One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (6 page)

“So that means you’re attracted to me. And
Jacob and I are very different. He’s sort of a caveman type.”

“A caveman in sunglasses?”

Owen chuckled as he imagined Shade Silverton
in a loincloth and sunglasses. “Exactly.”

Her gaze dropped to his chest, and she made
that little sound of pleasure in the back of her throat again. The
tone made shivers race down his spine. He couldn’t wait to hear
what she sounded like when she came. His cock twitched in
anticipation making her call out in ecstasy.

“I like your tattoos,” she said as her eyes
explored his chest. “Do they mean anything special?”

“Some of them, but we’re not discussing
personal details, remember?”

Her finger traced the cross tattoo on his
left pec. “You must work out constantly.”

“I’m working out right now as a matter of
fact.” He flexed his pecs in an alternating pattern.

She giggled and tilted her face up at him,
looking a bit more at ease. When they’d been walking to the room,
he’d thought she was going to bolt.

“Are you less nervous now that we’ve shared a
few laughs?” he asked.

She nodded. “How did you know I was
nervous?”

“With those big brown eyes of yours, you look
like a calf being dragged to slaughter.”

“You’re the one who should be nervous.” She
bent to pull the strap-on out of the bag she’d set on the floor. “I
don’t think they should let someone operate one of these things
without a license.”

“You’ll do fine,” he said. “Let me help you
with that.”

She stiffened when he moved to stand behind
her. He lifted the hem of her negligee to expose her succulent ass.
He took a moment to enjoy the view. The woman had a great butt. And
something about seeing a thong disappear between the two plump
globes of flesh did things to his self-control. Unable to just
look—he had to feel—Owen tugged Caitlyn’s body back against his. He
stiffened when his cock brushed against her cheeks.

When he had her pressed securely against him,
he looped both thumbs through the elastic of her panties and eased
the tiny garment over her hips, shuddering when her thong’s strap
scraped the length of his cock through his pants.

Her entire body jerked when his fingertips
brushed the bare skin along either hipbone as he lowered her
panties.

“What,” she said in a broken gasp, “what are
you doing?”

“You have to take off your panties to put on
the harness.”

“How do you know?” she asked. “I thought
you’d never done this before.”

“I haven’t. But I’ve played with a couple of
girls who used one of these on each other. It never occurred to
them to use it on me. I guess they weren’t as kinky as you
are.”

“Do you really think I’m kinky?”

“Everything is kinky the first time you try
it.”

He slid her panties an inch lower, shifting
his hands forward to rub his thumbs over her smooth-shaven
mound.

“Oh!”

“I’d really like to sink my fingers into your
heat,” he said, “and then bring them to my mouth to taste your
juices.” She shuddered at his words. He ran one thumb along the
apex of her cleft, pausing just before he brushed her buried clit.
“But that will have to wait until later.”

She groaned.

Owen slid down her back slowly, rubbing his
bare belly and chest over the skin of her buttocks, pressing
open-mouthed kisses along her spine through the lace of her teddy
as he lowered her panties to the floor. Crouched at her feet, he
lifted them one at a time to remove the scrap of fabric from around
her ankles. He paused to admire her ass and sank his teeth into one
cheek. She jerked, but didn’t pull away, not even when he latched
on to her flesh with a tight suction. He continued to suck as he
took the harness from her trembling hands and helped her slip into
it. He pulled his mouth free, grinning when he saw the reddened
spot he’d left behind to mark what was his—all his—at least for
tonight. Owen slowly tugged the harness up her thighs, drawing his
entire body up her length as he went.

“Owen?” she said brokenly.

He wriggled his hips to nestle his now fully
erect cock in the crack of her ass. Damn, he needed to lose these
pants.

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“M-maybe we can just skip this fantasy of
mine and you can, um, put yours inside me instead.”

He grinned at the sweet way she’d just said,
“Fuck me.”

“Did that make you all hot and achy between
your legs, Caitlyn?” he asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Is your pussy wet for me now?”

“It’s been wet since I first looked at
you.”

“Good. Do you want me to fuck you?”

She groaned. “Oh yes. Very much.”

