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 like a drink, M?” Owen asked as the two women gawked at each other awkwardly.
“Something strong,” M said, a hint of humor in her tone.
“Have you been to one of these places before?” Caitlyn asked.
“This is my third time,” she said.
“Second time for me,” Caitlyn said.
“I haven’t done much more than watch,” M said.
Caitlyn couldn’t claim the same. She sipped her wine, intrigued by the woman in the pink hood. “Why’s that?”
“I’m curious, but, uh”—she glanced across the room—“afraid to explore my fantasies. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask for a red hood.”
“So you’re attracted to both men and women?” Caitlyn asked.
“I’m attracted to men, curious about women.”
“Me too!” Caitlyn said and then laughed at how totally unprovocative that sounded. Like they were choosing paint colors or something.
“Does your guy just want to watch?” M asked.
“I want him to make love to me while we are, erm, curious with each other.”
She glanced at Owen and found him smiling into his glass, completely content to allow Caitlyn to hash out plans with M.
“So I’ll get to watch you two together and participate with just you?” M asked.
“You can say no, M, but those are my terms.”
“Yes,” M said.
Caitlyn’s pussy gave an unexpected throb, and she turned to Owen. “Are you okay with this?”
He took her hand and slid it over the rock-hard cock in his boxers. “What do you think?”
“You feel okay with it, but you have to say it.”
“Yes, I’m more than okay with it,” Owen said. “I’ll go see if they have a room ready.”
“He’s cute,” M said as they watched him walk toward a reception counter near the hall that led to the back rooms.
“And sweet,” Caitlyn said, knowing she was grinning like an imbecile but unable to help it. “And sexy.”
“I sure wouldn’t bring him to a place like this if he were mine.” M took a swallow of her drink and choked. “I didn’t realize vodka came in ten thousand proof.”
“Why wouldn’t you bring him here? I trust him.”
“Maybe,” she said, “but do you trust me?”
Caitlyn studied the pretty young woman who was watching Owen like a hawk who’d spotted a tasty young rabbit.
“I don’t know you.”
“Exactly.”
Caitlyn slipped from her chair and hurried after Owen. “Let’s just go,” she said when she caught up to him.
“There’s less than a twenty-minute wait,” he said. “They’re cleaning a room now.”
“I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want to do this. Not with a stranger.”
“I was a stranger when we hooked up the first time.”
“But you’re not a stranger anymore.”
“Did M say something that set off alarm bells?”
Caitlyn tugged on his arm. “Please, can we just go?”
“I know her, okay? She’s cool. I promise.”
Caitlyn quit pulling on his arm to glower at him. “You know her?”
“Not outside the club; she’s a regular. She likes to pretend she’s innocent. It’s how she gets her kicks.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “So you were playing me for a fool.”
Owen shook his head. “Of course not. I was just trying to get you what you want.”
“I want to leave,” she said.
“You don’t want to fulfill your threesome fantasy?”
“I do,” she said, tracing the line between his gorgeous pecs as she tried to sort through her thoughts and feelings.
“So you want to leave because you don’t like M? You’re not attracted to her?”
“It’s not that. I don’t like the way she was looking at you.”
Owen smiled. “I can handle myself. She’s not a threat to either of us. It’s just casual sex.”
Which was what Caitlyn wanted—she thought. So why was she so jumpy and looking for any excuse to call this off?
“If you really want to leave—”
“I’m not sure.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” M said from behind Caitlyn.
Caitlyn spun around and felt incredibly exposed as M looked at her the same way she’d looked at Owen a few moments ago.
“Let’s start over,” M said, leaning in close to Caitlyn’s ear. “I want to be your fantasy, but just for tonight. I can pretend I don’t know what I’m doing if that turns you on, or I can show you what it’s like to be pleasured by a woman who knows her way around a pussy.”
“M,” Owen said, “you aren’t helping.”
But she was, actually. Because if M was onboard with fulfilling Caitlyn’s fantasies and nothing more, then Caitlyn was sure she could give this a try, but if M was interested in Owen or even pursuing Caitlyn beyond one encounter, she wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Caitlyn decided this was more her hang-up than M’s or Owen’s. She was the one who couldn’t fuck a guy in a sex club without taking him home. M and Owen had managed to avoid personal connections with past sexual partners—why did she worry this would be different?
“The room is ready,” the attendant said. “Did you still want it, or should I page the next guests?”
“We want it,” Owen said. And taking Caitlyn’s hand, he led her down the corridor with M following close behind.
Chapter Nine
As soon as the door shut, Caitlyn found herself in Owen’s arms. He kissed her deeply, stealing her reservations and igniting her body. The fingers that unhooked her bra weren’t his; his hands were holding her waist. The hands that slipped her bra straps from her shoulders and pulled the garment free weren’t his either. Caitlyn kissed him more desperately and reminded herself that this had been her idea, not his or M’s. She’d wanted this. Or she thought she had.
She shuddered as M’s hands covered her breasts and teased her nipples into hard points.
“You’re gorgeous, love,” M said, “but you never told me if you wanted me to play the saint or the sinner.”
