Night with Sole Regret

TRY ME XV

When her voice grew hoarse and eventually failed her, she comprehended he was chuckling at her insanity. “You need to practice some o****m delaying techniques, Mel,” he said. At least that’s what she thought he said. Her ears were still ringing with her own screams. She fought to catch her breath, whimpering now, still consumed with pleasure, but too drained to scream anymore.

He reached between her legs to shut off the vibrator and allowed the chain to sway beneath her with each of his powerful thrusts. He pounded against her cervix with each plunge inward and popped that maddening device out of her clenching ass with each outward stroke. She couldn’t decide which motion gave her more pleasure.

She clung to the sheets beneath her face and closed her eyes, her entire body quivering. His concentration absolute, he didn’t seem close to finding his own release at all. Apparently, that c**k ring of his assisted him with o****m delay. She moaned as her pleasure began to rebuild. It felt so good. He felt so good. Filling her. Pressing deep. She rocked against him, encouraging his steady strokes.

And as if his powerful thrusts weren’t enough, that little knob popping in and out of her slickened ass was driving her insane. He rested one hand on her ass to make sure it plunged into her at just the right angle. It teased her. Made her crave something larger inside there. Something thicker. Deeper. Made her think maybe she’d like him to f**k her there, too. Ram his huge, thick c**k in her ass. Would it hurt? Would she be able to take it? Just thinking about it made her p***y tighten and her ass strain for increased stimulation. Soon she was coming again and screaming his name even louder. When the quaking of her body began to subside and only the occasional aftershock of pleasure pulsed through it, she lifted her face from the covers.

“Please, Gabe. I can’t take anymore.”

“Shh, baby. Almost. I’ll try to hurry for you.”

His fingers dug into her hips, and he f****d her harder. Harder. She rocked back to meet his thrusts, because despite what she said, she wanted more. More Gabe. More. More.

“More,” she sputtered, rubbing her sweaty face over the mattress. “Oh yes, please more.”

“That’s it. Take all the pleasure I give you, baby. Take it.”

He fisted his hand around the chain, yanking hard on her n*****s and c**t. f**k. It hurt so good after all the pleasure he’d given her.

“s***k me,” she pleaded.

He landed one hard smack on the cheek of her ass and sent her flying over the edge again. She clung to the bedclothes and let the pleasure wash over her. She didn’t know if his name was echoing in her mind or if she was still screaming it aloud. One thing was for sure, she was unequivocally lost in the man and never wanted to be found again.

Watching Melanie get off so hard excited Gabe almost as much as the feel of her p***y clenching around his plunging c**k. He couldn’t believe she was coming again. He’d heard of multi-orgasmic women—he’d even f****d a few—but this was ridiculous. Of course, it was his devices that had her so overwhelmed with pleasure that her body was drenched in sweat, her words had become incoherent, and she was drooling all over the bed.

He had honestly thought his perversion would turn her away. What kind of guy thought about how to make a woman come so much and so hard that he not only imagined devices to get the job done, but designed and made them? He’d expected her to head for the hills in terror when he’d told her about his unusual hobby. He was sure most women would have freaked the f**k out. It was probably why he’d told her in the first place. His way of driving her away. But Hell, if she was okay with it, he was more than eager to share it with her.

Seeing her mingling with the band had scared the ever-loving s**t out of him. It had made her real. Not just some nice girl he could remember fondly while whiling away the long lonely hours on the tour bus. Not some girl he’d spent one night with, hoping for more. She wasn’t some fantasy in his overactive imagination; she was real. And not just to him, but to everyone.

And . . . Not only had she not called him a freak for inventing s*x toys, she seemed to be perfectly okay with his hobby. She’d not only screamed his name, she’d screamed in pure, bone-deep pleasure. And when the pleasure became too much, he’d showed her how a little pain made it even better and she’d f*****g liked it so much she’d erupted with another o****m. She was perfect. He wanted to use every prototype in his collection on her. Wanted her trembling with pleasure again and again and again. Wanted to f**k her every which way he’d ever imagined.

