Wicked Lust (The Wicked Horse #2)

by Sawyer Bennett

  Logan pulls her up free again and I see Sloane’s eyes water, not sure from the lack of oxygen or if she’s scared, but either way, I don’t give a fuck the cause, because it’s going to stop.

  “Ease the fuck up, Logan,” I growl as I take a step toward him.

  Rand pushes into her deep and goes still, interested to see what happens. Logan holds Sloane’s face hovering over his dick and rather than answer to me, he turns to Bridger for direction. To my relief, he gives a short nod of affirmation.

  Logan turns to Sloane, gives her a soft smile, and then pulls up on her head a bit as he leans into her. He kisses her mouth gently and says, “Sorry, sweet girl. My bad.”

  Sloane’s eyes are filled with immediate relief, which immediately relieves me. I’ll never forgive myself if she walks away from this as a bad experience.

  “Let’s try something else,” Bridger says as he kneels down beside Sloane. Rand doesn’t stop fucking her though, but he goes slowly so as to not knock her off balance. Bridger quickly undoes the knot against her wrists and unlaces the intricate pattern that’s binding her. He pulls the rope away swiftly and says, “Stand her up.”

  Rand pulls free, his dick wet and bobbing while Logan helps Sloane to her feet.

  Bridger also stands straight, his dick also still hard and ready for some action at some point. “Hold your arms out, darlin’,” he says to Sloane.

  She complies. Bridger immediately takes the rope and starts to retie her wrists from the front, leaving about a two-foot length free at the end. Logan doesn’t miss an opportunity to further his apology to Sloane for choking her because he puts a hand between her legs and starts rubbing at her clit. She moans, drops her head back, and pushes her hips into him. She looks at me and I give her a smile, my hand absently tugging on my own cock to try to give it some relief.

  In less than a minute, Bridger is pulling on the rope and Logan steps back and away from her. Bridger leads her to the middle of the living room we’re in, which is one of the newer fantasy cabins that happened to not be in use tonight, and says, “Hold your arms up.”

  Sloane does, no hesitation, as she doesn’t understand what’s getting ready to happen. Bridger takes the free end of the rope and reaches his own hands above his head, tilting his head back. Sloane does the same. Her eyes widen as she watches him tie the end to a large hook bolted into the ceiling. He pulls on it, removing all slack and even causing her to go on her tiptoes a bit. I know it will be biting into her skin, but I also know she can take it.

  Bridger stands back and says, “Rand… Logan… have at her. Fuck her good and then Cain and I will finish her off.”

  Chapter 16

  Sloane

  Rand comes to stand in front of me. He looks up at the rope tied to the hook above, and then back to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now, now, now… all kinds of things we can do with you like this,” he says in a playfully ominous tone. I dig my toes down into the carpet, bracing myself for whatever’s coming.

  I will have to say, I’ve never been flooded with such an array of emotions all at the same time. Excitement, fear, pleasure, pain, worry, gratitude, horniness, trepidation. All of it just completely throwing my entire system out of whack.

  For a moment, when Logan was trying to deep throat me, I almost panicked. Not because I was truly afraid of him, and honestly, I sort of liked the rough handling a bit, but I seriously didn’t think I’d be able to breathe if he kept it up. More confusing to me than all the stuff I’d been feeling prior to that, was hearing the deadly tone in Cain’s voice when he told Logan to stop. While I know reasonably in my mind that this is just a sexual experience that is devoid of feelings and intimacy, the way Cain stepped forward in protection of me struck me straight through the chest. Then I had another moment of exquisite doubt that this was all wrong. That this could ruin anything between Cain and me for the future, but just as quickly, I had to remind myself… what future? I’m using him to do an undercover story.

  So I pushed that worry aside and decided to ride this experience out.

  “How about a kiss first before I fuck you?” Rand asks me. He has the prettiest green eyes set off by long, blond lashes. I can see tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt, and the punk-styled haircut and nose ring lend a very cool edginess to him.

  “Sure thing,” I tell him with a saucy smile, figuring to keep up with the way this has turned sort of playful.

