Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(18)

"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.