Thrill Me

  She waited anxiously for his response. And waited. And waited some more. Was he already tired of their little game?

  Owen?

  Shh. I’m trying to come.

  Caitlyn wasn’t sure why the thought of him touching himself had her beside herself with lust. A video appeared in their message thread. Before she pushed the little play arrow in the center, she could make out a very familiar thick cock wrapped in a tight fist. As she watched the short clip, the sight of him stroking his length was distracting, but his whispers to her had her wishing she could teleport through her phone and give him a hand—or a mouth—with that enormous hard-on.

  “Caitlyn,” he whispered so quietly, she could barely hear his words over the sounds of flesh stroking lubed-up flesh. “I can’t stop thinking of you. Of the way you let me fuck your throat. How you looked up at me with your mouth stretched around me and my balls against your chin.”

  Shocked by what he was saying, by what he was doing, she slapped her phone face down on the table.

  “Oh my God,” she said aloud. What a dirty mouth he had on him. Did he actually think something like that would turn her on? Because she was currently on fire. She fanned her flushed face with one hand while using the other to turn her phone back over. She slid the video back to the beginning so she could watch and listen again.

  “Caitlyn,” he whispered to her again, his strong tanned fingers sliding up the length of his slippery-looking cock. “I can’t stop thinking—”

  Her phone rang, startling her so completely that the phone slid halfway across the table. She scrambled after it and scowled down at the name displayed on her caller ID. Why the fuck was Charles calling her after midnight? Why the fuck was he calling her at all? She didn’t want to talk to her ex-husband, so she sent his call to voicemail and returned to Owen’s string of messages to see if he’d sent anything else.

  Do you want the money shot?

  All over my tits, she typed back, feeling particularly brazen after being called out of the blue by her cheating ex-husband.

  I can’t reach them from here.

  Then you’d better not come. Not until you see me.

  Tomorrow?

  Sunday. Don’t come until then.

  So cruel. My balls are going to ache so bad for you.

  Good, she typed, not sure why making him wait made her feel more empowered than when she stood at the head of a board meeting. Until Sunday then.

  Was she really going to be that woman, the one who teased a man to the extent of his patience? She was, she decided with a grin. Though she’d make sure the wait was worth his while. And hers.

  If I can’t come until then, neither can you, he texted her.

