Wicked Lust (The Wicked Horse #2)
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I blink several times, the light around me harsh on my sensitive eyes, and I realize I’m in what looks like a large living room. A couch to my right with a framed painting mounted on the wall. Confused, my eyes slide to Cain’s, but then a rustling sound behind him catches my attention. I lean slightly, look past Cain’s shoulder, and see a man leaning casually up against the adjacent wall that borders a dark hallway. He stands with his arms crossed across his massive chest, dark brown hair worn in messy, long layers with whiskey-colored eyes.
He’s stunning, but what catches me off guard the most is the strand of thin, white rope in his hands.
A slight cough behind me causes me to spin.
Two men stand there, both staring at me with not unfriendly faces, but not with open smiles either. One has a slightly amused look though. They’re tall, well built, and extremely good looking. One has blond hair that’s shaved on the sides but really long on top, so long it falls to one side and hangs down to almost his jaw. He has a full, thick beard and an eyebrow ring. The other has short, dark hair, eyes just as dark, and a goatee that surrounds a set of generously full lips. He reaches down and rubs his crotch while he stares at me, and wow… just…
“Sloane,” Cain says softly. I whip back to him, feeling like my heart is about to burst forth from my chest. His hands come to my face where they hold me gently, so I focus on him. “This is for you… your fantasy.”
“But—” I start to question.
So many questions.
Where are we?
Who are these men?
What are they going to do to me?
Will I die from pleasure?
Or will this be a terrible, terrible mistake I’m making?
“No buts,” he cuts me off quickly. “I only want to know if you’re in or out. I promise you won’t be hurt. I promise it will be phenomenal, and you will come over and over again. But if you’re in, then we’re starting and the only way we’re stopping is if you use a safe word, okay?”
“A safe word?” I mumble, feeling like my thoughts are drowning in mud.
“You say the word and we stop immediately,” he explains. “Normally, a safe word is to stop the application of pain if it gets to be too much, but I promise you that’s not what we’re doing here. Remember I told you that you’re not really cut out for a gang bang? We’re modifying things a bit. Giving you a lighter version, okay? But if it gets too overwhelming… too intense… you say the word and we stop. You can’t pick the word ‘stop’ though, because we’ll ignore it. I expect you might say that a time or two as things get intense, so choose your word carefully.”
My head swivels, trying to see the three men… trying to see if there are any more.
“But who are these guys? Where are we?” I ask, mostly in an effort to try to ground myself, but also because I’m confused. Are we in someone’s house? This isn’t a sex club.
“The only thing you need to know is that this is private property, you’re safe, and these are guys I work with and trust.”
I peek at the large guy standing behind Cain with the rope. He’s a bit scary looking in his intensity. “Are you going to introduce me—?”
“Sloane,” Cain says firmly and my eyes slam back to him. “This isn’t a social. You’re going to get fucked by strangers—and me, of course—but you don’t need to know them. They’re going to do with you what they want, and that’s part of the fantasy, right?”
“But you’re going to be involved too, right?”
His lips curve up, and he smiles at me in understanding. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“And… um… I don’t think I’m ready for…” My words trail off, complete embarrassment overtaking me that these men are listening to this.
“No cocks in your ass tonight,” Cain affirms with a chuckle. “I’ve already told them it’s mine, but that doesn’t mean other things won’t be in there.”
A massive shudder hits me from his words. While I can see that amuses Cain, it also turns his eyes dark… the green disappearing and the brown overflowing, which I’ve come to recognize as hot desire.
So now it’s decision time. I can be a big girl, tell myself this is all to further my career because it will help me get better intel. I reason to myself that if I go through with this, show Cain how much I love it—even if I have to fake it—then he’ll invite me into the club. I keep him interested with my adventurous innocence, worm my way in, and find exactly what I need to write my article.
Or… I can be honest with myself and admit that I might possibly be doing this for other reasons. Maybe perhaps because I feel something with Cain that I’ve never felt before. Something has awakened inside of me, and it seems to be begging for more.
