“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he said in a growl of a voice.
She crossed her legs and squeezed them together, pretending his words didn't make her throb with excitement.
“More than you wanted to kiss me?” she asked.
“Mmm,” he murmured. “Please.”
She wanted to touch him, direct his thick hard cock into her mouth and suck him down her throat, but those little metallic balls gave her pause. Would they get stuck in her throat? There was one trip to the emergency room she’d never live down.
“Are you finished driving me insane?” he asked.
“Not yet. I like playing with you.”
“I want to play too.”
Caitlyn stared up at his cock; its tip was mere inches from her lips. She licked her lips and gnawed on the bottom one, trying to decide if she dared to show him one bedroom skill she was really good at. Her eyes focused on the tattoo that decorated one hip and curved around the top of his thigh.
“What’s with the snake?” she asked. She’d never seen a more realistic tattoo.
“Are you afraid of it? Is that why you’re taking your sweet time untying me?”
Caitlyn traced the bit of art with her fingertips.
“Oh, you mean my tattoo,” he said. “I thought you were talking about the spitting cobra in the center.”
She laughed. “This one?” She lifted her head slightly and flicked her tongue out to tease the sensitive flesh of his cock head. She worked her way around the tip until her tongue encountered something hard and metallic. She hesitated before squelching her inhibition and suckling his head.
“Damn, woman,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t you want any pleasure for yourself?”
“I like this,” she said. “I can explore your body at my leisure. Do whatever I want to you. But if you really want me to stop…”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want to fucking reciprocate.”
She grinned. “You’ll get your chance.” She rubbed her thumb over the barbell in his piercing and he sucked a sharp breath through his teeth.
“Did it hurt when you got this pierced? Aren’t there a lot of nerve-endings in this area?”
“Fuck yeah, there are, and you’re exciting every one of them.”
She rubbed her tongue over the smaller ball which was situated just above his rim in his sensitive glans. Even though she wasn’t a guy, she imagined having that particular location pierced would be agonizing. She moved her attention to the larger ball just behind his rim. The tang of metal was foreign against her tongue, but she liked it. It reminded her that this wasn’t Charles’s cock. This cock belonged to someone new and exciting. While she toyed with Owen’s bit of jewelry, she wondered if the two balls were different sizes for a reason other than aesthetics.
He sucked another breath through his teeth when she sucked a kiss over both ends of the barbell and flicked it with her tongue. “The pain wasn’t too bad,” he said shakily. “Took a while to heal. I decided on the dydoe because other cock piercings make you piss weird. I have a hard enough time aiming for the toilet without an extra exit hole.”
He slipped free of her mouth as Caitlyn chuckled. She absolutely adored how he said anything that popped into his head. Being with him was fun, and when was the last time she’d had fun? The last time she’d laughed this much? The last time she’d enjoyed anyone’s company so much? She couldn’t recall.
“So this type of piercing doesn’t make you pee weird?” she asked.
“No, it doesn’t go through the urethra. Just the rim. If you’ll untie me, I’ll show you the reason I got it done. It’s fun for me and even more fun for you.”
She was eager to experience all that piece of jewelry had to offer, but she wasn’t yet ready to let him get away. She was afraid that once the sex was over, he’d be gone. That had been their arrangement, after all.
“Why are the balls different sizes?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Why?”
“It’s better if you feel it for yourself.”
“Maybe I should try it out with my lips first,” she said. “A practice run.”
“Or you could untie me and we could skip practice entirely.”
His protest turned to sighs of pleasure as she worked the head of his cock with her lips and tongue. The piercing felt foreign against her lips as she drew him in and out of her mouth. Foreign and sexy and exciting. She was afraid to take him too deep into her throat, but she didn’t have the same concerns for the swollen, achy flesh between her legs. She wanted him inside her. Okay, she couldn’t wait any longer. She had to have him.
Owen’s breathing had become labored while she’d pleasured him with her mouth. She reached for the next knot.
“Wait,” he said. “You’re going to have to put a rubber on me before you release me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do the responsible thing once I’m free.”
She grinned, delighted that she had such an effect on him. She rose from the bed and went to the basket on the side table to collect a condom.
“Use one of the ones in my pants pocket,” he said. “But please hurry.”
She dropped the complimentary condom back in the basket and picked up his pants. “Your wallet’s in here,” she said.
“Are you going to rob me?”
“I’m more interested in snooping for your address. In case I decide to become your stalker.”
“I didn’t think of that.”
She chuckled at the concerned look on his face. “Don’t worry. I won’t invade your privacy. But you are worth stalking. I do need to ask why you insist on wearing a condom you brought yourself. Are they special?”
“Because I know it’s safe. It’s kind of like when they ask you if you’ve had your luggage with you at all times when you’re going through airport security.”
“Ah, so you don’t trust anyone with your protection.”
“Surprisingly, I trust you with it. Or maybe I just don’t trust myself at the moment.”
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.”