“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.
“Fuck, I want you,” he said in a low growl. “Are you trying to drive me insane?”
His fingers tangled in the straps of her negligée. The straps ripped from the delicate lace as he yanked the garment down to expose her breasts. Heat spread across her chest, up her neck and her cheeks. Owen’s mouth latched on to one taut nipple and he sucked so hard, she felt it in her womb. Her clit throbbed with excitement.
“Oh!”
Was it possible to come solely due to the stimulation of one nipple? As the first spasm of release gripped her pussy, she cried out in surprise.
“Owen!”
“So I’m not the only one who’s turned on enough to come without penetration,” he said in a teasing tone. He pulled on the sides of her negligée until the fragile lace split down the front. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
He bit into her nipple with just enough pressure to send her flying over the edge. She was still caught in the throes of her miniature orgasm when he slid down her body, plunged two fingers deep into her clenching pussy, and latched onto her clit with his mouth. She cried out as her ecstasy escalated into pleasure so intense she forgot how to breathe.
“Give me more, Caitlyn.”
More what? Her fingers stole into his hair and clung to his scalp. Her back arched off the mattress. He slammed his fingers into her and worked her clit with his tongue until the spasms wracking through her pelvis subsided and she took a startled gasp of air.
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br /> “Oh my God,” she moaned.
“I think you can do better next time,” he said. His lips brushed the inside of her thigh and her belly clenched, making her entire body jerk. Every nerve-ending was over-sensitized and seeking pleasure for itself.
“Do what better next time?” she whispered.
“Come,” he said matter-of-factly. “With me inside you.”
“Oh,” she said breathlessly. “Sounds good.”
He chuckled. His warm breath danced across the wet flesh between her thighs.
Owen slowly crawled up her body, kissing and biting her skin until she dug her nails into his shoulders and encouraged him to move faster.
“Caitlyn,” he whispered, “you just found my trigger.”
She wasn’t sure what he meant, but he surged forward and his cock bumped against her. She gasped and squirmed beneath him, trying to help him find her opening. She needed him inside her.
He shifted onto his side and used his hand to guide himself home. As he slid deep, she became very well acquainted with his piercing and his back became very well acquainted with her nails.
“God, yes, baby,” he said, “scratch me. I love it.”
Good thing, because it wasn’t as if she could consciously control her clenching fingers. She was so caught up in the feel of him filling her and that little extra bit her rubbing her front wall so exquisitely that she couldn’t do anything but hold on to him and call out in bliss. Every so often, he rubbed a spot that made her toes curl involuntarily and her mouth fall open in shock. She wasn’t sure when the pleasure broke as quaking release, but she went mindless with it, gasping and crying out. Everything inside her was one hot mess of indecipherable bliss.
Owen’s hands moved to grip her ass and the earth shifted. He dragged her across the bed and planted his feet on the floor. Holding her hips tightly, he and fucked her even harder.
Shuddering in ecstasy, Caitlyn forced her eyes open. Watching Owen gasp and strain with a pleasure that rivaled her own was easily the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. His thrusts slowed unexpectedly and he took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look at her. His gentle smile warmed her heart. He touched cool knuckles to her flushed cheek.
“You okay?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head vehemently.
“Some women can’t take the piercing for more than a few minutes. It starts to hurt.”
“I can take it,” she assured him.
A smile teased his lips and he pulled out. “I’m glad, but my back can’t take much more of your, um, enthusiasm.”
She released her grip on his back and before she could apologize for tearing at his skin like a possessed demon, he flipped her over onto her belly.
“Let’s try it this way for a while.”
He sank into her. He possessed her with slow gentle strokes, and she wasn’t sure how she could find it as exciting as when he’d taken her hard and fast, but it was. She closed her eyes and concentrated on all the sensations within her body, clinging to the sheets beneath her belly to keep herself grounded. Something that felt so amazing had to be capable of launching her into the stratosphere.
His hands reached under her to cup her breasts and lift her slightly from the bed. “Which position feels better?”
“Both feel so good,” she said, “but there’s this…” She lost her train of thought as his jewelry rubbed a particularly delightful spot inside her. She knotted her fingers in the sheet and rocked to meet his hips. “Oh God, Owen.”
