One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (8 page)

“Yeah, I'm pretty sure he'll always grieve
for her.”

“Probably. But it will lessen with time.” And
then he’d probably feel guilty for moving on. Caitlyn did.

“It's already been five years.”

“That's not so long, really.”

“It is when you're twenty-seven.”

Caitlyn paused. “Is that how old you
are?”

“Maybe. Does it bother you?”

She chuckled and moved to the next knot in
Kellen's intricate and beautiful design. “You're quite a bit older
than my ex-husband’s new fling,” she said. “But then she can't
legally drink in this country.”

“Age doesn't matter.”

“You don't think so? I think society would
disagree.”

“Fuck 'em. No one understands what's between
two people except the two involved. Outsiders, they don't get
it.”

“I guess I am an outsider in my ex-husband’s
relationship. But I don’t agree with it and yes, partly because of
their age difference. I’m sure he took advantage of her
innocence.”

“I wasn't talking about them. I was talking
about us.”

“Oh, did I take advantage of your innocence?”
Caitlyn paused and flexed her fingers. They were starting to ache
from working the knots free. “And I didn't think there was an
us
.”

“If there was.”

“If.” Caitlyn traced the outline of the
tribal tattoo on Owen’s shoulder. “
If
is a very big word,
Owen.”

“Are you almost finished?” he asked. “My
muscles are starting to cramp.”

“I'll hurry.” She began to work faster,
releasing knots in the reverse order that Kellen had tied them.

“You know,” Owen said, “most people have a
difficult time releasing the knots properly and we usually have to
cut the rope.”

She paused and looked up at him. There she
went being weird again. “I… uh… watched him closely when he was
tying them.”

“And you memorized the entire sequence?”

As she’d been blessed with an amazing memory,
she did remember the entire sequence, but she played down her
unusually sharp memory. “It's not too hard really. You just follow
the rope from one end to the other. It’s getting more difficult now
that the free end is so long.”

“It would be faster to cut them.”

“But then I wouldn't get to admire your body
for a long, long time.”

He grinned. “You can admire my body for as
long as you like.”

“What if I want to gaze at you for days?”

“I'll send you a picture.”

She laughed and swatted his ass playfully.
His arm was loose enough now that he could get a hold on her. He
wrapped a strong hand around her wrist and tugged her down to the
mattress.

“God, I want to kiss you so bad I can hardly
stand it,” he said. “Hurry up and untie me.”

“You want to kiss me?”

“Yes, and so much more.”

“I thought you wanted to be untied so you can
leave.”

“What? No way in hell. We haven't even begun
yet.”

His certainty made her smile. She couldn’t
help it. “We haven't?”

“No, that sweet pussy of yours must need some
relief. Untie me and I’ll fuck you senseless,” he said. When she
did nothing but stare up at him as if she’d just won the sex
lottery, he glared at her. “Untie me, Caitlyn.”

“I will, but I need to kiss you first,” she
said, lost in his gorgeous blue eyes. They reminded her of the
waters of the Caribbean. Warm. Inviting. Deep. “I think my lips
have waited long enough.”

She scooted her body so her face was beneath
his. He tried to stretch his neck to claim her mouth, but she
remained just out of reach. She loved the look of anticipation in
his eyes. He really seemed to want her. Badly. And she wanted to
make him crazy with need.

Why hadn't she thought to do it until now? He
was already half untied. She could have been teasing and tormenting
him—as Kellen had suggested—for the past ten minutes.

“I want to kiss you too,” she said. “Our
first kiss.”

He chuckled. “I guess that’s true. You’ve
fucked me and haven’t even kissed me yet. My God, I’m a total
slut.”

She chuckled. “I kissed you,” she said. “Just
not on the lips.”

She lifted her head and gently brushed her
lips against his. That small contact had her heart racing and her
sex swelling with unfulfilled desire. She was so glad he wasn't
through with her. He might have already enjoyed an explosive
orgasm, but she hadn’t, and she was very interested in finding out
what being “fucked senseless” entailed.

