Page 40 of What I Needed

That wasn’t a question. I promise, I’ll be on my best behavior.

I looked at him again, and he still wouldn’t look in my direction. It was as if he expected me to do what he said, without a second thought. If I moved any closer to him, it was inevitable that I’d have a lot to tell Shakira tomorrow, but against my better judgment, I closed the space between us.

He didn’t hesitate to pull my feet from underneath me and put my lower legs across his thighs. Surprisingly, his hands were soft, and my pussy pulsed from his touch. When the side of my calf brushed against something hard, thick, and damn near the same length as the bottom half of my leg, my body tensed.

My eyes zeroed in on his pelvic area and widened at his dick print. I’d peeped it several times since we began cohabitating. He wore basketball shorts and sweats daily, so I knew it was big, but seeing it fully erect was something different altogether.

I tried to move my leg away, but he held it in place, pressing it harder against his erection. I was already on the verge of having an orgasm, and my leg rubbing against his dick was sure to send me over the edge.

“You said you’d be on your best behavior,” I reminded him.

“I guess that depends on your perception, but I assure you, I’m doing my absolute best not to push the crotch of your shorts to the side and lick the juices that have been threatening to drip down your thighs if you make one wrong move.”

“How can you tell?” slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

I slapped one hand over my mouth and snatched the throw blanket from the back of the couch to cover my legs, specifically my crotch. My pussy was so wet, I was sure my pheromones were tickling his nose hairs.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. All that squirming and shit you’ve been doing since the first sex scene was hard not to notice. That pussy is wet, . . . my dick is hard, and there’s only one way to take care of both of those issues.”

“River . . . we⁠—”

“Think long and hard about how you want to respond. We’re both grown, single, and apparently, horny as fuck. I can’t think of a better reason for you to let me bury my face and my dick between your thighs.”

My breathing quickened, my nipples got hard, and I squeezed my thighs together for what felt like the hundredth time. My mouth and throat had never felt so dry, and I couldn’t find my voice. When his hand slowly moved up my calf to my thigh, I opened my legs to grant him access.

His lips curled into a sexy smile as his fingers neared my most sacred place. I closed my eyes, then inhaled and exhaled slowly, anticipating his touch. When his hand stopped moving, I opened my eyes, disappointed.

“If you want to do this, you need to say it, and if you say it, mean it.”

The idea of telling this man what I wanted him to do to my body made me nervous and turned me on simultaneously. Although I’d never vocalized my sexual needs and wants with the other men that I’d been with, the thought of doing so also intrigued me enough to push past my nerves.

“I want you to finger fuck me with those long, thick fingers while you suck on my clit. After I cum on your face and hands, I want that big, fat dick of yours to stretch my pussy wider than it’s ever been.”

His brows rose, causing a few wrinkles to form on his forehead. I was certain he wasn’t expecting those words to come from my mouth, but I was sure he was up for the challenge.

Erissa was playing with fire. She had no idea how much restraint I’d shown since the moment I laid eyes on her. Had I met her under different circumstances, my one and only goal would have been to get her into my bed.

I had enough sense not to do anything that would cause her to resign from her job as Riverlynn’s nanny, so I’d been on my best behavior. Over the past few weeks, I’d had the pleasure of getting to know Erissa, something I hadn’t taken the time to do with many women.

The more I got to know her, the stronger my desire for her became. Every day, I battled to keep from verbalizing my intrusive thoughts about what I wanted to do to her pussy. She walked around the house in leggings, short shorts, and crop tops, showing off her solid, lean frame.

The number of times I’d imagined her legs on my shoulders was unreal, and she was half the reason I couldn’t deny the women who were offering up their pussy. I needed some relief after being around Erissa’s pretty ass and not being able to have her.

Now that I knew we were on the same page, I planned to give her the time of her life. I hoped she was mentally and physically ready for what was about to happen. It had been over a week since I’d last had sex, but the offers to hook up came daily.

On the nights I was determined to go home and stay, I turned my second phone off and put it in my office when I came home, to avoid the temptation. I always wanted to fuck, and my flesh was weak as hell.

As each day passed, thoughts of burying my face and dick in Erissa’s pussy invaded my mind. Today, I was prepared to do something about it, and from the look and sound of it, she was too.

“I would’ve never guessed you had such a potty mouth.”

“I reserve it for special people.”

“You think I’m special?”

“I’m not sure yet, but you have the potential to be. Now, do you want this pussy or not?”

She lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. My eyes zoomed in on her breasts, which weren’t big but were enough to fill my mouth. I didn’t need any other signs to get with the program, so I grabbed the waistband of her shorts with one hand, and she lifted her hips just enough for me to pull them over her ass and down her legs.