“There’s this what, Caitlyn?”
“Sp-spot. In front.”
“Mmm, yes, I know all about that spot.”
She strained her neck to look back at him. To watch his face as he took pleasure in her body. He gnawed on his lower lip. His nostrils flared slightly with each labored breath. A film of sweat brought a sheen to his tanned skin. He was so gorgeous, she had a hard time comprehending that he wasn’t a figment of her imagination. What she found even more baffling was that what was inside seemed to be as a beautiful as the outside. His eyelids fluttered open and he paused his thrusts. His eyes met hers and he took a calm moment to just stare at her, as she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
“The spot,” he said. “Right.”
He’d misunderstood why she was staring.
He pulled out, and she only partially stifled her sob of protest.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ll find it again.”
He eased her onto her back and lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders. “I do love a woman in thigh-high stockings,” he said, his hands splaying over one thigh at the margin where skin met silk. “So sexy. Everything about you is sexy, Caitlyn.” He held her gaze, his blue eyes sincere and intense. “Everything.”
He bent to kiss the inside of her thigh.
Caitlyn whimpered. She was never at a loss for words, but she couldn’t form a coherent thought.
“If you hadn’t tied me up and done dirty things to me, I would have taken my time with you.”
She didn’t need him to take his time, she needed him inside her again. She tried to sit up, to reach for his cock, but her hamstrings pulled painfully and she collapsed back on the bed. He straightened, smiling down at her with an ornery gleam in his eye. Why did she think this was about revenge?
“You know where else that piercing feels good?” he murmured.
She shook her head, her mind racing through possibilities.
Cock in hand, he rubbed the little metal ball against her clit. Shockwaves of pleasure streaked up her spine.
“Spread your legs wide for me, Caitlyn. Let me in.”
She’d do an inverted Chinese split if it would get him inside her again. She slipped her ankles from his shoulders and bent her knees, grabbing her thighs to pull them as far apart as she could bear.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
He rubbed the head of his cock and that wondrous piercing against her clit. Teasing her. Delighting her. Driving her mad with pleasure. When he slipped inside her, she cried out in bliss. And then he was rubbing himself against her clit again.
“Almost,” he whispered.
Caitlyn’s body began to tremble uncontrollably. Her toes curled. Her thighs tried to close as the pleasure became unbearable, but she held them open with tense fingers. “Owen.”
“Almost,” he whispered again.
Her back arched off the bed as his persistence paid off, and she came so hard, her vision tunneled. And then he was inside her, riding her orgasm. Thrusting with a hard, consistent rhythm. Rubbing against that perfect spot with each inward thrust and withdrawal until Caitlyn was certain she’d found heaven. She’d had orgasms in the past, but she’d never felt them in every inch of her body. She would have screamed if she’d had the mental capacity to make her lungs work properly.
Owen’s breath hitched and she pried her eyes open to watch him come. His gorgeous face twisted into a mask of unmistakable bliss as he thrust into her one last time and clung to her ass, shuddering hard as he let go.
“Fuck, yes,” he said in a breathless growl.
Her sentiments exactly. Dear God, the man was amazing.
He collapsed on top of her, his skin hot and moist against hers, his breath hard and heavy in her ear. She released her thighs, but only so she could wrap her arms and legs around him. She wanted to tell him how wonderful he was, but her brain still wasn’t online. So she clung to him and rubbed her mouth against his shoulder, hoping he understood that he’d blown her mind by making her experience things in her body she’d never known existed.
After a long moment, his breathing stilled and he lifted his head to look at her. “Well that was fun,” he said.
She smiled and nodded, though fun was much too small a word for what she’d experienced.
He started to draw away, and she hung onto him feebly, her limbs like gelatin.
He kissed her lips and brushed her hair from her cheeks. “I’ll be right back,” he promised,
standing beside the bed.
She realized that she wasn’t in the most comfortable position and squirmed farther up on the mattress. She didn’t take her eyes off of him as he removed the condom and disposed of it. With one eye closed and a curious look on his face, Owen took a moment to
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