One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (16 page)

“I know you're a geek. I
think
it's
sexy.”

She shook her head. “You're a weird guy, Owen
Mitchell.”

“Are you complaining that I think you're
sexy?” He reached for the top button of her blouse and unfastened
it.

“No. I'm not sure I believe you. What can
possibly be sexy about a woman who is more interested in the flow
of electrons than she is in her hair?”

“I love your hair.” Thick, black, and
lustrously wavy.

“That's because I actually combed it
today.”

“And I had a great time messing it up.”

He unfastened another button on her blouse
and then another. She seemed content to fall silent as he slowly
unbuttoned her shirt and tugged it free of her jeans. He tossed it
aside on the sofa as well. His hands moved to cup both breasts, and
he kissed the side of her neck until some of the tension left her
body. He rubbed his thickening cock against her sweet ass in case
she didn't trust his words. He'd been with a lot of women, but this
one pushed every one of his buttons, and he was ready to launch
into orbit.

“Cute bra,” he said, watching over her
shoulder as his finger traced the lace that bordered a plaid
pattern.

“It doesn't match my panties,” she said. “I
figured I should warn you.”

“Warn me?”

“That it doesn't match.”

He chuckled. “Why would I care if your bra
matches your panties?”

“That’s not sexy either. I didn't think about
dressing appropriately for outside the club. I didn't bring a
little black dress on the trip, or anything to wear but my business
attire, because I don’t own anything but what I wear to work. I
simply don't remember how to be sexy for a man.” She looked at him
over her shoulder, her eyebrows furled in a most adorable way. “Or
maybe I never knew how.” She ducked her head, and he understood how
she was feeling. He never felt confident in his sex appeal either.
He was good at pretending, because women responded to a man with
self-confidence, even if it was the biggest load of bullshit anyone
ever laid on them.

“Caitlyn.”

When she kept her eyes downcast, he circled
her body to stand before her. After a moment, he tucked a finger
under her chin to force her to look him in the eye. She flushed
when their eyes met, but held his gaze.

“What's truly sexy about a woman isn't what
she wears. It isn't how much time and attention she spends on her
hair. It's not that her bra matches her panties. It's the way she
thinks, moves, speaks. That's what's sexy about a woman.”

He could tell by the look on her face that
she wasn't buying his lines.

“And why did you pick me at the club?” she
asked. “It wasn't because you knew I could think, you had seen how
I move, and I hadn't spoken yet.”

“Damn, woman, I'm not used to talking to
women as smart as you are. You're supposed to be happy that I want
you for more than your fantastic body.”

“But I don't think you're being sincere.”

“Why?”

She shook her head. “I don't know.”

“What do I have to do to prove that I'm
sincere? As soon as you stepped out of the dressing room at the
club wearing that horrible jacket—”

“See, my jacket is horrible.”

“Let me finish. When I saw you wearing it, I
was instantly hard again. I insist that you wear that horrible
jacket as much as possible.”

She glanced at the discarded garment on the
sofa. “Should I put it back on?”

He chuckled. “No. I like when you wear it in
public, not when you’re alone with me. What's so hot about it is
that it completely conceals what's beneath. Yet I know what's
there. Those guys looking for a woman in a short skirt and tight
sweater, they're not giving you a second glance because they're too
blind to see how smoking hot you are. I mean look at yourself,
Caitlyn. You're a ten.” His gaze traveled down her body, and he
made a sound of desperation. “An eleven.”

“Takes one to know one.” She chuckled.
“Though I think you're overstating your interest.”

He shook his head at her. Words didn't seem
to work with the woman—she'd apparently been lied to one too many
times—so maybe actions would do the trick. She squeaked in surprise
when he grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up over his
shoulder. He took several long strides toward the bed and tossed
her on the mattress.

“Show me that you want me,” she said, her
eyes riveted to his crotch.

“If I let it loose, I'm going to have to fuck
you with it.” He ran his hand over the hard ridge in his pants and
sucked a pained breath through his teeth. “And I haven't tasted you
yet.”

