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 cock 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 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.

Owen’s eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“You okay?” she asked.

He shook his head. He wasn’t going to be okay until he came. And damn, he was close.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

He chuckled. “No, Caitlyn. Can’t you tell I’m about to explode? I want you to fuck me.”

“Oh!” She took a deep breath. “Okay. Don’t let me hurt you.”

“Maybe I want you to hurt me. Maybe I want you to fuck me as hard as you can until my ass is so raw I beg you to stop.”

She leaned over him and kissed the center of his back. The phallus slipped several inches deeper, and Owen bit his lip so he didn’t yell and startle her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered. “I can’t believe you’re doing this for me.”

Doing this for her? Hell, he was doing this for himself. She rose again and leaned back, pressing deeper inside him still. Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to last much longer. She held onto his hips with both hands as she slowly withdrew and then slowly pushed deep inside him again. She found a slow rhythm of insertion and withdrawal, obviously not wanting to hurt him as she slowly claimed his ass.

“Do you like it?” she asked with a tremulous voice.

“Yes. You can do it harder.” Please, do it harder.

She worked up her courage and her speed. Filling him. Filling him. Oh God, filling him. What was wrong with him that he liked this so much? What would a real cock feel like inside him? What would a huge, hard cock like Kelly’s feel like? Kelly’s hand stroking him. Cock filling him. Hand stroking him. Owen’s dick and balls hung freely beneath him, so his orgasm caught him completely by surprise. He cried out as he began to spurt. His load caught him in the chin.

Caitlyn abruptly stopped moving. “Kelly?” she said.

Still trembling, Owen lifted his head. Had Kelly returned? Had he seen how hard Owen had come while being fucked? He listened—no one had entered the room. “What?” Owen said.

“Why did you call Kelly’s name when you came?”

Heat flooded Owen’s face. “I didn’t.”

“Were you thinking of him while I was fucking you?”

“No!” Yes, he thought, God, yes. He squeezed his eyes shut against the emotions welling up inside him.

She pulled out and pressed her face against his back, dropping gentle kisses along his spine. “Does he know how you feel about him?” she asked.

No, he thought, God, no.

“I don’t have feelings for him,” Owen said with a snorted laugh. “I thought your name was Kelly. Sorry about that. I just have sex with so many women, I lose track of names. It was Caitlyn, right?”