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

  "What are we drinking to?" I ask curiously as I pick up the glass and hold it out.

  "How about right hooks?" he says with a laugh as he taps his glass to mine.

  "To right hooks," I agree and shoot the whiskey back. As expected, it burns and then settles into a nice, warm glow inside my belly. It also helps to settle my nerves a little.

  "You know," Cain says as he sits his glass down and picks the bottle back up. He pours another shot for himself. I hold my glass out, and he refills it. "You're a conundrum."

  Tilting my head to the side, I ask, "How so?"

  Setting the bottle down, he picks his shot up, waving it in a circle toward me. "You've got this whole innocently shy and sweet-looking package going on. Like you should be sitting at an afternoon tea dreaming of white picket fences and discussing some romance novel with like-minded friends. But now I'm not so sure... you turn around and beat the shit out of some guy for humping up against you."

  "And that bothers you, I'm guessing." I slug back the second shot as I await his reaction, setting the glass on the table.

  His brow furrows, and he scratches at his chin thoughtfully with his free hand. "I'm just not normally attracted to your type."

  I narrow my eyes at him. "Your chances of getting laid are dwindling."

  Cain gives a bark of a laugh before shooting down his second whiskey. He sets the glass down on the table, and I'm startled when his hands jet out to latch onto my wrists. With a sharp tug, I'm pulled from my seat and straight toward him. Sitting forward in his own chair, he releases my wrists only to bring his hands to the backs of my legs, just underneath my ass, and he's hauling me up onto his lap. My green, flowered skirt is made with mostly spandex and just a touch of cotton so it expands to capacity before sliding up my legs.

  Cain flicks a glance down. I know from that angle and how high my skirt has pulled upward that he can see my panties. Of course, I knew this was my potential goal, so I dressed appropriately in a sexy, black G-string, thankful I had my Brazilian wax done just last week.

  He readjusts my weight, slides his hands up to my bare ass under my skirt, and presses his fingers into the muscles. My hands come to his shoulders for balance, and I look down at him.

  When his gaze rises back up to meet mine, his eyes are glittering with challenge. "I didn't say I wasn't attracted to you. Just that I'm not normally attracted to your type."

  "You don't even know what my type is," I assert, leveling my stare back at him with defiance.

  "Only one way to find out," he says, and my pulse skitters out of control.

  Leaning forward, my fingers digging into his shoulders for balance, I place my lips near his ear. Throwing down the gauntlet, I whisper, "Bring it."

  He lets out a gust of air that I can feel brush my face as I pull back to look down at him. I expect to see lust, because I certainly started feeling him get hard underneath me as I sat on his lap. And that's there, for sure, but I also see something that sets me on edge... in a sexy way. His eyes are calculating... as if he's going to test me.

  "Let's see," he ruminates as his fingers stroke the skin of my butt. "Shy or bold?"

  "I'm bold," I say automatically, because I know it was a direct question. And I'm prepared to prove it by pulling his jeans down, climbing aboard, and hopefully rocking his world.

  God, I want to rock his world. He's so damn confident and suave about all of this. I think most guys would have pounced on a willing girl the minute we walked in, but he doesn't mind building slow, playing cat and mouse, making me work for it. It makes me assume that whatever he's making me work for is going to be well worth it.

  "We'll see," he says with a smirk as he picks me up and sets me back on my feet before him. When he releases me, his hand goes to adjust the hard-on in his pants a bit to the left of his zipper. "Now, if I told you to sit back down in that chair, put your hand down your panties, and get yourself off while I watched, would you have any hesitation in doing it?"

  He studies me carefully, awaiting my reaction. His eyes even flick to my cheeks to see if I'll blush.

  I don't, although my pulse goes incrementally faster over his dirty talk. "No hesitation," I say as I tilt my chin up proudly, actually surprised I didn't flush from just the mere thought of it. "Sounds kind of hot, actually."

