Night with Sole Regret

TOUCH ME IX

“You do,” he said. “So either you’re attracted to me or it’s been so long since a man has touched you that your body would respond to anyone.”

She frowned. “I don’t think I’m that desperate.”

“So that means you’re attracted to me. And Jacob and I are very different. He’s sort of a caveman type.”

“A caveman in sunglasses?”

Owen chuckled as he imagined Shade Silverton in a loincloth and sunglasses. “Exactly.”

Her gaze dropped to his chest, and she made that little sound of pleasure in the back of her throat again. The tone made shivers race down his spine. He couldn’t wait to hear what she sounded like when she came. His c**k twitched in anticipation making her call out in ecstasy.

“I like your tattoos,” she said as her eyes explored his chest. “Do they mean anything special?”

“Some of them, but we’re not discussing personal details, remember?”

Her finger traced the cross tattoo on his left pec. “You must work out constantly.”

“I’m working out right now as a matter of fact.” He flexed his pecs in an alternating pattern.

She giggled and tilted her face up at him, looking a bit more at ease. When they’d been walking to the room, he’d thought she was going to bolt.

“Are you less nervous now that we’ve shared a few laughs?” he asked.

She nodded. “How did you know I was nervous?”

“With those big brown eyes of yours, you look like a calf being dragged to slaughter.”

“You’re the one who should be nervous.” She bent to pull the strap-on out of the bag she’d set on the floor. “I don’t think they should let someone operate one of these things without a license.”

“You’ll do fine,” he said. “Let me help you with that.”

She stiffened when he moved to stand behind her. He lifted the hem of her negligee to expose her succulent ass. He took a moment to enjoy the view. The woman had a great butt. And something about seeing a thong disappear between the two plump globes of flesh did things to his self-control. Unable to just look—he had to feel—Owen tugged Caitlyn’s body back against his. He stiffened when his c**k brushed against her cheeks.

When he had her pressed securely against him, he looped both thumbs through the elastic of her panties and eased the tiny garment over her hips, shuddering when her thong’s strap scraped the length of his c**k through his pants.

Her entire body jerked when his fingertips brushed the bare skin along either hipbone as he lowered her panties.

“What,” she said in a broken gasp, “what are you doing?”

“You have to take off your panties to put on the harness.”

“How do you know?” she asked. “I thought you’d never done this before.”

“I haven’t. But I’ve played with a couple of girls who used one of these on each other. It never occurred to them to use it on me. I guess they weren’t as kinky as you are.”

“Do you really think I’m kinky?”

“Everything is kinky the first time you try it.”

He slid her panties an inch lower, shifting his hands forward to rub his thumbs over her smooth-shaven mound.

“Oh!”

“I’d really like to sink my fingers into your heat,” he said, “and then bring them to my mouth to taste your juices.” She shuddered at his words. He ran one thumb along the apex of her cleft, pausing just before he brushed her buried clit. “But that will have to wait until later.”

She groaned.

Owen slid down her back slowly, rubbing his bare belly and chest over the skin of her buttocks, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her spine through the lace of her teddy as he lowered her panties to the floor. Crouched at her feet, he lifted them one at a time to remove the scrap of fabric from around her ankles. He paused to admire her ass and sank his teeth into one cheek. She jerked, but didn’t pull away, not even when he latched on to her flesh with a tight suction. He continued to suck as he took the harness from her trembling hands and helped her slip into it. He pulled his mouth free, grinning when he saw the reddened spot he’d left behind to mark what was his—all his—at least for tonight. Owen slowly tugged the harness up her thighs, drawing his entire body up her length as he went.

“Owen?” she said brokenly.

He wriggled his hips to nestle his now fully erect c**k in the c***k of her ass. Damn, he needed to lose these pants.

“Yeah, beautiful?”

“M-maybe we can just skip this fantasy of mine and you can, um, put yours inside me instead.”

He grinned at the sweet way she’d just said, “f**k me.”

“Did that make you all hot and achy between your legs, Caitlyn?” he asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Is your p***y wet for me now?”

“It’s been wet since I first looked at you.”

“Good. Do you want me to f**k you?”

She groaned. “Oh yes. Very much.”

“I will,” he promised. “But not until you’re finished with me.” He unbuckled his belt and removed his slacks and underwear with one downward jerk. He kicked them aside and then, blissfully naked, he moved up against her back again.

When the head of his c**k prodded her in the lower back, she gasped. He took his shaft in his hand and rubbed the sensitive tip against her buttocks, introducing her to his piercing for the first time. She went completely still.

