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

by Tory Richards

  We all plowed out the door, except for Rock and Hawk. They usually stayed behind after church to discuss whatever the fuck it was they discussed. BK and Painter usually grabbed a sweetbutt, something I would normally do, too, and took them to their rooms so they remained in the clubhouse, while I went to the bar out front. I needed a drink, and sat down on the first bar stool that was available.

  “Whiskey!” I ordered, making eye contact with Joanne. I threw the first one back and she refilled it immediately without my having to ask. My gaze fell to her tits, which were popping out of the red dress she was wearing. It was a natural reaction, and she would have been disappointed if I hadn’t looked. Her lazy smile held an invitation I’d taken her up on many times before, but it didn’t do anything for me now. My dick didn’t even wake up and notice.

  He was obviously being faithful to Daisy.

  Snake stepped behind the bar and motioned her over to send her on a break. Once she’d disappeared, he came down to where I was sitting. “No offense, brother, but Joanne’s easier on the eyes.”

  He gave me the finger. “The girls are on their way back.”

  Thank fuck. I needed to see Daisy, needed to have her in my sight so that I knew she was safe. It had been all I could do to let her go with the girls. Let her go, I thought to myself, as if I had the authority to stop her. But I knew two prospects would be tailing them, and being in a group of six or so chatty women was a hellava lot safer than going somewhere alone.

  After spa days, the old ladies usually stopped off there at the club to see the reactions from their men. The club was full of beautiful women, but a day of pampering seemed to add a little extra zing to their confidence. They liked strutting their new looks, teasing their men like cats in heat until they were swept off their feet and whisked to a private room, only to emerge later looking breathtakingly beautiful in a disheveled, flushed, satisfied way.

  I couldn’t imagine Daisy looking any more beautiful than she already was.

  “Big John!”

  I swung toward the direction of the stripper pole. Lucy was humping it during her routine, completely naked, smiling brightly at me after getting my attention. My gaze went down her skinny body. The only thing she really had going for her were her tits. As if reading my thoughts, she turned my way and shook them before palming them and running her hands over them, something she liked to do when she was riding me. I knew she was trying to get a rise out of me, and she may have once before. But she didn’t hold a candle to the woman who’d just entered my line of vision.

  As if an alarm had gone off, my gaze shifted from Lucy to Daisy. She’d just stepped into the bar with the others and hadn’t seen me yet. Fuck, she looked fresh and happy, almost relaxed. Her long, silky hair fell down her back, some of it down the front and curling around a large tit. She had on another one of her sweaters that hugged her curves like I wanted to at that moment. It occurred to me that she hadn’t done much to alter her appearance except for adding little more makeup than usual.

  She was fucking hot.

  And my dick was rising to the occasion.

  I threw back the rest of my drink, slammed my glass down onto the counter, and left the stool. As I walked across the room toward her, she glanced up and met my eyes. Her mouth parted, my gaze dropping there as I thought about devouring those glistening lips, watching my prey sink her teeth into her bottom lip as if she were worried about something. She should be worried. Because I was going to consume her.

  I saw her swallow hard.

  I watched her nipples bead.

  She looked towards the old ladies who’d moved on without her as if her protection had deserted her.

  That’s right, baby, be afraid.

  Because you’re my prey and I’m the predator who’s going to fucking own you.

  Chapter 25

  Daisy

  The look on Big John’s rugged face looked positively lethal. It was hard to gage the emotions running through him, but I sensed they were primal and out of control. I compared the dangerous aura surrounding him to a lion on the prowl, sensing that his mate was close by. He was stalking toward me, in lazy strides, his eyes simmering with dark, sensual heat that sent a ripple of excitement through me. As he closed the distance between us I watched his nostrils flare, and I grew wet with the knowledge that he was as turned on as I was.

