Page 33 of What He Wants

“So, you’re just fucking her?” Hawk snorted with disbelief. His expression revealed that he clearly thought that it was more.

Normally I would have just avoided talking about this kind of shit. It was no one’s business what went on between me and Daisy, but something in the way that Hawk had said ‘so you’re just fucking her’ rubbed me the wrong way. I didn’t care for my sake, but Daisy didn’t deserve to be thought of as just an easy lay.

“I don’t know what we’re doing,” I said honestly. “The second I saw her I wanted her. Can’t explain it. Don’t know where it’s going.” Maybe all I’d wanted was to fuck her, but one thing I did know, it had never been this intense before, not with any woman. Christ, my dick was getting hard now just thinking about her. I reached down, not giving a fuck if my brothers saw me adjusting it. I gave Clay a knowing look. “I want you and Cooper on the road today. So get in a last fuck with your girl and get gone.”

“Cooper’s not going to be very happy,” Jumper quipped with a grin around his smoke. “He kind of just started a thing with Sheryl.” Sheryl was Snake and Robin’s live-in nanny, a quiet, young woman who was finishing up her college degree, while engraining herself into the club with her uncanny ability to handle children in any given situation. Especially when one needed an attitude adjustment.

“Too bad.” I didn’t give a fuck about his love life. We all had problems. “He can take up where he left off when we get back.” Our president stood, bringing us all to our feet. “Jumper and I will get on the road tomorrow, after we make a stop at Pleasure Me.”

That was that.

Now it was time to seek out Daisy and let her know that she could return home if she wanted to.

Chapter 14

Daisy

Dinner was over. The mess had been cleaned up, except for some of the food that had been left out for the men who’d disappeared earlier and hadn’t yet eaten. As the women with children readied their little ones for bed, I made my way upstairs to Big John’s room. I figured that now was a good time to get in a shower without being disturbed. So, I’d quickly stripped, adjusted the water to where I liked it, and stepped inside.

It had been a long day, and I was tired. With Big John back, I wondered what it would mean for our sleeping arrangements. Would he insist on sleeping with me? The thought of being close to his big, warm body, his powerful arms around me protectively, gave me a good feeling. Of course, I wasn’t fooling myself by thinking that sleeping in his arms wouldn’t involve sex. Probably a lot of sex. A pleasant quiver rushed through me as I recalled his hands and mouth on me, his cock sinking into my willing body.

I closed my eyes tightly and brought the image forward of us fucking. Wild abandon had been my reaction to his claiming me. I hadn’t hesitated to let him explore every inch of me, probing my most intimate parts, giving me more pleasure than I’d been able to handle. I remembered what it had felt like running my hands over his sculptured muscles, his washboard abs and rock-hard pecs, how his muscles had flexed beneath my caresses, how taut the cheeks of his butt had felt as I clenched my fingers into him, holding him closer.

I remembered what his thick, muscular thighs had felt like between mine as he pounded into me like there was no tomorrow, giving as well as taking, consuming me completely. Before I knew it, my fingers were searching out my clit, which I found swollen and sensitive with arousal. Further exploration revealed that I was slick inside. And why not? That’s what Big John did to me. I whimpered, playing with my clit, feeling my orgasm build deep in my core. The image of Big John, naked and thrusting into me, caused me to shudder wildly. I leaned against the tile wall, mouth open and breathing harshly, letting the water spray down on me as I masturbated.

I cried out when I came, convulsing uncontrollably as a throbbing pleasure engulfed me. There was nothing I could do but ride out the storm, I was too weak to move. I did open my eyes, and suddenly froze like a deer caught in headlights when I saw Big John was standing there. I hadn’t heard him come in, but there he was, watching, a feral expression stamped across his face as I stood there with a finger buried inside my pussy.

I was too embarrassed to acknowledge what I’d just done. Eyes locked, he began to peel his clothes off, revealing his magnificent, ripped body inch by mouthwatering inch. When he got down to his pants I lowered my gaze, eager to see my prize. I had no doubt that it would be plunging inside of me before we were done. I moaned low when he exposed his hard shaft, which was swollen and throbbing like a beast. A sliver of pre-cum adorned the knob-shaped head, causing me to lick my lips.

I wondered what he would taste like.

His low groan filled the room. My gaze shot back up to his. He palmed his cock and gave it a few pulls, stepping inside the shower with me. I leaned into the unyielding tile, trying to make more room for him. He reached out and cupped my breast, twisting the nipple. I whimpered with pleasure and arched further into his hand, silently yet eagerly encouraging him to continue. With his other hand, he reached for mine, bringing it to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around him eagerly, in awe of the girth and hardness of him.

“Move your hand, baby,” he rasped hoarsely, both of his hands on my breasts now.

I moved my hand up and down his length, feeling the shudder go through him when I got to the root and tickled his balls. “Fuck, baby, you undo me.”

I liked the sound of that. I liked the feeling of power I got from his weakened state. “What do you think you do to me?” I whispered back, reaching up with my free hand and running it over his defined chest. “I just masturbated with you on my mind.” I probably shouldn’t have admitted that, but in a time of high arousal words had a way of slipping out that you otherwise wouldn’t want to.

Big John seemed to like my admission, his cock throbbing strongly in my palm. “Good to know you want me as much as I want you,” he admitted in a hoarse tone. He thrust into my hand, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth tightly. “Not going to last long once I get inside your cunt.”

I grew weak at the image of that, and before he could stop me I sank to my knees. Giving blowjobs wasn’t my favorite thing to do, I’d done it a few times with Paul at his insistence, but for some reason I wanted to taste Big John. I didn’t hesitate to lower my mouth over him, taking him as deep as I could without gagging. The taste of his pre-cum exploded in my mouth, and I began to run my tongue over his cock as if I were painting it.

He threw his head back and howled, his hands falling upon my shoulders. “Fucking hell, woman!” I wiggled the tip of my tongue inside the slit for more pre-cum. “Shit!” As if he had no choice, he started to thrust his hips. His hand fell to my hair, twisting the wet strands until he could control my movements, deciding how deep he went. As his movements picked up, his cock went deeper and deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed, not realizing until then how the muscles in my throat squeezed him even tighter.

“Fuck!” He pulled out, breathing heavily, staring down at me with a look of surprise and satisfaction in his eyes. His cock looked purple and angry. “Next time I’ll let you swallow my load, but right now I need inside your pussy.” He pulled me up, half by my hair and the other with a strong hand to my arm. “You want that?” I nodded in response. “Say it.”

“I want it, Big John. I want your cock inside me.”

He kissed me roughly, grinding his body against mine against the wall. The water pelted down on us, but nothing mattered but this. His mouth was attacking mine, taking what he wanted and making me his. Our tongues battled fiercely as we sucked and bit at each other’s lips. I thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest. The bathroom was filled with our heavy panting and groans of pleasure. Before we broke apart he lifted me, and I willingly wrapped my legs around his waist, anticipating his thrust. Then I felt one of his hands move down between our bodies, and grasp and align his cock up to my pussy.

“Yes, Big John!” I gasped, moving my hips to impale myself on his shaft.

Just when I thought he would penetrate me, he jerked away as if he’d been scalded, his eyes filled with shock and an emotion I couldn’t quite identify. Was it anger I saw there? What had happened?

His hold on me loosened and I let my legs slip down his body until my feet were on the floor. I was totally confused. “What?” There was no denying that he wanted me. The arousal was there, alive and palpable. We were panting and out of breath, hearts pounding as one, fire racing through our blood.

He slapped his hands against the wall behind me, caging me in, yet keeping his distance.