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.”