I’m hoping tonight will be better.
As I take in Rand, I see he’s wearing the same clothes he had on at the tattoo shop today. Faded jeans with a small rip in one knee, a thick, black leather belt, and a black Rage Against The Machine t-shirt that fits his chest extraordinarily well. His blond hair falls across his forehead and he pushes it back in what I recognize as a habit now, causing me to smile.
He’s talking to a woman, and I take a moment to size her up. I don’t think I’ve seen her in here before, but honestly, I don’t pay much attention to the women. I like cock, so the women never interested me much. Although one time, Bridger strapped me to the St. Andrew’s cross and invited people to come in and eat my *. A procession of men took up his challenge, except one lone woman who came in as well. I don’t remember much about her other than her lips were so soft, and frankly, she worked my clit better than any man ever has before. I’m going to have to assume she was a lesbian and damn… she really knew what she was doing.
The woman Rand is talking to is pretty. Very pretty, actually, with caramel-colored hair streaked with golden highlights. Her skin is tanned and she looks to be about my age. I immediately figure either she’s a bartender from The Wicked Horse with a limited membership here, or she’s a lot like me… here with a rich sugar daddy of some sort.
Rand doesn’t look away from her. He seems to be totally interested in what she’s saying, which I can tell is something flirty by the way she’s standing in close to him and holding her drink so that her cleavage is squeezed for maximum display. She even leans in closer, goes up on tiptoes, and whispers something in his ear while resting a hand on his chest. My fingers curl inward, balling to tight fists when I see his hand drop to her hip. His fingers splay wide and while he does nothing more than grip her there, he does nothing to dissuade her from stepping in closer until her breasts brush against him.
I don’t hesitate a second. I walk through the minglers, sidestepping and nodding greetings here and there. I’m well known and get smiles from everyone. When I reach Rand and the woman I don’t know, he turns to look at me, his eyebrows rising first in surprise, then with a welcome smile on his lips. His eyes roam down my body, lighting up with appreciation. It makes me immensely happy to see his hand fall from the woman’s hip.
She also turns to me, her lip curling in disdain while she shoots daggers at me from her eyes. I don’t spare her another glance. Instead, I reach for Rand’s hand that is closest to me. His fingers immediately thread with mine and he tilts his head in question.
“Let’s fuck,” I murmur, turning to start pulling him away from the woman.
He doesn’t hesitate in the slightest, and I try hard not to laugh as the girl makes a loud sound of disgruntlement that she’s being left so abruptly by a man she clearly had her sights set on.
I lead Rand back across The Silo, down the short hall that heads back toward the door I had just entered in through. But rather than leave, I turn right into the hallway that runs the perimeter of the round building, behind the glass-walled rooms. Rand follows behind, his hand holding mine tightly, but not saying a single word to me. He doesn’t need to say anything, but I know he’s feeling what I’m feeling. The sexual tension is so thick that I can feel it coating my exposed skin like a blanket.
“Which room do you want?” I ask as I walk in front of him, my hips swaying provocatively. I know… can just feel those green eyes pinned to my ass. “The black room… we can fuck on a bed of black silk and that woman you just left behind can watch your cock sliding in and out of me?”
Rand doesn’t say anything, but I know if I were to let go of his hand and reach backward, I’d find him hard as a rock.
“Or how about one of the rooms where you can restrain me? Maybe the St. Andrew’s cross, or even the stockade. Lock me up and do what you want to me.”
I think I hear a low growl of need in Rand’s chest, and it fills me with euphoria that he wants me so badly.
“Or maybe one of the rooms with toys,” I suggest silkily as we walk slowly along. “So many things you could do to make me come with toys.”
Rand moves so quickly, I give a startled yelp of surprise. His hands come to my shoulders and he spins me toward the outer wall, which is nothing but cold, gray concrete staves. I open my mouth to say what, I don’t know, but then his tongue is twirling against mine while he presses me back into the wall.
And I can’t recall… has Rand ever kissed me before? I’m not sure. I think I’d remember something like this… so possessive and animalistic. Necessary. That’s what it feels like… absolutely needful to him.
We may have fucked before, but I don’t recall kissing him, so I’m thinking we haven’t. Such a personal act and one I don’t do often. Usually it’s because a man wants it and I oblige, no biggie.