  Cain's lips curve upward, and he gives me an appreciative stare. He nods his head toward the hallway and reaches for the bottle of Jack. "Good. Go into your room. Get naked and lay on your bed. I'm going to have one more drink, and while I'm doing that, I want you to play with yourself. Make yourself good and wet for me."

  I'm not going to lie. I'm completely stunned for just a moment. Not that he's asking me to do anything that weird. I totally masturbated in front of a former boyfriend before, and I know he thought it was hot. I'm just surprised he wants me to do that while he sits out here having another shot of Jack.

  And then it hits me. He's in control right now, and he's seeing how I'll react to it. He's also still trying to see if he can shock me--still trying to gauge what type of woman I am, because honestly... he's still just as confused as ever.

  And that makes me feel powerful. It also makes my desire for this man increase tenfold to where I feel as if I might combust if he doesn't hurry up and do something to me.

  But I hold my shit together, because I need to prove I am not so innocent and sheltered that I can't take what he has to dole out.

  I give Cain a wink. "Better not take too long. I have some really great toys that get the job done pretty fast. Hate for you to miss out."

  I am now the one carefully studying him. It's barely perceptible, but I see it... a hard swallow as he considers what I just said. His gaze drops from mine to the bottle of Jack that he picks up, and he murmurs, "I'll be along sooner rather than later then. Don't let the train leave the station without me... and that's an order."

  Spinning on my booted heel, I head toward the bedroom, unbuttoning the denim top. I give him a sultry laugh and call back over my shoulder, "Sorry, babe. But God gifted us women with the ability to have multiple orgasms, and I'm not about to waste that gift."

  Chapter 5

  Cain

  I pour a shot, down it quickly, and then pour another.

  My hand goes down to rub at my aching dick, which started actually hurting the minute she mentioned toys. If you had asked me not ten minutes ago if it were possible this sweet-looking girl had sex toys in this apartment, I would have said no way. I would have put money on her being a missionary-type of girl who considered getting fucked from behind the height of sinfulness.

  But she's thrown me a few surprises tonight, and I find that it makes me even more curious about her. Makes me want to fuck her longer and harder too, and I'm glad I made the decision to come to her apartment. I'm quite sure I could have gotten both of us off nicely in the back storage room at The Wicked Horse or maybe in my truck, but now I get the distinct impression I'm going to need all night to try to peel the layers away from this girl.

  Ordinarily, I wouldn't care two shits about what lays beneath the pretty exterior, but I can't help the pull she seems to have. Maybe I'm just getting tired of the same ol' pussy... women spreading their legs for the sake of spreading. Maybe I'm getting... bored?

  Shaking my head, I give a laugh and down the glass of Jack.

  Bored with pussy?

  Yeah, never going to happen.

  But I am greatly intrigued by hers.

  As if to add another aching punch to my nuts, I hear a tiny moan come out of the bedroom and realize she's already gotten started. Hell, I figured it would take her several minutes to get "freshened up". Figured she'd touch up her makeup, fluff her hair, put on something sexy.

  Stand in front of the mirror and give herself a pep talk that she could do this... masturbate in front of a man.

  But in just under thirty seconds, she's already started and well on her way to a multiple, and I definitely like that she wants to achieve that tonight. I have no problem
s helping her along the way.

  I quickly pull my boots and socks off, leaving them lying underneath the kitchen chair with the socks folded within. Old habits from living in the Marine barracks, I guess. As I walk down the hallway, I undo my belt buckle and start to pull it free of the loops.

  When I enter the room, I freeze in place, my belt halfway off, and just stare at the vision in front of me. I didn't think it was possible, but my cock swells further... so much so it feels like it's going to burst out of my pants. I can feel the distinct pulse of blood thumping in that large vein that runs on the underside.

  Sloane is lying on her bed, which is neatly made with a quilted light blue blanket. She's completely naked, her clothes strewn across the floor with that tiny, black G-string laying on the corner of her bed. Because her hair isn't overly long, really just past her jawline, it fans out in almost a halo-like affect around her head in big, barrel waves. Or rather like the rays of the sun.