  Swallowing hard, I glanced over in time to see Jasmine and the other women disappear through the door leading to the clubhouse, fighting the urge to call them back. Why were they leaving me alone and vulnerable against a man who all he had to do to make me come undone was to simply look at me? Suddenly the earlier events of the day no longer mattered. I’d had time to calm down, and my conversation with the women had alleviated my fears that he just wanted me for sex. I’d grown a better understanding of Big John, and the rest of the men of the club, and how hard it’d been for them to let someone close to them.

  They’d assured me that Big John wanted me, and to give him time. They’d each gone through their own personal hell before their men had claimed them, too. Club life wasn’t for everyone, it was dangerous and unpredictable, and most of the men hadn’t wanted to bring a woman into it. The sweetbutts’ took care of their needs.

  I was willing to give Big John the time he needed to see that we had something more than just a sexual need for each other. I knew that deep down he felt something more for me, and I couldn’t deny that I cared for him. It was a beginning. And he was right, we needed to get to know each other. But the savage expression on his face now revealed that he didn’t care about anything but claiming me in the most raw and basic way. As the wetness grew between my legs I knew that I was all for that.

  When he finally reached me I thought he’d take my arm and haul me to the back but he didn’t. He wrapped a big hand around my neck, sliding beneath the fall of my hair, and jerked me against him for a rough kiss. My heart hammered in my chest, and swirls of sharp arousal fluttered in my lower belly. I opened my mouth eagerly, letting his tongue dart inside to claim mine. He tasted like smoky heat, whiskey and man. And as he ground his mouth over mine his arm slipped around my waist, holding me tightly.

  I moaned. And moaned again, arching into the solid bar behind his zipper. He felt like freaking stone, granite, something harder, throbbing with life against me. My hands roamed up Big John’s arms, clenching into his flexing muscles before losing my fingers in his thick hair. I think we both went a little mad, forgetting where we were until he slowly ended the kiss with a series of small, tender nips.

  “The women explain why I fucked up?” he rasped down at me, our eyes clinging.

  “They came up with some kind of crap about how you men are all alphas and don’t like to admit that you need anyone.” I couldn’t help it, I leaned forward and bit down on his sexy bottom lip. His grunt when he jerked back was my reward, and only made me smile. “How did you know?”

  A slow grin came over his mouth. “I know them. I’m sure I was the topic of conversation today.”

  “You’re so conceited,” I laughed, wondering why I couldn’t stay mad at him. “There was plenty else to talk about, too.”

  “Like what, baby?” He ran his mouth along the side of my neck. “Fuck, you smell good. I want to eat you up.”

  “Get a room!”

  We both looked in the direction of the bar. Big John gave Snake the finger and then he was reaching for my hand and pulling me behind him to the club house. A quick glance around the room didn’t produce any of the old ladies, or Jasmine. A few of Big John’s brothers were around, as well as two sweetbutts. I avoided their eyes most of all because I knew that they resented my being there. Jasmine had admitted that she’d received the cold shoulder from some of them, too, but she didn’t give a fuck, her words, not mine.

  “Big John,” He was walking so fast that I could barely keep up. “Slow down,” I laughed, pulling back on my arm.

  He swung around so fast that I caught my breath. The next thing I knew he
had me up against the wall and he was grinding his mouth against mine with an animal-like sound. “Slow isn’t in my vocabulary when I want you, and I fucking want you now,” he growled, pulling back. We were both breathing heavy. “You feel that, baby?” He rubbed his hard-on against me.

  Oh, God, yes! I moaned loudly and rolled my head back against the wall, closing my eyes. “You don’t play fair,” I complained. “We need to talk.” We had things to settle between us if we were going to make this work.

  “Talking can come later,” he grumbled, sucking on the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “I need to be inside you fucking now.” He pulled back meeting my eyes. His expression was wild with arousal, causing an instant reaction in my core. “Either we go to my room or I fuck you right here, up against the wall. I can’t wait much longer.”

  I believed him. “Your room,” I whispered, glad that I made that decision when Cooper came walking down the hallway with a smirk on his handsome face. Big John didn’t so much as acknowledge him and Cooper just continued past.

