shifted down his body and sucked his still twitching cock into her mouth.
He cried out—in a mix of agony and bliss—as she sampled their comingled cum with licks and kisses and dizzying suction. When his cock had been cleaned to her satisfaction, she turned her attention to his balls.
“Cai-Caitlyn,” he panted. Her name was the only word he knew.
“No two licks taste the same,” she said from somewhere between his legs. When her tongue brushed his asshole, his eyes popped open and he sat up involuntarily.
“Okay, I think you’ve had enough,” he said.
“I’ll never get enough of you.”
She licked her finger, and if he hadn’t just had one of the most explosive orgasms of his life, the sight would have made him come.
“I feel so dirty right now.”
He was feeling pretty dirty himself, so he kissed her—excited by knowing all the places her tongue had just been. He had a naughty reputation for a reason.
When their mouths separated, she cupped his cheek in one hand and stared into his eyes. His heart started thudding on cue.
“I love getting dirty with you, Owen.”
“I love making you dirty, Cait.”
“Where are you taking me tonight?” she asked, her eyes flashing with excitement.
“You don’t want to stay here for sloppy seconds and thirds?” he asked. Because that sounded like a perfect plan to him, and she was definitely sloppy at the moment.
“The other day you mentioned Houston has several sex clubs.”
That sounded like a pretty good plan too.
“More than a few,” he said. “What are you in the mood for?”
“What are my options?”
“There’s a BDSM club for people who want to experiment with alternate forms of pleasure and pain.”
She shook her head. “Not really my thing.”
Good. Because it wasn’t really his thing either. “If you have any fetishes—”
“Pierced cocks,” she said, reaching for his and rubbing her finger over the little balls that spanned the rim of his head.
“You’re a bit under-pierced for the piercing fetish crowd, but I know a guy who could pierce your clit—”
“Ow!”
“It’s actually the hood of skin that gets pierced, but you can buy jewelry that rubs against you all the time.”
Her thoughtful look made him chuckle.
“Are you considering it?” he asked.
“Maybe,” she said, a delightful blush staining her face and throat. “Are there other clubs?
“If you’re into cosplay, there’s a sci-fi club that includes interesting uses of light sabers.”
“I really just want to try out the threesome thing.”
“Okay,” he said. “I’ll take you to the Red Door. You’ll have to wear a mask and nothing but red underwear.”
“That doesn’t sound too over the top. Are you sure we can find a partner there?”
He’d been to the Red Door several times and had never had a problem finding a partner or two. And with a beauty like Caitlyn at his side, they were sure to be approached. “I have no doubt.”
Chapter Eight
Caitlyn clung to Owen’s arm, wondering if she had the courage to pull this off. When they’d entered the back of the warehouse and walked a narrow hallway to a red door, she’d been nervous yet excited. But now that Owen had given the password and they were inside, she was wishing they’d just stayed home.
The man at the entrance wore a pair of red leather shorts and a black mask that reminded her of Halle Berry’s Catwoman, except it lacked the cute ears.
“Men, women, or both?” he asked Owen.
“Just women,” Owen said. The guy handed Owen a white mask similar in shape to his own.
“And you?” he asked Caitlyn.
She was trembling, but somehow managed to say, “Both.”
He started to hand her a red mask, but Owen grabbed it and handed it back. “By both, she means me and just women.”
The guy’s mouth twisted with an annoyed smile. “That’s entirely different.”
How was she supposed to know that? The doorman handed her a white mask.
“You brought appropriate attire, I hope.”
“I’ve been here before,” Owen said. “We know our part.”
“She didn’t know about the masks,” the man pointed out.
“So if I say both, that means I’m looking to hook up with both women and men strangers?”
“You’re not looking for men.” Owen led her into a changing room before the doorman could hand her a mask of a different color.
“Take off all your clothes and jewelry except your underwear.”
He’d helped her choose a lacy red thong and bra to wear under her street clothes, so she’d been expecting this. What she hadn’t been expecting was to be a jumble of nerves as he tucked their clothes, her bracelet, and his dog tags into a locker and locked it with a combination he punched into the keypad. He took her hand and led her to a second door in the room. This one was also red, and she could hear muffled sounds on the other side.
“Are you ready?”
“Since we’re both wearing white masks and we’re together, people will realize we’re looking for another woman, right?’
Owen nodded. “Yeah, it makes this easier. Men probably won’t hit on us.”
“Probably?”
“Some like the challenge of convincing others to want something they don’t think they want.”
“I do want to try two men,” Caitlyn said. “But I’m not quite ready for that yet.”