  I'm stunned to find her overhead light on. Figured she'd go with some mood lighting with a table lamp, but under the harsh glare of the three bulbs in a rickety old ceiling fan fixture above, I can actually see that she wears very little makeup. Porcelain skin that is clear and makes her blue eyes pop. I think they might be ringed with a little mascara, but nothing else. Her cheeks are a little rosy, but I'm thinking that might be from the fact she has a vibrator between her legs. And yes... that makeup-free face and shorter, sassier hair is what helped lend to that overall sweet and innocent vibe I was getting.

  My eyes drag down her body--fantastic tits by the way--and I see her swirling a small, pink bullet between her legs. My eyes glide slowly up again, and I find her staring at me with her lids half shut and a sexy smirk on her lips. She has her free arm laying casually above her head on the pillows, one leg straight and the other bent at a slight angle. I notice pale, pink polish on her toes.

  Sweet innocence with a vibrator between her legs and putting on a show for me.

  Fucking amazing.

  Sloane gives a breathy moan--must have hit something good, I'm thinking--and her hips give a tiny punch off the bed. This spurs me into action. Whipping my belt free of the remaining loops, I toss it on the end of the bed. I quickly pull my t-shirt off, dropping it to the floor and unsnap the button of my jeans. The entire time, Sloane watches me through those heavy-lidded eyes while she circles the bullet around and around her clit. Her moans are soft, breathy, and because her movements are slow, I can tell she didn't want a quick climax, but was content to just get wet as I instructed her to do.

  Stepping to the end of the bed, I lock my legs and bend over her. Reaching a hand out, I nudge a finger in between her wet folds as she moves the vibrator just above. I sink in deep, producing a rumbling groan from her.

  And fuck, so goddamn wet. I mean, drenched.

  This is going to feel so good.

  Because my cock feels like it's being strangled in my jeans, I pull away from Sloane and remove a condom from my wallet. I tear it open efficiently--lots of practice and all--and shed my jeans, stepping right out of them and onto the edge of the bed, where I kneel between her legs. I slowly roll the rubber on my dick and give my shaft a few lazy pumps before releasing it.

  "Feel good?" I ask as my eyes dart to her vibrator and back up again.

  She nods before her gaze drops to my cock, which is stiff and sticking up straight in between my legs. "I expect you'll use that on me to feel better, right?"

  My answer to her is simple and shows the utter confidence I have in what I can do with my dick. I snatch the vibrator out of her hand so quickly that she actually gives a startled gasp and toss it across the room. I can still hear the faint buzz of it as it lands on the carpet, but I don't give it another thought. Instead, my hands come to her hips and I flip her over on the bed, where she lands on her stomach with a small oomph.

  I give myself just a moment to appreciate the beauty before me. A woman's backside is delectable to me; from the angle of her shoulder blades, to the dip in her lower back, to the swell of her ass. It's gorgeous and I like spending time back here. Sloane's happens to be perfection. Her ass is rounded and firm looking. I test the supposition by giving her right ass cheek a slight slap. She jerks and presses her face into the mattress, giving me a rewarding moan.

  God, that's sexy, especially because I'm betting this is all new and exciting to her. She says she's bold, and no doubt, she shocked me with the masturbating, but I know there are still a million different things I could do to her that would shock her into next year. Which is exactly why I have her on her stomach. I want to test out that theory.

  "I'm going to restrain you," I tell her suddenly as I reach up to grab her arms, pulling them up and backward, holding them with one hand just above her ass. Her head comes flying off the bed, and she cranes it to look at me over her shoulder. For a moment, I suspect I see fear... probably some distrust, which is natural. She doesn't know shit about me and for all she knows, I could force some whacked shit on her once she's trussed up.

  But I think that makes it all the more exciting, right?

  Before she can lodge a protest, I grab my belt. With a few practiced twists, I have it looped around her wrists, pulled through the buckle tight, and the prong held securely by a specially made hole in the leather not but about six inches from the buckle. This isn't the first time I've used this belt to restrain a woman, but it is absolutely the first time I've ever asked, "You okay?"

  She nods and whispers, "Yes."

