I Need You Now

by Cynthia P. O'Neill

  “Okay.” Her voice was small as she stepped away and grabbed her clothes. I began dressing.

  The movement of her body was perfect. I got hard again just watching her slip on her thong. She held the dress to her front and turned her back toward me. “I hate to ask this, but I’m going to need a little help lacing me back into the dress.”

  “Sure.” I put up an act of indifference, trying to separate myself from her, when all I really wanted was to throw the dress back down on the floor and spend more time inside her. I’d already taken her so hard that she’d feel me and dream about me for days, but my god, her scent was a direct connect with my crotch. I’d never been insatiable before, but it was easy with Vixen. I wanted more of her—no, I needed more of her! I needed her now!

  “Damn it!” I punched my fist into the covers. Just thinking of her made me blow another load.

  I decided I’d throw on my swim trunks, head down to the pool, and try cooling off there. Maybe a swim or meeting some other women would help me forget about Vixen and focus on the work I needed to do. Either way, it would help clear my mind.

  I WAS FUMING BY the time I got back to the condo. In one respect my uncle was right, it served no purpose to try and correct the figures in my files if they’d be corrupt again come Monday morning. Maybe the temporary guy’s background in accounting would be exactly what I needed to get ahead of things so I could find out who hated me enough to cause me so much grief.

  I glanced out my window toward the pool. It looked inviting and I’d missed out on a lot of personal time because of the mess at work lately. Then again, I haven’t had much sleep, either. The idea of a nap was more appealing. I headed toward the bedroom, removing my clothes along the way. The feel of the sheets was calling to me when I heard my new neighbor upstairs. “Holy fuck!” he cried out and started moaning.

  “Great!” I grumbled to myself. There was no way in hell I would stick around and listen to the new guy getting off with some woman. Truth be told, I used to love getting off listening to others doing it, but ever since him, I just couldn’t stand hearing people having sex, because all I craved was him inside me. I’d tried going back to the club and running scenes with other Doms, but no one was able to turn me on. I couldn’t go through with the scenes. My mind and my body now belonged to him, wherever he was.

  I went into the bathroom and liberally applied sunscreen to my skin. I wasn’t nearly as tan as I used to be and I knew I’d burn otherwise. I’d lost weight lately, thanks to work and my mind focusing on my cowboy, so I had to buy a new suit. My sister insisted I could pull off a bikini, when normally I’d wear a one piece. We compromised and I ended up with a black top and bottom that wore like a bikini, but gave me peace of mind with connecting loops holding the fabric in place at the top and bottom. I couldn’t wait to try it out to see how it looked with the new coloring in my hair.

  I still couldn’t believe how much I’d let the cowboy affect me. I’d dropped over 15 pounds in the past couple of months and had to buy all new clothes to fit. My sister knew I was pining away for a lost love and somehow managed to talk me into turning my dark brown hair lighter with some golden highlights. She’d claimed I needed a total makeover to lift my spirits.

  I glanced into the mirror. The new bathing suit fit wonderfully. It gave my average sized boobs some lift and provided the bonus of cleavage, while the bottoms hugged my ass perfectly. I loved how I looked in it. Maybe I’d run into one of the guys who lived in the building down by the pool. I needed to forget about my cowboy. He would always be a wonderful dream that was never meant to be.

  With a heavy heart, I grabbed my iPod, a beach towel, some sunscreen, and some sun glasses, then headed down to the pool. I was surprised to find the pool empty on such a beautiful day. I’d at least expected to find my sister down here sunning. It was her favorite thing to do since she’d left her husband, the cheating bastard, and decided to go at life on her own. Maybe she ended up at our uncle’s house, since they were having a family get together. I know I was invited, but I’d been keeping to myself lately. It was hard to be around happy people when your heart was breaking over a lost love.

  What the hell, girl? You can’t possibly love him after one night! My mind kept telling me it was all in my head, but I knew what I felt for my cowboy. I couldn’t deny that feeling, unless I was just in love with the idea of love, which was possible. All I know is what I feel, what I crave, and what I need from him. I wonder where he is right now?