“I’m not ready for that at all,” Owen said. He opened the door.
She wasn’t sure what he’d meant by that—was he saying he didn’t want her to be with two men or that he wasn’t prepared to be a part of her threesome experience—but she didn’t have time to come to a conclusion before her eyeballs were bombarded by images of near naked people.
She’d thought what she wanted and needed was a bunch of impersonal yet mind-blowing sex and that any partner would do, but now that she was confronted with it from every angle, it wasn’t as sexy as she imagined.
“I’ve never brought a woman with me to one of these clubs,” Owen said as he tugged her forward.
“Yet I’m sure you never leave empty-handed.”
“True,” he said. “I’m not sure if anyone will approach us as a couple.”
His concern was unfounded. They hadn’t even had time to order drinks before a young woman in a white mask sat in the empty seat beside Caitlyn.
“You’re gorgeous,” she shouted over the loud, throbbing club music. “What are you doing here with this guy?”
Caitlyn had never had a woman hit on her before, so it took her a moment to respond. “Uh, he’s my boyfriend.”
Was he her boyfriend? Maybe she shouldn’t have introduced Owen that way. She glanced at him to see if her claim had bothered him, but he was looking at the drink menu as if he hadn’t noticed the blonde who’d invited herself to their table.
“Not fulfilling your needs? I’ve got the cure for that.” She leaned over and licked Caitlyn’s breast above the lacy edge of her bra.
Um, wow. Forward much? Caitlyn supposed there wasn’t any reason to play coy or pretend that any of them were there for something other than sex.
“He’s fulfilling all of my fantasies,” Caitlyn said, rubbing a hand over the inside of Owen’s bare thigh. “That’s why he brought me here.”
“So is this a lesbian fantasy while he watches thing or a threesome thing? Because I don’t do dick. I don’t want dick anywhere near me.”
Caitlyn laughed, hoping the woman wasn’t offended. She didn’t think she was funny per se, but rather refreshing in her ballsy outlandishness. “I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” Caitlyn said, which wasn’t entirely true.
“She wants to be the center of our attention,” Owen said. “She wants dick in her pussy. Your tongue
and fingers and fist in her pussy.”
Fist? They’d never discussed a fist. They hadn’t discussed tongue and fingers, for that matter.
“Does she speak for herself?” the woman asked, never taking her eyes off Caitlyn.
“I’d like to try licking.” She glanced at Owen and then back at the blonde. “I want to eat your pussy too,” she said, “but I don’t want my man to touch you or be touched by you.”
The blonde chuckled and slid a hand up Caitlyn’s leg. “I like a woman who knows what she wants. I just wish we could leave the dick out of this entirely.”
“Then you should find some other woman to hit on,” Owen said. “One who doesn’t crave my cock.”
The blonde laughed and slapped him in the chest. “My, aren’t you full of yourself?”
Actually, he wasn’t usually the type who boasted about his appeal—though he had tons to spare—but Caitlyn noticed this woman had him on edge and not in a good way.
“He’s right,” Caitlyn said. “I do crave his cock. I think I want him to be pounding me while I eat you out.”
“As long as he’s not pounding you while I eat you out.”
Caitlyn’s pussy tightened at the thought. “That does sound exciting.” Caitlyn turned to Owen and wrapped her arm around his lower back, pressing her breast into his hard-muscled arm. “Is that possible, to be licked and fucked at the same time?”
“Yeah. But probably not if your partner is afraid of cock.”
“I’m not afraid of cock,” the blonde said. “It’s just gross. All hard and veiny.” Her lip curled. “Ew.”
“Mmm,” Caitlyn purred. “I like them all hard and veiny.”
The blonde shuddered and stood. “If you change your mind, I’ll be over there, far, far from the penis you brought with you.” She planted a soft kiss on Caitlyn’s lips. Caitlyn was too stunned to kiss her back. And even more stunned to discover she hadn’t been even slightly repulsed by another woman’s mouth against hers.
Her eyes still on the blonde as she walked away, Caitlyn leaned toward Owen and asked, “Are the people who frequent these places always so forward?” At her first and only other experience in a sex club, Owen had been the only one to approach her, and he hadn’t been quite that brusque when making it clear their interactions would be sexual in nature.
When he didn’t answer her question, she turned to find a woman draped over the back of his chair, one hand on his devastatingly distracting abs and another inching down the front of his red silk boxers.
Caitlyn grabbed the woman’s wrists and yanked her hands off Owen’s body, all sorts of overwhelming and confusing feelings swarming through her. “What are you doing?”