He reached for the button of her jeans and
unfastened it. He couldn't wait to see her naked again. To smell
her. Taste her. Touch her. He unzipped her pants and then tugged
them down her legs. Her sensible loafers caught in her pant legs
and joined her pants on the floor.

He stopped to check her out. When she'd said
her panties didn't match her bra, she hadn't been joking. Her bra
was black with plaid sections at the bottom of each cup. Her
panties were a lurid fuchsia and decorated with a fluffy sheep. He
smiled, but didn't laugh. He doubted a man had ever seen her wear
that sheep, and maybe she didn't believe the privilege of being
with her turned him on, but his twitching cock demanded to be
pressed against those sweet panties.

“Owen?”

He unfastened his slacks and tugged his cock
free. He ran his hand down its rigid length, pausing when his thumb
pressed against his piercing. He rubbed the hard ball against the
rim of his cock head, twitching as the pleasure registered.

“I want to come all over your sweet, little
panties, Caitlyn,” Owen said. “I want to make them dirty. I want to
make you dirty.”

“Yes, Owen,” she whispered. “Make me
dirty.”

He leaned over her, supporting his body
weight with one hand on the mattress beside her. He used his other
hand to rub himself against those ridiculous panties that had him
all worked up.

“Your clothes need to go,” she said. “I want
to look at you.”

When he didn’t comply with her wishes
immediately, she reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, shoving the
fabric from his shoulders and caressing his chest with both
palms.

“Every inch of you is perfect,” she
whispered, and then she looked down to where he was introducing his
cock to her sheep—well, the one on her underwear. Her fingertip
brushed his cock head, and ripples of pleasure coursed down his
length and settled at the base of his spine. “Especially this
inch.”

“
Inch
?” he said defensively.

“Oh baby, your entire cock is massive and
gorgeous, but that last inch, with this little treasure?” She
flicked one end of his barbell stud. “That’s the best inch of
all.”

He chuckled. She’d become enamored of his
modification quickly, and it didn’t seem to bother her at all. Owen
did enjoy turning a good girl bad.

“On second thought, I’d rather get those
pretty, pink panties dirty with your cum instead of mine,” he
said.

“Huh?”

He dropped to his knees on the floor, grabbed
her by the hips and pulled her pussy to his face. He used his lips,
tongue, and teeth to work her lips and clit through her panties.
The taste of cotton overpowered her sweetness, but he’d be damned
if the smell of her excitement seeping through wasn’t completely
worth the unusual mix of flavors.

“Owen!” she gasped. Her fingers twined in his
hair, and she pulled him against her. “Yes, yes,” she crooned as
she approached her peak.

Her panties were completely drenched within
seconds. Some was the moisture from his mouth, but most was her
juices. He used his tongue to press the fabric against her
opening.

“Oh God, take them off me,” she gasped, still
clinging to his hair. “I can’t stand it.”

“Can’t stand what?” he asked. He shifted to
caress her clit with his lips, massaging the swollen bit of flesh
through cotton.

“I’m going to come. Owen. I’m…” She sucked in
a ragged breath when he began to gently scrape the edge of his
teeth against one swollen lip. “Wait! I didn’t. So close…”

He smiled and blew a hot breath through her
panties.

“Whoa. That’s… That’s…”

He loved that she was incoherent. There was
something about blowing a smart girl’s mind that totally rocked his
world.

“Do you want me to take these off now?” He
ran a finger under the elastic at her inner thigh and dragged it
through the slick heat that promised him heaven.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want your tongue
against my bare skin.”

His cock jumped in response to her words, but
he played it cool. “I don’t think they’re wet enough yet.”

“I don’t think they could possibly get any
wetter.”

He planned to prove her wrong. He shifted
closer, so that his cock was lodged firmly in her cleft, and moved
his hands to her breasts. She reached behind her back and
unfastened her bra, yanking the garment from her body and tossing
it to the floor.

He couldn’t take his eyes off her luscious
breasts. He loved the contrast of his tanned hands against the soft
white globes of flesh cupped in them. Liked the way her nipples
pebbled into hard buds against his thumbs as he caressed the tips
of her breasts in repetitive circles. He began to churn his hips in
time with his thumbs, rubbing his engorged cock against her.

