Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3) (5 page)

As I exit the short
hallway that leads me to the center, I immediately spot Rand standing
up at the round, black-lacquered bar that takes up the middle of The
Silo. I ignore all the other activity around me as I’ve
seen it before. Fully dressed couples mingle with cocktails in their
hands. Naked couples in the glass-walled rooms, fucking in every way
imaginable. It’s all almost passé to me, because I’ve
not only seen it all, I’ve done it all.

Just last week, I
let Bridger lock me in a stockade, effectively securing me around the
neck and wrists, and then I invited several men to fuck me. Pussy,
ass, mouth… didn’t matter. Luckily, it was one of those
nights that was a good one. I enjoyed it. I came several times, and
when I walked out, I didn’t feel degraded. That’s because
it was my choice to be there, not Samuel’s, and I did what I
wanted. I also called a stop to it all when I was done. And trust me,
after the seventh guy, I was done because I was sore and my neck
ached. My wishes were immediately granted, and I was treated with
kindness and reverence by the men around me. Bridger was there to
cover my body with a robe and lead me off to the bathroom where I
could get cleaned up and dressed in privacy.

Yeah, that was a
good night.

I’m
hoping tonight will be better.

As I take in Rand, I
see he’s
wearing the same clothes he had on at the tattoo shop today. Faded
jeans with a small rip in one knee, a thick, black leather belt, and
a black
Rage
Against The Machine
t-shirt that fits his chest extraordinarily well. His blond hair
falls across his forehead and he pushes it back in what I recognize
as a habit now, causing me to smile.

He’s
talking to a woman, and I take a moment to size her up. I don’t
think I’ve seen her in here before, but honestly, I don’t
pay much attention to the women. I like cock, so the women never
interested me much. Although one time, Bridger strapped me to the St.
Andrew’s cross and invited people to come in and eat my pussy.
A procession of men took up his challenge, except one lone woman who
came in as well. I don’t remember much about her other than her
lips were so soft, and frankly, she worked my clit better than any
man ever has before. I’m going to have to assume she was a
lesbian and damn… she really knew what she was doing.

The woman Rand is
talking to is pretty. Very pretty, actually, with caramel-colored
hair streaked with golden highlights. Her skin is tanned and she
looks to be about my age. I immediately figure either she’s
a bartender from The Wicked Horse with a limited membership here, or
she’s a lot like me… here with a rich sugar daddy of
some sort.

Rand doesn’t
look away from her. He seems to be totally interested in what she’s
saying, which I can tell is something flirty by the way she’s
standing in close to him and holding her drink so that her cleavage
is squeezed for maximum display. She even leans in closer, goes up on
tiptoes, and whispers something in his ear while resting a hand on
his chest. My fingers curl inward, balling to tight fists when I see
his hand drop to her hip. His fingers splay wide and while he does
nothing more than grip her there, he does nothing to dissuade her
from stepping in closer until her breasts brush against him.

I don’t
hesitate a second. I walk through the minglers, sidestepping and
nodding greetings here and there. I’m well known and get smiles
from everyone. When I reach Rand and the woman I don’t know, he
turns to look at me, his eyebrows rising first in surprise, then with
a welcome smile on his lips. His eyes roam down my body, lighting up
with appreciation. It makes me immensely happy to see his hand fall
from the woman’s hip.

She also turns to
me, her lip curling in disdain while she shoots daggers at me from
her eyes. I don’t
spare her another glance. Instead, I reach for Rand’s hand that
is closest to me. His fingers immediately thread with mine and he
tilts his head in question.

“Let’s
fuck,” I murmur, turning to start pulling him away from the
woman.

He doesn’t
hesitate in the slightest, and I try hard not to laugh as the girl
makes a loud sound of disgruntlement that she’s being left so
abruptly by a man she clearly had her sights set on.

I lead Rand back
across The Silo, down the short hall that heads back toward the door
I had just entered in through. But rather than leave, I turn right
into the hallway that runs the perimeter of the round building,
behind the glass-walled rooms. Rand follows behind, his hand holding
mine tightly, but not saying a single word to me. He doesn’t
need to say anything, but I know he’s feeling what I’m
feeling. The sexual tension is so thick that I can feel it coating my
exposed skin like a blanket.

