Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3)(46)

“Yeah,” he grunts as Logan starts to pump, but only a few times before he’s pulling his hand away.

More lube, this time dribbled right over Logan’s hard cock that I notice is covered with a condom. I’m not sure when that happened… probably while I was kissing Rand, but who cares when. It’s the now I’m focused on with Logan lining up to Rand’s ass. I slide sideways a bit more, get closer to the action so I can see, still keeping my hand on Rand’s back. Logan’s a big guy with a lot of girth and for a brief moment, I worry about Rand. But then I watch as he pushes his hips back a little, a silent plea, and I know he’ll be all right.

With his hand and hips guiding the way, Logan places the tip of his cock against Rand’s ass and flexes forward slightly. The large head slowly disappears as I watch in fascination.

“More,” Rand groans. My hand starts stroking the muscles of his back, my other hand coming up to rest on his butt.

“Give him more,” I tell Logan softly.

Logan’s face is pinched with pleasure, his lower lip between his teeth and digging in hard. He does as I ask and pushes his hips forward even more, sinking inch by inch into Rand. When the trimmed hairs on his pelvis brush against Rand’s ass, and I know he’s rooted deep, I let my breath out in a wavering gust of longing and excitement.

Rand’s head is still hanging low, eyes closed and jaw locked as Logan starts to move. Luxurious pulls of his cock out, with penetratingly slow thrusts back in.

Each time he bottoms out, Rand grunts in pleasure.

Each time Rand grunts in pleasure, an ache throbs between my legs.

Logan picks up the pace, which lends to an almost fevered vibe in the air. Sweat on his forehead, chest heaving and his hands gripping Rand by the hips with this thumbs digging down into the muscle, he mutters an almost endless stream of filth to Rand, “Christ… this feels good. You know I love *, man, but this ass… never mind f*cking it. Going to come so hard… going to pound you harder. Then when we’re all recovered, we’re going to fill Cat up. I’ll take her *… you can have her ass, Rand. Sandwich her right between us and f*ck her oh so good.”

My gaze slides to Logan, mesmerized by his dirty words. Completely turned on by them as well. He smiles at me as he pumps in and out of Rand, and then nods his head downward with a pointed look that I should take a gander. “Your boy likes dirty talk.”

Tilting my head, lowering my eyes, I see Rand with his back rounded, head hanging down and his own hand between his legs, working his cock. Stroking with a tight grip. Quick, furious pumping while he grunts and groans.

He’s rock hard again.

He’s. Hard. Again.

“Stop,” I blurt out, my hand on Rand’s ass moving to Logan’s chest. He doesn’t stop his movements immediately, but slows them down, finally pulling out and then pressing back in deep where he holds still. Both men, with heaving chests, look at me curiously and with a little frustration.

“I want you inside of me,” I say as my gaze snaps to Rand’s. “Want you to come inside of me.”

Total silence. Rand’s face strained with the need to come. Logan’s not looking much different.

“While he’s f*cking you,” I add on to clarify my wishes.

“Figured that much, Cat,” Rand says with his lips tipped upward. While still looking at me but clearly talking to Logan, he says, “Pull out, man.”

Logan does as requested, both he and Rand not able to hold back a wistful moan at the friction caused from the exit, and then Rand pushes off the bed coming just to his knees. “You want on your back or knees, Cat?”

“Whatever’s best,” I breathe out, my heart racing and my skin flushed warm with the thought of what we’re about to do.

“On your back,” he says in a low voice as he reaches out to graze his knuckles over one of my nipples. “So I can watch your face.”

And I melt again, immediately sagging to the bed and positioning myself on my back. Rand maneuvers, comes in between my legs, and lowers himself onto me so he can give me a kiss. His chest presses onto mine, his dick hard and pulsing as it bears down against my pubic mound and his arms slipping under me so he puts me in a full-body hug as his tongue slides into my mouth.

Pure bliss.

My arms go over his shoulders, wrapping around the back of his neck, and I hold him tight to me as we make out, the only movement of our bodies being our tongues and lips.

Finally, he breaks contact, lifting his face from mine and giving me a smile bright with repletion. Eyes holding mine, he pushes off me, grabbing my legs and spreading me wide. Hands to the backs of my thighs, he swivels his hips and as if his dick knows exactly where to go, it pushes into me.

Sinking in like it belongs, every nerve ending firing in welcome relief that he’s there. “That’s it,” he whispers as he claims my *. “Taking every inch of me and loving it.”

“Yes,” I whisper back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and lids lowering to full darkness. If I watch Rand and see the same expressions I saw on his face when he was f*cking Logan’s mouth, I know I’m going to burst apart so violently, I’m afraid I won’t be put back together.

Rand starts moving, an animalistic sound of need and urgency rising from his chest. He thrusts in and out of me a few times, and my head starts to spin. I become lost to the sensation of him.