He grinds against me. My pussy clamps hard on him, and he groans as he spurts inside of me, “Goddamn… that greedy fucking pussy 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 motherfucking 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 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.
She needs no encouragement because I know Cat loves anal as much as I do. Her ass goes up in the air and she spreads her legs to give me access.
While I’m horny enough I could happily drive into that snug hole, I take my time with her. I make excellent use of the lube, pressing my thumb in her ass while I stroke her clit softly with my other hand. By the time her body starts shaking with an orgasm, I’ve got three fingers in deep from behind and she couldn’t be more ready for me.
She sighs deeply with pleasure when I sink my cock in her ass. I bite the inside of my cheek so that I focus on pain, and this is so I don’t blow a nut right then and there.
And Christ… I’m glad she just came because I’m not going to last long at all. The gentleman in me has to remind myself that she’s come numerous times tonight and it’s okay if I race quickly to the end this time. Besides… I know she needs sleep.
The first swivel of my hips against her has my balls already tingling. My hands go to her hips. Latching onto her hard, I start a rhythmic thrust. Cat groans and thrashes below me, which turns me on even more to know she loves my dick in her ass. I squeeze my eyes shut and pump in and out, not so hard I can hurt her, but quickly enough that my balls quickly pull up tight with an unbelievable need to explode.
And I do… quick and viciously inside of her, planting myself in deep so I can fill her up from this end too.
Suddenly, my body becomes utterly exhausted. The hours of fucking we’ve just done becoming almost unbearably too much to comprehend. Cat’s body sags underneath of me to the mattress, and I follow right along with her. I immediately roll us to the side and wrap my warms around her. She snuggles into me, wiggling her ass, which is still gripping my dick inside of her.
I’m content and well sated, and I wonder if when we both wake up tomorrow, we’ll still want each other this way.
I’m pretty sure I know the answer to that as far as I’m concerned, but I have no clue how Cat feels.
Chapter 6
Cat
Samuel’s heavily lined face leers at me, hovers over me so close I can smell his breath, which is sour from the rot of decaying teeth. His blue eyes have a milk-like glaze over them because he’s mostly blind, but they still see me clearly enough.
“It’s time to pay up, Catherine,” he sneers at me before letting out a demented cackle of a laugh.
I roll hard to my left, so fast that I dislodge something heavy lying across my stomach, but it does nothing to hold me back. My terror-filled need to get away from Samuel fuels me with a burst of adrenaline, and I launch myself right out of the bed.
Straight onto my knees… where they thud painfully, but then I’m standing up and looking to bolt to the nearest door.
“Cat… what’s wrong?” I hear from the bed. For a split instant, I think it’s Samuel.
But then just as quickly it registers… that rich, deep voice… the smell of sex heavy in the air that is definitely not Samuel’s rotten breath.
I spin back to the bed and see the outline of Rand’s body sitting up in the bed, then his legs are swinging over the edge. I can’t see what he does, but I hear the snick of the lamp switch as the room is bathed in a soft glow.
He stands, swiveling his face to look at me. It’s filled with concern, even as he’s walking around the bed to me as he repeats. “What’s wrong?”
My hand comes up, resting over my chest, and I can feel the mad pounding as I realize I must have been having a dream. I try to force myself to calm down, thinking of Samuel’s body lying in his casket so
that I remember he’s dead and can’t hurt me anymore.
Rand’s large hands come to my shoulders, feeling steady and comfortable as they hold me. He’s completely naked, yet I don’t really see that right now. All I see are his blond lashes framing those green eyes, which are filled with worry for me.
For me.
I’m almost lost as to what to say to him because no one ever worries about me. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone in my life ask me “what’s wrong”. Maybe a teacher, but I really can’t recall a specific instance. Certainly not my mother. Don’t know my father. And definitely never Samuel.
No close friends who fretted over my feelings or safety.
Not even co-workers where I danced in Vegas had ever asked me if something was wrong.
Not one person in my life cared enough, and yet here Rand stands before me, holding me steady and asking me a very simple question.
What’s wrong?
“I had a nightmare about Samuel,” I say, my voice hoarse with sleep, but I’m pleased that it’s steady with the truth.
Rand’s eyes get soft with understanding. Before I know what’s happening, he’s picking me up in his arms, depositing me back into bed and crawling in behind me. We lay on our sides, facing each other, and he puts an arm around my waist to pull me in closer to him.
“Want to tell me about it?” he asks, his gentle voice putting me at ease.
“I think I do,” I murmur, tilting my head back so I can look at him.
He surprises me by giving me a kiss. Not a sexual kiss but just a sweet one that validates he’s here to listen and support me. “Lay it on me, Cat. I’ve got you.”
And he does. For the moment anyway. Eyes shining with support and a steady arm around my waist. This man who has been nothing in the past to me but a mindless fuck has very quickly become perhaps the nicest person I’ve ever encountered.
So I barely stumble over my words when I tell him why Samuel visits me in my dreams. “My husband never had sex with me. Not once in the time we dated, nor in the time we were married.”
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