One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me (7 page)

Owen groaned. He was going to have to have a
serious talk with Kelly about having his back in these situations.
The jerk was making this unbearable. Owen got the sinking sensation
that Kelly was getting back at him for making his stint of
abstinence as unbearable as possible.

A warm hand circled Owen’s cock, completely
robbing him of rational thought. Instinctually, he rocked his hips
forward, unable to curtail the urge to thrust. He couldn’t move
more than a couple inches, but God, the woman had great hands. Owen
shuddered in bliss. Her grip was firm, yet gentle. Just enough
friction to drive him wild.

“See how loose my fist is?” Kelly said. “I’m
barely skimming the surface.”

Owen’s breath stalled in his throat. That was
Kelly’s
hand stroking him with perfection
? Oh God. Don’t
let me come in his hand. Then he’ll know how turned on I am by
him.
Owen closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the
palm lightly stroking his flesh. Every time Kelly’s hand skimmed
over the jewelry in his piercing, his cock jerked with excitement,
his balls tightened, and his body strained toward him.

“I’m not sure I get your technique,” Caitlyn
said. “I think I need further demonstration. Please, continue.”
Owen could hear the amusement in her tone. And somewhere outside
the room he could hear a stranger’s laughter and a woman’s startled
cry. He was so glad they’d found a private room. Owen let his head
drop forward. Most of his view was hindered by the pommel he was
draped over, but he could see Kelly’s hand come into view each time
he slowly stroked Owen’s length.

“Harder,” Owen whispered and then sucked his
lips into his mouth so Kelly wouldn’t realize how incredibly turned
on he was to have his hand on him. He knew Kelly wasn’t attracted
to him. They had helped each other attain orgasm multiple times but
unlike Owen, Kelly didn’t get overly excited and explode like a
rocket when he came at Owen’s strokes. And they hadn’t touched each
other in over six months. He was glad Caitlyn had asked for Kelly’s
assistance in tying him down, but he was in no way prepared to
explain why with every kinky act he participated in, the most
exciting thing he ever experienced was an unenthusiastic hand job
from his best friend.

“I think you can take it from here.” Kelly
moved his hand away. Owen whimpered. “Have fun.”

And then he was gone. The door slammed behind
him, which was a blessing and like a knife to Owen’s heart in the
same beat.

“You okay?” Caitlyn asked.

“Never better,” he said breathlessly.
Just
let me get these emotions under control and everything will be
fan-freaking-tastic.

“If you’ve changed your mind…”

“Nope,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to be
fucked up the ass by a sarcastic brunette.”

She laughed. “You’re adorable.”

“I get that a lot,” he said. “But only
because people can’t read my thoughts.”

Her warm, soft lips brushed his buttocks, and
he jerked. Kelly had heightened his sensitivity such that he was
ready to toss Caitlyn on her back and sink into the soft, wet heat
between her thighs. Unfortunately, he was completely immobilized,
so he had no choice but to keep his senses.

Her hand found his cock, and she stroked him
so gently he began to twitch, needing rougher stimulation, needing…
Hell, he didn’t know. He needed something. He was missing
something. He just didn’t know what it was.

She continued to stroke him while she trailed
kisses over his ass. When her fingers brushed his hole, he swore
under his breath. He wasn’t sure if he’d like being fucked there,
but he knew from past experience that he enjoyed the occasional
finger inside. Her lips moved to his sac. She licked and suckled
and kissed the loose flesh until he began to rock his hips to
thrust into her hand as best he could. God, he was excited.

Caitlyn’s sexy little finger dipped into his
ass, and he shuddered, almost blowing his load right then.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, her warm
breath teasing the moistened skin of his balls.

“Yes,” he gasped.

“Do you want me to go deeper?”

“Please.”

Her finger slipped into him as far as it
could go. He squeezed his eyes shut. She moved her finger in slow
circles while she sucked his balls and stroked his shaft gently
with her other hand. He was so consumed with pleasure, he couldn’t
keep his eyes open. Her tongue traced the seam between his balls.
Up, up toward the place where her finger penetrated him. Sensations
streaked up his spine, drawing a moan from between his lips. Lord,
the woman was going to kill him with pleasure.

