One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (18 page)

“So who’s the woman in your shower?”

“Some hot chick I picked up at a sex
club.”

“You’re still going to those things?”

“Maybe I’ll stop. If Caitlyn turns out to be
someone special to me.”

“For your sake, I hope she does. Sex with a
woman you love is amazing.”

“Better than sex with two women who take
turns blowing you?”

Chad closed his eyes, tilted his head back,
and laughed. “You’ll have to tell me, little brother. I’ve never
had two women take turns blowing me.”

“It pretty much rocks.”

“So are you going to get me a backstage pass
to one of your shows when I come home?”

“That depends,” Owen said.

“On what?”

“Our current tour ends in September. Should I
reserve a pass for you before then?” Owen hoped his brother would
fall for his attempt to milk him for information.

“Yeah, you probably should.”

“A couple of months before then?”

“Probably.”

“Yes! Are you just returning on leave
or—”

“Don’t you watch the news? They’re starting
to pull troops out of here.”

“No, I don’t watch the news. It’s too
depressing.”

“Still living in your insular world. I’d
think with as much as you travel around, you’d be a more
well-rounded individual.”

“Screw you.”

Chad chuckled.

“I had dinner with Mom and Dad night before
last and neither of them said anything about the possibility of you
coming home soon.”

“I don’t want anyone to know. I want to show
up unannounced and surprise them. So you keep your big mouth shut,
got it?”

“Yeah. But I am going to tell Kelly.”

Chad rolled his eyes. “That’s a given. At
least he can keep a secret. Unlike you.”

The bathroom door opened and a puff of steam
preceded the sexiest woman ever to wear a hotel towel.

“What are you looking at?” Chad asked. “Pick
your jaw up off the floor, bro.”

Owen switched cameras to the one on the back
of his phone to give Chad a glimpse of what he was looking at and
then switched back.

“Well, I see why you’re not bored.” Chad
laughed. “I’ve got to go. I’m over my time limit already. Promise
you won’t say anything to the folks back home.”

“I promise.”

“Take care of yourself, Owen.”

“Stay safe, Sergeant Mitchell.”

Chad saluted with two fingers. The screen
went dark. Damn, those calls always went fast.

Caitlyn crossed the room to sit on the arm of
the sofa next to him. She propped one foot on the coffee table, and
her towel shifted enough that the delights between her legs were
barely concealed.

“Is your brother well?”

Owen grinned. “I’m not supposed to tell
anyone, but they’re sending him home soon.” He really couldn’t keep
a secret.

“That’s great,” she said. A smile widened
across her face and her eyes lit up. “You must be excited. And
relieved.”

“I won’t be completely relieved until he’s
home safe in his own bed, but yeah, it’s the best news I’ve heard
in months.”

“I came out here with the intention of
showing you my underdeveloped gag reflex, but I know for sure I
can’t top your brother’s good news, so I guess…”

She started to rise from the sofa arm, but he
grabbed her and tugged her onto his lap before she could get
away.

“How come you haven’t mentioned this limited
gag reflex before? And please, God, is it what I think it is?”

She smiled coyly. “A lady can’t reveal all
her secrets in a single night.”

“Which is why you’ll be staying with me
tonight as well.”

“I will?”

“But just in case I do something to fuck this
up before tonight, you’d better show me what you mean.”

“On one condition,” she said.

He was pretty sure that no matter what
condition she made, he’d agree to it.

“Name it.”

“Take out the barbell in your piercing. I
wouldn’t want it to get stuck in my throat.”

He chuckled. “I don’t think that’ll happen,
but if you’re concerned, I’ll take it out.”

She squirmed off his lap, pushed the coffee
table away from the sofa, and knelt on the floor before him. Her
hands gripped his thighs just above his knees and tugged his legs
apart. Then Caitlyn blessed him with the most devious smile he’d
ever seen. His heart suddenly thudded a rapid beat Heat and lust
flooded his groin. Oh God, he was about to have the treat of his
life.

Her hands slid up his thighs to his hips and
then moved to unfasten the button of his jeans. She didn’t take her
eyes off his while she unbuttoned his pants and slowly lowered the
zipper.