And if I go ahead and admit that to myself, what does this mean for Cain and me? Once this is over and done with, will he look at me the same? If it’s different, will it be increased desire or disgust?
This concerns me.
“Cain,” I whisper as I lean in toward him, my hands coming to rest on his chest while he still frames my face with his own. “What about us?”
“What about us?” he asks in a low voice, his eyes searching mine for clarification.
“Well… how do you feel about other men… with me? I mean, there’s no way in hell I’d let you do this with four girls. It doesn’t seem to make sense to me.”
Understanding fills his eyes, lightening them up a bit. He gives me a sympathetic smile and a soft kiss. “Sloane… this fantasy of yours… it turns me the fuck on. Thinking about and watching you get pleasured… I’ve been obsessed with the idea since you told me. Trust me… this is as much for me as it is for you. I think you’ve figured my tastes run on the kinky side, right?”
I nod, because yeah… I figured that out.
I have no clue if this will really turn Cain on or end our relationship. I have to trust him when he says he’s cool with this, and the reason I have to trust him is because I have to also trust his promise that I won’t be hurt. I am putting my life and part of my soul in his hands right now, because I will be changed by this experience. Of that, there is no doubt.
Taking a deep breath, I give him permission to let the games begin. “Then my word safe word is Tennessee.”
Cain slams his mouth on me for a deep and possessive kiss with hands now gripping my jawline tightly and his entire body pressed to mine. I go dizzy, try to latch onto his arms, but he’s pulling away and releasing me.
He takes a step back and to the right, and the man with the rope in his hand comes into full view. He is truly magnificent both in form and face. He’s bigger than Cain and the other two guys, with muscles bulging under a tight, navy blue t-shirt and soft, faded jeans. His eyes are lasered onto me as he casually saunters forward, one hand holding the rope, the other letting his fingers idly stroke the silken-looking fibers.
“Get her naked,” the man says in a rough voice full of so much command, I almost start to pull at my clothes to obey. But then hands are all over me… Cain to my front and the two men behind me, and I’m stripped quickly. The minute my underwear clear my legs, I have a sudden moment of panic caused by my nakedness in front of three strangers and Cain… a man I’ve only known a few days.
“Cain,” the large man says as he drops the rope to the ground without taking his eyes off me. “Make her come real quick… let’s loosen her up a bit.”
I’m surprised when Cain doesn’t question the man or hesitate, but instead drops to his knees in front of me, his hands coming up to stroke the outside of my legs. He looks up at me, his dark lashes framing his eyes, which are now luminescent with more green than brown. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue, Sloane.”
My legs almost buckle under me just from the weight of pure sex in his tone, but I’m saved when the blond and dark-haired men behind me press in closer. I’m stunned when the blond curves his hands around me from behind, drags them down to my mound, and peels me apart right in front of Cain’s eyes.
The pleasure is exquisite, hitting me squarely between my legs, yet my entire body seems to be immersed in sensation. The blond man’s hands are holding me for Cain’s pleasure, the dark-haired man’s go to my breasts, and the large man surprises me by pulling his t-shirt up and over his head, revealing a massive but sculpted chest tattooed with flying blackbirds up his ribs.
I take all of that in quickly, then my eyes flutter closed because Cain is working his mouth hard between my legs and the decadent sinfulness of these last few moments is overwhelming to my senses. I feel an orgasm curl into a knot deep within me. Cain lashes at me hard and I break apart, letting out a long moan of relief as I climax.
Cain pulls his face away from me, giving me a languid smile. I return it and have to restrain myself from reaching out to him in a show of gratitude and tenderness. For a brief moment, no one else is in the room with us. It’s just him and me, sharing a moment that belongs to us alone. In this brief moment where everything else is excluded from my existence, I have almost an epiphany of sorts. That this… what we’re getting ready to do… is going to change not only me, but also Cain as well. I can’t tell you how or why I know this, but I can just sense that both of us are standing on a precipice, getting ready to take the jump, and we’re either going to soar or plummet, but whichever way it is, it’s going to be life-changing.