  “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” He picked me up and I did as he said, and then he was walking us down the hall, and up the stairs to his room. He gave the door a kick. It went flying back against the wall. He gave it another kick to close it, and then he was lowering me to the bed and covering me with his big body.

  He didn’t waste any time in attacking my mouth, jaw and neck with his while his hands busied themselves with seeking out my curves beneath my sweater. His hands were rough and warm, and stimulated my flesh until I was covered with goosebumps. I quivered beneath him, arching into his erection, straining against his caresses, as I let my hands roam wherever I could over his hard body.

  A grunt of frustration, and then Big John was lifting my sweater and pulling it over my head. I saw a flash as it went flying toward the side somewhere. My bra followed, and then his hands went to the waist of my pants. He gave them a violent yank down until they caught on my shoes, but a quick pull had them coming off too and then I was naked.

  I held my breath as his hot gaze moved over me, missing nothing. His eyes were smoldering, lingering on my breasts, and pussy. The girls, well, mainly Jasmine, had talked me into having it shaved completely and I was glad that I had, going by the look in Big John’s stare. His nostrils flared as if he was taking in my scent. He slipped off his cut, and removed his shirt. My gaze dropped to his hands when he began to undo his pants. I licked my lips, anticipation keeping me wet and needy. Slowly he undid the snap and pulled the zipper down, his massive cock parting the material and making an entrance.

  I caught my breath at the beauty of it. Long, and meaty, the velvety skin stretched tight over the ridges and veins that rubbed against my insides when he was pumping into me. As Big John moved off the bed to remove his boots and jeans I watched as a tiny drop of pre-cum dripped onto the floor. Naked, he took his cock into his hand and gave it a few jerks. I couldn’t take my eyes off his movements, watching as another pearl of pre-cum filled the slit at the head. I wiggled to the edge of the bed and opened my mouth. Realizing what I wanted, he moved closer to the bed and offered me his shaft.

  In my position, it was easy to swallow him. The salty, creamy taste of his cum tantalized my taste buds as it coated my tongue, and I swallowed eagerly like a hungry bird. He groaned loudly, and I glanced up to see his head thrown back with pleasure as I ran my tongue over his length. His harsh breathing told me that he liked what I was doing. As I sucked and grazed my teeth over his thickness he reached forward and played with my clit.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re wet down there.” He flicked over my sensitive nub, and then I felt his fingers sink into my wetness I bowed up high in pleasure. His other hand reached for my breasts, squeezing and massaging the quivering globes. “Someday soon I’m going to come all over these tits.”

  The rough rasp of his voice turned me on. With Big John’s cock in my mouth, one hand at my pussy and the other on my breasts, I was on the cusps of exploding around him. Then without warning he pulled away from my mouth. He covered my body with his and cupped the side of my face, looking deep into my eyes. Our harsh pants melded into one.

  “Tell me how you want it, baby. How you want me taking your nice, pink cunt.”

  I whimpered. “Hard and fast and deep, Big John. I want you inside me, just you. I need to feel you. I want your cum inside me.”

  He lost it after that. I don’t know what came first, his savage kiss or his savage possession. All I know was that he was growling deep, like an animal in the throes of passion, thrusting his tongue into my mouth as fast and as sharp as his cock was entering my body. I relished in his possession, and there was no experience that rivaled the feel of his huge cock filling me, the feel of skin on skin, and the sound of our bodies slapping together.

  He hooked an arm beneath my knee and pulled my leg up and over his hip, which gained him even deeper access to my body. Every grunt, every thrust, I felt it to my very soul. I ran my hands over his impossibly sculptured form, over his wide shoulders and down his back before clenching my fingers into his taut buttocks. “Big John!” I cried.

  I raked my nails up and down his back, tearing at his skin and feeling him stiffen. He grunted, turning rougher. Kissing and biting his way down my chest to my breasts. When he reached them he massaged them with the scruff on his face, and then he was suckling my nipples and tugging on them hard. I felt my orgasm nearing the surface, and tried to hold back the ultimate taste of heaven before I was ready. I wanted to prolong my release, because the journey there felt so damned good.

