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Touch Me (One Night with Sole Regret #4)(19)

By´╝ÜOlivia Cunning



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?"

"Yeah, it's Caitlyn. Don't worry, sweetie. I won't tell him," she said. "But you should."

No way ever in fucking hell would he tell Kelly that he'd started having fantasies about him when they'd stopped touching each other. No way. And he would definitely not tell him that he'd been fantasizing about him while being fucked. Or that the thought of Kelly fucking him had turned him on so much that he'd come without any stimulation to his cock at all.

"Well, that was fun," she said after a moment of his silence. "Do you want to continue?"

"I want you to untie me now," he said. Because he was going to fuck her brains out to show her that he was not infatuated with his friend. He was one hundred percent hot-blooded heterosexual male and when he was finished with her, she wouldn't ever be able to forget it.





Chapter Four


Caitlyn wasn't sure if she should untie Owen or not. He was obviously feeling very vulnerable. And it seemed he hadn't yet come to terms with what was in his heart. Caitlyn didn't have a problem with him not feeling a deep emotional connection with her. They'd just met; it wasn't as if she'd expected him to fall madly in love with her. She'd only wanted to have a little fun. To feel sexy. He'd given her both already. But damn he looked hot all tied and helpless. And God, she'd made him come hard, even if he had been thinking of someone else at the time.

Now that the sexual excitement had drained from his body, he looked like he needed someone to hold him and tell him everything was going to be all right. That instinct to care for him won out in the end. She removed the strap-on, tossed it in the sink, and then climbed up onto the bed beside him. She stroked his hair gently as she tried to gauge his emotions and he did his damnedest not to meet her eyes.

"Thanks for fulfilling my fantasy," she said. Her fingers moved to the ropes that bound him and she carefully untied the first knot. "I know it's weird, but I've always wanted to screw a man. I just wanted to see what it was like."



       
         
       

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