“Oh!” she gasped when he managed to work her
clit just right.

Staring in her glazed eyes, he massaged her
breasts, stroked her nipples, and rubbed his cock against her
swollen heat until her mouth fell open and her body convulsed with
pleasure.

“Are you coming, Caitlyn?” he murmured.

“Oh God, I need you inside me,” she said, her
hands gripping his forearms and pulling at him. “Put it
inside.”

“Are you coming?”

“I was, but… I fought it back.”

“Why?”

She shook her head. “Inside me, Owen,
please.”

He rather liked the feel of her wet panties
against his bare cock, but he shifted away and reached for his
pants to don a condom. It would be nice to be in a monogamous
relationship so he could experience sex raw on occasion.

Condom in place, he returned to his previous
position between Caitlyn’s thighs. Breathless, she reached between
her legs and slid her panties to one side. She sat upright on the
edge of the bed, took his cock in both hands and rubbed the head
against her opening.

“Oh, yes,” she said. “I want it.”

“Take what you want,” he said, claiming her
mouth in a deep kiss.

She rubbed his cock head against her clit,
using the ball in his piercing to stimulate herself. It felt
amazing for him as well. Not quite as wonderful as being buried
balls deep within her heat, but he liked her sense of urgency and
his sense of calm as she rubbed him against her clit faster and
faster.

“Yes, oh,” she gasped and pressed him into
her opening as she shuddered with release. Her pussy clenched
rhythmically around his cock head and he grabbed her ass so he
could force himself deeper. He fucked her shallow and fast until
her orgasm subsided and then pulled out. Her body went limp, and
she gazed at him through half-closed eyes. “That felt amazing.”

He slipped her panties back in place and
caressed her through them. “I’d say they’re wet enough now.”

She chuckled and lifted her butt off the
mattress so he could remove the garment.

“Are you too tired to be on top?” he asked
her.

“I’m too tired to move,” she said in a
slurred tone.

“Then I probably shouldn’t have held back
that time.”

“This is why you need to focus your attention
on someone young and active, who’s addicted to energy drinks”

“I feel like taking it slow now anyway,” he
said. “You look sleepy.” He was being kind; she looked
exhausted.

He pulled back the covers and joined her on
the bed. “I hope you don’t mind if I have my way with you while you
sleep,” he said.

He rolled on top of her, and she feebly
wrapped her arms around him. “I won’t fall asleep,” she
promised.

He kissed her skin tenderly, starting with
her throat and working his way down her limp body. She sighed in
sweet surrender. He liked that her urgency was gone and he could
take his time with her, spend some quiet moments learning her body.
He also liked when she got excited and demanding, so he hoped the
calm that had settled over her was due to lack of energy and not
waning interest.

He kissed her belly until she giggled, licked
her pussy until she moaned, and then allowed himself to possess
her. His thrusts were so slow, at times he wasn’t moving at all. He
relished the feel of her beneath him and around him. Allowed
himself to experience her with more than his skin. It was probably
a good thing that she was half asleep so she didn’t recognize the
emotions threatening to overwhelm him. Yeah, hard, quick fucks were
much better for keeping those tender feelings at bay. Maybe this
languid lovemaking was a mistake, but for tonight, he’d give in to
the craving for a personal connection.

When urgency began to build in his groin, he
hastened his strokes, deepened them. She wrapped her arms and legs
around him, holding him close as he moaned in her ear and tried not
to suffocate on the heart trying to force its way up his throat.
Did she have any idea how affected he was by her? Did she want to
know? It was too soon, he decided. He buried his face in her neck,
churning his hips, wanting to be deeper, deeper inside her, so deep
that he couldn’t find himself as a separate entity from her. He’d
been denying his need for this for far too long. He wasn’t sure why
he’d finally let go of his false desire for autonomy while in the
arms of a woman, but letting her close felt so good. She would
undoubtedly freak out if she knew what he was thinking. He groaned
as his release finally found him, surprised when she came with him.
Her fingertips dug into his back—not harshly as he’d asked of her
earlier, but as if she were afraid of going under and he was the
only thing she trusted to keep her head above water.