Owen checked his phone while Caitlyn was upstairs. He had three text messages from his mom asking questions about Lindsey, whose pet name was apparently doll. Could he add her to his health insurance if they weren’t married? He had no idea. Was it okay to buy her some maternity clothes? Of course that was okay. And then Owen got to the one that made his heart almost stop. Lindsey insisted we buy all the baby stuff second-hand. Isn’t she a doll? I hope the baby’s a girl. I always wanted a little girl to spoil. Or twins. Twins would be so cute. And she ended her terrifying message with a bunch of baby-themed emojis. Forcing a knot of panic back down his throat, Owen typed appropriate responses to her first two queries and left the last one unanswered. Mom did realize that the baby might not be his, didn’t she? He hoped she didn’t get too attached.
Of course she would get too attached. This was his mother he’d gotten involved. The woman got attached to the little toads that lived under the back steps. What had he been thinking when he’d left a destitute pregnant groupie with the woman who’d given birth to him?
He covered his eyes with one hand, hoping to erase his mother’s message from his memory.
“Fuck.”
“If you insist,” Caitlyn said, sliding up against his back and rubbing her hands over his bare belly. “I thought you might want to eat first.”
Her naked breasts pressed into his back, and there was no way he could ignore that invitation.
Owen set his phone face down on the counter and covered her questing hands with his. “I’m not sure we’ll have time to cover much on your list if we take breaks for unnecessary activities like washing and eating and sleeping.”
She chuckled and kissed his shoulder. “I’m glad you’re so willing to accommodate my fantasies, but we can take our time. I’m not in any rush.”
But he had little to offer her besides great sex. The woman was so far out of his league, they were playing different sports. He wasn’t the kind of guy who ended up with the intelligent, sophisticated, driven, successful, and obviously rich hottie. Nope, he was the guy who ended up with the desperate, pregnant groupie. Everyone knew that. Even him.
He turned in Caitlyn’s arms and wrapped her in a tight embrace, lowering his head to claim her lips in a searing kiss. She tasted of minty freshness and smelled of clean soap with a hint of jasmine. “You’re too clean.” He nibbled her jaw. “I have an overwhelming need to dirty you up again.”
“Charles wouldn’t touch me unless I’d just recently washed. I thought . . .”
He lifted his head to look at her, meeting her dark brown eyes. “You thought what?”
“That cum dripping down my leg would gross you out.”
He chuckled. “Sex is messy, gorgeous.” He stroked several long black strands of hair from her face. “The messier the better.”
She looked over his shoulder and nibbled on her lip. “So I probably shouldn’t have douched.”
It was her body—who was he to tell her how best to care for it? “If it makes you more comfortable.”
She shook her head. “Charles—”
He covered her full lips with one finger. “I’m not Charles. I like my cum on you. In you. Dripping down your thigh. I’m all about sloppy seconds.” He grinned. “Or thirds.”
She pulled out of his grasp and went to her list on the counter. She uncapped a black marker and added two items to her agenda. He peered over her shoulder and read: sloppy seconds followed by sloppy thirds.
He chuckled. “I’m not sure those are fantasies.”
“They are to me,” she said. “Especially if you enjoy them.”
“I’m going to enjoy everything on that list.” And he would make certain that she enjoyed them as well.
Her stomach rumbled, and he captured her hand, leading her to the elegant, round glass table in the kitchen nook. He didn’t allow himself to smile when she spread a cloth napkin over the seat of the plum-colored velveteen chair before she sat her naked butt on it. Sex wasn’t the only need he could fulfill for her. He could feed her belly as well.
“Has a naked man ever hand fed you in your kitchen?” Owen went to the spread she’d set out before they’d been so wonderfully distracted and filled a plate with a variety of finger foods.
“No. Especially not one who looks like you.”
She laughed, her pretty eyes following his every move. She seemed to pay the most attention to his ass, so he spent plenty of time with his back to her, ensuring she got an eyeful. After spending his teen years as the icky fat kid no girl would offer a second glance, he rather enjoyed being a beautiful woman’s eye candy.
He returned to the table and set the plate on the table between her seat and the empty one next to her. When he reached for a cloth napkin to spread over the chair’s plump cushion, Caitlyn reached not for her food but for his ass.
“You’re absolutely perfect,” she murmured under her breath. “What are you doing here with me?”
There were dozens of reasons, not all hinging on physical attraction, but he said, “Serving your every whim.”
She moved her hand so he could sit. “And what do you get out of this?” she asked.
“To be with you.”
She licked her lips and glanced away. “This frivolous affair is exactly what I want,” she said, “what I need right now. But I don’t want to just use you. It doesn’t seem right.”