“Goddamn, that was hot,” the blond guy says, with his hands still between my legs. He tilts them inward, dragging his fingers through me, and I’m embarrassed again over how wet I am.
Cain’s brow furrows almost in confusion as our moment is shattered. The large man with the blackbird tattoos squats down, catching my attention. I watch as he picks the rope up from the ground, slides it through his hands, and stands back up straight again. Cain also stands up but takes a deferential step back as the big guy starts to circle me. I feel the blond and dark-haired guys’ hands fall from me as they step back.
The giant of a man circles around me, and I warily twist my head to watch his progress. My heart is pounding, partially fearful of this guy who looks like he could command legions of warriors and partly with exhilaration at what he could possibly do to me. My nipples harden in response to my thoughts. As he comes around to my front again, his gaze flicks down to them with a satisfied smirk on his face.
As if he knows what I was thinking and was expecting my body’s reaction.
“Rand… tie her up and have at her,” the man says suddenly, tossing the rope to the blond.
At least I know his name now, and I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.
“My pleasure,” I hear him say, and then my arms are being tied behind my back with the rope. It’s soft feeling against my skin, except when he pulls it tight, then it a produces a sharp bite. I hold back a whimper because I know innately that these guys have been told to go easy on me, and I don’t want to look like a wimp. I can handle this.
My eyes flick to Cain, and he’s watching with the focus of a hawk. I start to shoot him a smile but then a hand is on my head, fisting my hair into a stinging grip. The dark-haired guy comes to stand in front of me with a lecherous smile.
The big man steps forward and brings a hand to my jaw, pressing in slightly at the hinges, causing my mouth to open. He bends, moves his face close to mine, and whispers, “I want you to suck Logan’s dick. And make it good, okay?”
My eyes flick to Logan and his smile actually warms. He gives me a conspiratorial wink. With Rand at my backside, seeming to wrap endless loops around my wrists, and the man I now know to be Logan holding my hair, I’m stunned when the big guy… whose name I don’t know… gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek before letting my face go. He stuns me further when his hands go to Logan’s jeans and he deftly pops the button, dragging the zipper down. I’m beyond shocked, and God help me turned on beyond measure, when he pushes Logan’s jeans down just a bit and pulls his dick out, which is swollen with need.
It’s such an intimate act, completely kinky, and I can’t help myself. I look to the big guy and blurt, “What’s your name?”
His eyes move from Logan’s dick, which he casually starts stroking in his big hand, causing Logan to groan, and slide over to me slowly. His eyes squint in amusement, and he chuckles, “Bridger, darlin’. Nice to meet you.”
I smile at him, weirdly relieved to know his name. It makes him slightly less intimidating.
Until he says, “Now get on your knees. You got four men who need servicing.”
Chapter 15
Cain
Something about Bridger’s tone of voice catches me off guard. I’m achingly hard already just from stripping Sloane bare and watching her blush in front of three strangers while I ate her out. Watching Rand tie her hands up and Logan hold her hair got me even harder.
But the way Bridger just spoke—or maybe it was the actual words used—get me on edge a bit. I don’t want Sloane scared and while she’s been daring so far, this is a huge fucking deal that she’s doing this. People don’t wake up one morning and think to themselves, Hey, I think I’ll get fucked by four guys today.
It just doesn’t work that way, and she’s dealing with enough of a shock that I sprung this on her.
I did that with purpose, wanting to have her make a quick decision on whether to do this. I knew if I told her about it ahead of time, she would have probably talked herself to death on the pros and cons. No clue what her ultimate decision would have been, but tonight, she went with a gut instinct and that told her to go for it. This confirms my suspicion there’s a whole lot of gumption deep in that girl, and I want to bring it out tonight.