“Which room do
you want?” I ask as I walk in front of him, my hips swaying
provocatively. I know… can just feel those green eyes pinned
to my ass. “The black room… we can fuck on a bed of
black silk and that woman you just left behind can watch your cock
sliding in and out of me?”

Rand doesn’t
say anything, but I know if I were to let go of his hand and reach
backward, I’d find him hard as a rock.

“Or how about
one of the rooms where you can restrain me? Maybe the St. Andrew’s
cross, or even the stockade. Lock me up and do what you want to me.”

I think I hear a low
growl of need in Rand’s
chest, and it fills me with euphoria that he wants me so badly.

“Or maybe one
of the rooms with toys,” I suggest silkily as we walk slowly
along. “So many things you could do to make me come with toys.”

Rand moves so
quickly, I give a startled yelp of surprise. His hands come to my
shoulders and he spins me toward the outer wall, which is nothing but
cold, gray concrete staves. I open my mouth to say what, I don’t
know, but then his tongue is twirling against mine while he presses
me back into the wall.

And I can’t
recall… has Rand ever kissed me before? I’m not sure. I
think I’d remember something like this… so possessive
and animalistic. Necessary. That’s what it feels like…
absolutely needful to him.

We may have fucked
before, but I don’t
recall kissing him, so I’m thinking we haven’t. Such a
personal act and one I don’t do often. Usually it’s
because a man wants it and I oblige, no biggie.

But this kiss with
Rand?

It causes my legs to
go weak and my heart to skitter out of control. It makes me want to
sag in relief over the warm feelings it produces in me, and I want
nothing more than to stand in this hallway with Rand and just make
out with him all night long. I think I’d
be completely satisfied with just kissing him. It’s that damn
good.

Yet, he has other
ideas. Pulling his mouth away just enough to growl against my lips,
he says, “None
of the rooms. Gonna fuck you right here… keep you all to
myself.”

He gives me no
opportunity to respond because he steals my breath away with another
fast but deep kiss before he’s
jerking my skirt up around my hips and then my panties down my legs.
Squatting before me, he taps against the outside of my right ankle. I
raise it so he can slip that leg free.

“Other leg,”
he mutters. I lift that one, and then he’s standing up with my
panties in his hand. He orders me, “Get my cock out, Cat.”

I don’t
hesitate. I work his belt buckle with expert hands, only stumbling
once when he pushes a hand between my legs and drags a finger between
my folds. I can feel how ridiculously wet I am, but that was a given.
Rand’s take-charge ways are turning me on like nothing else
ever has.

When I get his belt
freed and his zipper down, I push at the jeans a bit until his thick
cock comes in to view. I reach my hand in, circle it around the
girth, and gently pull it free. I’m
confident this didn’t hurt him and that the hiss of air that
rushes through his teeth is merely because my hand on him feels good.

I want him to feel
better so I start to stroke him, causing Rand to groan in response
and his body to stiffen all over with trembling need.

“Enough,”
he says gruffly, pulling my hand away. “Now open your mouth.”

I grin for a moment
before I open my mouth, expecting him to push me to my knees so I can
suck on that beautiful hardness sticking straight out between us, but
he surprises me when he shoves my panties in instead. My eyes flare
wide with shock as he gives me a devilish grin. “Don’t
want anyone to hear you scream. Don’t feel like sharing this
tonight.”

He doesn’t
want to share me tonight? Meaning he doesn’t want anyone else
to watch?

And yeah…
he stopped me in the darkened hallway lit only with soft sconces and
relative privacy unless someone decides to go in or out of the rooms.
Good chance that will happen, so I know Rand doesn’t have
complete expectation we won’t get caught, but it makes me even
wetter knowing he wants something with me that I’ve never given
another man here in this building.

Just myself.

