What I Need (Page 72)

And sweet fucking God, I forgot . . .

“You feel fucking good, baby,” I groan, pumping my hips slowly as I stare into those stormy blue eyes.

“CJ,” she whimpers, her hands in my hair, tugging, her legs wrapping around my back and heels digging in. “I missed you,” she says. “This . . . so much.”

“Yeah.” I bend and take her mouth, kissing her with that same frenzy we shared minutes ago and letting it feed us both. My grip on her body tightens—on her ass, her tit as I palm it roughly. “I missed this more than you know, darlin’,” I say, watching that softness touch her eyes. Rearing back, I slide my hands to her hips, lift her off the bed, and slam into her, making her cry out, again and again.

Riley starts begging. Asking me for harder. Deeper. Please. Her fingernails rake up and down my stomach and dig into the backs of my thighs.

I drop to my elbows and thrust faster, bottoming out and kissing her, swallowing her hot, desperate little cries. I push back on her leg and prop her ankle on my shoulder, fucking her deeper.

“Yes,” she pants. “God, yes.”

“All night, gorgeous girl,” I promise. “All fucking night, I’m worshiping this body. Every inch.”

I power into her. We’re both panting. Sweating. I’m grunting and smacking the headboard against the wall, and Riley’s eyes are rolling back in her head and she’s making all of these hot as shit noises, looking blissed out of her fucking mind.

“I’m going to come,” she moans, pushing her tits against my chest and arching her neck. Her limbs start squeezing around me. Her entire body tenses up. “Oh, God, Cannon,” she whimpers. “Cannon . . .”

Fuck.

I freeze and suck in a breath. My chest tightens.

FUCK. Why do I like that? Why the fuck do I like that so much?

“Fuck me,” Riley pleads, grinding her hips up. “Please, CJ! Please please . . .”

I snap out of it and pump my hips, meeting her body repeatedly and going harder each time. I fuck Riley through her orgasm. I don’t let up.

“Oh, my God,” she pants, coming down slowly when I start grinding deep, but staying there, right on the edge when my hand snakes between us and I move my thumb over her clit. She leans up and kisses me, shoving her tongue inside my mouth, tugging my hair and groaning, “CJ, I’m . . . God. Holy shit.”

I smile against her mouth. “On your knees, baby,” I say as I’m flipping her, not really giving her a choice but it doesn’t matter. As soon as she hears the order, Riley is moving with me and positioning herself. Her body is still shivering with pleasure. Her legs shake beneath her. Then I’m kneeling, hands on her hips and eyes staring at all that tanned, toned flesh. Her long, sloped back. Her peach shaped ass I want to taste.

And smack.

And fuck.

“Ah!” she cries out when my hand connects with one cheek. She whips her head around and gapes at me, but then her mouth goes slack and her eyes get heavy when I position my cock and push back in.

“Goddamn,” I groan, hips pumping hard and fast. I’m so fucking close, ready to let go with the feel of her—still tight around me, and the way she looks bent over like this. And knowing that, I wrap my arm around her ribs and yank her up, crushing her back against my front. She groans and wiggles her ass against me when I suck her neck. Her jaw. I press my lips to her ear and whisper, “You ready to get spanked?”

Riley tenses. Her head turns and her hand reaches blindly behind her, curling around my hip. “Um, that wasn’t it? What you just did?” she asks, meeting my eyes.

I smile and kiss her cheek, not answering. Hand moving between her legs, I buck into Riley, slapping our bodies together as I rub her clit with two fingers. I moan into her neck. She wraps her hand around my arm and drops her head back against my shoulder and when I’m right there and she’s right there, body locking up and begging, I lift my hand from her pussy and swiftly bring it down again.

Riley jumps and jerks against me. “God, fuck!” she cries out. “CJ!”

I do it again, slapping her just as she’s coming. Riley spasms in my arms and soaks my hand. I feel her desire dripping down my legs as she squeezes the fuck out of my cock.

“Godfuckingdamn,” I snarl, thrusting faster. My pleasure coils around me and closes in until . . . “Fuck. Fuck! I’m coming.” I grab Riley’s face and turn it so I can kiss her as I empty inside the condom. She sucks on my lip. I moan into her mouth, and then I’m collapsing sideways onto the mattress and dragging Riley down with me.

We’re a pile of pounding hearts and sweat soaked limbs, tangled up in each other.

Friends? Fuck that. This is so much better.

“Holy shit,” she giggles, trying to catch her breath.

Panting, I turn my head and look over at her, holding onto her legs that are thrown over my hip. Our eyes lock. She bites her lip.

“You spanked my pussy,” she says.

I grin.

Riley’s gaze lowers to my mouth, then jumps back up. Her cheeks flush darker. “It was awesome,” she whispers.

Laughing, I roll over, shift her legs onto the bed, and prop my weight on my elbow so I can lean over her and bend down, kissing her soft, swollen lips. She moans and curls her arms around my back. “I gotta take care of this condom,” I tell her.

“Okay.”

“Do you need anything? A towel?”

“A towel would be super cool of you.”