I just don’t want her scared at the same time.
Bridger turns, dips his hand into a bowl that rests on a small table, and pulls out a handful of condoms. He tosses each one of us a foiled packet. Logan uses his grip on Sloane’s hair to push her to her knees. I note with relief that she goes willingly and with a spark of excitement in her eyes. He releases her briefly so he can get the rubber on.
She waits patiently as Rand, Logan, and I open our pants and pull our cocks out. Her eyes flick back and forth between us, wide and blinking. God help me… she licks her lips once.
Logan gets suited up first, and he wastes no time. His hand shoots out, gripping a fistful of Sloane’s hair again at the back of her head. With his other hand on his cock, he pushes it toward her face. “Open up, baby.”
She does without hesitation, and I hold back a groan as I watch his dick disappear into her mouth. I know how good that mouth is. She’s got a fucking phenomenal mouth now that I think about it and as her cheeks hollow inward to suck on Logan, I can’t help but stroke my own aching dick.
Rand drops to his knees behind Sloane, sticks both hands to the insides of her thighs, and urges her to spread her legs a bit. She does so awkwardly, not having much leverage with her hands tied behind her back and Logan’s dick in her mouth. Rand rewards her by sliding two fingers inside of her, a move that causes her hips to buck, a lustful groan coming out of her mouth as Logan’s cock slips free. Bridger laughs darkly.
I take a few steps closer, my eyes flicking up to Bridger’s. He gives me a look that says, We’re just getting started, and that causes a thrill to race up my spine. I want this to be so good for Sloane, and I get what Bridger’s doing now. He’s starting out with a mind fuck, making her think this is all about the men in this room. Telling Sloane she’s servicing us. He did it to throw her off kilter, take away any security I may have given her by telling her that we’re going a bit easy. She doesn’t know what to expect now, and that is purposeful on Bridger’s part. He did it to flame her fears a bit, knowing it will magnify the s
ensual pleasure.
Logan lets out a long groan as Sloane takes him extra deep. “Fuck, that’s good.”
She responds and bobs on him faster.
“Let her bend over, Logan,” Rand says roughly as his fingers pump in and out of Sloane as she rotates her hips, seeking more. She needs fucked and right now.
Logan pulls out of Sloane’s mouth, drops to his knees, and then leans back so his ass rests on his heels. With both hands to Sloane’s head, he pulls her back down on him so she’s now taking him from a hovering position above his cock. This causes her back to go more perpendicular to the floor and her ass to tilt upward.
“Perfect,” Rand says gruffly as his fingers slide free. In one punch of his hips, he shoves his cock into her from behind.
Sloane gives a startled groan and her eyes flutters shut in pleasure. Everyone stills… Rand lodged deep in her pussy, Sloane with just the tip of Logan’s cock in her mouth, and Bridger and me watching to see what happens.
It’s Sloane who gets the action going again. Pulling forward a bit from Rand, she rotates her hips and pushes back, a silent plea for him to fuck her. She then starts bobbing up and down on Logan again, who brings his hands back to her head to help guide her. Rand starts pumping his hips in but goes at a leisurely pace, not wanting to knock her off the blow job game.
Rand and Logan look at each other, a beautiful, naked woman stretched and bound in between them, one fucking her from behind, the other fucking her mouth. I find myself insanely jealous of them at this moment.
“Give it to her deeper,” Bridger says in a low voice. Every one of us except perhaps for Sloane knows that Bridger is talking to Logan. He’s been studying Sloane’s skills, and he thinks she has more in her.
With his hands to Sloane’s head, Logan lifts his hips up on a downward swing from her. It causes his dick to go deep, and she gags. He quickly pulls her head up and she gulps a lungful of air before he pushes her back down again. “That’s it, sweet girl,” Logan murmurs to her as she gags again when he hits her throat. “You like choking on my cock, don’t you?”