Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)(11)
“Let’s f*ck,” 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 f*ck 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 f*cked 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 f*ck 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 *. 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.