Caitlyn pulled away from Owen’s kiss and stared up into his eyes. “I’m going to play the sinner,” she said and turned to face M.
M gasped when Caitlyn wrapped an arm around the back of her neck and pulled their mouths together for a deep kiss. Caitlyn allowed herself to get lost in the moment. No more thinking. No more worrying about the outcome. She focused on the present and how exciting it felt to be kissing a woman—who had a thrilling tongue technique as she returned Caitlyn’s kisses—while Owen rubbed his hardened cock against her ass.
Caitlyn made short work of M’s bra as she slowly backed her toward the small sterile-looking bed. There was no romance at all in this place, Caitlyn thought as the back of M’s legs bumped the mattress and she lowered to the bed, pulling Cai
tlyn with her. Caitlyn caught herself with her hands, breaking the kiss. She held M’s gaze for a moment—a stranger behind a mask—and wondered if she was actually going to do this. Before Owen, she’d never fucked anyone besides Charles. And now here she was, standing at the end of a bed between M’s legs, mouth watering with anticipation over exploring the taste of another woman. Caitlyn lowered her head to suck one of M’s pink nipples—smaller than her own and exotic somehow—while she eased M’s panties down her thighs. Once the tiny garment was tossed aside, M opened her thighs without a shred of inhibition or shyness. Her pretty folds were flushed with excitement and shiny with wetness.
Owen shifted away from Caitlyn’s backside to remove her panties and apparently his shorts since their next contact was the bare head of his cock seeking entrance into Caitlyn’s unquestionably excited body. She crawled onto the end of the bed and spread her knees so that Owen’s hips were perfectly aligned for fucking her. M scooted up the bed until her pussy was even with Caitlyn’s face, and Caitlyn didn’t need any additional encouragement to lower her head and lick M’s center.
M’s taste was a bit sweeter than what Caitlyn remembered of her own flavor. She swirled her tongue into M’s opening, her heart thundering in her chest. At M’s soft moan of encouragement, she pressed her tongue deeper. M’s scent grew musky with excitement and completely intoxicated Caitlyn. When M’s hand tangled in Caitlyn’s hair and tugged her up toward her clit, Caitlyn smiled softly and followed her lead. As soon as Caitlyn’s tongue brushed the swollen clit, M’s thighs quivered and she cried out.
Caitlyn’s breath caught when Owen slid into her, shattering her concentration. She panted through several toe-curling thrusts before latching on to M’s clit, Owen’s steady strokes inciting her boldness. M’s moans of pleasure fueled Caitlyn’s desire to please her, to bring her to orgasm with licks and kisses and gentle suction.
“She’s so sweet,” M’s whispered.
Sweet? Though this was new to her, Caitlyn had been going for skilled.
Finding her courage, Caitlyn slid two fingers into M’s silky pussy, curling her fingertips upward and hunting for the spot inside her that would make her hips buckle. When she found it, she rubbed until M’s pussy tightened, and then she held her hand still while she sucked and licked at M’s clit. M’s thighs began to tremble and she drew her knees up, toes curling into the sheets, back arching off the mattress. Caitlyn gentled her sucking kisses and used her fingers to rub at M’s front inner wall again.
“Fuck, woman!” M cried. “Are you trying to give me a vag O or a clit O?”
Both, Caitlyn thought with a smirk, waiting until M was almost coming before switching her attention back to her clit, and then when she almost reached her peak, returning to finger-fucking her.
“I’m adding that to my skill set,” Owen said. He was so busy paying attention to what Caitlyn was doing to M that he was scarcely moving, but Caitlyn didn’t mind. She’d be getting her fill of both of them soon enough.
As M’s excitement peaked, she squeezed her breasts and rocked against Caitlyn’s fingers. “Yeah,” she said, “yeah, make me come. Oh!”
She shook violently as she let go. Caitlyn rotated her hand, stretching M’s pussy wide as her inner muscles tightened around her fingers. Caitlyn smiled before latching onto M’s clit with a tight suction to draw her even higher. M’s second orgasm had her thrashing against the bed.
M collapsed with a satisfied moan, her sweat-dampened body going limp. Caitlyn licked at her center, finding M’s freely flowing fluids had a more metallic taste now.
“Don’t be selfish, M,” Owen said. “C wants to know a woman’s mouth on her as well.”
“Ah,” M said, “she’s good. Give me a moment to catch my breath.”
Caitlyn lifted her head, concentrating now on the slow deep thrusts of Owen’s cock. She closed her eyes and rocked back to meet him, the friction and fullness building her pleasure. She groaned when he pulled out, and she opened her eyes. M had turned so her head was at the foot of the mattress and her feet were resting against the bars of the headboard.
“Come, love,” she said. “Put your pussy in my mouth.”
Caitlyn looked to Owen, who smiled at her in encouragement. She was surprised by how easy it was to have sex with him and another woman. There was no animosity in him, nor any judgment. He was excited and encouraging. She’d found the perfect man to help her explore her previously repressed sexuality. He even helped her find a good position on M’s face. The woman ate pussy with total abandon and after sending Caitlyn flying in less than a minute, she tore her mouth away and said, “You could reciprocate, love.”
