Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(50)

He sucked a breath through his teeth. His cock throbbed with need.

"Are your nipples sensitive?" she asked, tracing the tiny bud with her tongue.

He nodded slightly. "They're both pierced, but I can't stand to wear jewelry in them very often." He did wish he had his barbells in at the moment, however.

She latched on to his right nipple, alternately sucking and rubbing it with the flat of her tongue. He clung to the sofa cushion beneath him so he didn't grab her head and direct her to give the same treatment to his fully engorged cock.

When she bit his chest, he gasped in surprise at how sexy he found the act. She moved to his other nipple and looked up at him as she traced it with the tip of her tongue.

"I love touching you," she whispered. Her hands slid down his torso. "I'm really going to love sucking you. I want to watch you erupt."



       
         
       
        

He gaped at her, his breath now coming in excited gasps. Occasionally she said something that he never expected her to say, and he wondered what went on in her head. Were these naughty thoughts of hers infrequent or just infrequently voiced?

"Will you come for me, Owen?" she whispered. "Let me see how much pleasure I give you."

Hell to the yeah. His mouth had gone dry, so speaking wasn't an option. He nodded instead.

Caitlyn gripped the top of his jeans and tugged them down his thighs. When he lifted his foot to help her remove them completely, she shook her head.

"I like them around your ankles," she said.

Fuck, who was he to upset her fantasy? She grabbed his cock in both hands and tilted her head back so he could watch her trace his rim with the tip of her tongue. He was already seeping pre-cum, and she avoided the little bead of moisture glistening at the tip. Did she not like the taste? When her tongue did flick over the opening to collect his small offering, it took every shred of his willpower not to grab the back of her head and shove his cock down her throat. Could she possibly realize how sexy she looked kneeling on the floor between his thighs, her thick lashes fanned over her porcelain-white cheeks as she sampled his cum? He could see his fluids glistening on the tip of her tongue before she flicked it into her mouth and then licked her lips. Lord, he wished he'd been born with more self-discipline. He was seconds from losing all control.

"Caitlyn," he groaned.

"I do prefer your taste over strawberries," she said, and she opened her brown eyes to gift him with another look of deviousness.

"Do you want me to take the stud out now?" he asked, because there was nothing he wanted more than to watch Caitlyn's mouth stretch around his thick shaft.

"I think I can figure it out. I do have master's degrees in physics and engineering."

"The balls unscrew," he said. A little assistance never hurt anyone. Not even a brainiac like Caitlyn.

"So I don't just yank it out?"

Even though her tone was teasing, Owen flinched. "God, woman. No, you don't just yank it out."

"I'd never hurt you," she said. "Unless you asked me to."

She bent to suckle the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked over the sensitive skin trapped inside her warm, moist mouth until his back arched involuntarily. She began to bob her head slightly-just enough for her plump lips to bump against one ball of his piercing each time she went down.

"God, you give good head," he thought. Or maybe he said it. He wasn't thinking clearly. All he could concentrate on was the pleasure she gave him with her brilliant mouth. 

She paused, her tongue flicking the underside of his cock while her fingers unscrewed the ball to remove his barbell. When she pulled the piece of jewelry out of its hole, he almost yelled in triumph. The sound caught in his throat as a moan when she took him deep into her mouth. She pulled back and then took him even deeper. Pulled back and went deeper again. She sucked as her mouth retreated, and he groaned. She let him fall from her mouth, took a deep breath, and descended on him again. This time his cock head lodged in the back of her throat. Dear God, she hadn't been kidding about her suppressed gag reflex. She grabbed his hips and forced him an inch deeper into her throat. She swallowed, which tightened her throat around him, massaging him in a way he'd never experienced.

"Fuck," he growled.

His eyes widened when he felt her tongue slide down the last inch of his cock and brush against his balls. Dear God! His head dropped back onto the back of the sofa. It felt amazing. There was no way he could watch her do those things to him without blowing his load. And he wasn't ready to come yet. He wanted more. He'd like to remain buried in her throat, or sucked by her amazing mouth, for an eternity. Caitlyn pulled back. She licked the head of his cock as she caught her breath and then after a moment, she took him deep again.