Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3) (6 page)

I broke a few rules
tonight, the biggest being that I promised myself I wouldn’t
touch Cat. The nature of our relationship has changed by virtue of me
bringing her into my home and offering her sanctuary. The minute I
offered her safety, her pussy should have become off limits to me…
or at least, to my gentleman’s way of thinking. So that was the
first rule I broke.

I’m
also here tonight as a Fantasy Maker. I’m essentially working
for Bridger. While that means I can fuck whomever I want within the
round walls of this building, it means it needs to be done in a way
that makes me useful to the clientele. Obviously, there’s the
pleasure of the person I’m fucking to take into account, but
there’s also the viewing pleasure of the other patrons. I took
Cat in the privacy of the hallways because I wanted it to be private.
I didn’t want to share her, myself, or what we were doing
together with anyone.

Lastly, I broke a
major rule and one I’ve
never broken before. I just shoved my cock into a pussy without any
protection. I wanted Cat so badly… wanted her all to myself
without anyone sharing in the experience… that I held no
regard for the consequences of such actions. I’d even like to
blame it on the heat of the moment or that lust fogged my senses, but
it would be a lie. I knew damn well what I was doing and wanted to
feel that tight, slick pussy against my skin. Wanted to come inside
of her and coat every inch of her.

I wanted it, and I
didn’t
give a damn if I knocked her up doing it. While I went with gut
instinct that she was safe and I knew I was safe, I still knew the
risk.

Cat and I operate in
a world of multiple sex partners, which means we are people who
understand safety and consequences. Unless you’re
in a committed and trusting relationship with your partner, everyone
in The Silo wears condoms, so I’m not so much worried about
that with her, and she should feel secure that I’m safe too.

But goddamn…
I didn’t care one shit that I could get her pregnant, and even
now, I just can’t feel bothered to worry. Maybe because I’m
still flush off probably the best orgasm of my life, because she
feels damn good in my arms, or maybe because she’s appealing to
every single molecule in my body that feels the need to help her lost
soul, but I just don’t give a fuck.

Still…
I have to ask, “Cat… you on the Pill?”

She moves in my
arms, lifts her head from my shoulders, and pulls the panties I’d
stuffed in her mouth free. Swiveling her jaw, she licks her lips once
and says in a raspy voice, “Yeah. I’m protected.”

“You okay I
didn’t suit up?” I ask, not needing to elaborate.

“I am if you
are,” she murmurs.

I totally am. I’m
so fucking okay with it and how amazing that just felt, that if she
gives me just a few moments and wiggles her hips just right, I’ll
be good to go for round two without ever pulling out of her.

But then I pull a
dick male move and speak without thinking, totally ruining the
moment. “But
let’s agree… we fuck anyone else, we still wear
protection, okay?”

I know it’s
a mistake even before she stiffens in my arms. I know the words were
wrong the minute they left my lips. It wasn’t that I was
thinking about screwing anyone else, or that I wanted anyone else. I
just wanted her to know that she was different, and I meant that in a
good way. But she clearly didn’t take it like I meant it, and I
know this for sure the minute she literally pushes out of my embrace
and drops her feet to the floor. My dick slides out, and I almost
curse over the loss of her warmth around it.

Cat’s
head drops and her hair falls forward so I can’t see her
expression, but I watch, mesmerized, as she takes her panties and
swipes them between her legs, cleaning my semen away. When she
straightens back up, she shoves the panties toward me and my hand
automatically goes out to grab them. I note the wetness against my
palm and watch as she pushes the hem of her dress down her thighs.

When she finally
looks at me, she levels me not with anger but with a brilliant smile.
She even reaches out and pats me on the chest. “Well,
that was fun, Rand. Thanks a bunch. Now I think I’ll head back
into the main room and see what other fun there is to be had.”

I have no clue if
she’s
mad at me or serious about wanting to go back in there and fuck
another man, but some sort of caveman-like DNA inside of me becomes
active and my free hand shoots out to grab her by her upper arm as
she turns to walk away. “You are not going in there to fuck
someone else.”

I cannot believe
I actually just said that to her.

Even as I cannot
believe I actually said those words of possession, my grip tightens
on her arm. She looks over her shoulder at me with wide eyes as her
lips part in surprise. “But
you just said—”

“I know what I
said,” I snap at her, angry with myself for even saying
something so insensitive, and angry with her for even thinking of
fucking someone else even though I apparently gave her carte blanche
to do so. Taking a deep breath, I tug on her arm so she turns to
fully look at me. I let it out slowly and try to explain myself.
“Cat… let’s go back to my place.”

“Why?”
she asks, her tone heavy with suspicion. I know it’s because
I’ve confused her. But fuck… I’m confused myself.

“Because I am
not done with you by a long shot,” I say without further
explanation.

“You can have
me here,” she counters.

“I don’t
want you here,” I tell her, deciding to go with brutal honesty.
I don’t know the reason why, but I can’t stomach the
thought of us fucking out there for everyone to see. More than that,
I really want her spread-eagled on my bed.

Her eyes flick back
and forth between mine for a moment before she gives me a tiny nod of
acquiescence. She merely whispers, “Okay,”
and nothing has ever sounded sweeter to me before.

