Caitlyn opened his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. It fell to the floor at his feet. She glanced at his body and drew her tongue over her sensual lips. She made a little sound of pleasure in the back of her throat and then held up a hand to shield her eyes.
“My God, Owen, you’re so gorgeous it hurts my eyes to look at you,” she said. “Do you have a pair of sunglasses I can borrow?”
He laughed. This was one of the main reasons why he found himself liking her more than he cared to admit; she made him laugh. “Fresh out. If my friend Jacob was handy, I’m sure he’d have a spare pair or three. He’s never without his shades.”
“Hmm,” she murmured, looking reflective. “First you, then Kellen, now Jacob. Tell me, is Jacob as attractive as you are? Because you hotties seem to travel in packs.”
“Most would argue he’s better looking than I am,” Owen said. “But I don’t think he’s your type.”
“How do you know my type?”
“Well,” he said, “when I touch you, you show signs of attraction. To me.”
“I do?” she said, her mouth dropping open as if she were shocked by his claim.
He nodded and lifted his hands to her shoulders. He slipped the flimsy wrap from her body, and it fluttered to the floor. She shivered and the darkened tips of her breasts grew hard beneath the transparent white lace. God, even her nipples were perfect. He so wanted to nibble them and then suck them raw.
“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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock in the crack 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, “Fuck me.”
“Did that make you all hot and achy between your legs, Caitlyn?” he asked.
“Y-yes.”
“Is your pussy wet for me now?”
“It’s been wet since I first looked at you.”
“Good. Do you want me to fuck 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 cock 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 cock up the crack 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 dick 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.