Free One Night with Sole Regret 04 Touch Me by Olivia Cunning

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there. I really want to get a closer look at that piercing.”
    His head jerked up. “Kelly put you up to
this, didn't he?”
    “He might have planted a seed of thought,”
she said. “You can thank him later.”
    Caitlyn shifted to the opposite side of the
pommel. It pressed against the middle of his chest and his upper
abdomen, but lying on her back beneath him, she could see his lower
belly, the delightful V of his hipbones, and his suddenly attentive
cock. He liked her idea. She could tell by how quickly he was
getting hard again. She ran her fingertips down his lower belly and
he shuddered, his partially freed arm lowering so he could fist his
hand in a tangle of bed sheet. She took her time exploring his
flesh—stroking, nibbling and licking his belly and hips, forcing
herself not to go for the decorated and engorged prize at the
center. She wanted him hard and fully excited before she pleasured
him, but she couldn’t take her eyes of his cock. There was
something about those two little metallic balls decorating the rim
that fascinated her. What would that feel like inside her?
    “Touch me,” Owen whispered. “I can't stand
it, Caitlyn. Touch me.”
    “Touch you where?”
    “Where do you think?”
    She cradled his balls in one hand, ever so
gently massaging. He sucked a breath through his teeth.
    “Here?” She didn't wait for his answer. She
lifted her head and licked the wrinkled skin of his sac, swirling
her tongue in chaotic patterns that caused his breathing to skitter
and shake.
    “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