One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (5 page)

“I think I’d like to screw you,” she said.
“From behind.”

She glanced up at him, expecting shock. He
just looked confused.

“I’m not sure if my dick will bend that way,
but we can try it.”

Kellen laughed so hard, Caitlyn was concerned
he’d rupture his spleen. She managed to keep a straight face,
however, and shook her head. “That’s not what I meant.” Could she
really say the next words? She was an excellent public speaker, but
she usually talked about alternative energy sources, not about
claiming a guy’s ass. “I want to do things to your… ass.” She said
the final word so quietly, she was surprised he heard her.

Owen’s jaw dropped and for the first time,
Caitlyn saw the smooth operator take a hike off a cliff and fall
fast and hard.

“Um,” Owen said, “I’ve never done anything
like that.”

“They have strap-ons in the gift shop,”
Kellen said helpfully. “Big, thick ones, so be sure to use plenty
of lube.”

“Is that what you meant?” Owen said. “You
want to tie me down and fuck me in the ass?”

Her face felt like it was on fire, but she
said, “Yeah, that’s what I meant.” There was no way he was going to
go for it. She was going catch him in a lie. All men were lying
bastards. They only managed to get her hopes up, say they were
going to do something, but never followed through.

“Well, okay then,” he said, “but promise
you’ll be gentle. I’m a virgin back there.”

And now Caitlyn was the one whose jaw was on
the floor.

Kellen slid out of the booth. “Let’s get
going. I don’t want to sit around here all night waiting for him to
get his rocks off. I’m tired of being a slave to his libido.”

“You didn’t have to accompany me,” Owen said.
“I could have come alone.”

“Then you wouldn’t have come at all,” Kellen
returned, “and I’d have had to listen to you bitch about how much
fun you would have had if you’d gone out. And how I’m no fun
anymore. And how you should think about getting yourself a new best
friend. One who is as insatiably perverted as you are.”

“I don’t bitch. And I don’t want a new best
friend, even an insatiably perverted one. You used to be insatiably
perverted. Remember?”

“Nope. Don’t recollect that,” Kellen said.
“Get out of the booth, Owen. I haven’t tied anyone up in months,
you know.”

“Why are you so anxious to tie me up?”

“Because you’re being an incredible pain in
my ass, so maybe if you experience a little pain in yours, you’ll
stop tormenting me all the time. Now move. If you annoy me, I might
find myself out of practice and pull certain ropes too tight. If I
were you, I wouldn’t drag my feet too much.”

“I’m not dragging my feet. And you wouldn’t
be in such a bad mood if you’d—” He cut himself off and tore his
gaze from his friend to look at Caitlyn.

“Are you really going to go through with
this?” Caitlyn asked when she was finally able to retrieve her
mandible from the floor.

“I said I’m game for anything. I meant that.”
His tone was surprisingly calm.

“Owen doesn’t fuck around,” Kellen said.
“Well, yeah, he always fucks around, but when it comes to kink,
he’s all in. Trust me, he’s been subjected to far kinkier things
than what you’re proposing.”

No shit? Based on her limited exposure to
what went on outside her own bedroom walls, she couldn’t think of
anything kinkier than screwing a man. To let him know what it felt
like to be invaded. Overpowered. Taken. Not because she didn’t
enjoy being on the receiving end. She loved being filled.
Overwhelmed. Fucked. But she had always wondered what it would be
like if the roles were reversed. Caitlyn hadn’t ever mentioned her
fantasy to her ex-husband because she’d known he’d never try
something so daring. His favorite kinky act was fucking on his desk
during office hours. And he didn’t seem to discriminate when it
came to his partner. Caitlyn scowled at her thoughts.

“We’d better hurry,” Owen said to Kellen.
“She’s giving off those men-suck vibes again.”

“I’m glad it’s not my ass she’s about to take
them out on,” Kellen said and started walking toward the stairs
that led to the basement.

Owen slid out of the booth and offered
Caitlyn his hand. As she stared up at him, she was taken by how
attractive he was. She really shouldn’t take out her anger toward
Charles on him. “I’m sorry, Owen. You don’t have to go through with
this.”