  I wait for him to press his mouth to mine, and I even see a flash of silver indicating his tongue is pierced when he smiles back at me, but he shocks the shit out of me by dropping to his knees and sticking said pierced tongue right between my legs. I’m so surprised that I actually cry out from the sinful invasion as he stabs his tongue into me, pulls it out, and licks straight up my center. He then merely stands back up and grins at me. Giving his lower lip a lick, he says, “Fucking delicious.”

  Then Rand bends his knees, grabs me under my ass, and lifts me up. My legs go wide, and he unceremoniously shoves his dick inside of me. He’s not as wide as Cain is, but he’s just as long because he immediately knocks into something deep within me, which I suspect is a direct assault on my G-spot. I moan and sag against the ropes, causing them to bite into my skin more but I just don’t care.

  “Oh, sweet Sloane,” Rand groans as he moves inside of me. “You’re fucking perfect.”

  I’m vaguely aware of Logan walking around me, and then his arm circles around my waist from the rear. Pressing his cock, which is still wet with my saliva up against my ass, his hand goes in between my legs, where he softly pinches and rubs my clit. Rand starts to fuck me hard, ramming into me at a furious pace… hitting that spot deep inside me each time. Sweat breaks out on his forehead and within moments, both of us are grunting almost in tandem with every thrust. Logan’s fingers on me cause a second orgasm to start forming, and then he does the unimaginable.

  He brings his other hand down to grasp the bottom of Rand’s dick, counter stroking him while he heaves in and out of me.

  “Yeah,” Rand groans as his eyes close in pleasure. “Fuck yeah.”

  Oh, jeez… that’s hot. Watching a man jerk another man off while he’s fucking me.

  Orgasm has launched.

  I cry out… a strange, gurgling sound, but it’s overshadowed when Rand slams into me, throws his head back, and starts shaking. “Oh, man, that’s good.”

  I can feel his dick thumping inside of me while he unloads into the condom and Logan’s fingers still pluck at my clit. I gasp in lungfuls of oxygen, my heart ready to explode, and I mentally say to myself, One down… three to go.

  Logan releases his hold on Rand’s dick and pulls back on my hips, causing Rand to slip free of me although he still holds my legs. The minute the head of his cock is gone—before I can even take in another breath and get my bearings—Logan is shoving into me from behind. I cry out from the sudden invasion. My eyes flick over to Cain, just over Rand’s shoulder, who seems to be holding his own dick in a strangle hold, his eyes glazed and his jaw locked tight. His eyes are pinned to my pelvis area, watching as I’m jolted from behind with every thrust that Logan is giving me.

  “Easy,” Logan murmurs in my ear as he fucks me. “I’ve got you.”

  He heaves up and into me, his breathing harsh in my ear and at odds with his tender words. I close my eyes, give into the sensations of the second guy who’s fucking me tonight, knowing that it’s not even done and it’s the most intense thing that’s ever happened to me in my life.

  “Get out of the way,” I hear Cain say and when I open my eyes, he’s shoving Rand away. Cain takes my legs and lowers them to the floor. I can feel Logan adjusting his stance behind me but he never misses a stroke, except now the angle has him moving even more shallowly within me.

  Cain leans in, gives me a swift kiss. When he pulls away, he murmurs, “Want to taste you again.”

  Oh, God.

  He wouldn’t?

  Not while Logan was…

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nbsp; Cain drops to his knees and hikes one of my legs over his shoulders, while Logan continues to pound me from behind. He has to shift slightly again, and he must be bending his legs because now he’s able to drive up into me again with bruising force.

  Then Cain’s mouth is back on my pussy. I immediately start to convulse again as I realize he has to be licking at Logan while he fucks me. There’s just not enough room down there otherwise. I moan, trying to hold off my orgasm, but then I make the mistake of looking down at Cain’s head bobbing in between my legs, and I lose it. Knowing he’s down there, eating me out, probably licking Logan’s cock… it’s just too much. I come apart from the inside out and scream from the force of the pleasure.

  “Who’s going to be next?” Logan grunts as he moves even faster within me. Cain stands up, wiping his mouth off with his hand.

