Wicked Need

by Sawyer Bennett

  Want to know something that really turned me on at The Silo?

  And there it is... the first time I've thought about The Silo in five long days. It's a record for sure.

  My fingers fly across my phone. Yes, I do.

  Her reply comes back much faster than the priors, and I go ahead and take that to mean she's eager to let me know her dirty thoughts. This I can get on board with because, for the most part, Cat's sort of taken a backseat in bed and let me control how things go. I'd like to see her start making some demands of her own so I can show her there's someone who really wants to give her that.

  I get achingly hard when I read her reply. Watching you and Logan together.

  My head spins. She liked watching Logan and me together? I can't believe she'd even remember something like that because in The Silo, that stuff's pretty normal.

  My cock starts to throb realizing she enjoyed watching me.

  Sure, with another guy, but that doesn't bother me. What Logan and I do together is hot. We don't mess around with each other without a girl involved, as neither of us is gay. Not even sure we're bisexual.

  Maybe.

  Who knows?

  But we both have no qualms with some guy-on-guy action when we're in the heat of things. Always in a multiples or an orgy-type situation. He's fucked me and I've fucked him, although he prefers to top. I like both.

  We've both sucked each other's cock, and let me tell you... he's damn good. Not as good as Cat, but damn near close.

  It's not been that long since we did a fantasy together, and a smile comes to my face as I remember that was a four-on-one we did with Bridger, Cain, and Sloane. Logan and I didn't have sex that time, as it was all about Sloane's pleasure, but we did a lot of touching while in the process, and that's just as nice.

  I text her back without giving any deep thought to what I'm getting ready to offer. Want a repeat?

  I hold my breath for what seems like an agonizingly long time, until I get back two words guaranteed to make the rest of this day go slower. I do.

  We'll be at the apartment by 6:30. Be naked and ready. And sober. I want you fully alert.

  After I send that text, I dial Logan's number. He'll be game. I know he'll be well done with work for the day, cleaned up, and ready to go by 6:30 PM. Which is technically a ridiculously early time to get your sexy party on, but fuck if I'm going to wait.

  Logan's waiting at the top of the stairs that lead up to my apartment, leaning back against the door with one booted foot propped against it, another long leg stretched out. With his arms folded casually across his chest and a bland look on his face, you'd have no idea looking at him that he was vibrating with sexual need right now.

  Logan is one of the most sexual creatures I've ever known. Before I knew the real deal about Cat, I would have put them in the same category, almost as if they needed sex to survive. I hang out at The Silo a lot, but Logan is there every single night, for hours at a time. I'm not sure there's a patron there who has as much sex as he does, and it never seems to get old for him.

  Maybe he's a sex addict now that I think about it, but whatever. Not my place to judge.

  "Can't say I hated getting your call this afternoon," he says with a slow smile as he pushes off the door. "A private night with you and Catherine... fantasy come true."

  I smile but hold it for only a moment before I level him with a serious look. "Listen... Cat's in a bit of a rough place. A lot of that stuff at The Silo she did... that was her husband making her do those things."

  "What?" Logan asks with his eyebrows drawing inward.

  I nod. "But that's not the rough place. Plenty about The Silo she came to like... including apparently watching you and me together... but it's other stuff. She got kicked out of her house, credit cards shut off, and told she was cut out of inheriting anything. Was basically fucking living in her car."

  Logan scrubs a hand over his chin, worry in his eyes. He nods at me, and I continue. "She's been staying here for the last week, and well... something's happening between us. I'm not quite sure what it is, but it's something."

  "So why am I here?" Logan asks.

  "Because despite all that shit she's been through, Cat still has her dirty side. She's apparently owning it. This is by her request tonight."

  "What are the boundaries?" he asks, and I know why he's going there. I just told him that something was happening between Cat and me, and he's being respectful of that. Logan and I have both been with committed couples before, and you usually have a talk about what lines can and can't be crossed. Sometimes just an intimate kiss is something a person might not want you to do to their monogamous partner, even if he's okay with you sticking your cock in his wife's pussy. It's complicated at times, but it's best to lay it out.

