Wanting More

by Winter Travers

  His lips devoured mine, taking and giving all at the same time. He pressed me against the wall, freeing his hands to roam my body. “You’ve got too many clothes on,” I mumbled against his lips, my hands grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He leaned back, his hips pressing me to the wall as he grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up, exposing my chest. He tugged the cups of my bra down, my tits spilling out.

  He flicked my nipple with his thumb, and I arched my back, thrusting my tits into his hand. “Quit fucking around,” I moaned.

  “You know what, babe, I think I’m going to have to fuck that attitude out of you.”

  “I’d like to see you try,” I hissed, delving my fingers into his hair. My nails dug into his head as I slammed my lips down on his, needing to shut him up.

  He growled low in his throat, grinding his rock hard dick into me through his jeans. “I need you naked,” he mumbled against my lips.

  He wrapped his arms around, pushed away from the wall and walked over to the couch. “I want your dick in me,” I moaned as he sat me down and pulled my shirt over my head.

  “In time, babe. First I need to know what you taste like.” He kneeled on the floor between my legs and popped open the button of my jeans.

  I arched my hips as he tugged my pants and underwear down, pulling them over my legs, and tossing them over my shoulder. I leaned forward, sitting on the edge of the couch and rested my arms on his shoulders as he sucked on my nipple, his hands rubbing my back. I tossed my head back when he bit down, pain and pleasure mingling. “Lean back, babe,” he ordered, pushing me back.

  I fell back into the couch, my legs splayed open, my arms tossed over my head as I looked down at Brick. “I want your pants off.”

  He shook his head no, looking down at my pussy. “I told you, I need to taste you first.” He trailed kisses down my stomach, his hands kneading my breasts. “Spread your legs wide, babe.”

  His hand cups my pussy as I slowly slid my legs as wide as they could do. “Good, girl,” he growled, spreading the lips of my pussy. “So fucking wet for me.” His finger flicked my clit, a tremor rocking through me, setting me on edge.

  “I need you, Brick,” I moaned as he leaned down, his tongue flicking my clit, making my hips buck.

  “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.”

  I threaded my fingers through his hair and ground my pussy into his mouth. “Shut up,” I growled. I didn’t want him to think he was in control or he was winning.

  His tongue swirled around my clit, as his hands grabbed my hips and held me down. “This is both our show, babe. Stop fighting me,” he growled, lifting his head up.

  “Give me more.” I tried pushing his head down, but he resisted.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “No, I don’t want anyone. Especially you.” Admitting I wanted him would give him control over me I didn’t want to give up.

  “You don’t need this?” He trailed kisses down the inside of my thigh, his breath hot against my pussy. He was so close to doing what I wanted, but he wasn’t going to until I gave him control. I nodded my head no, unable to open my mouth as he spread the lips of my pussy open again, flicking my clit lightly. “You don’t need me to feel good?”

  “No, I can make myself feel good.”

  He looked up at me, seeing through the tough act I was trying to put up. “Tell me to leave then, Ricki. One word and I’ll be gone.”

  He was giving me control. He was making this all my choice. I had never met a man who was still demanding and controlling but let me be myself. “You’re an asshole,” I spit out.

  “That may be, babe, but it doesn’t sound like you’re telling me to leave.”

  We stared at each other, my mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. “I can’t want you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because you’ll take away everything I love and when you leave, there will be nothing left of me.”

  “I don’t want to take away what you love, babe. From where I stand, we like the same things. You ride, I ride.”

  “Your club doesn’t like women who ride.”

  “No, my club doesn’t allow women in the club. They don’t care if an ol’ lady rides.”

  “Hold up there, Brick. We aren’t even touching the topic of ol’ lady right now.”

  He laughed, and sat up, pulling me to him. “OK. How about you tell me you want me, and I promise to never take away your riding. Plus, I think it’s sexy as fuck.”

  A shiver ran through my body at his words. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his forehead against mine.

  “I want you, but if you try to tell me I can’t ride anymore, I swear to run you over with my bike as I drive away.”

  “Alright, babe. Now, can I get back to what I was doing?”

  I slammed my lips down on his, giving his lips a quick kiss then pushed him down and leaned back into the couch. “Get to it.”

  He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my pussy, his tongue finding my clit. His fingers grabbed my ass, tilting my hips up. “Grab my head,” he growled, his mouth devouring me.

  I gripped his head and tossed my head back as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing it. “Brick,” I moaned.

  “Hmm, does that feel good, babe?” He asked, looking up at me. His finger continued to flick my clit, his mouth wet with my juices.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, ready to tip over the edge.

  He buried his face in my pussy, as two fingers plunged in and out of me. My body spasmed when he bit down on my clit, and my orgasm slammed into me.

  “Brick,” I moaned as he continued to work me over, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from my body.

  I pulled on his hair, my body unable to take any more, but I knew there was something else I wanted. “Take your pants off,” I panted.

  He nibbled on my clit one last time, his tongue swirling around it before he lifted his head and sat back on his heels. His wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smirked. “You fucking drenched me, babe.”