  I picked a sunny spot right next to the pool. I found a nice selection of music that wasn’t about love, hoping it would deter my thoughts, and laid back on the chaise lounge. Despite the music filtering through my ear buds, my mind began to drift back to that night, thinking about my cowboy.

  I could feel my body in the sunlight, but my mind felt the coolness of the air conditioner as it danced across the sweaty sheen of my body. I was perched across his lap as his arms held me tight to his chest. We’d just finished round two on the couch and he was making sure we were both hydrated, sharing a couple bottles of water.

  I’d never felt so thoroughly fucked in all my life. When I’d been with other guys as a submissive or as a dominant, I was lucky to get one orgasm, maybe two if I was really fortunate, out of the exchange. But with him they just kept coming. He’d already managed to entice four or five out of me. I couldn’t keep count with my body feeling so alive and relaxed for the first time in years.

  “Here, drink this, love.” His voice was silky smooth, making me want to melt into him in a puddle of goo.

  I tried to take the bottle from him, but he wouldn’t have it. “Don’t try getting independent on me now, little subbie. You’re mine to take care of tonight. This is part of aftercare, so open up and let me be there for you.” His voice held the promise of discipline if I didn’t allow him to do his duties, so I opened and let him guide the water into my mouth.

  I was thoroughly embarrassed at how much water I drank. I’d never been this thirsty from sexual activities in all my life. I was surprised how my body responded to him and how I still craved more. I remember squirming on top of his lap and feeling his dick begin to harden underneath me. “Watch out, love, or you’ll awaken the beast again.”

  I’d stopped my movement, only to feel him harden further. A quirky half smile spread across his face as a few strands of hair loosened from his cowboy hat. It was too dim in the room and he was too sweaty to discern whether his hair was some shade of light brown, maybe caramel.

  He placed the empty water bottle down on the end table before cupping my face with his hand. His lips hovered just above mine. “I’ve never met anyone like you before; someone who can satisfy my ravenous need for sex.”

  I’d tried arguing. “But I’m not insatiable.”

  His tongue danced across my lower lip before his teeth latched on, nipping at me, teasing me to open my mouth. When I did, his tongue pushed forward, devouring me. I couldn’t help but surrender to his desires. I was putty in his hands, ready to be molded to his liking.

  “I beg to differ, little one.” He pulled his lips away from mine and gazed down at my crotch. That’s when I realized how wanton I really was. During the course of the kiss he’d managed to spread my knees and had his fingers inside my pussy. I looked down to see myself riding his hand with fervor and feeling my body slowly start to build with the need to come.

  My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. I was horrified at how reckless my behavior was. He seemed to read my mind. “It’s okay to give in to your sexual desires. You have certain needs and so do I. We seem to bring out the cravings in each other.”

  I could feel my legs part and my ass moving up and down, trying to recreate the feel of his fingers inside me. “We both have needs and I. Need. You. Now!” My sentiments exactly!

  I’d been so lost in the feel of his fingers deep inside me that I didn’t realize he’d shifted us over to the table, setting me on the edge, until I heard the rip of a foil packet and
felt the force of his massive size shove deep into me, catching me off guard. God, he felt amazing. Every thrust of his manhood rubbed right against my g-spot, driving me toward the beginning of another orgasm.

  A whimper escaped my mouth as I felt one hand palm my breast, while the other grabbed hold of my ass and pulled me onto him even further. I could almost swear he was trying to crawl up inside me.

  I felt myself ready to burst, letting my mind travel back to that moment I’d felt my soul connect with his, when I felt myself splashed with water.

  “What the hell?” I yelled out, waking from my stupor and looking over toward the pool.

  I started assessing the damage the splash had done. There’s nothing like ruining a girl’s day dreams. A little over half of my suit was soaked. My iPod had some water on it, but hopefully I could save it. My towel was off to the side and didn’t get drenched, thank goodness!