  She didn’t answer, deciding it was better to keep him guessing. And as aroused as watching his too short video made her, she didn’t want to come without him. She wanted her desperate need to claw at her insides until she saw him again. That way she wouldn’t be able to talk herself out of doing exactly what her body wanted when her head was telling her to run the other way.

  ~~~

  Instead of returning to San Antonio to visit her friend Jenna on Thursday, Caitlyn decided to go to work. She figured it would keep her mind off Owen while he performed his concert in Beaumont that night and in New Orleans on Friday. At least she figured that until the gifts began to arrive. A little after nine, a huge bouquet of flowers was delivered. The card read: Be kind and rewind. Owen

  What kind of message was that? She didn’t get it, so she texted him. Thanks for the flowers. They’re gorgeous. But I’m too dense to figure out your message.

  She set aside her phone and went back to researching the current methods of converting water into hydrogen fuel, hoping to spark some new idea. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before her phone rang. It was Owen. Her palms went instantly damp, and she took a deep breath before answering.

  “Hello?” Was that breathy, sexy sound really her voice?

  “It means you should rewind and watch that video I sent you again.” And could that deep, raspy voice of his be any sexier?

  It took her a moment to realize he was talking about the card he’d sent with the flowers. She felt like an idiot for not figuring out his cryptic message on her own.

  “Oh. But I’m at work.” Even though she was supposed to be on vacation. Working was a habit she just couldn’t seem to break.

  “Afraid seeing me stroke my dick will make your panties all wet?”

  She laughed. “Yes, actually.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. Watch it again.”

  “Okay. But not because you told me to, but because I want to.”

  “You’ve been a bad girl, Caitlyn. I want you to think about what you did.”

  She scowled. Why did he think she was bad? “What did I do?”

  “Do you have any idea how much my balls hurt after I had to get that hard-on under control without coming?”

  Her breath caught, and she covered the throbbing pulse in her throat with her fingertips. “You obeyed my instructions?” Wow. This was a lot more fun than she’d anticipated. Long distance naughtiness played havoc on her nerve endings.

  “I’m assuming you’re going to make it up to me.”

  She grinned. “Not until Sunday.” She hung up before he could respond. She found his video on her phone and watched it from the beginning.

  The sound of her name being whispered by his deep gruff voice in the dark while the light from his camera illuminated his hand and cock made her thighs tremble. She decided she should be extra kind and rewind it twice more before she set her phone aside again. Her panties were indeed uncomfortably damp now, and despite what Owen had said, he didn’t have her covered. She had to take a trip to the ladies room to do something about the hot, achy flesh between her legs. She considered sending him a video of the state she was in, but wasn’t feeling quite that bold—not when she could hear a couple of her employees talking in the lab down the hallway. When she returned to her desk, she found a small shiny black box from some lingerie store across town. So that was what he’d meant by having her wet panties covered? He was sending her sexy lingerie at work—how inappropriate. And fun. She untied the red satin ribbon and lifted the lid. When she pulled out a pair of yellow panties with a chicken embroidered on the front, she burst into delighted laughter. Beneath the chicken, Caitlyn’s Sinday Panties had been embroidered in black thread.

  She reached for her phone again, trying to remember why she was supposed to be mad at him. Oh yeah, he’d knocked up some groupie six months ago. But his past didn’t really matter to her. After knowing her less than two days, Owen understood her in a way that Charles had never figured out after twelve years of marriage.

  She didn’t bother texting this time, but called him directly. She was disappointed when he didn’t answer but slightly appeased when she found he’d recorded a personal message for his voicemail greeting, so at least she could hear his voice.

  “Sorry I missed your call. I’m either rocking on stage or rolling in the hay. Leave a message, and I’ll call you after I catch my breath.”

  He’d better be rocking and not rolling, she thought as a loud beep told her she could begin recording her message. “It’s Caitlyn. I got the um . . . sexy lingerie you sent me. Am I supposed to wear them when I see you on Sunday? They specifically say Sinday. Just making sure you know how to spell the days of the week. Lo— Bye.” She hurriedly hung up the phone, glad she’d caught herself before she’d ended with her usual sign off of love you. She wasn’t sure which of them would have been more disturbed by that slip.

  Still smiling, she carefully tucked the thoughtful gift back into the box and secured the lid. She was staring wistfully into space when the chocolates arrived. She decided to wait until he called her back to thank him for those and tried to think of a gift she could get for him. He liked music—obviously—but she would undoubtedly screw up anything she attempted to get him in that arena. He liked pastrami sandwic
hes, dancing in diners, his friend Kellen, and sex clubs. Sex. He really liked sex. She definitely needed to get to know him better. While the flowers and chocolates were nice, she could tell he put some thought into the panties. She’d been embarrassed that for whatever stupid reason she’d worn a pair of sheep panties that first night he’d gotten into them. And when she’d had the opportunity to change into a new pair, she’d gone for the ones that had a cow on the front, since he’d gotten such a kick out of her sheep underwear. The chicken continued her barnyard theme, but it also reminded her that he’d made her do the Chicken Dance at a diner in the middle of the night. And she’d had a blast. So any gift she got him in return had to be just as personal to him as those custom embroidered chicken panties were to her.

  Was it too soon in their relationship for him to have a matching pair of boxers?

  Wait. Did she just think of this little tryst as a relationship? Wrong thinking, Caitlyn.

  She was just going to have to thank him with sex. Lots of mind-blowing, load-blowing sex. But she was going to put some thought into how to get him off. And she’d start by doing a little research to educate herself. She wasn’t a particularly spontaneous person. At her core, she’d always been a planner. Would he think it odd that she went online to look up sex acts and started a list?

  Probably.

  So she’d just keep her sexual fantasy list to herself. No one had to know about it but her.