  “My turn,” Bridger says gruffly, and my eyes fly to him. He’s the one I’ve been worried about. He’s the one who scares me the most, and yet I feel like he’s the one who’s going to push me in just the right way.

  “Get ready, dude,” Logan pants. “I’m about to come.”

  Logan’s cock pumping in and out of me like a jackhammer feels so good, and I watch with wide eyes as I now take in Bridger stepping up to me. His jeans are open, pushed to just below his hips, and he is massive. Around the same size as Cain and shining from the tip of his cock is a barbell pierced through the head. He strokes himself roughly with one hand while ripping a foil packet open with his teeth.

  “F-u-u-c-k,” Logan curses as he slams into me, his fingers digging down hard into my hips and my feet momentarily coming up off the floor. He leans his face forward, clamps his teeth onto my shoulder, and bites into me as he starts to come. The tingles left over from the last orgasm Cain handed me seem to spark again, and I’m vaguely aware of Bridger rolling the condom on over that massive erection as I sag against the ropes even more, all feeling in my hands gone.

  Logan steps away, the loss of him inside me almost leaving me barren feeling, and then Bridger’s strong arms are releasing me from the hook. My knees buckle, and he’s surprisingly gentle as he lowers me to the carpet. I look at Cain, who has a half smile on his face, his hand idly stroking at his cock again.

  Bridger turns me, places me on my knees, and pushes me forward. My tied wrists come out in an attempt to support my upper body, but Bridger pushes on me harder so I go down to my elbows. This leaves my ass high in the air and he pushes a jean-clad leg in between mine, swiping it back and forth to spread them further apart.

  “Lube,” is all he says, and it sounds like a surgeon asking for a scalpel during surgery. The skin on my neck prickles and a jolt of fear travels from head to toe.

  I try to turn my head to see what’s going on, but I can’t get a good look down on my elbows. I feel hands on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, and a cold drizzle of lube hitting me dead center.

  “Don’t,” I say as I try to rise up, but Bridger places one large hand on my back to hold me in place and smacks the other against my ass just hard enough to get me to shut up.

  “I know you don’t want a cock in your ass, darlin’, so quit worrying,” he says gruffly. It doesn’t ease my anxiety because I know something’s going back there.

  “Relax,” I hear Cain murmur and I take a deep breath, choosing to trust he won’t let this large man hurt me.

  Bridger’s fingers go in between my ass, rubbing up against my opening, and then dropping lower, pulling the lube along. He rubs all over my pussy, pushing fingers inside of me and massaging my insides. I groan, drop my head down, and stare at the carpet briefly before closing my eyes and just concentrating on the feeling.

  His hand is gone, but then I feel the head of his cock rubbing there. Even through the latex of the condom, I can feel the nuances of the piercing against my flesh and I can’t help shuddering. He pushes in, just the head, and I take a deep breath to get ready for his invasion. Instead, his hand slaps at my ass again, this time hard and making the sound of a cracking whip.

  “Shit,” I cry out, my head rearing upward, and then he slams inside of me, rocking my whole body forward.

  And Christ, that feels good, despite the sting on my ass and my tender flesh he just stretched wide.

  Bridger starts a steady pace, his breathing loud and choppy. I glance up, seeing Rand and Logan sitting on the couch watching us. They’ve disposed of the condoms, and their cocks are soft as they lay against their stomachs. Rand shoots me a wink, and then just to shock the hell out of me I bet, Logan reaches his hand out and curls his fingers around Rand’s dick, lightly rubbing his thumb over the soft head. Rand lets out a contented sigh and his head falls back against the couch, eyes closed in bliss. He starts swelling right before my eyes and under Logan’s strokes.

  It’s too much. I drop my head back down again and concentrate on the feel of Bridger… the third guy to fuck me tonight.

  And just when I didn’t think I could get overloaded any further, Bridger starts to talk dirty to me.

  With fingers pressing into the globes of my butt cheeks, Bridger asks, “You like this, Sloane? Like getting fucked by multiple guys?”

  I grunt my assent.

  “Is your pussy sore yet?” he taunts as he tunnels in and out. “Because it ain’t a good fucking unless it hurts.”