  “That’s your own fault. You ate my pussy like it was your last meal.” I laid my head back, my body coming down from the best orgasm I ever had.

  I heard him stand up, but I was too exhausted to open my eyes. His pants hit the floor, and then he was lifting me up again, wrapping my legs around his waist.

  He kissed me, my scent on his lips, driving me crazy. I reached up, putting my hands on each side of his face and took over the kiss, every second revitalizing me for more.

  “You want me to fuck you against the wall, babe?” He asked, ripping his lips from mine.

  “I don’t care what you do as long as you fuck me.” He was driving me insane, and I knew I would never be the same after tonight. I was craving him, and I didn’t think this feeling would ever subside.

  He growled low and prowled over, pressing me to the wall. “Put my dick in you, babe, nice and slow,” he ordered.

  A tremor rocked through my body, somehow already on the edge of another orgasm. He leaned back, and I reached down, stroking his long, hard cock. “Is this for me?”

  “It’s only for you. I was a fucking fool before.”

  “Well, as long as you realize it.” I looked down at his rock hard cock and spit on the tip. My hand spread the spit, lubricating his throbbing cock.

  “Fuck,” he growled as I sped up. “Put it the fuck in before I cum all over your hand.”

  He held me tight against the wall, leaned back, and I lined up his cock with my pussy. He slowly pushed into me, the walls of my pussy convulsing.

  “So mother fucking tight.”

  “Oh my God,” I moaned when he was fully in.

  Both of our breathing was labored, and he rested his forehead against mine. “Put your arms around my neck and hold the fuck on.”

  I did as he said, not questioning what he wanted because I knew whatever he wanted it was going to rock my world.

 
He stepped back from the wall and held onto my ass. He slowly lifted me up till just the tip of his dick was inside me. “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you, Brick, please,” I panted.

  He slammed back into me, and I tossed my head back, moaning in pleasure.

  “Mine,” he growled as he thrust again taking but also giving at the same time. “No one else gets this, Ricki. No one else,” he chanted over and over.

  “I’m yours, Brick. No one else makes me feel this way,” I breathed out. “Make me yours. Make me cum on your dick,” I begged, needing to find my release.

  “Am I fucking the bitch out of you, Ricki? Are you going to be my good little girl now?” He continued slamming into me, both of us on the brink.

  “Fuck no. I’m a bitch, get used to it.”

  He slammed into me even harder, his breathing ragged and short. “I’ll just have to try harder,” he growled.

  I grabbed his head and slammed my lips on his, sucking, licking and biting. “Shut up,” I growled. He smacked my ass as he thrust into me, and I tipped over the edge, my orgasm sweeping over me. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down.

  He moaned low and deep as he thrust one last time, my pussy milking his rock hard dick. His cum dripped from my pussy as his thrusting slowed, and I rested my head on his shoulder. He wrapped my arms around him, and I sighed, content.

  “I think I just fucked the bitch out of you, babe.”

  “Not even close,” I mumbled. “It’s going to take a lot more than that. Try again.”

  “Is that you telling me you want more, babe?”

  Brick was asking for more than just sex. He wanted what I didn’t want to give, but that was before. Before I knew he wasn’t going to take away who I was.

  “I’m not going to change, Brick. No matter how many times you fuck me, I’m still going to be a bitch.”

  “You’re not a bitch, Ricki. You just know what you want, and that is damn sexy to me.” He brushed my hair back and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I have no plans to change anything about you.”

  God dammit, somehow this man I thought was all wrong for me turned into the man I was looking for. “I’m ready for more, Brick.”

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  Son of a bitch, that asshole wasn’t here. I had called him half an hour ago thinking that would give him enough time to haul his lazy ass over here to give me a ride home, but I was obviously wrong. I grabbed my purse that was slung over my shoulder and pulled out my wallet except all I pulled out was a wad of bills. “Fuck.” I had paid the electricity bill today, and instead of putting my wallet back in my purse, I had shoved the bills in there instead. “Real fucking smart, Mick,” I mumbled to myself as I shoved them back into my purse. A lot of good those were going to do me.

  The only option I had left was to either walk home or sprint to the bus stop to catch the last bus of the night. The bus stop was over three blocks away, and my feet were protesting just standing up.

  I looked around the parking lot hoping to see a customer who could give me a ride home, but I wasn’t so lucky. I hobbled over to the cracked sidewalk and slipped my shoes off. Walking barefoot was better than walking another step in these man-made torture devices. After I gingerly bent over and scooped them off of the sidewalk, they dangled from my fingertips, and I started the two-mile walk home. I never really thought that I lived that far from The Low Down, but now that I had to walk, I second guessed my earlier thought that I lived close.

  Four cars buzzed by, none of them slowing down as I casually strolled down the sidewalk silently killing Jay in my mind. I don’t know why the hell I kept going back to him. It wasn’t like he treated me right at all. I just seemed to keep going back to him because I didn’t have anywhere else to go. Jay and I had broken up a month ago, but I still saw him once or twice a week, granted at least one of those times he asked me for money, and he looked high off his ass. I sure did know how to pick ‘em.

