Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)(12)
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 * 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 * 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 f*cking this *. Dream about this *. Jack off to thoughts of this *.”
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 * clamps hard on him, and he groans as he spurts inside of me, “Goddamn… that greedy f*cking * 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.
Chapter 5
Rand
Christ… that orgasm.
That motherf*cking 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.
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 * 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 * 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 * against my skin. Wanted to come inside of her and coat every inch of her.