“Do you want more?” she asked.

“Yes,” he gasped. “More.” More what, he had
no idea. He just hoped she never stopped what she was doing.

Her finger slipped free of his body and
something cool and wet dripped onto his hole. Two fingers slipped
inside him. His eyes flew open and he tensed. A sound, half-gasp,
half-moan, escaped him.

She trailed playful nips over his ass cheeks
until he was distracted enough to relax. That’s when she began to
thrust her fingers in and out. She pressed down against his
prostate, and his mouth dropped open. Dear lord. Was he actually
drooling? He pressed his lips together and swallowed.

“Right there,” he murmured. “Right
there.”

Her lips moved to his balls again, her one
hand still stroked him, her other teased his ass. He was delirious
with pleasure—experiencing gratification more intense than an
orgasm. He didn’t realize he was fighting his restraints until his
shoulder pulled painfully.

“Too much?” she asked. “Don’t hurt
yourself.”

“Oh God,” he groaned. “More.”

Her fingers stretched him to his limits as
she added another digit.

“How’s that?”

“Yes.”

“Deeper?”

“Yes, deeper!”

He groaned when she pulled her fingers free.
Her thighs brushed the backs of his, and he tensed. Was she really
going to use that thing on him? He bit his lip when he felt the
hard rounded tip of it against his ass. She rubbed it in circles
over his hole until his belly began to quiver. He was about to
plead with her to stop when she slipped inside and pressed
forward.

Owen’s eyes rolled into the back of his
head.

“You okay?” she asked.

He shook his head. He wasn’t going to be okay
until he came. And damn, he was close.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

He chuckled. “No, Caitlyn. Can’t you tell I’m
about to explode? I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh!” She took a deep breath. “Okay. Don’t
let me hurt you.”

“Maybe I want you to hurt me. Maybe I want
you to fuck me as hard as you can until my ass is so raw I beg you
to stop.”

She leaned over him and kissed the center of
his back. The phallus slipped several inches deeper, and Owen bit
his lip so he didn’t yell and startle her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered. “I
can’t believe you’re doing this for me.”

Doing this for
her
? Hell, he was doing
this for himself. She rose again and leaned back, pressing deeper
inside him still. Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer. She
held onto his hips with both hands as she slowly withdrew and then
slowly pushed deep inside him again. She found a slow rhythm of
insertion and withdrawal, obviously not wanting to hurt him as she
slowly claimed his ass.

“Do you like it?” she asked with a tremulous
voice.

“Yes. You can do it harder.”
Please, do it
harder.

She worked up her courage and her speed.
Filling him. Filling him. Oh God, filling him. What was wrong with
him that he liked this so much? What would a real cock feel like
inside him? What would a huge, hard cock like Kelly’s feel like?
Kelly’s hand stroking him. Cock filling him. Hand stroking him.
Owen’s dick and balls hung freely beneath him, so his orgasm caught
him completely by surprise. He cried out as he began to spurt. His
load caught him in the chin.

Caitlyn abruptly stopped moving.
“
Kelly
?” she said.

Still trembling, Owen lifted his head. Had
Kelly returned? Had he seen how hard Owen had come while being
fucked? He listened—no one had entered the room. “What?” Owen
said.

“Why did you call Kelly’s name when you
came?”

Heat flooded Owen’s face. “I didn’t.”

“Were you thinking of him while I was fucking
you?”

“No!” Yes, he thought, God, yes. He squeezed
his eyes shut against the emotions welling up inside him.

She pulled out and pressed her face against
his back, dropping gentle kisses along his spine. “Does he know how
you feel about him?” she asked.

No, he thought, God, no.

“I don’t have feelings for him,” Owen said
with a snorted laugh. “I thought your name was Kelly. Sorry about
that. I just have sex with so many women, I lose track of names. It
was Caitlyn, right?”

“Yeah, it’s Caitlyn. Don’t worry, sweetie. I
won’t tell him,” she said. “But you should.”

No way ever in fucking hell would he tell
Kelly that he’d started having fantasies about him when they’d
stopped touching each other. No way. And he would definitely not
tell him that he’d been fantasizing about him while being fucked.
Or that the thought of Kelly fucking him had turned him on so much
that he’d come without any stimulation to his cock at all.