  Headlights bounced off of me, and I waited for the car to pass, but they didn’t. I glanced over my shoulder as I heard the roar of a motorcycle and expected to see Ricki coming to my rescue. I couldn’t see who was on the bike so I turned around and squinted into the light. I cupped my hand over my eyes, but there was no way I could see who it was. The bike stopped, the person putting their feet on the ground and the light shining to the right as they let the handlebars go.

  “You wanna tell me why in the hell you are walking barefoot down a deserted fucking road at two o’fucking clock in the morning?”

  Aw, hell. It was Raider. At the sound of his voice, I took a step back and spun around. I was terrified of Raider but not for the reasons you would think.

  Raider scared the living hell out of me because he saw me for who I really was and that right there was enough to make me tuck my tail and run.

  “You can run all the way home, Mick, or you can get on the back of my bike. Either way, I’m not going anywhere.”

  I shook my head and sighed. I knew he wasn’t lying. If I decided to walk, Raider would follow me the whole way home so I might as well just get a ride with him and get home faster so then he could get lost.

  “Just home, nowhere else,” I called, my back still turned to him.

  “Home, nowhere else. Scouts honor.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. I turned around and crossed my arms over my chest. “If you were a scout, Raid, then I was a nun in a past life.”

  “Now that, right there, is a picture in my head I’ll never be able to forget. Seducing the young virginal nun.”

  “Well, I know for a fact that you’re not talking about me because I am far from being a nun or virginal.”

  “It’s all about the fantasy, baby.”

  “And now you really expect me to get on your bike with you?” Not only was I terrified of Raider, but I was also scared shitless of being on the back of a motorcycle. Ricki, my boss, and good friend had always tried to get me on the back of her bike, but I never did. I much preferred doors and a roof when I was going sixty miles an hour down the road.

  “Just one little ride to your house, Mick, and I’ll never bug you again to get on the back of the bike.” He reached behind him, tugging on the bag he had on the side of the motorcycle and pulled out a helmet. “Come on, baby. I’m the safest person you can be on a bike with. Strap on the helmet, and I’ll get you home.” He held it out to me, and my feet moved to him even though I knew this wasn’t a good idea.

  This right here was another reason why I tried to stay away from Raider. He seemed to be able to talk me into anything even if it was something I didn’t want to do. “One ride and then you take me home.” I plopped the helmet onto my head and buckled the strap under my chin.

  “You got it, baby. One ride and then I’ll have you safe at home, and I even promise to tuck you in.”

  “Humph, I can skip the tucking in as long as you get me home in one piece.” I actually only did live two miles away, so I figured what was the worst that could happen?

  I put my hand on Raider’s shoulder and hoisted my leg over the back of the seat and managed to fit on the back of the bike without touching him. My victory was short lived when Raider scooted back on the seat and my body pressed against his back. “Hold on, baby,” he said over his shoulder as he started the bike and kicked up the kickstand. I managed to wrap my arms around his body just before he gunned it off the side of the road and rocketed down the street.

  He blew through the stop sign that was right before my house, but the thing that surprised me the most was when he flew past my house without even pretending that he was going to stop. “Raider,” I yelled, hitting him on the leg trying to get him to stop.

  All he did was shake his head and grab my hand and thread his fingers through mine. “Hold on, baby. You said I could take you for a ride, and that’s exactly what I plan on doing.” He twisted the throttle, the bike taking off and I knew right then and there that I had just made either the best or wors
t mistake of my life. Either way I looked at it, though, it was still a mistake.

  Fuck.

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  It was about fucking time I got Mickey on the back of my bike, and you better fucking believe I wasn’t only going to go two blocks and let her off. She struggled to get her hand out of my grasp, but I wasn’t going to let her go. Driving one handed wasn’t a problem for the moment.

  I had been watching Mickey for six months at the bar, and it took all of my willpower not to toss her over my shoulder and take her back to my bed every night. Mickey was the kind of woman you dreamed about and didn’t take for granted. The reason I had waited so long to make my move was that I knew she wasn’t ready. She had been with a huge asshole for the past two years, and I knew it was going to take some convincing to have her see that I was exactly what she needed and deserved.

  I headed out of town, my headlight briefly lighting up the dark countryside as we rolled down the smooth pavement. This was what I wanted, what I had needed the past six months. Mickey on the back of my bike, her soft, warm body pressed against my back and her arms wrapped around me.

  She had finally stopped trying to hit me, and her body relaxed as the bike rumbled underneath us.

  “Where are we going?” she shouted over the roar of the engine.

  “You’ll see, baby.” I knew exactly where we were headed, but I knew if I told her she was going to freak out on me again. I figured this was one surprise that I could keep for the next fifteen minutes.

  She surprisingly didn’t say anything more and just enjoyed the time on the bike. She had told me before that she was terrified of being on the back of a motorcycle, but I knew all Mickey needed was to be with the right person, and she would love it. So far it seemed that my assumption was correct.

  I pulled into the long driveway that led to my house, and I felt her tense up behind me. I had mentioned to her before that I lived out in the country at the end of a long dirt road and I think she was starting to remember that conversation we had.