“I will,” he promised. “But not until you’re
finished with me.” He unbuckled his belt and removed his slacks and
underwear with one downward jerk. He kicked them aside and then,
blissfully naked, he moved up against her back again.

When the head of his cock prodded her in the
lower back, she gasped. He took his shaft in his hand and rubbed
the sensitive tip against her buttocks, introducing her to his
piercing for the first time. She went completely still.

“What is that?” she asked.

He bit her earlobe and held it tightly
between his teeth so she couldn’t turn her head, but didn’t answer
her question. It felt amazing to rub himself against her skin. He
let the fantasy of sinking unprotected into her wet, swollen heat
tease his thoughts. He had to settle down or he would lose his
head. He couldn’t let that happen. He slowly slid his cock up the
crack of her ass and tugged her back against him to hold it nestled
between them.

“What was that little hard thing I felt?” she
asked.

He released her earlobe. “I’ll give you a
proper introduction later.”

He tightened the straps of the harness on her
hips. Once it was securely in place, he gripped the base of the
rubbery phallus. It felt very odd to be standing behind a woman
holding a dick in his hand, but he was curious to see what it would
feel like inside him. He slid his hand to cup her mound, the dildo
nestled between his thumb and forefinger. She sucked a breath
through her teeth, which prompted him to rock his hips forward.

“Now I’ll show you proper technique,” he
whispered into her ear. “Move with me, baby. Nice and easy. Find a
rhythm.”

He imagined sinking into her as they thrust
together—a slow sensual dance that soon had him eyeing the bed in
longing.

“Owen?”

“Mmm-hmm?” he murmured into her ear.

“I can’t wait to try this out on you.” She
circled the phallus with one hand, thrusting into her loose fist.
“Do you want me to take you slow and easy like this?”

“Whatever feels right. You’ll know.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He bent his knees a bit so that the base of
his cock brushed against her back entrance. Caitlyn moaned and
squirmed against him.

“Have you ever been penetrated back here?” he
asked.

“A few times,” she said.

“So use that experience as a guide.”

“Okay.” Her hips rotated slightly as she
practiced thrusting. Her ass rubbing against him drove him insane
with need. The woman plain turned him on.

“I think you have the hang of it,” he said,
rocking his hips faster. He released his hold on her mound and slid
his hands up the lace along her torso. She arched forward slightly,
seeking his touch. The brush of her thick hair against his belly
and chest drove him wild. It smelled so sweet and clean that he
couldn’t resist pressing his face to the side of her head and
inhaling her intoxicating scent. When he cupped her breasts, she
released a moan of bliss. Owen’s thumbs rubbed her nipples in small
circles.

“Oh God, Owen, just take me from behind. I
can’t take much more.”

The door open and Kelly entered carrying a
wooden pommel that had a thick, white satin pad on top.

“Damn it, Owen, you couldn’t wait five
minutes?”

“He’s just showing me how to move my hips,”
Caitlyn said.

“And we’re going to make it so he can’t move
at all.” Kelly set the pommel in the center of the mattress and
collected several lengths of rope from his sack of purchases.

“Come on, Owen,” Kelly said. “Don’t try to
get away now.”

As turned on as Owen was, there was no way in
hell he would try to get away from Caitlyn, but he released her
reluctantly and took a step back. She peered over her shoulder at
him, her gaze going directly to his cock. “I knew it! It’s
pierced.”

“Ever been with a man who had his cock
pierced?” Owen asked.

She laughed hysterically. “Sorry,” she said,
gasping for air. “I can’t imagine my ex getting his cock pierced.
Ever. Ever. Ever.” Her gaze slid up his body. “Or a tattoo, for
that matter.”

“What about the guys you had before him?”
Owen asked. “Or after?”

“There were no others.”

While this tidbit of information ricocheted
about in Owen’s brain, Caitlyn went to stand next to Kelly by the
bed.

“I think you should have gone for the
Midnight Power Hammer model,” Kelly said, nodding toward the small
attachment at her crotch. “Give him a night to remember.”

“I guarantee he’ll never forget this,”
Caitlyn said.

And why did that statement make Owen’s heart
kick in his chest?

“You ready, buddy?” Kelly asked him.