“Well, that was fun,” she said after a moment
of his silence. “Do you want to continue?”

“I want you to untie me now,” he said.
Because he was going to fuck her brains out to show her that he was
not infatuated with his friend. He was one hundred percent
hot-blooded heterosexual male and when he was finished with her,
she wouldn’t ever be able to forget it.

Caitlyn wasn’t sure if she should untie Owen
or not. He was obviously feeling very vulnerable. And it seemed he
hadn’t yet come to terms with what was in his heart. Caitlyn didn’t
have a problem with him not feeling a deep emotional connection
with her. They’d just met; it wasn’t as if she’d expected him to
fall madly in love with her. She’d only wanted to have a little
fun. To feel sexy. He’d given her both already. But damn he looked
hot all tied and helpless. And God, she’d made him come hard, even
if he had been thinking of someone else at the time.

Now that the sexual excitement had drained
from his body, he looked like he needed someone to hold him and
tell him everything was going to be all right. That instinct to
care for him won out in the end. She removed the strap-on, tossed
it in the sink, and then climbed up onto the bed beside him. She
stroked his hair gently as she tried to gauge his emotions and he
did his damnedest not to meet her eyes.

“Thanks for fulfilling my fantasy,” she said.
Her fingers moved to the ropes that bound him and she carefully
untied the first knot. “I know it’s weird, but I’ve always wanted
to screw a man. I just wanted to see what it was like.”

“I told you I was up to try anything. Do you
have any other kinky fantasies you’ve never been able to play
out?”

She chuckled. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“You’ll have to tell me about them.”

Caitlyn released the ropes binding Owen one
at a time. She wanted to get some answers from him and figured the
best way to get them was to ask while he couldn't get away. She
just had this feeling about him, as if he actually wanted to talk
to her—to get to know her better—but something was preventing him
from trusting her. She could blame inexperience on her desire to
get to know him better, but what was his excuse? He did this kind
of thing all the time. Sex didn’t mean anything to him, did it?

“So,” she asked as the second knot came free,
“how long have you known Kelly?”

“He doesn't like to be called Kelly,” Owen
said.

“You call him that.”

“And he complains about it constantly.”

“Okay,” she said, “how long have you known
Kellen
?”

“We aren't supposed to be getting personal.
Remember?”

“If you won’t talk to me, I guess I'll just
come to my own conclusions about the two of you then,” she said,
working at a third knot, but taking her sweet time about loosening
it.

Owen stiffened. “What kind of
conclusions?”

“That you're in love with him and the only
reason you go after women is to cover up your feelings for a
man.”

“That's one possible explanation,” Owen said,
surprising her yet again by not saying what she expected.

“Is it the correct one?” She didn't want it
to be. She had no problem sleeping with Owen unless he was in love
with someone already. If that was the case, then she felt in her
heart that she was the other woman. Or maybe the only woman in this
particular case.

“No,” Owen said with such conviction that she
believed him. “I'm not in love with him.”

“In lust with him?”

“I'm not sure.”

“Have you been in lust with a man
before?”

“Never. And I'm not sure I'm in lust with
Kelly either. I'm not sure about anything at the moment.” He
glanced over his shoulder at her. “Except that I'd really like to
be untied now.”

“I'm working on it.” She released the knot
she'd been fiddling with unnecessarily and moved on to another one.
“Does he have feelings for you?”

“He doesn't have feelings for anyone
anymore.”

“And why's that?” She met his eyes, and he
didn't look away. Were they starting to connect on a more personal
level? She wouldn't mind. This sex for the sake of sex thing was
new to her, and she wasn't sure if she could forget this guy that
easily. Wasn’t sure she wanted to forget him. So far, he was pretty
terrific.

“He was in love with a woman. Planned to
marry her.”

“Was?”

“She died.”

Empathy made Caitlyn’s heart pang. She’d lost
her sister a few years before, she still felt as if a gaping hole
was eating its way through her heart whenever she thought about
Morgan. The sad thing was, she thought about Morgan less and less
as time went by. She couldn’t seem to stop her from slipping
farther away. “He's still grieving?”