There are a million
different things I want to do to Cat in this moment. I knew she’d
look lovely naked on my bed, her arms raised above her head and her
legs spread wide for me. Gorgeous breasts that are full and heavy
looking with dark brown nipples and that pretty pussy trimmed tight
and drenched inside with my jizz from our fucking at The Silo not but
an hour ago.

Million things to
choose from…
suck on those nipples, finger her ass, or suck on her clit until she
screams. And yet I’m obsessing about my cock in her cunt, bare,
with no walls between us.

Like I really can’t
let the thought go.

I followed her to my
apartment from The Silo, focusing on the taillights of her Mercedes
as we drove the thirty-odd miles in the dark, but all I could think
about was every glide of our flesh against each other. It vaguely
reminds me of the first time I ever fucked a woman…
fifteen years old and the giddy rush of feeling the ultimate pleasure
for the first time. But that was a horny kid who took almost a full
five minutes to put on a rubber and almost came the moment I sank
into Beverly Bay’s non-virgin but not well used
seventeen-year-old pussy.

But fucking Cat bare
was infinitely better. It was wondrous, new, and I’m
not sure can be replicated, but I’m obsessing about it, so I’m
pretty sure her clit, nipples, and ass are going to get ignored right
now. I’ll give them attention later.

As I kneel on the
bed between her knees, my dick hard as fucking concrete and throbbing
to get into her, I can’t
help but wonder at the look on her face right now. It’s
guarded, for sure. Her eyes are heavy with lust, but there’s a
touch of skepticism there too. Perhaps like me, she’s wondering
if what we had in the back hall of The Silo was a fluke or not.

Only one way to find
out.

Putting my hands
under her knees, I raise her legs and spread them wide. Her pussy
literally blooms for me, right before my eyes. Cat reaches a hand
out, grasps me by the base of my dick, and pulls me to her.

To fucking
heaven,
I
groan internally as I sink inside of her.

“Mmmmmm,”
she moans when my pelvis is pressed hard to hers.

“Goddamn,”
I mutter as sweat beads on my forehead just from the overwhelming
pleasure of her surrounding me. “Is it just me or does that
feel fucking amazing?”

“Never felt
anything like it,” she whispers. A shiver actually runs up my
spine over the awe in her voice.

I’m
a base creature. I like to fuck hard and fast, never really needing
to prolong the rush to climax because I know there’s another
one on the horizon waiting for me. But with Cat right now, legs
spread wide and that pussy belonging solely to me in a way I’m
betting it’s never belonged to another man before, I want this
moment to last for-fucking-ever.

So I release my hold
on her legs and urge her to wrap them around my waist. I lower myself
over her body and press my elbows into the mattress at her ribs,
lowering my mouth to hers.

And while we kiss
without a care or rush in the world, I fuck her slowly and without
needing anything more than this moment.

“We really
should get some sleep,” Cat gasps as my finger lightly circles
her sensitive clit. I’m kneeling between her legs again, having
just eaten her pussy and given her an orgasm, but intent on giving
her another. That sweet bundle of nerves is swollen and darkened pink
with not only the rush of lust but also because I’ve been
playing with it all night. It might even be a little painful. But she
doesn’t push me away, even though she just suggested we get
some sleep.

It’s
late.

Or rather, early
morning, and I have to open the tattoo shop in about six hours.

But fuck…
I cannot stop touching her.

Making her come.

Slipping my cock in
that piece of wet perfection that I think I might be slightly
addicted to right now.

Filling her up with
what may be buckets of my cum by now. Thank God, she’s
on the pill because otherwise, she’d be so knocked up right now
just by the sheer volume of sperm I’ve shot into her.

“You sore?”
I ask as I dip my finger into her, pull out her juices and my sperm,
and swirl it around her reddened clit again.

She moans with her
eyes partially closed, her hips lifting a bit, even as she nods, “A
little.”

“Hmm,” I
muse as I study her pussy. I want back inside bad. You know, the
addiction and all. But I don’t want to knock her out of
commission either because I plan on a repeat of this tonight after
work. In fact, I might just live my life working by day, and sweetly
fucking Cat by night. We’ll eat, of course, for nourishment,
but it sounds like a damn perfect life to me.

“Want me to
stop?” I ask her, my eyes dragging up her body to her face.

Her lips tilt upward
mischievously. “I
can take whatever you got.”

This I know
,
I sourly think. I’ve
watched her fuck multiple men in one session. Hardcore fucking where
lots of lube was needed because a woman can only take so much.

But she didn’t
need that lube tonight now, did she? This will be our fourth time and
she’s still just as wet, slick, and inviting. We’re both
a little raw, but we both have mileage in the tank. Of that, I’m
sure.

Still,
the thought of lube… has
me thinking.

“Turn over,”
I tell her suddenly, rolling over her to the side of the bed. As Cat
moves to her stomach without question, I reach into the drawer of my
nightstand and pull out a bottle of lube.

When I turn back to
her, she has
her cheek lying on my pillow, her eyes facing me. Her gaze travels
back and forth from the lube to me before her tongue peeks out and
swipes at her lower lip. “What are you going to do with that?”

“Going to give
your pussy a break,” I tell her ominously as I flip the cap
open.

Cat has a great ass.
I’ve
fucked it before, even once while her mouth and pussy were full of
other guys’ cocks. My own cock starts dripping at the memory of
that, and I crawl back over her body until I’m kneeling behind
her.