“Don’t call me buddy when you’re about to tie
me down so I can be fucked up the ass,” Owen said.

“You just showed her how to do it properly,”
Kelly said. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. Knowing you, you’ll probably
even like it.”

Owen wasn’t so sure about that, but he
climbed up on the bed and leaned his belly against the pommel.

Kelly tied two long ropes together. The knot
landed in the center of Owen’s back and his friend got to work. It
didn’t matter that Kelly had taken a several-month-long hiatus from
his Shibari hobby. He still tied knots with the precision of a
sailor and the care and attention of someone building a ship in a
bottle. Just as he did with women, Kelly followed the contours of
Owen’s body with each length of rope and adjusted each knot so that
it hit upon some pleasure point that Owen didn’t even know he had.
Owen wasn’t sure if Kelly was aware of each caress against Owen’s
skin as he carefully arranged his masterpiece, but Owen felt every
touch of Kelly’s hand. It didn’t help that Caitlyn had already tied
him in knots before Kelly had even started. Owen tried to think
about something else—anything else—other than what was happening to
his body. He had never expected this to turn him on so much.

Caitlyn assisted Kelly occasionally, but
mostly she just watched the master at work. Owen wondered what she
must think of him. It was impossible to hide his arousal, seeing as
he was buck naked. Did she realize how excited he was?

“This really is an art form,” Caitlyn said.
“He has a gorgeous body as it is, but the way you tie the ropes…
It’s as if you’re tracing his lines to draw attention to his
beauty.”

“Hear that, Owen? She thinks you’re a
beauty,” Kelly said.

Owen couldn’t move if he’d wanted to. His
arms were tied to his sides. Ropes crisscrossed from his thighs, up
his back and over his shoulders to another rope that formed a
diamond pattern across his chest. He might have been able to curl
into a tighter fetal position, but the pommel at his belly was in
the way.

“Should we tie his—?” Caitlyn asked.

“Do you want him to be in pain?” Kelly
asked.

“No.”

“Tie my what?” Owen said. The pair of them
were standing behind him, and he couldn’t see what they were
plotting.

“Your cock and balls,” Kelly said.

“No,” Owen said, though it might prevent him
from making a fool of himself from blowing his load too soon. God,
he was turned on. He’d never in his life been more aware of his
body.

“Okay, then,” Kelly said, moving back to
admire his handiwork. “That should keep him where you want
him.”

Every inch of Owen’s heated flesh was
trembling. He’d said he was game for anything, but restrained the
way he was, with his ass so exposed and vulnerable, he wasn’t sure
if he was up for this. Well, yes, actually he was up for this. He
was painfully up.

“Have you restrained many men?” Caitlyn asked
Kelly.

Owen’s trembling stopped as he strained his
ears for Kelly’s answer. “Just as favors,” he said.

Who?
Owen wondered. Kelly had never
mentioned tying up men to him. Maybe he’d done it during his
training. He’d shown Owen the ropes only after he’d mastered the
art himself, but surely he would have told Owen if he’d done things
with a man. He told Owen everything. Didn’t he?

“When you have your partner at your mercy
like this, take it slow,” Kelly instructed.

“Right,” Caitlyn said, as if Kelly were
telling her how to sweep a floor or program her DVR.

“Tease him.”

Owen squirmed. Just them talking about it as
if he wasn’t present was enough of a tease for him.

“Right. I like the look of his balls and cock
swinging freely. I’m glad we decided not to restrain them too. Do
you have your cock pierced?”

Kelly chuckled. “No.”

“God, I just want to rub those two little
balls. Kiss them. Suck them in my mouth. What else would feel
nice?”

“Licking,” Kelly said.

Oh God, stop talking and touch me or
something. I can’t stand this for much longer.

“He doesn’t seem hard enough to me,” Kelly
said. “Owen?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hard enough?”

He was about to split, he was so hard, but he
shook his head slightly. “I could be harder.”

“I thought so. When you take his cock in your
hand,” Kelly said to Caitlyn, “don’t stroke him vigorously enough
to make him come. Delay his orgasm until you’ve had enough. He
doesn’t get to come until you say so.”