Touch Me - One Night with Sole Regret 4

by Olivia Cunning

  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.

  “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 pierci
ng 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 clean his backside and then wash his hands. Caitlyn gnawed on her lip, anticipating the disappointment of him putting on his clothes and leaving her lying there alone to sort through her suddenly jumbled emotions. Her heart skipped in delight as he returned to the bed and lay beside her. He really had come back.

  Owen rested his head on Caitlyn’s belly, one hand gently stroking the inside of her thigh as he took deep, calming breaths. Caitlyn’s body continued to shudder with aftershocks of pleasure as she slowly reconnected with earth. It was a long way down from nirvana.

  “Wow,” she said after a long moment. “Just… wow.”

  Owen chuckled softly and turned his head to place a suckling kiss just above Caitlyn’s navel. Her flesh quivered. Goose bumps rose to the surface of her skin. It seemed every inch of her wanted to be physically closer to the man—even her damned hair follicles.

  “I’ve never…” she whispered, unable to find the words to express the depths of her pleasure, but feeling the need to try. To let him know he’d been amazing, although amazing just didn’t seem like a strong enough description. Nor did phenomenal, earth-shattering, or fantastic.

  “You’ve never what?” The deep timber of his voice made her nipples pebble. He noticed—bless him—and rubbed his lips over the sensitive tip of her breast. She shuddered. Her body wanted more of him.

  “I’ve never…”

  His tongue flicked out, teasing her into wanting still more. She lifted a weary arm and ran her fingers through his hair, toying with the soft, slightly sweat-damp strands at his nape.

  “You’ve never…” he prompted.

  She took a deep breath, her body quivering as she exhaled. “Come so hard that I felt it in the soles of my feet. You’re something special, Owen… uh… Owen… Um…” Dear God, she’d just had the most amazing sexual experience of her life, and she didn’t even know his last name.

  “Mitchell,” he supplied, as if he were a mind-reader.

  “Owen Mitchell,” she said. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

  “You’re supposed to save your regrets for when we’re awkwardly putting our clothes back on and avoiding each other’s eyes.”

  “But I don’t regret it,” she said. “Not at all. I only regret that I didn’t find you sooner.” She flushed, realizing too late that it wasn’t the kind of thing you said after having sex with someone you didn’t know.

  “Were you looking for me?” he asked, amusement in his tone. She knew he’d be smiling. Wasn’t sure if he’d laugh at her or not, but what the hell? She liked him. And she wanted him to like her too. Would being frank scare him away? Or make her intentions clear? She wasn’t sure. That’s what she got for marrying the first man who ever paid her any attention.

  “I must’ve been. If not, I should have been.” She took another deep breath, her heart thudding with nervousness. “I’m sorry if I’m going about this all wrong. You probably do this kind of thing all the time.”

  “If I’m lucky.”

  She laughed and hugged him with as much strength as she could muster. “So what do we do now? Are we supposed to put our clothes back on and go our separate ways immediately? Or can I stay with you longer?”

  “We do whatever we feel like.”

  “What do you feel like?” she asked.

  He lifted up on his elbows and stared down at her with such intensity, it stole her breath. She hoped their night together wasn’t about to end prematurely because she was such a novice when it came to one-night stands.

  “Pastrami on rye,” he said.

  Having thought he was going to say something profound, she laughed. “Do they serve sandwiches here?”

  “No,” he said, “but I’m sure we can find one somewhere. Are you hungry?”

  She wasn’t really, but she did want to spend more time with him. Preferably in a horizontal position. The man had definitely earned himself a sandwich. And despite her best intentions to keep this as impersonal as possible, she wanted to know about him. Know everything about him. Beside the fact that he was a-maz-ing in bed. And might be sexually attracted to his best friend. She couldn’t let herself dwell on that though. Owen obviously knew his way around the female anatomy. It would be a horrible tragedy if he switched teams.

  “Yes,” she said. “I could go for a sandwich.”

  “I like the bread lightly toasted and double pastrami. And don’t forget the dill pickle spear on the side.”

  He wasn’t really expecting her to get up and make him a sandwich was he? She lifted her head and caught the smirk on his lips, right before he kissed a trail along the bottom of her ribcage. The man was a consummate tease, she decided.

  “Would you like a cold beer with that?” she asked.

  “That sounds heavenly,” he murmured against her skin. “And some waffle fries.”

  “With cheese?”

  “Ketchup.”

  “Anything else with your order, sir?”

  “Make yourself something real nice while you’re up,” he whispered, trailing soft kisses down her belly toward parts of her that could still feel t
he effects of that delightful cock piercing of his.

  “No problem. I’ll just make my way to the nearest kitchen. I should probably take off these stockings so I’m barefoot.”

  He lifted his head and grinned. His blue eyes twinkled with mischief. “I’d prefer if you wore those and those sexy as sin white high heels while you prepare my meal.”

  “And nothing else, I presume.”

  “That’s a decent presumption,” he said. His hands skimmed the skin along her sides.

  “Glad you approve.”

  “You might as well put your clothes on. It will be at least an hour before my sexual appetite matches the hunger in my belly.”

  “So why are you still touching me?”

  “Because you’re beautiful,” he told her, as if to say duh.

  And he was doing a great job at making her feel that way when she had felt anything but beautiful for the past six months. “Thank you,” she said, grateful that her voice didn’t crack from the emotions welling in her throat.

  “No, thank you.” He slid up to gaze into her eyes before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. After several toe-curling moments, he tore his lips from hers and scooted off the edge of the bed. “If I don’t get up now, I’m going to end up getting up again.” He glanced at his glorious cock to let her know which part of him would be up again. “And if that happens, we’ll be at this place all night. I don’t think I can stand to listen to the guy in the next room make those distracting sounds for much longer.”

  Caitlyn hadn’t noticed until Owen mentioned it, but coming through the wall was some sound between grunting and yowling. She’d had almost forgotten where she was, why she’d come here, and that Owen was just some pick-up at a sex club.

  “Oh yeah, little pussy cat,” their wall-mate hollered, “reach under there and scratch my balls.”

  Caitlyn giggled.

  “That’s it, pussy cat.” The words penetrated the wall. “Now meow for me.”

  Caitlyn couldn’t hear the woman’s meows, but the man’s sudden and startling barks sent her into hysterics. She laughed until tears sprang to her eyes and her belly ached.

  “Okay, yeah,” Caitlyn said, forcing her body from the bed. “Let’s get out of here. Find some place for me to make you a sandwich.”