  I looked around to see water moving within the pool, just in time to see the jerk who’d caused such a mess. “Hey, asshole! Did you not see me lying here by the pool trying to sun? Thanks for getting me all wet.”

  The guy’s physique was amazing. His shoulders were huge, his arms and chest chiseled, reminding me a little of my cowboy, but this guy looked a little more ripped. His stomach was still under water, but it looked like he might be sporting a six-pack. If he wasn’t such an ass, having gotten me soaked, I’d give him a second glance. I wasn’t a huge fan of guys wearing an earring, but this guy managed to pull off a diamond stud and come off looking like a charmer. He was definitely hot, but no one seemed to match up to my dream guy.

  I watched as his hand wiped the water from his eyes and he slicked back his dark hair. A smile shot across his face. “I wasn’t the one getting you wet, honey. You were moaning up a storm when I came down here to cool off. Unless you wanted to keep turning me on, I thought it’d be best if I cooled you off.”

  Oh, shit! Please don’t tell me I was moaning and writhing out loud in the broad daylight. “What are you talking about?”

  He came over to the side of the pool, only a few feet away from me. His eyes were mesmerizing—a deep shade of emerald green, reminding me of my cowboy, but his demeanor was too cocky. “Let’s just say it’s a good thing I’m a gentleman or I’d have helped you get thoroughly flooded.”

  I never knew what someone meant when they said they could feel their blood boil, but I could feel mine. I was so angry with this jerk I was ready to throw something at him. Too bad I didn’t have anything hard enough to throw.

  I knew my skin was flushed with anger, as I raised my voice. “Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve never seen you around here. Do you even live in this building?” If he didn’t, then I’d report him for trespassing and call the police to have his royal hein-ass removed.

  His mouth drew up in a smirk as he extended his hand out to me. “I’m Nate, the new guy.”

  I began to extend my hand to his to shake it, when he added. “I just moved into 4C.” That’s when I pulled it away.

  I just laughed. “What’s your problem, woman?”

  “So much for us trying to wipe the slate clean to make a better second impression. You were ticked at me earlier, now I’m pissing mad with you.” I sat up on the side of the lounge chair and crossed my arms and my legs. I wouldn’t put up with his shit, no matter how attractive he was.

  He started laughing. “No fucking way! You’re the bitch below me? How can you be such an ass and a hottie all at the same time?”

  He was crass, I’d give him that. I watched in shock as his eyes traveled up and down my body while he licked his lips. I’d never been what you call big, but I hadn’t been small either, until lately. Ever since I started missing my cowboy, I just haven’t felt like eating, which is probably a good thing, considering I haven’t had time since taking over as manager of my department at work. Thankfully, my figure was looking better and my guess was that he approved.

  At first his leering was kind of cute, but now it was just getting creepy. Before I said anything, he’d asked, “Have we met somewhere before?”

  I shook my head. “No. I think I would’ve remembered meeting a jackass.”

  “It’s better than meeting a bitch,” he snapped back.

  Why was I letting this jerk push my buttons? And why in the hell did my body start responding to him? He was definitely an ass—arrogant, cocky, and rude—definitely NOT my type!

  “I’m not sure what you’re talking about—I haven’t met your ex-girlfriend.” The shock on his face was priceless. I don’t know what it was about this guy, but the insults were coming as easy as shooting fish in a barrel.

  I moved too slow for what came next. I’d watched as he leaned his arms back, looking like he was going to stretch a bit before coming back with a huge wave of water being pushed up into the air at me.

  I stood up to shake off the water and to move out of his way, but he was too quick. Before I knew what happened, he’d grabbed hold of my hands and pulled me into the water.

  In one respect the action was fun and I did welcome the coolness of the water to my overheated skin and libido, but the reason behind it had me furious.

  I came up choking a bit from the water. I watched as his figure came close, patting me on the back. “Are you going to be okay? I didn’t mean for you to drink half the pool.” His voice held concern, but his face told me that I’d amused him.