  "Only boundaries are the one's she sets," I say, totally ignoring the slight rumbling of unease over the fact that Cat might very well want to fuck Logan tonight. But if that's what she wants, I'm going to make sure she gets it. "This is all about her fantasy tonight. We'll let her direct."

  Logan reaches down, readjusts himself and mutters, "Let's get started then. I've been sporting this hard-on all afternoon since I took your call."

  I turn toward my door and make short work of unlocking it because I've been in the same situation all afternoon too. The apartment is quiet and dark with only a faint spilling of light coming out from my bedroom into the living room.

  "Give me just a minute, okay?" I murmur to Logan as he stops by my couch.

  "Sure thing."

  I walk into the bedroom, immediately assaulted by the vision of Cat exactly how I told her to be.

  Naked and in bed.

  She's lying on her side, head propped up on her hand and the other laying gracefully along her body. One leg straight, the other slightly bent. It's sexy and provocative and my eyes immediately fall to her breasts, then slide down to check out the rest of her.

  "You look gorgeous," I tell her as I walk to edge of the bed, loving the low burn of lust I see in her eyes. I'm thinking this has been a long afternoon for all of us. "Have you touched yourself since you got here?"

  She shakes her head.

  "Good girl," I say, sitting on the edge of the mattress. I lean over, placing a hand on the bed behind her. My face hovers over hers as she tilts her head to look at me. "Logan's in the living room and will be in here in a minute. But tonight, you're going to tell us what to do and what you want."

  She starts to shake her head.

  "Yes, Cat," I say firmly. "Your fantasy. We do exactly what you want and there isn't anything you can't ask us to do... to you or to each other, okay?"

  Her eyes shine with a mixture of excitement, worry, and a hotter sizzle of lust. "Okay."

  "Let me check something out," I tell her as I stand up from the bed. "Turn on your back."

  She complies and I push a hand between her legs, pressing two fingers inside of her. Soaking wet.

  Pulling them out, I lick them off and start to get undressed, never taking my eyes off Cat. I sense Logan walk in behind me, hear his clothing start to hit the floor, but I keep staring at her. She lets her gaze flick briefly to Logan, but then it's back on me again as I disrobe. Her eyes roam all over me, pinning on my cock once I get my jeans off.

  Logan comes up to stand beside me. I give him a brief glance, noting his dick is as hard and straight as mine is. I look back to Cat. "Tell us what to do."

  Cat adjusts herself on the bed, pushes up so her back is resting on the pillows, which are stacked against the headboard. She raises her legs, plants her feet on the mattress, and spreads her knees wide. One delicate hand goes between and she starts to play with herself. Soft, tiny strokes... nothing that would get her off, but an indication she's already turned on by what's before her.

  Her actions... displaying herself like that and setting herself up to watch us has my cock leaking hard and an unbearable need to crawl on the bed and sink into her.

  But then she says, "I want you two to
kiss. And touch each other."

  Logan turns and starts to place a hand on my shoulder, but I say, "Wait up."

  Turning to my nightstand, I open the drawer and pull out a bottle of lube, tossing it on the bed beside Cat. Her eyes go to it and back to me.

  "I'm assuming we'll need that at some point," I tell her with a grin.

  "I think you will," she whispers, those fingers rubbing slow, lazy circles on herself.

  Logan's hand is now at my shoulder and he turns me to him. Then both hands are on my face and he's pulling me to his mouth. Kissing a dude is weird at times, but with Logan, it's always been hot. His lips are soft, his tongue dancing slowly with mine, and our cocks bump against each other, smearing the other with pre-cum.

  Logan digs the fingers of one hand into my jaw, pushing through my beard and gripping me tight so he can deepen the kiss. The other drops between us and wraps around my dick.

  I can't help the low groan that comes out, and I hear a tiny whisper from Cat, "So hot."