He’d prefer if she was just a user. If they were going to keep their interactions light, frivolous, and fun, she couldn’t be wonderful. If she treated him with consideration and showed him affection, he could easily give her his heart. He was well aware of his habit of falling fast and hard for nice women. And strong women. Intelligent women. Most women. If she wanted to fool around without attachment, then she had to be a bitch. He needed her to treat him like shit, or he wouldn’t be able to keep his heart out of the equation. And he knew where that would lead—another ex for her, another broken heart for him.
“You aren’t using me,” he said. “I’m using you.”
“For sex?”
He grinned and reached for a chunk of pineapple. “What else?”
“Just making sure,” she said. “I don’t think I’m ready to love you. Not so soon after Charles.”
“I understand,” he said, poking the pineapple into her mouth, mostly to keep her from talking about her ex-husband.
“It’s okay that I like you, though, isn’t it?” she asked around the pineapple.
His heart twisted, and he helped himself to a grape. Sweet juice burst onto his tongue when he bit into the small fruit. “It’s probably best to keep your feelings to yourself,” he said cautiously. “Unless you want this to turn into something more serious.”
He did. He couldn’t deny his need for a strong and lasting connection with her, but he knew from experience—too much experience—that one-sided love affairs were hell on the heart. How many women had he scared off by moving too fast? A dozen? And he’d gotten his heart broken every time.
“I don’t want this to be serious,” she said. “At least not yet.”
“Understood.”
But by offering him the hope of yet, she was opening a door. Just a little. And his foolish heart was already trying to squeeze itself through the crack. He squashed down the tenderness he longed to express—with adoring gazes and gentle caresses that had nothing to do with sex—and offered her a bite of cheese. He held her gaze as she accepted the cube of Swiss and chewed slowly. She surprised him by reaching for a piece of cheese and feeding it to him.
“We should open a bottle of wine,” she said as he followed the cheese with a grape. She reciprocated by offering him a savory slice of pepperoni.
“If that’s your desire.” He pulled his gaze from hers to locate a bottle of wine, but she palmed his cheek, returning his attention to her eyes.
“Later, maybe,” she murmured before leaning in to kiss him.
If he’d been struggling to keep his feelings in check before, they grew completely ou
t of control as she caressed his lips with hers. He definitely felt more than desire in her kiss, and though his head was shouting at him to take control, to shift their focus to pure, burning passion and away from emotion, his heart wouldn’t let him. Bittersweet relief swamped him when her hand slid down his chest and stomach before circling his cock. Lust slammed into his lower belly when he deepened the maddeningly sweet kiss, and his dick stirred with excitement.
“I guess this is one benefit of being with a younger man,” she said, stroking him to readiness before scooting her chair closer and opening her legs wide. “You don’t have a recovery time of two weeks.”
She was thinking of him again. Not fondly, but Charles was definitely on her mind. Owen had to do something about that. Could he fuck the thoughts of that bastard out of her? Maybe temporarily at least.
He took a grape between his thumb and forefinger and lowered it between her legs. He traced the boundary of her clit with the firm, smooth globe before centering it over the sensitive flesh and rubbing her there until she gasped. He then popped the grape into her open mouth.
Her eyes blinked wide with shock, and she lifted a hand toward her mouth. He caught her wrist before she could pull out the grape.
“Eat it,” he said, keeping his voice deep and demanding.
“But you had that on my . . .”
“I know exactly where I had it. Chew.”
She obeyed, never taking her eyes off his.
“Swallow.”
She swallowed with a gulp.
“You have taste a woman’s cum on your list,” he said.
“I do?” She looked adorable when she was uncertain of herself.
He grinned. “If you’re in a threesome with another woman, it’s bound to happen.”
“Oh. I thought you’d be doing all the licking.”
“I could,” he said, reaching for another grape, “but you wouldn’t get the full extent of the encounter if I did all the licking.”
He traced her pussy lips with the new grape, making her shiver.
“I want the full experience, Owen. Promise you’ll whisper instructions to me. I’ve never done anything like that before, but I don’t want our partner to realize it.”
Owen’s dick throbbed with arousal at the thought of Caitlyn getting freaky with another woman while he gave instructions. The gentle tug of her hand on him only added to his excitement.
“I’ll help you.”
She sagged back against her chair. “Thank you.”
No, thank you, he thought as he dipped the tips of his fingers and the grape into her rapidly awakening pussy. Her breath caught, and her gaze shifted to the area between her splayed legs. He swirled his fingers in the margin of her opening and then lifted them, shiny with her fluids, and brought them to her lips. “Lick,” he said.
She hesitated for the briefest moment before the pink tip of her tongue stroked his fingertips.
“How do you taste?”