He had to get her to visit him in Austin.

Gabe cringed as he unsnapped the leather band at the base of his c**k. It would take him an hour to come with that strap squeezing his d**k closed at the base, and she really did seem to be at her limit. She shuddered as he tugged the knob free of her ass for the last time and set the gadget aside.

“Love that thing,” she whispered, her voice raw.

“I’ll use it again next time,” he promised. “I have them in all different shapes and sizes. We’ll figure out which one feels the best.”

“Next time . . . I hope there are many, many next times.”

He pulled out and encouraged her to roll onto her back. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to look into her eyes as he came. And he didn’t want any of his devices in the way. It had to be all him this time. He carefully removed the clips from each reddened n****e. Her body went limp beneath him.

“Are you finished?” she asked, her words slurred, as if she’d had too much to drink.

He shook his head. “I haven’t come yet. I need to take the suction off your c**t now. It will probably bruise.”

“Worth it.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Totally f*****g worth it.”

He grinned. “You liked it?”

She made a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan. “Where did you get it?”

“I told you; I made it.”

“f*****g genius. You need to patent it. And that ass teaser too. Dear lord, it tugs just right. Makes me want you to f**k me in the ass.”

He grinned. “And you were so hesitant at the beginning. I knew you’d like it.”

“I’ll never doubt your judgment again.”

He moved down her sweat-slick body and released the suction on the cup attached to her c**t. Her body jerked, and she sucked a breath through her teeth. He lowered his head and soothed the overstimulated flesh with soft caresses of his lips. “You’re going to remember this for a few days,” he said. He shouldn’t have kept it attached for so long.

She laughed and covered her eyes with both hands, her elbows pointing toward the ceiling. “Gabe, I have no doubt that I’ll remember this for the rest of my life. You’ve ruined me for all other men.”

“Good. I don’t want other men touching you.” He shifted his arm so he could stroke her red and swollen lips with his fingertips. “Kissing you.” His pressed his lips to her heated flesh. “Tonguing you.” He plunged his tongue inside her opening.

“Ohhh . . . ”

He crawled up her body and used his hand to guide his c**k into her receptive p***y. He sank deep and his balls throbbed with their need for release. “f*****g you.”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him. “What about holding me?”

He drew her closer. “No. No other man can hold you either. Just me.”

“Just you,” she whispered. Their eyes met. Locked. He began to thrust into her gently. It felt so good, but he knew it could feel even better.

“I want to f**k you raw, Mel.”

She smiled and clasped the sides of his head between both hands. “I think I’ve already been f****d raw, Mr. Banner.”

He grinned at her. “I mean without a condom. I’m clean. Are you?”

She nodded.

“Do you trust me to pull out in time?”

“You don’t have to; I’m on the pill. Come inside me.”

“Do you trust that I’m clean? I am, but if you’re worried, I won’t.”

“I do trust you. You haven’t lied to me yet. I want . . . to feel . . . closer.”

He smiled and brushed the hair from her sweat-damp cheeks. Kissed her gently. “I’m crushing on you so hard, Melanie Anderson.” In his adult life, he’d never asked a woman to have s*x without a condom. Melanie was already special to him, but this, this trust, this flesh touching flesh, cemented their connection. He wanted nothing separating them.

He eased out of her body, removed the condom, and then slowly slipped inside again. He sucked a stuttering breath through his teeth. Her slick, tight heat was his own piece of heaven on earth.

He claimed her with slow, deep thrusts, delighting in each stroke. The skin along his spine began to tingle. The soles of his feet dampened. Every muscle in his body tightened. He never wanted it to end, this time with her. He never wanted it to f*****g end.

There was a loud knock on the door.

“Force,” Adam yelled from the hallway. “The bus is about to leave. Get your sorry ass downstairs!”

“s**t,” Gabe muttered under his breath.

He lifted his head to look down at Melanie, stunned to see her lips trembling and her eyes watery. A lone tear slipped from the corner of her eye and glided down one smooth cheek. She hugged him and buried her face against his neck.