I hum in my throat,
letting him know I approve of his methods, and he doesn’t
waste any time. He bends his knees, pushes his hands between my
thighs from the front, and lifts me. As he extends his arms wide, my
legs spread obscenely before him and Rand gazes longingly at my
pussy. I don’t look down at what he’s looking at but
rather at his face, watching the way he licks his lips.

“Guide me in,
baby,” he whispers hoarsely, still never taking his eyes away.
I circle a hand around his dick, feel it jump in response to my
touch. Then, along with a flex of Rand’s hips, guide the tip
right to my entrance.

The fat head of his
cock pushes into my slickness easily before meeting with some
resistance. The only foreplay we had was dirty words, so even though
I’m
wet, I’m not relaxed. In fact, I feel strung tight with tension
and need, and even though I know that first push is going to sting, I
want it so bad my mouth waters, which is immediately soaked up by my
panties.

Rand finally lifts
his gaze as his hands tighten their grip under my thighs. He has me
firmly in his hold and his cock is wedged in just the right place, so
I let the base of it go and bring my hands to his shoulders for
leverage.

Our eyes lock
together. We just stare for a brutally clear moment where nothing
else exists but a man who wants a woman, and vice versa. There is no
sex club and nothing overly kinky about what we’re
doing.

Just a man and a
woman who want each other with a raging passion.

Rand gives me a
smile before leaning his head toward me, tilting slightly, and
placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. I moan against the
panties because the gentleness of that move touches me.

When he lifts his
head and looks at me again, there’s
a possessiveness in his eyes now that I’ve never seen before in
my life. Not from any man before who has claimed my body and
certainly never from my husband. It’s a look I didn’t
know existed until this very moment, and once I realize what it is,
Rand takes it upon himself to thrust into me hard.

My head falls back,
and I groan against the invasion. The sting, and then the melting of
my pussy around him. He doesn’t
even give me a moment to adjust, just starts thrusting in and out of
me with bruising force. He’s a large guy, thick and long, and
he hits that spot deep within me that makes my toes curl and my eyes
threaten to roll into the back of my head.

“Look at me,
Cat,” Rand demands of me.

It takes all of my
effort to raise my head up so I can comply.

His eyes glow with
that same possessiveness and now a spark of triumph as he pounds into
me, every punch of his cock into my pussy bringing me closer and
closer to orgasm.

“Feel good?”
he asks, although he knows I can’t answer. So I smile at him
with my eyes and nod my head.

“Yeah…
feels damn good,” he mutters and thrusts faster. “Always
loved fucking this pussy. Dream about this pussy. Jack off to
thoughts of this pussy.”

Oh, damn…
those filthy words and his hips slapping against me rhythmically
while he holds my gaze the entire time make me feel in this moment
that Rand Bishop owns every part of me. Surprisingly, I’m okay
with that.

Samuel once told me
he owned me and that he could do whatever he wanted with me. And he
was right about that. I hated him and his ownership.

But not this with
Rand.

If he can make my
body feel this good and make me feel this needed, then I’ll
sign away the rights and title to my body right now.

My orgasm catches me
off guard and bursts within me after a brutally hard thrust deep into
my body. My muscles clench and grab onto his cock, rippling with
pleasure around him and causing Rand to finally lose eye contact with
me. His eyes flutter closed and he thrusts into me one more time
before going still and muttering in staccato bursts, “Coming.
So. Fucking. Hard.”

He grinds against
me. My pussy clamps hard on him, and he groans as he spurts inside of
me, “Goddamn…
that greedy fucking pussy can milk my cock any day of the week, Cat.”

I laugh against the
silk in my mouth when he says, “And
twice on Saturday.”

Dropping my head to
his shoulder, I try to remember every single detail of this
experience. I’m
betting it was a one-time only thing, but I think I just had the best
sex of my entire life.

Rand

Christ…
that orgasm.

That motherfucking
amazing orgasm that just rocked my world and made my knees go weak,
which sucks because I already have a bum knee. My hands grip harder
under Cat’s
thighs and I shift her up a bit, my cock still wedged deep in her.
Her forehead is planted on my shoulder and her back is rising and
falling with labored breaths.