Owen strained to try to deepen his kiss, but
she dropped her head back onto the mattress and continued her new
favorite hobby, staring at him.

“There are other things I want to do to you,
Owen.”

“There are plenty of things I want to do to
you too. Finish untying me.”

“Not yet,” she whispered.

He groaned and dropped his chin to his chest.
His soft hair tickled the tip of her nose. She lifted a hand to
brush it back and then kissed his forehead.

“It's unfortunate that the pommel blocks most
of your chest and belly. I'd really like to touch every inch of
your skin.”

“You can as soon as you untie me,” he
said.

Her attention focused on his beautiful cock.
“But I do see one part of you is fully exposed. I could start
there. I really want to get a closer look at that piercing.”

His head jerked up. “Kelly put you up to
this, didn't he?”

“He might have planted a seed of thought,”
she said. “You can thank him later.”

Caitlyn shifted to the opposite side of the
pommel. It pressed against the middle of his chest and his upper
abdomen, but lying on her back beneath him, she could see his lower
belly, the delightful V of his hipbones, and his suddenly attentive
cock. He liked her idea. She could tell by how quickly he was
getting hard again. She ran her fingertips down his lower belly and
he shuddered, his partially freed arm lowering so he could fist his
hand in a tangle of bed sheet. She took her time exploring his
flesh—stroking, nibbling and licking his belly and hips, forcing
herself not to go for the decorated and engorged prize at the
center. She wanted him hard and fully excited before she pleasured
him, but she couldn’t take her eyes of his cock. There was
something about those two little metallic balls decorating the rim
that fascinated her. What would that feel like inside her?

“Touch me,” Owen whispered. “I can't stand
it, Caitlyn. Touch me.”

“Touch you where?”

“Where do you think?”

She cradled his balls in one hand, ever so
gently massaging. He sucked a breath through his teeth.

“Here?” She didn't wait for his answer. She
lifted her head and licked the wrinkled skin of his sac, swirling
her tongue in chaotic patterns that caused his breathing to skitter
and shake.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he
said in a growl of a voice.

She crossed her legs and squeezed them
together, pretending his words didn't make her throb with
excitement.

“More than you wanted to kiss me?” she
asked.

“Mmm,” he murmured. “Please.”

She wanted to touch him, direct his thick
hard cock into her mouth and suck him down her throat, but those
little metallic balls gave her pause. Would they get stuck in her
throat? There was one trip to the emergency room she’d never live
down.

“Are you finished driving me insane?” he
asked.

“Not yet. I like playing with you.”

“I want to play too.”

Caitlyn stared up at his cock; its tip was
mere inches from her lips. She licked her lips and gnawed on the
bottom one, trying to decide if she dared to show him one bedroom
skill she was really good at. Her eyes focused on the tattoo that
decorated one hip and curved around the top of his thigh.

“What’s with the snake?” she asked. She’d
never seen a more realistic tattoo.

“Are you afraid of it? Is that why you’re
taking your sweet time untying me?”

Caitlyn traced the bit of art with her
fingertips.

“Oh, you mean my tattoo,” he said. “I thought
you were talking about the spitting cobra in the center.”

She laughed. “This one?” She lifted her head
slightly and flicked her tongue out to tease the sensitive flesh of
his cock head. She worked her way around the tip until her tongue
encountered something hard and metallic. She hesitated before
squelching her inhibition and suckling his head.

“Damn, woman,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t
you want any pleasure for yourself?”

“I like this,” she said. “I can explore your
body at my leisure. Do whatever I want to you. But if you really
want me to stop…”

“I don’t want you to stop. I want to fucking
reciprocate.”

She grinned. “You’ll get your chance.” She
rubbed her thumb over the barbell in his piercing and he sucked a
sharp breath through his teeth.

“Did it hurt when you got this pierced?
Aren’t there a lot of nerve-endings in this area?”

“Fuck yeah, there are, and you’re exciting
every one of them.”