“What is that?” she asked.

He bit her earlobe and held it tightly between his teeth so she couldn’t turn her head, but didn’t answer her question. It felt amazing to rub himself against her skin. He let the fantasy of sinking unprotected into her wet, swollen heat tease his thoughts. He had to settle down or he would lose his head. He couldn’t let that happen. He slowly slid his c**k up the c***k of her ass and tugged her back against him to hold it nestled between them.

“What was that little hard thing I felt?” she asked.

He released her earlobe. “I’ll give you a proper introduction later.”

He tightened the straps of the harness on her hips. Once it was securely in place, he gripped the base of the rubbery phallus. It felt very odd to be standing behind a woman holding a d**k in his hand, but he was curious to see what it would feel like inside him. He slid his hand to cup her mound, the dildo nestled between his thumb and forefinger. She sucked a breath through her teeth, which prompted him to rock his hips forward.

“Now I’ll show you proper technique,” he whispered into her ear. “Move with me, baby. Nice and easy. Find a rhythm.”

He imagined sinking into her as they thrust together—a slow sensual dance that soon had him eyeing the bed in longing.

“Owen?”

“Mmm-hmm?” he murmured into her ear.

“I can’t wait to try this out on you.” She circled the phallus with one hand, thrusting into her loose fist. “Do you want me to take you slow and easy like this?”

“Whatever feels right. You’ll know.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He bent his knees a bit so that the base of his c**k brushed against her back entrance. Caitlyn moaned and squirmed against him.

“Have you ever been penetrated back here?” he asked.

“A few times,” she said.

“So use that experience as a guide.”

“Okay.” Her hips rotated slightly as she practiced thrusting. Her ass rubbing against him drove him insane with need. The woman plain turned him on.

“I think you have the hang of it,” he said, rocking his hips faster. He released his hold on her mound and slid his hands up the lace along her torso. She arched forward slightly, seeking his touch. The brush of her thick hair against his belly and chest drove him wild. It smelled so sweet and clean that he couldn’t resist pressing his face to the side of her head and inhaling her intoxicating scent. When he cupped her breasts, she released a moan of bliss. Owen’s thumbs rubbed her n*****s in small circles.

“Oh God, Owen, just take me from behind. I can’t take much more.”

The door open and Kelly entered carrying a wooden pommel that had a thick, white satin pad on top.

“Damn it, Owen, you couldn’t wait five minutes?”

“He’s just showing me how to move my hips,” Caitlyn said.

“And we’re going to make it so he can’t move at all.” Kelly set the pommel in the center of the mattress and collected several lengths of rope from his sack of purchases.

“Come on, Owen,” Kelly said. “Don’t try to get away now.”

As turned on as Owen was, there was no way in hell he would try to get away from Caitlyn, but he released her reluctantly and took a step back. She peered over her shoulder at him, her gaze going directly to his c**k. “I knew it! It’s pierced.”

“Ever been with a man who had his c**k pierced?” Owen asked.

She laughed hysterically. “Sorry,” she said, gasping for air. “I can’t imagine my ex getting his c**k pierced. Ever. Ever. Ever.” Her gaze slid up his body. “Or a tattoo, for that matter.”

“What about the guys you had before him?” Owen asked. “Or after?”

“There were no others.”

While this tidbit of information ricocheted about in Owen’s brain, Caitlyn went to stand next to Kelly by the bed.

“I think you should have gone for the Midnight Power Hammer model,” Kelly said, nodding toward the small attachment at her crotch. “Give him a night to remember.”

“I guarantee he’ll never forget this,” Caitlyn said.

And why did that statement make Owen’s heart kick in his chest?

“You ready, buddy?” Kelly asked him.

“Don’t call me buddy when you’re about to tie me down so I can be f****d up the ass,” Owen said.

“You just showed her how to do it properly,” Kelly said. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. Knowing you, you’ll probably even like it.”

Owen wasn’t so sure about that, but he climbed up on the bed and leaned his belly against the pommel.

Kelly tied two long ropes together. The knot landed in the center of Owen’s back and his friend got to work. It didn’t matter that Kelly had taken a several-month-long hiatus from his Shibari hobby. He still tied knots with the precision of a sailor and the care and attention of someone building a ship in a bottle. Just as he did with women, Kelly followed the contours of Owen’s body with each length of rope and adjusted each knot so that it hit upon some pleasure point that Owen didn’t even know he had. Owen wasn’t sure if Kelly was aware of each caress against Owen’s skin as he carefully arranged his masterpiece, but Owen felt every touch of Kelly’s hand. It didn’t help that Caitlyn had already tied him in knots before Kelly had even started. Owen tried to think about something else—anything else—other than what was happening to his body. He had never expected this to turn him on so much.

