Wicked Need (The Wicked Horse Series Book 3) (19 page)

“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.

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.

Logan jerks and
groans over the contact, so much so that their kiss breaks and they
stare at each other with hot eyes, faces just inches apart.

“Get on the
bed,” Logan growls, his hands coming up to Rand’s chest
and giving him a shove. “On your knees… right beside
Cat. Going to fuck you from behind this time.”

This time?

Does that mean there
will be more tonight? Or is he going to fuck Rand again at some other
time? Maybe outside of my presence? I’m
not sure how I feel about that, but then my thoughts scatter as Rand
climbs right over me, going to his hands and knees. Logan grabs the
lube, walks to the end of the bed, and raises one knee up to the
mattress while he uncaps the bottle.

“Kiss me,”
Rand whispers, and my eyes slide to his.

I scramble onto my
knees and sidle up to Rand, pressing my lips against his with my
hands to his cheeks, flexing into his bristly beard. He sighs into my
mouth as we kiss and I close my eyes, giving into it. We kiss and
everything else melts away. Just him and me, the smell of his sweat
and the mint on his breath. Tongues stroking and rolling against each
other. Lips sliding and nipping.

A hiss pushes from
his mouth into mine, and Rand’s
body jerks a bit. My eyes fly open, and I pull away. Rand’s
head drops down and he moans, back arching. Logan’s kneeling
right behind him, working two fingers in and out of Rand’s ass.
A flood of wetness rushes from between my legs and I can feel it
dribbling down the inside of my thighs.

I move to the side
of Rand so I can see better, placing a tentative hand on his mid back
to feel the muscles bunching and flexing as he rounds his back and
then arches it again when Logan puts a third finger in.

“Feel good?”
I ask softly, my gaze pinned helplessly on Logan’s hand and
what it’s doing between Rand’s strong buttocks that are
coiled tight.

“Yeah,”
he grunts as Logan starts to pump, but only a few times before he’s
pulling his hand away.

More lube, this time
dribbled right over Logan’s
hard cock that I notice is covered with a condom. I’m not sure
when that happened… probably while I was kissing Rand, but who
cares when. It’s the now I’m focused on with Logan lining
up to Rand’s ass. I slide sideways a bit more, get closer to
the action so I can see, still keeping my hand on Rand’s back.
Logan’s a big guy with a lot of girth and for a brief moment, I
worry about Rand. But then I watch as he pushes his hips back a
little, a silent plea, and I know he’ll be all right.

With his hand and
hips guiding the way, Logan places the tip of his cock against Rand’s
ass and flexes forward slightly. The large head slowly disappears as
I watch in fascination.

“More,”
Rand groans. My hand starts stroking the muscles of his back, my
other hand coming up to rest on his butt.

“Give him
more,” I tell Logan softly.

Logan’s
face is pinched with pleasure, his lower lip between his teeth and
digging in hard. He does as I ask and pushes his hips forward even
more, sinking inch by inch into Rand. When the trimmed hairs on his
pelvis brush against Rand’s ass, and I know he’s rooted
deep, I let my breath out in a wavering gust of longing and
excitement.

Rand’s
head is still hanging low, eyes closed and jaw locked as Logan starts
to move. Luxurious pulls of his cock out, with penetratingly slow
thrusts back in.

Each time he bottoms
out, Rand grunts in pleasure.

Each time Rand
grunts in pleasure, an ache throbs between my legs.

Logan picks up the
pace, which lends to an almost fevered vibe in the air. Sweat on his
forehead, chest heaving and his hands gripping Rand by the hips with
this thumbs digging down into the muscle, he mutters an almost
endless stream of filth to Rand, “Christ…
this feels good. You know I love pussy, man, but this ass…
never mind fucking it. Going to come so hard… going to pound
you harder. Then when we’re all recovered, we’re going to
fill Cat up. I’ll take her pussy… you can have her ass,
Rand. Sandwich her right between us and fuck her oh so good.”

My gaze slides to
Logan, mesmerized by his dirty words. Completely turned on by them as
well. He smiles at me as he pumps in and out of Rand, and then nods
his head downward with a pointed look that I should take a gander.
“Your
boy likes dirty talk.”

Tilting my head,
lowering my eyes, I see Rand with his back rounded, head hanging down
and his own hand between his legs, working his cock. Stroking with a
tight grip. Quick, furious pumping while he grunts and groans.

He’s
rock hard again.

He’s.
Hard. Again.

“Stop,”
I blurt out, my hand on Rand’s ass moving to Logan’s
chest. He doesn’t stop his movements immediately, but slows
them down, finally pulling out and then pressing back in deep where
he holds still. Both men, with heaving chests, look at me curiously
and with a little frustration.

“I want you
inside of me,” I say as my gaze snaps to Rand’s. “Want
you to come inside of me.”

Total silence.
Rand’s
face strained with the need to come. Logan’s not looking much
different.

“While he’s
fucking you,” I add on to clarify my wishes.

“Figured that
much, Cat,” Rand says with his lips tipped upward. While still
looking at me but clearly talking to Logan, he says, “Pull out,
man.”

Logan does as
requested, both he and Rand not able to hold back a wistful moan at
the friction caused from the exit, and then Rand pushes off the bed
coming just to his knees. “You
want on your back or knees, Cat?”

“Whatever’s
best,” I breathe out, my heart racing and my skin flushed warm
with the thought of what we’re about to do.

“On your
back,” he says in a low voice as he reaches out to graze his
knuckles over one of my nipples. “So I can watch your face.”

And I melt again,
immediately sagging to the bed and positioning myself on my back.
Rand maneuvers, comes in between my legs, and lowers himself onto me
so he can give me a kiss. His chest presses onto mine, his dick hard
and pulsing as it bears down against my pubic mound and his arms
slipping under me so he puts me in a full-body hug as his tongue
slides into my mouth.

Pure bliss.

My arms go over his
shoulders, wrapping around the back of his neck, and I hold him tight
to me as we make out, the only movement of our bodies being our
tongues and lips.

Finally, he breaks
contact, lifting his face from mine and giving me a smile bright with
repletion. Eyes holding mine, he pushes off me, grabbing my legs and
spreading me wide. Hands to the backs of my thighs, he swivels his
hips and as if his dick knows exactly where to go, it pushes into me.

Sinking in like it
belongs, every nerve ending firing in welcome relief that he’s
there. “That’s it,” he whispers as he claims my
pussy. “Taking every inch of me and loving it.”