  She was watching a video showing a threesome between two women and a man when her phone rang. Her heart thudded as if she’d been doing something wrong. Hell, she was the boss and supposed to be on vacation; she could watch porn on her phone in her office if she felt like it. She scribbled threesome with another woman on her fantasy list before taking Owen’s call.

  “So you liked the panties?” he asked when she answered.

  “Very sweet. Very thoughtful. The chocolates arrived as well. Thanks for thinking of me.”

  “It’s what I’ve been doing all day.”

  She was having a hard time thinking at all. Her brain was still trying to wrap itself around eating another woman’s pussy. She’d never thought about doing something like that until she wrote threesome on her list, but she wanted to try it now. Mostly to see if she was better at eating out a woman than her ex-husband had been. Charles couldn’t find her clit with a map and a flashlight and her literally putting his fingers on it, so she’d had to figure out how to give herself orgasms. Owen had been incredibly skilled at oral stimulation—no problem locating her clit at all—but how would she fare? She knew how the female body worked better than any man could, so she’d probably be pretty good at pleasuring another woman. With her fingers. Her mouth. Her tongue.

  “. . . ready or not.”

  “I’m sorry,” Caitlyn said, so distracted by her thoughts that she’d missed most of what he’d been saying. “Can you repeat that? I think we have a bad connection.”

  “I said, having Lindsey around is a pain in the ass. Everyone is worried that they’re about to become a father, ready or not.”

  “So is she staying on tour with you guys until she gives birth?”

  “No. I’m dropping her off at a hotel near my house in Austin after tomorrow night’s show. I have the whole weekend off to get her settled.”

  Caitlyn touched the box on her desk to remind herself that he was thinking about her. He liked her even with Lindsey underfoot. Even if he seemed to be fixated on the girl, he’d still found time to send her gifts. “Why you? Why near your house? Why aren’t any of the other guys taking responsibility for her?”

  “Because.”

  Because? “Owen, is there something you aren’t telling me?”

  “I’m just being nice to her. What’s the big deal?”

  The big deal was that he had a very pregnant complication in his life. One that had showed up just after Caitlyn had decided she wanted to pursue Owen. Lindsey’s pregnancy wouldn’t stop Caitlyn from giving this thing—whatever their time together ended up being—with Owen a shot. She’d just have to keep her heart out of it. She was still getting over her ex-husband and couldn’t let this guy get under her skin. If that baby was his—and the night before Lindsey had seemed entirely convinced it was—then he came with a whole slew of problems Caitlyn wasn’t ready to deal with. She had been looking forward to a sweet and easy romance with a sweet and easy guy. And then bam, out of nowhere, a pregnant groupie shows up.

  “It’s fine,” Caitlyn said. She could make this work; she just needed a different focus. Love was out, but lust? Lust she could do. “Are you still planning on seeing me this weekend?”

  “Definitely. I just need to ditch Lindsey, and I’m yours.”

  “Are you taking me to another sex club?”

  “Is that what you want to do?”

  “Maybe,” she said. “Will we be able to find a woman there willing to join us? In bed, I mean.”

  He coughed, and she smiled. He hadn’t been expecting her to go there, she assumed. He probably thought she was being spontaneous and sexy, when in truth she was approaching her sexual awakening rather scientifically.

  “Like a threesome?”

  “Exactly like a threesome.”

  “Are you sure—” He coughed again. “Uh, I mean, yeah. I’m sure we could find a woman to hook up with us. What kind of chick are you into?”

  “I’m not sure. I’ve never been with another woman before.”

  “But you want to be with one now?”

  “Only if you’re there to guide me.”

  “I’m so there,” he said.

  This was fun, she decided. She felt like she could tell him all her dirty fantasies and not only would he listen, but he’d help make them a reality.

  “What about a threesome with another man?” she asked, jotting it down on her list. She’d watch some videos later to see if she was truly interested in something like that. “Can we try that too?”

  “Yeah, um . . . Well, that might prove a little more difficult.”

  “Am I making you uncomfortable?” She wasn’t sure why she found it so easy to request such things. Maybe it was because she was in her element here at the office. Or maybe it was because they were talking on the phone and she didn’t have to look him in the eye when she asked. Or maybe it was because she’d written a list like she was shopping for groceries.

  “No,” Owen said. “I just didn’t realize you were so kinky.”

  “I don’t know if I’m kinky or not. I’ve never explored my kink except for the few things I tried with you. But you’re kinky, right?”

  He laughed softly. “I guess you could call me that.”

  “I want you to help me find my kink, Owen. Thrill me. Do you think you can do that?”

  “I’m sure I can.”

  “Great. I look forward to it.” She rolled her eyes at how impersonal that sounded. Like they were discussing wine tasting or something.

  “So should I come to your house when I return to Texas for the weekend, or do you want to meet me in Austin? Or . . . I’ll go anywhere you want to go, Caitlyn. Take you anywhere you want to be.”

  She contemplated her options. If he met her at her house, she could be prepared to offer him a gift to repay him for his thoughtfulness. Something sexy and well planned. Something out of her usual comfort zone.

  “Didn’t you mention there was a sex club in Houston?” she asked.

  “Several, actually. Houston’s a big city with eclectic tastes.”

  She supposed that shouldn’t surprise her, but as a local who didn’t know of such things, she had to wonder what she’d been missing out on by getting married before she’d had a chance to explore her sexuality.

  “Why don’t you come to my house after you ditch Lindsey and we can discuss if we want to go to the club Sunday night.”

  “Sinday,” he corrected, and she could picture the devilish gleam in his gorgeous blue eyes.

  “Whatever we decide to do, we can spend the entire weekend at my p
lace.”

  “Saturday too?”

  It was breaking her plan to keep him hanging for three days, but if he was hanging, then she had to hang too. “Yes, Saturday too.”

  “Awesome. So you’re going to tell me where you live?”

  She chuckled. “Well, I was. Should I be worried? Are you a crazy stalker type or something?”

  “Just a little crazy.”

  “Just the right amount of crazy,” she said.

  “But not dangerous.”

  “Just the right amount of dangerous,” she said.

  He groaned. “I’m going to have to get off the phone now.”

  “Sorry to keep you. I know you’re busy.”

  “It isn’t that. The sound of your voice and making plans with you . . . Knowing I get to see you a day earlier . . . Fuck, Caitlyn, you turn me on. I’m not sure I can handle another set of blue balls.”

  “You can,” she said in her most authoritative voice. “And will.”

  He chuckled. “I love it when you talk bossy to me.”