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t usually eat a big breakfast.”

  “Then get dressed. We’re going to town to eat. I like a big breakfast.”

  Chapter 20

  Big John

  I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing anymore. That Daisy had her little hooks into me was evident. I wanted to spend time with her, and not just in the bedroom. That was an unusual feeling for me, but only confirmed that there was something different about the woman, something fucking special. Maybe I needed to fuck her out of my system. I snorted at the thought. I was well on my way, but every time I fucked her I wanted her more, not less.

  I wanted to own her ass completely.

  I was beginning to think that stupid shit, like having a future with a woman, as some of my brothers did, was within reach. I’d never wanted an old lady or a family. The Phantom Riders was all the family I needed. I trusted them and would die for them. They’d do the same for me. Having an old lady would only complicate shit. I wasn’t sure I wanted someone else to worry about, but telling Daisy that she was it for me had exposed my intentions.

  “So, tell me about Daisy Mae Flowers.”

  “How far back do you want me to go?”

  I liked the teasing quality of her husky tone. Her lightheartedness made me calm inside. “I’ll leave that up to you, babe.” I shot her a grin.

  “Well, I’m not very exciting. I was born and raised in Boston, and I lived there all my life until I moved here a year ago.”

  “So, you have family there.”

  She surprised me by saying, “No. If I did I wouldn’t be here. My grandmother raised me after my parents died in a house fire. I was staying with her the night that it happened.”

  “I’m sorry, babe.”

  She acknowledged with a slight nod. “She died a few years ago. The only thing I left behind in Boston was a bitter ex.”

  I gave her a look. “How long were you married?” The last time I’d asked her that question she’d been vague. This time I wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

  She sighed heavily. “Paul and I were married for almost six years. It wasn’t a good marriage, it was a messy divorce. I thank God we didn’t have any children.” I could hear the resentment in her voice. “I wanted a baby, once. But the longer Paul and I were together, the more I came to realize that a child would have only complicated our relationship.” She gave me a small smile. “Paul would have used any child we had as an anchor to keep me there.”

  I didn’t like the thoughts her comment put inside my head. It made Paul sound like he’d been a controlling fuck. Had he also been abusive? “He hit you?” I tried to keep my voice level.

  I could feel Daisy shut down as soon as the words were out of my mouth, and that told me a lot. “I think it’s time for you to tell me a little bit about you.” Her smile didn’t reach the shimmering green of her eyes, or disguise the sorrow she was trying to hide.

  I gave her a hard look. “Did the bastard hit you?” As the silence filled the cab of my truck I thought about pulling over.

  Finally, she admitted with reluctance, “Among other things.”

  What the fuck? “Explain, b
aby. What other things?”

  She sucked in a deep breath, for courage, I suspected, and released it on a noisy exhale. “Yeah, he liked to hit. But sex was his favorite tool of keeping me in my place. Beating me turned him on, and when I was too weak to fight him anymore, he’d, uh . . .”

  “Rape you?” I snarled between my teeth, saying what she couldn’t. I was going to find the fucker and kill him. I gave Daisy a quick look. She was just sitting there, staring out the window, her jaw tight. I clenched my hands around the steering wheel, rage simmering just beneath the surface.

  I wanted to fucking hit something.

  She’d been hurt. Degraded. But the fact she’d divorced the bastard, had started a new life and was sitting next to me now, showed me that she was strong and independent. She hadn’t let a shit situation beat her down beyond repair. I’d seen a lot of destruction over the years, people who’d let alcohol and drugs ruin them. But there were other kinds of damage the mind and body could be put through that were just as devastating.

  I reached over and took her hand in mind, linking our fingers. I couldn’t speak, too enraged by what she’d gone through at the hands of her ex. My blood was boiling. I was going to find the man and end him. “Why didn’t you turn him in?”

  She snorted. “Paul owns an upscale restaurant in the heart of downtown Boston, and his best friend is the police chief.” Fuck! She shrugged. “I figured I was just lucky to get out of there at all.”

  The fact that her ex and the police chief were best friends didn’t mean fuck to me, but I could understand why Daisy had thought the way that she had. She’d played it smart, and I couldn’t blame her for that. I pulled into the crowded parking lot of Willy’s Diner, parked the truck, and turned it off. Instant silence surrounded us. I pulled Daisy closer to me, then pushed my seat back so I could settle her on my lap. She straddled me without hesitation.

  “You’re not going to fuck me here in the parking lot,” she laughed softly, looking around us.