He’d gone for a workout in the hotel’s gym
while she’d been sleeping that morning, so his muscles were still
tight. He appreciated every crunch he’d forced himself to do when
her hands slid up his belly, bumping up over the six-pack he worked
so hard to maintain. His chest, shoulders, and arms were treated to
the same exploratory touch of her warm, soft hands.

“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever
touched,” she said.

“Thanks,” he said lamely.

“But what is really amazing about you is that
your soul is even more beautiful than all these tight muscles and
bronze skin.” She grinned. “And that’s saying something.”

She lowered her head and kissed his belly.
His muscles clenched involuntarily, and his cock began to rise with
interest.

“You’re beau—”

Her hand shot up and covered his mouth. “No
talking. It’s your turn to be flattered.”

It made him uncomfortable to accept praise
without reciprocating, but he nodded slightly and allowed her to
continue.

“Even your belly button is sexy,” she
said.

She traced his navel with her tongue and then
nipped the skin just beneath. His breath came out in an excited
rush.

“I never really liked tattoos until I saw
yours.” Her hands slid up his ribs to his chest. She traced the
lines of a tattoo. “I would have thought the ink would detract from
your gorgeous body, but it actually adds something. They make you
even more alluring.” She crawled a bit closer and extended her
tongue to lick his nipple.

He sucked a breath through his teeth. His
cock throbbed with need.

“Are your nipples sensitive?” she asked,
tracing the tiny bud with her tongue.

He nodded slightly. “They’re both pierced,
but I can’t stand to wear jewelry in them very often.” He did wish
he had his barbells in at the moment, however.

She latched on to his right nipple,
alternately sucking and rubbing it with the flat of her tongue. He
clung to the sofa cushion beneath him so he didn’t grab her head
and direct her to give the same treatment to his fully engorged
cock.

When she bit his chest, he gasped in surprise
at how sexy he found the act. She moved to his other nipple and
looked up at him as she traced it with the tip of her tongue.

“I love touching you,” she whispered. Her
hands slid down his torso. “I’m really going to love sucking you. I
want to watch you erupt.”

He gaped at her, his breath now coming in
excited gasps. Occasionally she said something that he never
expected her to say, and he wondered what went on in her head. Were
these naughty thoughts of hers infrequent or just infrequently
voiced?

“Will you come for me, Owen?” she whispered.
“Let me see how much pleasure I give you.”

Hell to the yeah. His mouth had gone dry, so
speaking wasn’t an option. He nodded instead.

Caitlyn gripped the top of his jeans and
tugged them down his thighs. When he lifted his foot to help her
remove them completely, she shook her head.

“I like them around your ankles,” she
said.

Fuck, who was he to upset her fantasy? She
grabbed his cock in both hands and tilted her head back so he could
watch her trace his rim with the tip of her tongue. He was already
seeping pre-cum, and she avoided the little bead of moisture
glistening at the tip. Did she not like the taste? When her tongue
did flick over the opening to collect his small offering, it took
every shred of his willpower not to grab the back of her head and
shove his cock down her throat. Could she possibly realize how sexy
she looked kneeling on the floor between his thighs, her thick
lashes fanned over her porcelain-white cheeks as she sampled his
cum? He could see his fluids glistening on the tip of her tongue
before she flicked it into her mouth and then licked her lips.
Lord, he wished he’d been born with more self-discipline. He was
seconds from losing all control.

“Caitlyn,” he groaned.

“I do prefer your taste over strawberries,”
she said, and she opened her brown eyes to gift him with another
look of deviousness.

“Do you want me to take the stud out now?” he
asked, because there was nothing he wanted more than to watch
Caitlyn’s mouth stretch around his thick shaft.

“I think I can figure it out. I do have
master’s degrees in physics and engineering.”

“The balls unscrew,” he said. A little
assistance never hurt anyone. Not even a brainiac like Caitlyn.

“So I don’t just yank it out?”

Even though her tone was teasing, Owen
flinched. “God, woman. No, you don’t just yank it out.”

“I’d never hurt you,” she said. “Unless you
asked me to.”