  "Good girl," I praise her. As I slap her on the ass one more time, she moans again, and then I tell her, "Because this might get a little rough."

  I have no clue why I'm trying to scare her, but I want to see truly how much backbone she has. I figure this is the point of the evening where she might demand I let her go, but she merely lifts her hips off the bed in a silent plea for me to fuck her.

  Christ, that's hot, and now I have to do just that.

  My hands go to her hips and I pull them up, spreading her legs with mine in between hers. Her face remains on the bed with her left cheek pressed into the mattress. Her hair has fallen over and covered her face, and that just won't do at all. I want to see those eyes.

  With a quick move, I brush the hair back from the side of her face, tucking it behind her ear and finding it extremely weird that I'm fascinated by how soft the skin on her cheek is.

  Shaking my head to get my bearings, because why am I worried about the softness of her skin when I have a gorgeous ass propped up in front of me and my dick weeping to get inside?

  One of the things that is really turning me on about Sloane is that she apparently waxes her pussy. It's bare and smooth without any razor burn that I tend to see from women who try to do it the easy way. I hope it doesn't make me a pervert, but that soft-looking pussy without a single hair on it just lends to her youthful innocence that I keep building up in my mind, even though she does the oddest things to tear it down.

  Like right now as she pushes back against me, seeking contact. Her silent plea works too because I grab hold of my cock, twist my hips slightly, and bring myself in alignment. Wet warmth greets me as I start to rock into her. It was no lie when I said I was big, so I usually have to work my way in gently. Once I can get all the way in though, I won't hold back.

  Not on this woman.

  I want to see if she's bendable or breakable, or rather if she'll just take it all like a champ.

  With every inch I take, Sloane's breath hitches. I might be stretching her a little too much, so I pull out a few inches and slowly slide back in, letting her own wetness soothe the sting my cock might be causing. It's slow going, but I don't want to hurt her, and I learned long ago that some of the best orgasms are the ones built patiently. While I've fucked many a woman who can take me in one fell swoop either because they like the pain or because they're not diligent with their kiegel exercises, I can just feel by the tightness of Sloane strangling my dick that she has not been overly used.

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; In fact, it makes me think of her as almost virginal with that creamy, pale skin, big, blue eyes, bald pussy, and sweet smile. And fuck... the mere fact that I might be tarnishing someone who might indeed be fairly innocent is what is turning me on about her so much, I think. The mere fact I can't figure it out is exciting, sure, but I realize... I want her to be ignorant of my ways, and I want to show her how good being bad is.

  Pulling my hands inward along her ass, I use my thumbs to pull her cheeks apart so I can get a better view of me pushing into her. My cock is darkened with the rushing blood that's causing its hardness, and the condom is shiny from moving in and out of her pussy. I'm finding her walls are loosening, almost as if she's melting around me, and I'm able to get about three quarters of the way in when I stop my movements.

  "Doing okay?" I ask her as I tilt to the side to see her face. Her lips are curved up, and she's got her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth.

  With a furrowed brow and the fact I push in another inch causes her breath to catch again, she manages to gasp out, "You're really big."

  "I'm almost all the way in," I say in a strangled voice, because it's getting more and more difficult to not just let loose on her. My dick is eager to pound away, and this slow in and out is for the birds.

  "Will you just fuck me?" Sloane says on a wheeze as I pull out halfway, sinking back in only just as far.

  To punctuate her sentiment, she rolls her hips and presses back against me. My hands tighten on her ass to still her movement and I close my eyes, telling myself she really doesn't mean that. While I have her tied up like a submissive and all ready for me to do my worst to her, I don't know that she's really built for everything I could unleash on her.

  But then she undoes me with one simple, little word. Fragilely naive... asking for it. "Please."

  "Christ," I mutter, pulling out almost to the tip and then punching my hips forward until my cock is lodged deeply inside of her. I feel her tender flesh give way, listen to the cry of surprise that rips from her throat, and literally cannot stop my body from pulling back out and slamming back in again.

  Did I hurt her?