  I can’t even answer; the words are so filthy and provocative that I wouldn’t trust my voice. But I don’t think he wants an answer because he says, “Next time… you’re going to take three of us at once and you’re going to love it.”

  God, I think he’s right. I think I would, but then again… I’m full-on delirious at this point.

  “I heard you want Cain’s cock in your ass,” Bridger says thoughtfully, never pausing in his thrusts. “I think I’ll help move that along.”

  That’s all the warning I get before he’s pushing a finger inside of me. And not the gentle easing in that Cain did the other night, but straight in deep and to the third knuckle, causing me to cry out in astonished pleasure. With the same motions of his thrusts, he pulls that finger out and rams it back in. It feels good, I don’t want him to stop, so I actually say, “Don’t stop” when he pulls his finger free, only to scream out when he pushes two back in.

  The invasion burns, causing tears to prick my eyes, but immediately morphs into a fullness that ramps up the pleasure of his cock inside of me. In and out his fingers go, his dick matching pace. I feel dizzy from the overload of pleasure, now grunting like some kind of animal.

  Then Cain is in front of me, kneeling down… resting his ass on his heels. His hand comes under my chin and he lifts my face up, holding tight as my entire body is being rocked back and forth by Bridger. His eyes are filled with a mixture of worry and lust. His cock is swollen and dark through the latex of the condom.

  “You okay?” he asks. I immediately nod, and then gasp as my ass starts burning again. I think Bridger just stuck a third finger inside of me. I can’t tell for sure though because I’m about ready to pass out from the avalanche of sensations.

  “I bet she’d take your cock back here right now,” I hear Bridger say, but Cain shakes his head in the negative.

  “Suit yourself,” Bridger says as he removes his fingers, and then both hands are at my hips. He really plows into me from behind, slamming into me so hard our skin cracks against each other. He hits me so deep it almost hurts, and my mouth falls open in a silent scream of pleasure.

  “Gonna come,” Bridger says roughly, and I’m surprised when he pulls out. I can hear the sound of the condom snapping and then warm liquid hits my back. I turn my head, pulling away from Cain’s fingers still under my chin, and see Bridger with his head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut. His hand works his cock, jacking himself through an orgasm as he unloads his semen onto me.

  This stuns me, but I don’t question it. It’s sort of dirty hot, and I don’t mind.

  Three down, the best yet to come.

  Cain takes me by the shoulders and he
lps me up into a kneeling position. I feel Bridger’s semen sliding down my back onto my butt. As if reading my mind, Cain whips his t-shirt off and reaches around me, wiping the mess up and then tossing it aside.

  He then puts his hands to my face again and gives me the sweetest kiss he’s ever bestowed on me. There’s not an ounce of lust in it, although I know by the massive erection he’s sporting that he’s turned on like nothing else, and this relieves me.

  “You are like the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with,” he murmurs, and then kisses me again. “And I can’t wait to fuck you right now with these guys watching.”

  I don’t have a chance to respond, not that I’d know what to say to that, but I do know that a new flood of wetness seeps out of me at the thought of Cain giving me the best I’ll have tonight to make this an unforgettable experience. One of Cain’s hands comes to my tied wrists where he latches onto them, and the other goes to a shoulder where he gently eases me onto my back.

  “Little help here, guys,” Cain says. Rand and Logan push off the couch, both of their dicks now standing at half mast from their open flies.

  Cain pushes up off the floor. To my surprise, he starts taking off the rest of his clothing. While Rand, Logan, and Bridger remained completely clothed, which was sort of hot and made me feel dirty and vulnerable in a way, I’m touched that Cain wants to be completely naked with me.

  As he disrobes, Rand and Logan kneel down on the carpet beside me.

  “She’s ready for a hard fucking now,” Logan says in a low voice.

  From the other side of me, Rand says, “Cain’s going to own that pussy of yours, Sloane.”

  A shudder ripples through me, knowing that they are talking filthy for my benefit. Rand even takes a hand, puts it between my legs, and slides a finger into me while Cain pushes his jeans and underwear off.