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.”

He bit into her nipple with just enough pressure to send her flying over the edge. She was still caught in the throes of her miniature orgasm when he slid down her body, plunged two fingers deep into her clenching pussy, and latched onto her clit with his mouth. She cried out as her ecstasy escalated into pleasure so intense she forgot how to breathe.

“Give me more, Caitlyn.”

More what? Her fingers stole into his hair and clung to his scalp. Her back arched off the mattress. He slammed his fingers into her and worked her clit with his tongue until the spasms wracking through her pelvis subsided and she took a startled gasp of air.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

“I think you can do better next time,” he said. His lips brushed the inside of her thigh and her belly clenched, making her entire body jerk. Every nerve-ending was over-sensitized and seeking pleasure for itself.

“Do what better next time?” she whispered.

“Come,” he said matter-of-factly. “With me inside you.”

“Oh,” she said breathlessly. “Sounds good.”

He chuckled. His warm breath danced across the wet flesh between her thighs.

Owen slowly crawled up her body, kissing and biting her skin until she dug her nails into his shoulders and encouraged him to move faster.

“Caitlyn,” he whispered, “you just found my trigger.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant, but he surged forward and his cock bumped against her. She gasped and squirmed beneath him, trying to help him find her opening. She needed him inside her.

He shifted onto his side and used his hand to guide himself home. As he slid deep, she became very well acquainted with his piercing and his back became very well acquainted with her nails.

“God, yes, baby,” he said, “scratch me. I love it.”

Good thing, because it wasn’t as if she could consciously control her clenching fingers. She was so caught up in the feel of him filling her and that little extra bit her rubbing her front wall so exquisitely that she couldn’t do anything but hold on to him and call out in bliss. Every so often, he rubbed a spot that made her toes curl involuntarily and her mouth fall open in shock. She wasn’t sure when the pleasure broke as quaking release, but she went mindless with it, gasping and crying out. Everything inside her was one hot mess of indecipherable bliss.

Owen’s hands moved to grip her ass and the earth shifted. He dragged her across the bed and planted his feet on the floor. Holding her hips tightly, he and fucked her even harder.

Shuddering in ecstasy, Caitlyn forced her eyes open. Watching Owen gasp and strain with a pleasure that rivaled her own was easily the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. His thrusts slowed unexpectedly and he took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look at her. His gentle smile warmed her heart. He touched cool knuckles to her flushed cheek.

“You okay?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”

She shook her head vehemently.

“Some women can’t take the piercing for more than a few minutes. It starts to hurt.”

“I can take it,” she assured him.

A smile teased his lips and he pulled out. “I’m glad, but my back can’t take much more of your, um, enthusiasm.”

She released her grip on his back and before she could apologize for tearing at his skin like a possessed demon, he flipped her over onto her belly.

“Let’s try it this way for a while.”

He sank into her. He possessed her with slow gentle strokes, and she wasn’t sure how she could find it as exciting as when he’d taken her hard and fast, but it was. She closed her eyes and concentrated on all the sensations within her body, clinging to the sheets beneath her belly to keep herself grounded. Something that felt so amazing had to be capable of launching her into the stratosphere.

His hands reached under her to cup her breasts and lift her slightly from the bed. “Which position feels better?”

“Both feel so good,” she said, “but there’s this…” She lost her train of thought as his jewelry rubbed a particularly delightful spot inside her. She knotted her fingers in the sheet and rocked to meet his hips. “Oh God, Owen.”

“There’s this what, Caitlyn?”