  Logan starts to slowly jack me as I let my hands roam over his body. So different from Cat. Hard planes and coarse hair that don't really attract me physically, although I'm generally attracted to Logan. I think it might have more to do with the way his tongue is playing mine or the way his grip is firm on me. Sometimes women go a little too soft, afraid they'll hurt a man down there. Guys know exactly what we can take, so getting jacked or sucked by a guy is many times better.

  "Suck his cock," Cat whispers, and I realize my eyes have been closed. They open upon that command, and Logan slowly pulls his mouth away from mine, although his hand still strokes me.

  I turn to look at her, but it's kind of a mistake. She has a finger pumping in and out of her pussy, and again... have to restrain the urge to tear myself away from Logan and jump right onto Cat.

  She looks to Logan and nods at me. "Suck Rand's dick."

  Logan gives her a cocky grin, and I know exactly what that means. He intends to drop me to my knees if he can do it to show Cat exactly how good he is.

  I brace.

  Spreading and locking my legs as Logan sinks to the carpeted floor and grins up at me with almost a taunt of what's to come. I get ready to bite down on my tongue because I know how fucking talented he is.

  But fuck it... if I come right away, I'll get back in the game soon enough.

  I'm standing close enough to the bed that Cat could reach out and touch my hip. Just a slight turn of my head and I see that her hand has stilled. She watches us while holding her breath.

  "Let me show you a trick that all guys love if they're man enough to admit it," Logan says to Cat, but he's looking up at me. I know what's coming and I know he's not going to give me any mercy. I decide right then and there not to fight it.

  Logan bypasses the lube sitting on the bed and puts his index finger in his mouth where he wets it good. When he pulls it out, he tells me, "Spread 'em."

  My head tilts again and I look at Cat, whose eyes are as big as saucers as she watches. I reach my hands back, grab ahold of my ass cheeks, and do exactly as Logan orders me.

  Logan pushes his hand between my legs, totally ignoring my dick for the moment, which is straining upward, and runs his finger along the seam between my balls and my asshole. I grit my teeth because it feels amazing to be touched there.

  The tip of his wet finger probes me, circling my pucker. I try to breathe in deeply but the anticipation is killing me. I look down at Cat again and she looks up at me before saying to Logan, "Do it."

  Logan complies and smoothly pushes his finger into me.

  Way in deep all the way to his third knuckle.

  "Fuck," I shout out, my hips jerking forward, not to get away from him but for my cock to slap him in the face so he takes a fucking hint and sucks me already.

  Logan twists his wrist slightly, pressing right in on my prostate, and my knees do in fact start to buckle. I lock them back tight because I think I could actually come just from him stroking me like that.

  I release my hold on my ass and bring one hand to my dick, grabbing it by the base and the other threading my fingers through Logan's hair. Logan doesn't make me wait, giving me a smirk before opening his mouth up and taking me all the way in.

  Goddamn, that's good.

  Chapter 16

  Cat

  Never in my entire sexual history have I been as turned on as I am right now. I'm sure it has something to do with the fact that I have two beautiful, built, and sexy men before me, willing to do whatever I want them to do. I can't help myself, pulling my fingers free of my pussy and circling the wet around my clit. Faster and faster while I watch Logan and Rand do their thing.

  So empowering.

  That's a first feeling too. I'm sure once the flush of lust and impending release washes away, I'm going to be extremely grateful to Rand for giving me this.

  I watch and play with myself.

  Logan on his knees, pushing himself back and forth on Rand's cock. Cheeks hollowed on the back swing, his eyes closed in bliss. Rand's hands gripping Logan's head tight. White knuckles in an attempt not to start thrusting... fucking Logan's mouth. My fingers circle faster.

  My gaze flicks up to Rand and I see he's got his face tilted downward, eyes at half mast, watching Logan work him. Eyes filled with bubbling lust, teeth gritted, jaw locked. He's lost and it's so damn hot. I press harder on my clit as my fingers move faster and faster.

  I look back down again, to see what Rand is seeing and focus in on Logan's hand.

  In between Rand's legs with his finger pumping in and out of his...