“Inviting myself to his party,” the woman said. The red of her hooded mask brought out the blue of her eyes and told Caitlyn that this one was looking for both a man and a woman. That might have had interesting possibilities if it hadn’t meant that she’d expect Owen to touch her, to fuck her. It probably wasn’t fair of Caitlyn to expect him to be okay with her having sex with another woman while she was decidedly not okay with him having sex with one, but the unfairness didn’t change her opinion on the matter.
“I don’t like her touching you,” Caitlyn said to Owen. She released the woman’s wrists with a shove.
“Would you prefer her to touch you?” Owen asked.
Caitlyn couldn’t meet the woman’s eyes as she made her intentions clear. “No.”
The woman shrugged and wandered off to find more reasonable prospects.
“She would have let us do anything to her,” Owen said.
“She would have wanted you inside her.”
“And you have a problem with that?”
“Of course I have a problem with that.”
His grin completely disarmed her. Why was he smiling? He should be perturbed that Caitlyn’s fantasies were so unyielding to his preferences, yet he seemed happy that she’d erected barriers not around herself, but around him.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants,” he said.
Oh, was that why he was smiling? Well, that was okay. Just as long as he wasn’t feeling smug because Caitlyn was out of her head at the mere thought of him fucking some other woman at a sex club. Maybe it was because he looked so hot and mysterious in that white mask. She couldn’t blame women for putting their hands on him.
Owen ordered drinks—whiskey for himself and a crisp white wine for her—and they people-watched for a while. With the normal boundaries of society left at the door, the women became rather predatory, she noticed. She watched one curvy lady take a man to the back, only to return ten minutes later and collect two more. Were they having an orgy back there? Caitlyn wondered if she’d be able to disconnect from her personal morals enough to get gang fucked. Probably not, she decided when several additional men tagged along behind the trio heading to the back of the establishment. The thought of six men taking turns banging her worried Caitlyn far more than it turned her on. Things could so rapidly get out of control in a mob situation. But wasn’t that what had happened between the members of Sole Regret and that Lindsey woman? As sexy as she found all the members of the band, Caitlyn didn’t think she’d enjoy them taking turns fucking her.
“I think I see exactly what we’re looking for,” Owen said after a moment. “Stay here; I’ll bring her to you.”
He kissed her before rising from the table and crossing the room. She couldn’t take her eyes off him even when a pair of giggling women streaked completely naked through her line of vision with a bouncer following them, shouting, “No nudity on the floor.”
Owen slid into a booth with a woman sitting alone and wearing a pink hooded mask. She was very thin and very pale and actually jumped when Owen spoke to her. She reminded Caitlyn of herself—not in appearance, but in the way she’d reacted when Owen had first approached her in that sex club in San Antonio. Caitlyn wished she were a lip reader when Owen continued to speak to the stranger and the woman turned her head to gaze at Caitlyn. Caitlyn smiled, hoping she didn’t look as freaked out as she suddenly felt, and the woman smiled in return before turning back to Owen and nodding.
He slid from the booth and took her hand, leading her across the floor. He stopped as the giggling streakers tried to use him as a human shield against the bouncer holding bra and panty sets in each outstretched hand. They circled him and then raced down the corridor that led to the partitioned rooms.
Owen placed a hand on the pink-hooded woman’s back and escorted her to the table. “C,” he said, nodding in Caitlyn’s direction. They weren’t supposed to use names, but an initial would make interactions less confusing. “This is M.”
“Hello,” Caitlyn said, feeling all sorts of awkward. She supposed the more often a person frequented one of these clubs, the more at ease they became. She wasn’t sure she’d come often enough to find that level of comfort.
“Hi. O says you’re curious too.”
Caitlyn looked to Owen for an explanation.
“Pink,” he said, pointing at the woman’s mask, “means she’s curious but not sure how far she’ll go. That’s why these horndogs haven’t approached her. She might say no.”
Caitlyn wished she’d known about the pink mask. She’d have asked for one herself even if it meant she didn’t have strangers feeling her up and kissing her without provocation.
“But I might say yes,” M said. “Can I sit down?”
“Of course.” Caitlyn scooted her chair slightly away from the free chair. She wasn’t sure if she was giving M or herself more personal space.
Owen sat on Caitlyn’s opposite side and took her hand before reaching for his drink.
Caitlyn examined M more closely. She appeared to be in her early twenties. Her long brown hair—obscured and flattened by the hood on her head—hung in a long mass to the middle of her back. She’d been close to Owen in height—nearing six foot—and had a slender athletic build, with small breasts and narrow hips.
“Would you lik
e a drink, M?” Owen asked as the two women gawked
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