She rubbed her tongue over the smaller ball
which was situated just above his rim in his sensitive glans. Even
though she wasn’t a guy, she imagined having that particular
location pierced would be agonizing. She moved her attention to the
larger ball just behind his rim. The tang of metal was foreign
against her tongue, but she liked it. It reminded her that this
wasn’t Charles’s cock. This cock belonged to someone new and
exciting. While she toyed with Owen’s bit of jewelry, she wondered
if the two balls were different sizes for a reason other than
aesthetics.

He sucked another breath through his teeth
when she sucked a kiss over both ends of the barbell and flicked it
with her tongue. “The pain wasn’t too bad,” he said shakily. “Took
a while to heal. I decided on the dydoe because other cock
piercings make you piss weird. I have a hard enough time aiming for
the toilet without an extra exit hole.”

He slipped free of her mouth as Caitlyn
chuckled. She absolutely adored how he said anything that popped
into his head. Being with him was fun, and when was the last time
she’d had fun? The last time she’d laughed this much? The last time
she’d enjoyed anyone’s company so much? She couldn’t recall.

“So this type of piercing doesn’t make you
pee weird?” she asked.

“No, it doesn’t go through the urethra. Just
the rim. If you’ll untie me, I’ll show you the reason I got it
done. It’s fun for me and even more fun for you.”

She was eager to experience all that piece of
jewelry had to offer, but she wasn’t yet ready to let him get away.
She was afraid that once the sex was over, he’d be gone. That had
been their arrangement, after all.

“Why are the balls different sizes?”

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why?”

“It’s better if you feel it for
yourself.”

“Maybe I should try it out with my lips
first,” she said. “A practice run.”

“Or you could untie me and we could skip
practice entirely.”

His protest turned to sighs of pleasure as
she worked the head of his cock with her lips and tongue. The
piercing felt foreign against her lips as she drew him in and out
of her mouth. Foreign and sexy and exciting. She was afraid to take
him too deep into her throat, but she didn’t have the same concerns
for the swollen, achy flesh between her legs. She wanted him inside
her. Okay, she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to have him.

Owen’s breathing had become labored while
she’d pleasured him with her mouth. She reached for the next
knot.

“Wait,” he said. “You’re going to have to put
a rubber on me before you release me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to
do the responsible thing once I’m free.”

She grinned, delighted that she had such an
effect on him. She rose from the bed and went to the basket on the
side table to collect a condom.

“Use one of the ones in my pants pocket,” he
said. “But please hurry.”

She dropped the complimentary condom back in
the basket and picked up his pants. “Your wallet’s in here,” she
said.

“Are you going to rob me?”

“I’m more interested in snooping for your
address. In case I decide to become your stalker.”

“I didn’t think of that.”

She chuckled at the concerned look on his
face. “Don’t worry. I won’t invade your privacy. But you are worth
stalking. I do need to ask why you insist on wearing a condom you
brought yourself. Are they special?”

“Because I know it’s safe. It’s kind of like
when they ask you if you’ve had your luggage with you at all times
when you’re going through airport security.”

“Ah, so you don’t trust anyone with your
protection.”

“Surprisingly, I trust you with it. Or maybe
I just don’t trust myself at the moment.”

She found a little square package in his back
pocket and carried it with her to the bed. Kneeling behind him, she
rested her breasts against his lower back and leaned forward to
stroke his cock with both hands. She barely skimmed the surface,
teasing him the way Kellen had shown her. While she increased his
excitement to the breaking point again, she trailed gentle kisses
over his back between the few ropes that were still in place.

“Caitlyn,
please
.”

She smiled to herself and opened the condom
wrapper. Still leaning against him from behind, she reached around
and slowly unrolled it down his length.

Owen drew a breath through his teeth. “Mercy.
You should probably put three or four of them on me. I’m so
over-sensitized, I—”

“If you think it’s necessary.”

She started to move away.

“No, I was kidding. Just kidding. Untie
me.”

Deciding he was finally excited enough to be
free of his bonds, she hurried to untie the last of the knots
holding him.

The instant the last rope came free, Owen
shoved the pommel off the bed with a loud thud. He grabbed Caitlyn
by one arm and tossed her onto her back in the center of the
mattress.