She licked his fingers with more attention. “I can’t taste much,” she said.
He relinquished the grape to her. “Can you taste yourself there?”
She sucked on that grape for a long moment, until his balls started to ache with their need for release, and he asked brokenly, “Caitlyn?”
“I still can’t really taste it.” One corner of her mouth quirked upward. “Maybe if you made me come.”
Now there was an idea he could get behind. He reached for another grape, but she caught his wrist. “On your cock,” she said, her chest flushing with desire. “And I’ll suck it off there.”
The woman was a fucking genius.
He pulled her chair closer, angling his hips so they’d fit together easily. She moaned when he pressed his cock into her opening and spread her legs wider. He smiled to himself when he tried to meet her eyes and found her staring at the place where their bodies were joined. He rocked slightly, so that he was barely entering her before withdrawing completely.
“Do you like to watch?” he asked, loving the little gasps of protest she released every time he pulled out.
“I think I’d be embarrassed.”
It took him a moment to gather his thoughts enough to figure out what she meant. Even the small amount of contact between his bare skin and hers felt amazing. “I meant watch me inside you, not watch another couple.”
“Mmm,” she murmured. “I definitely like that.”
She tipped forward to rest her forehead against his shoulder and moved her hand to trace the length of his shaft with one finger. That teasing touch made him tremble, until the urge to thrust deep became undeniable. His chair crashed behind him as he stood and rammed himself into her.
“Slow,” she whispered, her head unmoving against his shoulder. He presumed she was still watching his body claiming hers. “Deep but slow.”
It was damned hard to keep his emotions in check when he took it slow, but he did his best to give her what she wanted. Slow, deep strokes did give him plenty of time to relish the pleasure of each motion rather than focusing on the urgency to attain orgasm.
“I think that might be enough,” she said.
“Huh?” Fuck, she wasn’t going to make him stop, was she?
“Looks really slick and shiny. I should be able to taste my cum now.”
He’d been so caught up in the pleasure, he’d already forgotten why he’d entered her in the first place—so she could suck her fluid off his dick.
“You didn’t come yet, did you?” he asked.
“I came less than an hour ago, so I probably won’t be able to come again for a while.”
“That’s okay, take your time.” But not too long, he thought, or I’ll be the one coming.
He explored her body with both palms, grateful for her chair’s support so he could use his hands for something other than lifting her to his height. Completely lost in her, he began to churn his hips each time their bodies came together, wanting to feel more of her inside and out.
“I’m close,” she said, moving her hand between her legs to rub at her clit. He caught her hand and brought her wrist to his lips, kissing the rapid pulse thrumming there just beneath the skin.
“Don’t rush your orgasm,” he said. “Give it time to build.”
She groaned and lifted her head from his shoulder to meet his eyes. If it was hard to keep his emotions out of sex when he took it slow, it was doubly difficult to do so when she was looking at him all glassy eyed and trusting.
“I’ve never had a vaginal orgasm,” she said.
“Is that on your list?” he asked.
“I didn’t add it to my list, because I don’t think it’s possible for me.”
“I love a challenge,” he murmured, kissing her neck.
“Maybe with the piercing—Oh!”
“Maybe with less thinking.”
He was completely drenched in sweat and far less frustrated with her body’s inability to find release than she was. She was trying too hard, and that was most of her problem. He’d tackle giving her a vaginal orgasm when she wasn’t aware of his intentions.
He didn’t warn her that he’d changed his plans, just shifted his belly away from hers so he could rub her clit. She exploded within seconds, her breasts pressing into his chest and her heels digging into his ass as her back arched and she cried out with release. The tightening of her pussy around him almost pulled him over the brink with her, but he clenched every muscle in his body to hold back. She hadn’t even caught her breath when she pushed him away.
He groaned in agony when his cock popped free of her warmth. She slipped from the chair and knelt at his feet, licking and sucking her cum off his dick and balls until he fisted her hair in his hands. She opened wide for him as he thrust into her mouth. He marveled at her diminished gag reflex for a short moment, and then the pleasure of fucking her throat while she sucked was the only thing he could concentrate on. After a few strokes he pulled out to give her time to draw several labored breaths before thrusting into her mout
h again.
Minutes later, she pulled back to make a new request. “Come inside me. Mix our cum together so I can taste that too.”
The thought sent him tumbling with her to the hard, cold floor. She reached between them to help him find her when he couldn’t locate the presence of mind to untangle his fingers from her hair. Within several fast strokes, he exploded, forcing his hips to continue to pump while he came. He closed his eyes as sparks of light flashed in his vision. She squirmed to get him to roll onto his back and then slowly lifted her hips until his cock fell free. She seemed oblivious to the pull of his hands in her hair as she
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