Thrill Me (One Night with Sole Regret 9)

she was doing what he’d told her to do.

“You haven’t figured that out about me yet?” he asked, watching the gentle bounce of her breasts as she returned to him with the chocolate syrup in hand.

“We haven’t known each other for long,” she reminded him.

“I keep forgetting.”

He popped the top of the syrup and drizzled a thin line along her collarbone. He licked it with the same gentle caress he’d used when he’d collected the whipped cream from the same spot. Traces of sticky chocolate remained on her skin, so he licked more rigorously and then suckled and licked a little more.

“See the difference?” he murmured.

“N equals one,” she said.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers and found her watching him with interest. “Huh?”

“Your experiment has only one piece of data,” she said. “You’re going to need far more trials to prove your hypothesis.”

“What’s my hypothesis?”

“You tell me.”

Brainy chicks . . . always a challenge. And definitely worth the effort. “Licking chocolate syrup off your lover’s body brings more delight to them than licking off whipped cream.”

She nodded curtly. “Proceed with your experiment, Mr. Mitchell,” she said.

He grinned and shook his head at her serious tone. “Someone needs to get laid.”

“You can proceed with that as well,” she said.

He sprayed a dab of whipped cream on her nipple and licked it off with one gentle sweep of his tongue. She shuddered and leaned back against the counter for support. He squirted a small sample of chocolate on the same nipple before licking and sucking it clean again.

Switching to the other nipple, he started with chocolate and then once he had her skin clean and her body trembling, he finished with a dab of whipped cream.

“So?” he whispered. “What’s the verdict?”

“Am I allowed to like them both?” she asked.

“Do you like them both?”

She nodded.

“Absolutely not,” he teased, cupping her face and rubbing his thumb across her lips. “You’re only allowed to enjoy what I want you to enjoy.”

“And what would that be?”

“Everything I do to you.” He kissed her gently. “If something feels a little strange or uncomfortable, I ask that you give it a chance, but if you don’t like something, just tell me.”

She nodded. “I ask that you do the same.”

She took the bottle of syrup from him and squeezed a drip onto the center of his belly. She squatted in front of him and licked it off, slowly at first and then with more enthusiasm. Excitement stirred low in his gut and his cock began to rise. She’d failed to mention that this would be a reciprocal experiment. Not that he was complaining. His breath caught when she hooked her fingers in his shorts and tugged them off over his ass. She took the whipped cream from his hand—which was good, because he was liable to drop it in his distraction—and sprayed it on the head of his cock. The gentle slip of her tongue against his rapidly engorging flesh made his knees weak.

“Whipped cream wins that trial,” he said, “but I think you’re supposed to test both in the same location to make the experiment valid.”

“I didn’t realize you were so well versed in scientific experimentation,” she said, drizzling chocolate just inside his hip and along the ridge of the vee he hoped would point her tongue in the right direction. By the time she finished licking and sucking that bit of chocolate off, his fingers were tangled in her hair and his head was tipped back in complete abandon. Apparently she’d decided to take command of the experiment, but she wasn’t being very scientific about it as she again sprayed whipped cream on the tip of his cock and drove him insane with overly gentle, teasing licks.

His breath came out in an excited sputter. Caitlyn rose to her feet and handed him the bottle of chocolate syrup and the spray can of whipped cream.

“Your turn,” she said.

As much as he wanted to make a banana split out of her pussy, she still had her panties on, and he refused to take them off for her or force her to take them off. He was on a self-directed mission to get her to take them off without him having to tell her again. He pulled a stool toward them with one foot and turned her to face it. Setting their food experiment aside, he slid the paddle off the counter, watching her closely for her reaction. Her eyes darted to her fantasy list and then the paddle in his hand.

“Bend over, Caitlyn.”

She made a sound in the back of her throat, a sort of anxious moan, and he thought she would refuse his request. That was okay, because he wouldn’t force her to do anything. Not even the things she’d written on her list. But she bent over the stool and grabbed the sturdy legs with both hands. She was all sorts of tense when she gushed, “I’m ready.”

He moved to stand behind her and pressed the head of his cock into the heated flesh exposed to him. Unfortunately, his progress was stalled by the pair of panties he’d so thoughtfully—stupidly!—purchased for her. He rubbed a hand along the bare skin of her flank and then the covered part of her ass to remind her that she was still partially clothed. He took a step back and flicked his wrist to tap her ass with the paddle.

Her body tensed, and she cried out in surprise. But not pain. He hadn’t swatted her hard enough to cause pain.

“Again,” she said breathlessly.

He gave her one firm swat and then set the paddle on the countertop. He moved in close again, making sure she could feel how turned-on he was, and reached for their experimental props again. He dripped some chocolate onto her spine between her shoulder blades and then added a mound of whipped cream on top.

“This,” he said as he licked at the sweetness, “is what I’d be doing to your pussy.” He licked a little more rigorously. “And your asshole.” Her breath caught, and he sucked at the chocolate on her back. “If you knew how to obey.”

“I bent over the stool,” she protested.

He rubbed his cock up and down her seam the best he could with those damned panties holding him back.

“Take them off me,” she said, widening her stance. Opening herself to him. Driving him insane with his need to be inside her. “I won’t stop you.”

“I told you to take them off,” he reminded her, and with every shred of willpower he possessed, he took a step back.

She groaned in protest, but changed her tune when he reached for the paddle and smacked her ass twice, the sound muffled by fabric. He figured that would gain her cooperation, but she stood there, ass in the air, rocking her hips slightly as if trying to hypnotize him with thoughts of her flesh completely exposed to his fevered gaze.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. It would be so easy to reach over and peel her panties down her thighs, but this was a test of wills he planned to ace. Setting the paddle aside, he traced the entire length of Caitlyn’s spine with a single line of chocolate syrup. She shuddered when he added dots of whipped cream on either side of the chocolate. This time as he bent over her to sample the chocolate along her back, he rocked into her, pressing her wet panties into her opening with his distractingly hard cock. She surprised him by jerking her panties down her thighs. He surprised them both when he sank into her warmth unprotected.

“Oh God,” she groaned, surprising him further by pressing backward, driving him deeper.

He gritted his teeth together as pleasure completely encompassed him, trying to rob him of every fragment of logic he possessed. Yet the image of a very pregnant Lindsey brought him partially back to his senses.

“Cai-Cait-ly-lyn,” he said, gasping on every syllable. “I don’t have a condom on.”

“Is that why your piercing feels so fantastic?”

She rocked into him, encouraging him to thrust. His fingers dug into her hips as he gave in to what she wanted, what they both wanted—warm, slick softness holding him, grasping and tugging at him.

He needed to be deeper. Dee

per. His balls slapped against her, and she groaned, meeting him stroke for stroke as he pounded into her.

One terrifying thought of finding himself the father of not one but two illegitimate babies gave him the strength to pull out. He reached for the box of condoms, fingers fumbling with the packaging. He was ready to fulfill her being-spanked-while-getting-fucked agenda item, but he needed the proper protection first.