  I was fuming. “Are you trying to kill me? Or would you rather get kicked out of this complex? I know the owners and one word from me and you’ll be out the door.”

  “I wasn’t trying to hurt you, just cool you off a bit. You have quite a temper. Who’s got you riled up? Was it me or the fantasy guy you were getting off to?” He smirked at the last question.

  I raised my hand, feeling the need to slap him, splash him—I didn’t know what. All I knew was that I wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine. “How dare—!” I couldn’t get the words out when he caught both of my hands, put them behind my back, and pushed me back against the side of the pool wall.

  His breathing was kicked up, matching my own. I could feel his hardness through his trunks as he pressed into me further, making it impossible for me to move. “You should be thankful I’m not like most men. I’m not quick to anger and I’d never strike a lady under normal circumstances, despite her wanting to hit me. But right now you’re making me want to put you over my knee and show you how wrong you are about me.”

  What the hell did he mean he’d never strike a woman normally? Was he into kink or something? I swallowed hard at his statement. It was a major turn on, but if my cousin or sister ever saw me getting my ass spanked, they’d know I’m not the dominant I pretend to be.

  His forehead pressed against mine. “I’m sorry we keep getting off on the wrong foot with one another. I shouldn’t have gotten you wet, but I couldn’t take listening to you moan in ecstasy anymore. If someone else found you, God only knows what could’ve happened.”

  He backed away a little, letting me catch my breath. I prayed he didn’t look down to see how hard my nipples were. I could feel them getting sensitive as they rubbed against the wet fabric of my bikini top. Something about this guy bothered me, in more ways than one. He’d managed to turn me on for the first time in months, but my heart was still longing for my cowboy. This guy definitely wasn’t it. His attitude was too harsh, his muscles were bigger and more buff than my guy had been.

  He released my hands, so I pressed them against his chest and pushed him away. “Thanks for your ‘concern,’ but I can handle myself,” I said as I walked past him to the steps so I could get away. It’d been months since I’d had sex and he was definitely tempting.

  I got out of the water and walked over to my things. “Shit!”

  “What’s wrong?” His voice had a level of concern, as he started swimming back over to the side of the pool next to me.

  “My iPod got drenched when you slung water at me and now it won’t turn on.” Great,
just what I needed.

  I was surprised to hear him offer, “If you’d like, I could have my friend take a look at the unit. He might be able to salvage it. If not, I’ll get you another one. By the way, I never caught your name.”

  “My name’s Gianna. I’d appreciate it if you could get this fixed. It was a birthday present from my sister.” It was getting old, but I didn’t want him to know that or get off with destroying people’s property.

  I was busy trying to dry off what I could of the iPod when I felt his hand on my back and I jumped. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Here, let me have it. I’ll run it up to my place and take it apart so it can start drying out. I’ll be meeting up with my friend later tonight.” I continued wiping off the water, as he leaned close to my ear and whispered, “By the way, your name is as beautiful as you are.”

  “Thanks, but I’m not interested.” I don’t know what possessed me to say that since he was cute, but between work and missing my dream man, I just wasn’t ready to try dating anyone.

  “Sorry to disappoint you, but I wasn’t asking. I was merely making an observation that your name was nice and seems to suit you.” I looked up to see him trying to repress a laugh. He held his hands up. “I should explain myself. I find you attractive—truthfully, who wouldn’t? But, I’ve got a new job starting, and I’m not sure what kind of hours I’ll be pulling. Plus, I’m trying to find someone who’s special to me, someone I stupidly let slip away.”

  I smirked, lifting my eyebrows a bit in response. “I’m the same way. My work keeps me occupied and I’m in love with someone, he just doesn’t know it yet.” I felt the sadness of my longing drift over me, making me feel depressed.

  His brows furrowed. “Doesn’t he return your love?”

  I took a deep breath in, not really wanting to explain, but feeling I had no other choice for this guy to leave me alone. “I never told him how I felt. He’s been traveling on business and I’m just waiting for the right time.” I didn’t dare tell him I’m pining away over someone I only met once and might never see again.