My head falls back, and I groan against the invasion. The sting, and then the melting of my * 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 * 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 *. Dream about this *. Jack off to thoughts of this *.”
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 * clamps hard on him, and he groans as he spurts inside of me, “Goddamn… that greedy fucking * 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 * 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 * 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 * 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.