Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)(23)

Yes. It. Is.

The taste of Rand in my mouth, the feel of his soft skin stretched over what feels like forged steel. The way he goes crazy when I take him back down deep again.

“Cat, you need to pull off right the f*ck now before I come,” he growls at me, once again using his hands to push against me. I let him do this, leisurely sucking on him, but I have no intention of stopping.

When Rand walked back here and I felt that mad rush of desire for him, I thought I wanted him to f*ck me. Yet what we have going on right here is something far and away different from the other times we’ve been together. It’s like we were in black and white, but now we’re in Technicolor.

In this moment, I realize that I don’t care if I get off. I want him to have the best damn blow job in the world, and I want him to remember that it’s from me.

So instead of releasing him as he commands, I relax my throat, open up, and pull him in deep again. It’s a clear message to him that I’m not stopping. I raise my eyes, looking up at him with his cock wedged down deep inside me, and he returns my look. His eyes are swimming with need and perhaps a question to me as to what I want.

I answer by pulling back before immediately sucking him down deep again. Repeating the move, I take a quick breath in between. Then once more, and he gets the message.

I want him to f*ck my mouth.

I know he gets this because his hands grip me just a little harder but instead of pushing me off, he holds me still.

Finally, his hips start moving and Rand takes every bit of pleasure that I offer up.

He doesn’t last long at all, shouting out my name on a backward pull before shooting all over my tongue. I drink it down while staring up at him, savoring the warm, salty flavor. His eyes are closed and he has the most peaceful, blissed-out look I’ve ever seen on a man. His hands shift so his thumbs stroke my temples.

Opening his eyes, he looks down at me with a soft smile. “That was unbelievable.”

“You should have just asked me to do that to begin with,” I say with a grin.

“I didn’t want you to think—”

“I know… and I get it. But I wanted to do that for my own pleasure as well. That had nothing to do with owing you anything.”

“I’d really love to return that favor right now,” he says as he bends over and helps me off my knees.

Shaking my head, I step away and give him room to exit the tub. “We have dinner to eat first. After that, you can have your way with me.”

Reaching over to the towel rod, I grab the one I know is Rand’s and toss it to him. He catches it and starts to dry off. When I turn to walk out of the bathroom, he says, “Cat.”

I look over my shoulder at him. “It’s going to be another all-nighter, just so you know.”

Oh, God… I squeeze my legs together to alleviate the ache that just formed.

Maybe we don’t need to eat dinner just yet.





Chapter 9


Rand



“Damn, this is good,” I say before taking another bite of meatloaf.

“We should have at least heated it up,” Cat grumbles as she takes a tentative bite herself.

Turns out, she went ahead and let me return the favor to her right after that f*cking unbelievable head she gave me. She appeared to weigh her options carefully when I told her we’d be up all night again. I could literally see the wheels turning in her brain and imagined her balancing needs against wants.

On one hand, an immediate and satisfying orgasm from my tongue on her clit.

On the other, cold food that could be reheated.

She chose the orgasm, and I, in turn, tossed her on the bed and ate her out so thoroughly, I think she actually had two orgasms. A big one and then a smaller one right on the heels of that when I nipped her clit with my teeth as she was coming down. She shrieked in surprise and her back arched off the bed, and I was so fascinated by her response, I pressed two fingers in her wet * and felt the tremors of that release from the inside. Made me start to get hard again, but I figured we needed to eat and get some sustenance for what I had planned for her.

So I pulled a weak-kneed Cat from the bed and tossed her a t-shirt from one of my drawers. After I pulled on a pair of jeans, we stumbled into the kitchen where I fixed us up two plates. Because I was starved and horny for her again, I didn’t bother heating the food. The look on Cat’s face right now tells me she’s not a fan of cold grub.

“The sooner we eat, the sooner I can f*ck you,” I tell her in a matter-of-fact manner.

“You’re insatiable,” she says with a grin, then pokes her fork into the mac and cheese.

“You’re a bad influence,” I tell her with a return smile full of mischief, but then I feel the smile slide right off my face when I hear my phone ringing from the bathroom where I left it with my clothes.

Wake Up Call.

I ignore it and stab at the meatloaf, pissed that Tarryn’s calling me again and that she can’t take a hint. Even more pissed that she’s ruining my hard-on.

“Do you need to get that?” Cat asks softly.

I look up at her with a shake of my head. “Nah. We’re eating, and this is fabulous by the way.”

Her eyes light up from the praise. Thankfully, the phone goes silent.

Sadly, it starts ringing again.

Wake Up Call.