Caitlyn looked down at M’s shaven mound, wondering if she’d be able to reach for a proper sixty-nine. M was half a foot taller than she was, but as she bent forward and licked at the cleft that housed M’s clit, Caitlyn decided she could please her without touching her vagina at all. The shift in position moved M’s mouth to Caitlyn’s clit as well. Caitlyn was really getting into her task and enjoying M’s tight suction and rapid tongue flicks, when the mattress sagged between Caitlyn’s legs.
“I hope you’re okay with balls in your face,” Owen said.
M murmured what sounded like agreement, and Caitlyn gasped as the head of his cock pressed into her. He had to take her shallow—their positions wouldn’t allow for the deep penetration she craved—but it felt so good to be sucked and fucked at the same time, Caitlyn completely lost herself to soaring bliss. She tried to remember to give M a taste of the pleasure she was enjoying, but mostly she just panted against the pussy in her face.
Owen grabbed her hips and pulled her off M’s tight suction, which sent Caitlyn spiraling out of control. He pounded into her hard and deep as she cried out in ecstasy before he let go inside her. Owen’s mouth tickled her shoulder as he rubbed his lips against her flushed skin.
“Now I need a man,” M said, sitting up on the edge of the bed and rubbing her pussy with one hand, her fingers plunging deep into her body.
Breathless, Caitlyn said, “You can’t have mine. Sorry.”
Owen kissed her shoulder and neck as if he appreciated her words. She figured most men would want to bang both women involved in a threesome, but he really did seem to be satisfied with just her. The man was absolutely amazing, the perfect sex partner. She had to do something to thank him for his open-mindedness and understanding.
M hopped off the bed and reached for her panties, sliding them up her long legs. Caitlyn suddenly had a hard time looking at her. She still wasn’t accustomed to sex for the sake of sex. Shouldn’t they exchange gifts or at least thanks? She tried to look at Owen, but he was glued to her back, his softening cock still buried inside her, one arm securely around her waist, his free hand gently massaging her breasts. It was as if he didn’t even realize M was still in the room.
“Thanks for the Os,” M said. “You two are the hottest couple I’ve ever been with.” She kissed Caitlyn on the mouth and Owen on the cheek. “I’m going to go find a big thick stiffy to ride. I’ve got a deep, deep itch that needs scratching.”
And just like that, she was gone.
“Um,” Caitlyn said. “Is that really all there is to this?”
“Usually,” Owen murmured. “That’s exactly what I’m used to at these places. You’re the odd one here.”
“Odd?”
She tried to struggle out of his grasp, but he held her tight. “Why do you think I wanted to make you mine?”
What?
“You’re the perfect mix of nice girl I want to take home to my mother and sex club vixen who’s up for anything in the bedroom.”
Meet his mother? Surely he was joking.
“Owen, I don’t want this to get serious, remember?”
“Of course I remember.” He released her and went to the small sink in the corner to wash his cock. “So are we going to fulfill your other threesome fantasy tonight, or would you rather go someplace fun?”
“More fun
than a sex club?”
“You don’t really like these places, do you?”
She shrugged. “They provide opportunities I’d struggle to find elsewhere.” Where else could she discover she enjoyed eating pussy without it feeling incredibly awkward?
He laughed. “I love the way you talk,” he said. “So refined even when you’re talking about hooking up with strangers.”
She tried another approach. “I ate pussy tonight.”
“And you liked it.”
She grinned. She couldn’t deny the truth; the experience had far surpassed her expectations. “I loved it.” And she’d probably want to try it again someday, as long as it didn’t come with the strings of an actual relationship. “I especially liked when you participated.”
“What can I say?” His devilish grin was completely disarming. “I’m a team player.”
Chapter Ten
“So what do you want to do now?” Owen asked as they left the anonymous-sex room. “Are there other fantasies you want to try tonight?”
Caitlyn squeezed his hand and smiled. “I’d like to savor that one before moving on to the next. You’ve been beyond wonderful to me.”
Owen snorted. Because watching two hot chicks get it on while you fucked one of them was such a heavy load to bear.
“I’d rather know what you’d like to do now,” she said. “You should have your needs met as well.”
“My needs have been more than met,” he said. Well, his sexual needs had. But unlike Caitlyn, he’d like to enjoy more than sex during their time together. Maybe she’d be open to going out in public with him without having to disguise themselves with masks and refer to each other by initials—like an actual date or something.
“Do you want to go back to my place?” she asked. “We can cozy up on the sofa and relax.”
In other words, not be seen together in public.
“I was thinking we could go out to dinner.”
The farther they walked down the corridor, the louder the club music got, so she had to shout. “I’d rather stay in for pizza.”
It seemed she really didn’t want to go out with him, but he wasn’t ready to give up yet. “Are there any good shows playing at the theater?” he asked, remembering that she’d said she liked musicals and her ex-husband never took her. Owen’s goal was to be the opposite of that dolt.
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