“Baby, I want to go through with it,” he
said. “I love experimenting in the bedroom, and though I thought
I’d tried just about every sex act, I’ve never done that. You have
my complete attention, beautiful.” He smiled reassuringly.

She took his hand and slipped from the booth.
“I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” she said under her breath.
And she really couldn’t believe how much she wanted to.

Out of the corner of his eye, Owen watched
Caitlyn examine strap-on dildos. He wasn’t going to interfere with
her selection, but he was silently praying that she chose something
small. Very small. As in so small it was invisible.

Kelly was purchasing rope and sniggering
every time his gaze landed on Owen. Bastard. Would a true friend
find this situation
that
fucking hilarious? Owen grinned.
Yeah, totally. If Kelly had been the one about to be taken by a
complete novice, Owen would laugh at him until he puked.

“Anything here you want me to try out on
you
?” Owen asked Caitlyn, sidling toward a collection of
vibrators and clit stimulators.

“Maybe later,” she said. She took the
biggest, blackest dildo down from the shelf and tested its firmness
by bending it slightly. “Midnight Power Hammer,” she said. “I like
it. It has some meat to it.”

Owen winced.

“Since you’re a virgin,” Caitlyn said, “I
think we should go with something huge and hard. What do you
think?” She glanced up at him, her soft brown eyes inquisitive.

Owen felt the blood drain out of his face
before he noticed the corner of her mouth quirk as she tried to
maintain her composure. She had an ornery streak. He enjoyed that
about her immensely. There was no arguing that she was a stunning
woman. That had been what had attracted him at first. He loved her
thick, long dark hair that fell in gentle waves almost to her
waist. Her inquisitive brown eyes scrutinized her surroundings,
which gave him the impression that she was intelligent. He
appreciated a woman with a strong mind. He also appreciated a woman
with a strong body, and Caitlyn had a body that wouldn’t quit. The
fact that she was a bit older than he was and yet maintained a
youthful wit had him over the moon with excitement. This woman was
exactly
his type. So what if she was a little kinky. He
liked kinky. Especially when it took him out of his comfort
zone.

Plus, he couldn’t resist a woman who gave as
much bullshit as he did. But two could play at her game.

“Yeah,” he said breathlessly. “Why settle for
one cock? You should get two of them and shove them both up there
at the same time.”

She grabbed a second dildo off the shelf.
This one was wide at the tip, flesh-toned and covered with tortuous
veins. Owen forced himself not to gag at the sight of it. She held
both phalluses to her crotch and simulated thrusting. “I don’t
know,” she said. “I’m new to this. Do you think I can control two
at once?”

“I can’t control the one I’ve got. I’m not
sure how anyone could control two of them.”

She laughed and put both giant dicks back on
the shelf. The one she selected to purchase was blissfully small,
but not quite invisible.

“For beginners,” she read from the package as
they headed for the counter. “Suitable for anal play. Maybe if you
like it, we can move up to the Midnight Power Hammer model on our
next attempt.”

He smiled. He’d let her have her way the
first time but was confident he wouldn’t be the one on the
receiving end the rest of the night. Or ever again. He’d try
anything once, but that didn’t mean he’d try it twice.

The clerk offered them some complimentary
lube at check-out, and then the three of them made their way
upstairs to the back of the place, where private rooms were
available for rent.

“You could join us, Kelly,” Owen said. “We
used to have a great time when we worked together.”

“I’m just here to help her tie you properly.
I wouldn’t want her to injure anything permanently.”

“Just temporarily,” Owen said.

“Exactly.”

Caitlyn clutched her paper bag in both fists,
her brown eyes wide as they made their way through the rooms to one
near the very end of a labyrinth of hallways. Hopefully it would be
a little more private back here; Owen didn’t want anyone to hear
him yelling in agony if it came to that. He was pretty sure this
was going to hurt like a son of a bitch. Not that he was against a
little pain. Not as long as it was followed by plenty of pleasure.
He regretted removing the barbells from his nipples earlier; they
could give him pain and pleasure simultaneously.

