The Wicked Horse Boxed Set (+Wicked Bond [5])

by Sawyer Bennett

  I want him to feel better so I start to stroke him, causing Rand to groan in response and his body to stiffen all over with trembling need.

  "Enough," he says gruffly, pulling my hand away. "Now open your mouth."

  I grin for a moment before I open my mouth, expecting him to push me to my knees so I can suck on that beautiful hardness sticking straight out between us, but he surprises me when he shoves my panties in instead. My eyes flare wide with shock as he gives me a devilish grin. "Don't want anyone to hear you scream. Don't feel like sharing this tonight."

  He doesn't want to share me tonight? Meaning he doesn't want anyone else to watch?

  And yeah... he stopped me in the darkened hallway lit only with soft sconces and relative privacy unless someone decides to go in or out of the rooms. Good chance that will happen, so I know Rand doesn't have complete expectation we won't get caught, but it makes me even wetter knowing he wants something with me that I've never given another man here in this building.

  Just myself.

  I hum in my throat, letting him know I approve of his methods, and he doesn't waste any time. He bends his knees, pushes his hands between my thighs from the front, and lifts me. As he extends his arms wide, my legs spread obscenely before him and Rand gazes longingly at my pussy. I don't look down at what he's looking at but rather at his face, watching the way he licks his lips.

  "Guide me in, baby," he whispers hoarsely, still never taking his eyes away. I circle a hand around his dick, feel it jump in response to my touch. Then, along with a flex of Rand's hips, guide the tip right to my entrance.

  The fat head of his cock pushes into my slickness easily before meeting with some resistance. The only foreplay we had was dirty words, so even though I'm wet, I'm not relaxed. In fact, I feel strung tight with tension and need, and even though I know that first push is going to sting, I want it so bad my mouth waters, which is immediately soaked up by my panties.

  Rand finally lifts his gaze as his hands tighten their grip under my thighs. He has me firmly in his hold and his cock is wedged in just the right place, so I let the base of it go and bring my hands to his shoulders for leverage.

  Our eyes lock together. We just stare for a brutally clear moment where nothing else exists but a man who wants a woman, and vice versa. There is no sex club and nothing overly kinky about what we're doing.

  Just a man and a woman who want each other with a raging passion.

  Rand gives me a smile before leaning his head toward me, tilting slightly, and placing a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth. I moan against the panties because the gentleness of that move touches me.

  When he lifts his head and looks at me again, there's a possessiveness in his eyes now that I've never seen before in my life. Not from any man before who has claimed my body and certainly never from my husband. It's a look I didn't know existed until this very moment, and once I realize what it is, Rand takes it upon himself to thrust into me hard.

  My head falls back, and I groan against the invasion. The sting, and then the melting of my pussy around him. He doesn't even give me a moment to adjust, just starts thrusting in and out of me with bruising force. He's a large guy, thick and long, and he hits that spot deep within me that makes my toes curl and my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head.

  "Look at me, Cat," Rand demands of me.

  It takes all of my effort to raise my head up so I can comply.

  His eyes glow with that same possessiveness and now a spark of triumph as he pounds into me, every punch of his cock into my pussy bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

  "Feel good?" he asks, although he knows I can't answer. So I smile at him with my eyes and nod my head.

  "Yeah... feels damn good," he mutters and thrusts faster. "Always loved fucking this pussy. Dream about this pussy. Jack off to thoughts of this pussy."

  Oh, damn... those filthy words and his hips slapping against me rhythmically while he holds my gaze the entire time make me feel in this moment that Rand Bishop owns every part of me. Surprisingly, I'm okay with that.

  Samuel once told me he owned me and that he could do whatever he wanted with me. And he was right about that. I hated him and his ownership.

  But not this with Rand.

  If he can make my body feel this good and make me feel this needed, then I'll sign away the rights and title to my body right now.

  My orgasm catches me off guard and bursts within me after a brutally hard thrust deep into my body. My muscles clench and grab onto his cock, rippling with pleasure around him and causing Rand to finally lose eye contact with me. His eyes flutter closed and he thrusts into me one more time before going still and muttering in staccato bursts, "Coming. So. Fucking. Hard."

  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 lu
be 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.