  My hips shoot off the bed as I come, a groan rumbling out of me and then floating free. I squeeze my eyes shut briefly, see stars blinking in the darkness, before opening them back up. With hazy and blissful eyes, I see Rand watching me but now his hips are pumping back and forth as he holds Logan's head still.

  Yet Logan seems unfazed while Rand fucks his mouth... his throat... with hot eyes pinned on me, Logan's hand is working faster at Rand's ass. My legs snap shut together as an involuntary cramp of need hits me straight in the center.

  Then Rand thrusts forward, throws his head back, and roars out a release as he comes with a shudder. I can see the ripple actually run up his spine at the same time Logan's throat works to swallow him down.

  It's so damn beautiful.

  Rand is so damn beautiful that another cramp of need hits me. I want Rand on the bed with me right now. I want that cock pumping in and out of me, and I want him to be as lost in me as he was just now. But that's not going to happen as I watch him pull his dick out of Logan's mouth, his muscular chest rising and falling in short bursts.

  He's spent for now and will need time...

  The room is quiet except for the rushing breath of three people in the midst of some crazy sex. Logan rubs his roughened fingers over the corner of his mouth before flexing his jaw. He looks up at Rand with a grin. "Good?"

  "The things you can do with that mouth and finger," Rand mutters and then turns to look at me. "What's next, Cat?"

  "Next?" I ask, feeling dull witted right now. It was so intense watching that... having that orgasm I can still feel the tingles from... that falling into a deep sleep right now seems like a good idea.

  Rand nods down to Logan, who stands from his kneeling position. "Logan needs to come... I'm guessing pretty bad. Your call how we give it to him."

  My eyes flare wide, and I shoot Logan an apologetic look. I hadn't even thought about his pleasure, and I feel horribly guilty. Shooting up to my knees, I figure I could give him a blow job, but Rand's hand comes out to grip my shoulder.

  He gives a small shake of his head and says with a very pointed look, "Only if you want to do that. But it's whatever you want, babe. We're both here to do whatever you want us to."

  Logan snickers, and I blush with a small smile in his direction. "Sorry."

  "No worries," he says with a shrug, but then grabs his cock with his hand, giving it long, slow strokes. "But how
about you decide what you want so I can get off. Kind of dying here watching you and Rand come. So fucking hot."

  Turning my face to Rand, I move my knees to slide closer to him toward the edge of the bed. He turns his body to face me, one hand coming to my waist where his thumb strokes my skin. "Anything?" I ask him.

  "Anything, Cat."

  "Do you like...?" I start out, but then my voice trails away. I can feel my cheeks get hot and for a woman who got fucked by seven men while locked in a stockade, I think this hesitancy about my sexuality is truly more of the real Cat starting to come out. Now that I'm in control, I'm just a bit unsure of myself.

  So I take a deep breath and let it out.

  "Do you like Logan fucking you?" I ask Rand point blank, chin lifted so he can see me owning this. "Because I'd really, really like to see that."

  Rand's eyes turn soft, his lips curving up in a gentle smile. "Yeah, babe... I like that a lot."

  Leaning in, he kisses me, one hand still gripping my waist, the other coming up to hold the back of my head. His tongue slides into my mouth for a claiming stroke against my tongue before it pulls out and his forehead touches mine. Rand's breath rushes out over his lips onto mine, and he whispers so only I can hear him. "I think I'd do anything you asked me to."

  And I melt.

  Literally feel my body start to sag and my hands come to his shoulders to pull him down to the bed with me. Yes, down on the bed with me where I'll stroke him back to life and have him...

  Rand's hand at my hip falls away and he lets the strength of his other at the back of my head lower me back down to the mattress. When it hits, he pulls it free and turns to Logan, walking right into the other man's space.

  They both crash together in a tangle of arms and legs, mouths fusing together in a deep kiss and hips grinding against each other. I push away the flash of jealousy, focusing instead on the scenes before me. Logan's cock darkened with pre-cum spilling from the top, trapped in between their lower torsos and getting massaged by their bodies undulating. Rand's is half hard, but he ignores it. Instead, he puts his hand in between their bodies and takes his friend in his grip.