Caitlyn assisted Kelly occasionally, but mostly she just watched the master at work. Owen wondered what she must think of him. It was impossible to hide his arousal, seeing as he was buck naked. Did she realize how excited he was?

“This really is an art form,” Caitlyn said. “He has a gorgeous body as it is, but the way you tie the ropes… It’s as if you’re tracing his lines to draw attention to his beauty.”

“Hear that, Owen? She thinks you’re a beauty,” Kelly said.

Owen couldn’t move if he’d wanted to. His arms were tied to his sides. Ropes crisscrossed from his thighs, up his back and over his shoulders to another rope that formed a diamond pattern across his chest. He might have been able to curl into a tighter fetal position, but the pommel at his belly was in the way.

“Should we tie his—?” Caitlyn asked.

“Do you want him to be in pain?” Kelly asked.

“No.”

“Tie my what?” Owen said. The pair of them were standing behind him, and he couldn’t see what they were plotting.

“Your c**k and balls,” Kelly said.

“No,” Owen said, though it might prevent him from making a fool of himself from blowing his load too soon. God, he was turned on. He’d never in his life been more aware of his body.

“Okay, then,” Kelly said, moving back to admire his handiwork. “That should keep him where you want him.”

Every inch of Owen’s heated flesh was trembling. He’d said he was game for anything, but restrained the way he was, with his ass so exposed and vulnerable, he wasn’t sure if he was up for this. Well, yes, actually he was up for this. He was painfully up.

“Have you restrained many men?” Caitlyn asked Kelly.

Owen’s trembling stopped as he strained his ears for Kelly’s answer. “Just as favors,” he said.

Who? Owen wondered. Kelly had never mentioned tying up men to him. Maybe he’d done it during his training. He’d shown Owen the ropes only after he’d mastered the art himself, but surely he would have told Owen if he’d done things with a man. He told Owen everything. Didn’t he?

“When you have your partner at your mercy like this, take it slow,” Kelly instructed.

“Right,” Caitlyn said, as if Kelly were telling her how to sweep a floor or program her DVR.

“Tease him.”

Owen squirmed. Just them talking about it as if he wasn’t present was enough of a tease for him.

“Right. I like the look of his balls and c**k swinging freely. I’m glad we decided not to restrain them too. Do you have your c**k pierced?”

Kelly chuckled. “No.”

“God, I just want to rub those two little balls. Kiss them. Suck them in my mouth. What else would feel nice?”

“Licking,” Kelly said.

Oh God, stop talking and touch me or something. I can’t stand this for much longer.

“He doesn’t seem hard enough to me,” Kelly said. “Owen?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hard enough?”

He was about to split, he was so hard, but he shook his head slightly. “I could be harder.”

“I thought so. When you take his c**k in your hand,” Kelly said to Caitlyn, “don’t stroke him vigorously enough to make him come. Delay his o****m until you’ve had enough. He doesn’t get to come until you say so.”

Owen groaned. He was going to have to have a serious talk with Kelly about having his back in these situations. The jerk was making this unbearable. Owen got the sinking sensation that Kelly was getting back at him for making his stint of abstinence as unbearable as possible.

A warm hand circled Owen’s c**k, completely robbing him of rational thought. Instinctually, he rocked his hips forward, unable to curtail the urge to thrust. He couldn’t move more than a couple inches, but God, the woman had great hands. Owen shuddered in bliss. Her grip was firm, yet gentle. Just enough friction to drive him wild.

“See how loose my fist is?” Kelly said. “I’m barely skimming the surface.”

Owen’s breath stalled in his throat. That was Kelly’s hand stroking him with perfection? Oh God. Don’t let me come in his hand. Then he’ll know how turned on I am by him. Owen closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the palm lightly stroking his flesh. Every time Kelly’s hand skimmed over the jewelry in his piercing, his c**k jerked with excitement, his balls tightened, and his body strained toward him.

“I’m not sure I get your technique,” Caitlyn said. “I think I need further demonstration. Please, continue.” Owen could hear the amusement in her tone. And somewhere outside the room he could hear a stranger’s laughter and a woman’s startled cry. He was so glad they’d found a private room. Owen let his head drop forward. Most of his view was hindered by the pommel he was draped over, but he could see Kelly’s hand come into view each time he slowly stroked Owen’s length.

“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 o****m 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 f****d 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 c**k, 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.