“When you have your partner at your mercy like this, take it slow,” Kelly instructed.

“Right,” Caitlyn said, as if Kelly were telling her how to sweep a floor or program her DVR.

“Tease him.”

Owen squirmed. Just them talking about it as if he wasn’t present was enough of a tease for him.

“Right. I like the look of his balls and c**k swinging freely. I’m glad we decided not to restrain them too. Do you have your c**k pierced?”

Kelly chuckled. “No.”

“God, I just want to rub those two little balls. Kiss them. Suck them in my mouth. What else would feel nice?”

“Licking,” Kelly said.

Oh God, stop talking and touch me or something. I can’t stand this for much longer.

“He doesn’t seem hard enough to me,” Kelly said. “Owen?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hard enough?”

He was about to split, he was so hard, but he shook his head slightly. “I could be harder.”

“I thought so. When you take his c**k in your hand,” Kelly said to Caitlyn, “don’t stroke him vigorously enough to make him come. Delay his orgasm until you’ve had enough. He doesn’t get to come until you say so.”

Owen groaned. He was going to have to have a serious talk with Kelly about having his back in these situations. The jerk was making this unbearable. Owen got the sinking sensation that Kelly was getting back at him for making his stint of abstinence as unbearable as possible.

A warm hand circled Owen’s cock, completely robbing him of rational thought. Instinctually, he rocked his hips forward, unable to curtail the urge to thrust. He couldn’t move more than a couple inches, but God, the woman had great hands. Owen shuddered in bliss. Her grip was firm, yet gentle. Just enough friction to drive him wild.

“See how loose my fist is?” Kelly said. “I’m barely skimming the surface.”

Owen’s breath stalled in his throat. That was Kelly’s hand stroking him with perfection? Oh God. Don’t let me come in his hand. Then he’ll know how turned on I am by him. Owen closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the palm lightly stroking his flesh. Every time Kelly’s hand skimmed over the jewelry in his piercing, his c**k jerked with excitement, his balls tightened, and his body strained toward him.

“I’m not sure I get your technique,” Caitlyn said. “I think I need further demonstration. Please, continue.” Owen could hear the amusement in her tone. And somewhere outside the room he could hear a stranger’s laughter and a woman’s startled cry. He was so glad they’d found a private room. Owen let his head drop forward. Most of his view was hindered by the pommel he was draped over, but he could see Kelly’s hand come into view each time he slowly stroked Owen’s length.

“Harder,” Owen whispered and then sucked his lips into his mouth so Kelly wouldn’t realize how incredibly turned on he was to have his hand on him. He knew Kelly wasn’t attracted to him. They had helped each other attain orgasm multiple times but unlike Owen, Kelly didn’t get overly excited and explode like a rocket when he came at Owen’s strokes. And they hadn’t touched each other in over six months. He was glad Caitlyn had asked for Kelly’s assistance in tying him down, but he was in no way prepared to explain why with every kinky act he participated in, the most exciting thing he ever experienced was an unenthusiastic hand job from his best friend.

“I think you can take it from here.” Kelly moved his hand away. Owen whimpered. “Have fun.”

And then he was gone. The door slammed behind him, which was a blessing and like a knife to Owen’s heart in the same beat.

“You okay?” Caitlyn asked.

“Never better,” he said breathlessly. Just let me get these emotions under control and everything will be fan-freaking-tastic.

“If you’ve changed your mind…”

“Nope,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to be f**ked up the ass by a sarcastic brunette.”

She laughed. “You’re adorable.”

“I get that a lot,” he said. “But only because people can’t read my thoughts.”

Her warm, soft lips brushed his bu**ocks, and he jerked. Kelly had heightened his sensitivity such that he was ready to toss Caitlyn on her back and sink into the soft, wet heat between her thighs. Unfortunately, he was completely immobilized, so he had no choice but to keep his senses.

Her hand found his cock, and she stroked him so gently he began to twitch, needing rougher stimulation, needing… Hell, he didn’t know. He needed something. He was missing something. He just didn’t know what it was.

She continued to stroke him while she trailed kisses over his ass. When her fingers brushed his hole, he swore under his breath. He wasn’t sure if he’d like being f**ked there, but he knew from past experience that he enjoyed the occasional finger inside. Her lips moved to his sac. She licked and suckled and kissed the loose flesh until he began to rock his hips to thrust into her hand as best he could. God, he was excited.

Caitlyn’s sexy little finger dipped into his ass, and he shuddered, almost blowing his load right then.

“Does that feel good?” she asked, her warm breath teasing the moistened skin of his balls.

“Yes,” he gasped.

“Do you want me to go deeper?”

“Please.”

Her finger slipped into him as far as it could go. He squeezed his eyes shut. She moved her finger in slow circles while she sucked his balls and stroked his shaft gently with her other hand. He was so consumed with pleasure, he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Her tongue traced the seam between his balls. Up, up toward the place where her finger penetrated him. Sensations streaked up his spine, drawing a moan from between his lips. Lord, the woman was going to kill him with pleasure.

“Do you want more?” she asked.

“Yes,” he gasped. “More.” More what, he had no idea. He just hoped she never stopped what she was doing.

Her finger slipped free of his body and something cool and wet dripped onto his hole. Two fingers slipped inside him. His eyes flew open and he tensed. A sound, half-gasp, half-moan, escaped him.

She trailed playful nips over his ass cheeks until he was distracted enough to relax. That’s when she began to thrust her fingers in and out. She pressed down against his prostate, and his mouth dropped open. Dear lord. Was he actually drooling? He pressed his lips together and swallowed.