She bent to suckle the head of his cock. Her
tongue flicked over the sensitive skin trapped inside her warm,
moist mouth until his back arched involuntarily. She began to bob
her head slightly—just enough for her plump lips to bump against
one ball of his piercing each time she went down.

“God, you give good head,” he thought. Or
maybe he said it. He wasn’t thinking clearly. All he could
concentrate on was the pleasure she gave him with her brilliant
mouth.

She paused, her tongue flicking the underside
of his cock while her fingers unscrewed the ball to remove his
barbell. When she pulled the piece of jewelry out of its hole, he
almost yelled in triumph. The sound caught in his throat as a moan
when she took him deep into her mouth. She pulled back and then
took him even deeper. Pulled back and went deeper again. She sucked
as her mouth retreated, and he groaned. She let him fall from her
mouth, took a deep breath, and descended on him again. This time
his cock head lodged in the back of her throat. Dear God, she
hadn’t been kidding about her suppressed gag reflex. She grabbed
his hips and forced him an inch deeper into her throat. She
swallowed, which tightened her throat around him, massaging him in
a way he’d never experienced.

“Fuck,” he growled.

His eyes widened when he felt her tongue
slide down the last inch of his cock and brush against his balls.
Dear God! His head dropped back onto the back of the sofa. It felt
amazing. There was no way he could watch her do those things to him
without blowing his load. And he wasn’t ready to come yet. He
wanted more. He’d like to remain buried in her throat, or sucked by
her amazing mouth, for an eternity. Caitlyn pulled back. She licked
the head of his cock as she caught her breath and then after a
moment, she took him deep again.

“Caitlyn, Caitlyn,” he chanted. Even with his
eyes squeezed shut, he wasn’t going to last much longer.

She found a rhythm of suck and swallow as she
rose and fell over him. His pleasure quickly built to uncontainable
levels.

“Gonna come,” he warned.

She pulled back and wrapped both hands around
his shaft, pumping him hard as he came.

“Come hard for me, Owen. I want to watch you
explode.”

Her thumbs stroked the ridge on the underside
of his cock as she jerked him harder and faster. Harder and faster.
Until he didn’t have a choice but to let go.

“Oh God, Caitlyn,” he groaned as hard spasms
gripped the base of his cock and his fluids erupted—hot cum
splattering over his belly.

He tried to open his eyes, to catch her
reaction as he spent himself, but his entire body was locked in the
throes of ecstasy, and he’d lost voluntary control of his
eyelids.

“That’s what I wanted,” she whispered.

He shuddered as his orgasm subsided, and he
panted, floating on pleasure. Eventually he was able to open his
eyes again.

“You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen
when you come,” Caitlyn said. She dipped her fingers into the mess
he’d made on his belly. “And you didn’t call someone else’s name
that time.”

So that was still on her mind? Hadn’t he
proven to her that he was interested in only her?

She lifted her hand to her mouth and licked
his cum from her fingertips.

“I think it’s time I make you come so hard
you scream
my
name,” he said. Just as soon as he could find
the strength to move.

Caitlyn gasped in surprise when Owen moved
suddenly. She’d thought he was completely spent, but apparently
she’d underestimated his stamina. He yanked her towel free and
tossed it aside. He knelt behind her and shoved her face into the
sofa cushions before lifting her hips so that she was on her knees
in front of him, her ass in the air. She raised her head to look at
him, and a smack on her butt cheek caused her to gasp in
surprise.

“Keep your face in that cushion,” Owen
commanded.

Normally she didn’t like to be told what to
do, but she was pretty sure she was going to like what he had in
store for her if she obeyed. She dropped her face into the sofa
cushion and allowed him to arrange her body as he wanted. He spread
her legs a bit more and then drew his fingers through the wetness
between her parted pussy lips. Sucking him off had really turned
her on. She’d never done that to anyone but Charles, and her ex had
never shown his appreciation for her skills the way Owen had. She’d
never seen a guy come so much. Just thinking about how his milky
fluids had erupted from his body in arching spurts made her twitch
her hips to try to alleviate the throbbing between her thighs.