  I didn’t want it to ever end.

  “Come for me, baby,” Big John groaned around the nipple in his mouth. He rolled the bud around on his tongue before tugging on it hard. “Put some fucking cum on my dick.”

  I felt a hand move down to my pussy, and then his thumb was flicking my clit. Between that and the head of his cock hitting my G-spot I came undone, screaming out my orgasm. “Oh, God!” I moaned sharply, arching and shaking wildly beneath him. I twisted my hands into the sheet beneath us, whimpering and crying out every time my body convulsed with release.

  “That a girl,” Big John panted, continuing to thrust through my orgasm. “I need a taste.”

  Without warning he pulled his cock from me and moved down my body, covering my pussy with his mouth. His tongue entered me and he began to noisily lap up my cream. His slurping noises and groans over my sensitive sex kept me quivering beneath him, but it was when he took my clit into his mouth and sucked on it hard that I climaxed a second time. I couldn’t contain my scream as I lost complete control, bucking and twisting against Big John’s talented mouth.

  Again, his tongue entered my pussy as he lapped up my cum. And then he was climbing up my body and locking his wet, slick mouth onto mine. I moaned with pleasure, tasting myself on his lips and he didn’t waste any time in thrusting his slick tongue inside and fucking mine.

  “Taste that sweetness, baby?” he asked after breaking contact. “I could fucking live on it,” he growled, licking my bottom lip.

  I could feel his cock, hot and throbbing, right over my sex. I strained up into it, trying to get it to slip inside my body where I needed it. He was slowly driving me mad. “Big John, please, fuck me!” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. His laugh was rough and slightly merciless. “Give it to me, NOW!” In frustration, I chomped down on his lip.

  He grunted. “Fuck, you’re in for it now.”

  He flipped me over onto my stomach. I knew what Big John wanted but before I could even move into position he was taking control. He pulled me to my knees, which put my butt high into the air. His hands massaged over my cheeks, squeezing and parting them, his thumbs brushing over the tiny opening of my anus. I whimpered every time, twitching forward a little, but always coming back for more.

  His hand moved between my legs and I felt a finger brush over my slit before parting the folds and moving over my labia. I knew that I was dripping, and Big John proved it by bringing tha
t same finger up to my anus. I felt him coating the small sphere, circling it with slick moisture and going gently inside slightly, and then he was slipping a finger deep inside me. I sucked in a breath, feeling my pussy clench at the erotic intrusion.

  “You think you can take my dick back here?”

  I knew that I could. I brushed away the thought of the last time I’d been taken there, refusing to let Paul ruin the good that was happening between Big John and me. “Yes.”

  He groaned, gently thrusting his finger in and out. “You know how much the thought of my dick claiming you here turns me on?” His tone revealed that he didn’t expect a response from me. It was as if he were voicing his thoughts. “I want to claim you everywhere, baby. Your mouth, your cunt, your ass, every hole so that you know who you belong to. You’re mine, Daisy.” He added another finger. “This is mine.” I felt his lips on one cheek. “You know that, right?” He asked right before biting down on me.

  “Yes, Big John,” I said, lost in the bliss surrounding me. “I belong to you.” I wanted to belong to him, and only him. “I need your cum inside me,” I half whispered, not understanding why I felt so strongly about it. Having his cum inside me, I don’t know, maybe it would feel like he was really claiming me, putting his mark on me, and that it was more than just the words he was saying.

  “Yeah, baby,” he said gruffly, pulling his fingers out of me. “I’m going to fuck this ass soon, but right now I need your tight pussy.”

  I felt him align the head of his cock up to my opening, running it up and down my slit a few times before parting the lips of my sex and penetrating me completely. I released a long, deep, moan and closed my eyes, savoring the fullness inside me. And then Big John moved, and I was feeling the earth shake. He pounded into me without mercy, going deep with every thrust and filling me to capacity. I felt his hard muscle glide against the soft walls inside me, scratching an itch only he could scratch.