Kelly unlocked the door and it swung open to
reveal a small room. It held a full-sized bed with sterile-looking
white bedding, a functional sink, and a basket full of condoms on a
side table, but little else. Tony was a stickler for cleanliness
and safety in all his clubs. Owen would, however, be using his own
condoms. Call him paranoid, but he didn’t trust anyone but himself
with the health of his dick.

“I’m going to borrow a pommel,” Kelly said.
“Caitlyn, make him naked while I’m gone.”

She saluted him. “I’m on it.”

A pommel?
Wow, Kelly was serious about
doing this properly.

Kelly closed the door, leaving Owen alone
with Caitlyn. Every time he started to feel nervous about what was
about to happen, he just had to look at her and the lust he felt
chased his concerns away. It was as if he’d found a magic take-out
menu and checked off everything he found attractive in a woman,
which had resulted in Caitlyn being delivered to his door hot and
ready in thirty minutes or less. This woman could do anything she
wanted to him and he was not going to protest.

She approached him cautiously. He swallowed
hard, forcing himself not to grab her and tumble her to the bed.
All his instincts told him to make his move, but he forced himself
to remain civilized and not attack her like a wild creature. For
now.

“Can I make you naked now?” she asked as her
hands slid over the fabric of his shirt.

His chest muscles flexed of their own
volition. “Yeah.”

“Are you as nice to look at under those
clothes as I imagine you are?”

“Only one way to find out.”

He held very still as she slowly unbuttoned
his shirt. Her fingers started at his collar and made their way
down, slowly, slowly, toward his waist. He was always
self-conscious about his body. It didn’t help that she stared up
into his eyes while she worked at the buttons, as if she wasn’t
sure if she wanted to see him naked or not. But soon he didn’t
care. He was too lost in her gaze to feel anything but desire.

Owen fought his urge to drag her body against
his. To kiss her. He fought other urges as well—like talking. He
wanted to ask her about herself. To get to know her. He
legitimately enjoyed women. He could talk to them for hours.
Unfortunately, he’d learned long ago that anonymous sex worked
better when he kept a certain distance from his lover. He couldn’t
get attached to Caitlyn and so he needed to be careful not to give
her the wrong idea. It would be an easy mistake to make. He already
liked this woman—those few glimpses he’d seen of her true
personality—and he would love to know what made her tick. Maybe he
could even convince her that getting to know each other was a good
idea.

But it wasn’t a good idea. It was never a
good idea. He’d learned from past entanglements that unless he
enjoyed getting his heart broken, he shouldn’t throw it into the
equation. Ever. And he didn’t enjoy getting his heart broken. He’d
allowed it to happen far too many times in his youth. And it always
hurt. He was sure a mangled heart hurt far worse than getting it up
the ass by a woman with no thrusting experience.

Caitlyn opened his shirt and pushed it off
his shoulders. It fell to the floor at his feet. She glanced at his
body and drew her tongue over her sensual lips. She made a little
sound of pleasure in the back of her throat and then held up a hand
to shield her eyes.

“My God, Owen, you’re so gorgeous it hurts my
eyes to look at you,” she said. “Do you have a pair of sunglasses I
can borrow?”

He laughed. This was one of the main reasons
why he found himself liking her more than he cared to admit; she
made him laugh. “Fresh out. If my friend Jacob was handy, I’m sure
he’d have a spare pair or three. He’s never without his
shades.”

“Hmm,” she murmured, looking reflective.
“First you, then Kellen, now Jacob. Tell me, is Jacob as attractive
as you are? Because you hotties seem to travel in packs.”

“Most would argue he’s better looking than I
am,” Owen said. “But I don’t think he’s your type.”

“How do you know my type?”

“Well,” he said, “when I touch you, you show
signs of attraction. To me.”

“I do?” she said, her mouth dropping open as
if she were shocked by his claim.

He nodded and lifted his hands to her
shoulders. He slipped the flimsy wrap from her body, and it
fluttered to the floor. She shivered and the darkened tips of her
breasts grew hard beneath the transparent white lace. God, even her
nipples were perfect. He so wanted to nibble them and then suck
them raw.

“You do,” he said. “So either you’re
attracted to me or it’s been so long since a man has touched you
that your body would respond to anyone.”

She frowned. “I don’t think I’m that
desperate.”