One Night with Sole Regret 01 Try Me (10 page)

He released the chain from his grip, allowing it to
rest between her breasts. He stretched out the final chain, which
was attached to the middle of the one connected to her nipples, so
that it lay down the center of her belly.

“Hold really still, baby. I’ve got to get this just
right.”

His head disappeared between her thighs. His mouth
found her clit and began to suck until there was no way even a
tranquilizer would keep her still. Her hips bucked involuntarily
against his face. He lifted his head and pressed something over her
clit. It tightened, gripping her excited flesh. She squeezed her
eyes shut, the erotic look of him working between her thighs more
than she could endure. He adjusted his contraption until it was
held in place. It pulled a bit, as if the only thing keeping it
attached was suction. Gabe then used his finger to move it around.
Oh fuck, what was he trying to do to her? Drive her insane? Melanie
bit her lip to keep from screaming in blissful torment.

“Does it have a good seal?” he asked. “I don’t want
it to hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” she assured him breathlessly.

He shifted over her to kiss her sweat-moistened
belly worshipfully, tracing the chain resting against her stomach
with his nose.

“When I first saw your belly chain, I immediately
thought of how this invention would look against your skin. I knew
you’d do it justice. I’ll get the vibration going in a minute.”

“Vibration?” Holy Hell, he
was
trying to
drive her insane.

He grabbed the chain that was resting against her
belly and gave it a firm tug. It pulled on both nipples and her
clit simultaneously. Her breath caught as ripples of ecstasy
radiated through her pussy in teasing spasms.

“I think it’ll hold. Wait for me, baby. I have to
get myself ready now.”

Get himself ready? She had no idea what he meant. He
reached for the second, smaller package but hid its contents from
view. He offered her a crooked grin and her heart rate kicked up
another notch, ready for whatever else he had in store for her.
“Hurry, Gabe,” she whispered. “Please.”

He climbed from the bed and pulled his shirt off
over his head. She drank in the sight of his well-formed muscles
contracting beneath his skin as he unfastened his jeans and removed
the rest of his clothes. Her hand trailed to her belly to toy with
the chain. If she pulled it just a bit, the pleasure intensified,
making her breasts ache and muscles deep inside twitch
uncontrollably. She couldn’t imagine how amazing Gabe’s invention
would feel if it actually vibrated.

Admiring the ink on Gabe’s hip, which now aroused
her instead of frightening her, she watched him wrap a thin leather
cuff around the base of his cock and snap it in place. He stroked
himself until his cock was thick and erect. She longed to trace the
torturous veins beneath its smooth skin with her tongue. To feel
the swollen head rubbing against her inner walls and his tight
balls bumping against her twitching ass as he fucked her deep. Deep
and hard. She wanted dig her nails into his back, her heels into
his ass, and take it as good as he was willing to give it. She
groaned at her own thoughts, praying he hurried. She couldn’t wait
much longer. She feared she’d implode if he didn’t fill her
soon.

The raspy hitch of his breathing as he stroked
himself had her dripping wet in an instant. She rhythmically tugged
the chain in time with his hand as he rubbed his length. God,
watching him make himself hard for her was such a turn-on.
Everything. Everything about him was a turn-on.

He applied a condom and then attached a slender rod
to the top of his modified leather cock ring. The attachment was
several inches long, had a small knob on the end, and ran parallel
to and a few inches above his cock. The small attachment appeared
to be made of highly polished wood. She couldn’t begin to guess
what the hell it was for. Did it interact with the contraption on
her clit? While she let her imagination run wild, Gabe crawled up
on the end of the bed with something hidden in his hand that he
wouldn’t let her see. His intense gaze sent a trickle of
apprehension down her spine. She’d never seen him look so serious.
So determined.

He rolled her onto her belly and then lifted her up
onto her knees. Before she could let him know that doggy style was
not her favorite position, he entered her several inches.

She whimpered.

“I just need to adjust this, baby. Hold still for
me.”

She felt the rod he’d attached to his cock ring
press against her ass, and then something cold squirted against
that bit of virginal territory. With the exception of his finger
the night before, she’d never had anything in her back door. He
rubbed the slippery substance over her tense opening, using his
fingers to work it inside. Lube. If he rammed his enormous cock in
her ass, it would probably kill her.

“Wait,” she gasped.

He shifted forward, and the ball at the end of the
slender rod popped into her ass while his cock pressed deeper into
her pussy.

“Gabe, wait, I . . . ”

“Does it hurt?”

No, actually it felt fucking amazing. But she didn’t
like things in her ass. At least that’s what she’d anticipated. She
wasn’t exactly an expert at anal play.

“Melanie?”

“I’m not sure,” she admitted, rubbing her hot face
against the covers. She concentrated on what she was feeling back
there. The rod was so slender and his cock was so thick, she
couldn’t feel much of anything inside her ass at all. It felt cool
and wet, but she felt no pressure inside. “I can’t really feel it
much now.”

He pulled back and the knob at the end of his
attachment popped out of her ass. She cried out in bliss.

“Did you feel
that
?” She could hear the smile
in his voice.

“Y-yes.”

“And did it feel good or did it hurt?”

“Good.” It was the longest sentence she could
manage.

“Okay, I’m going to turn on the vibration now. Are
you ready?”

“Good.” She rocked backward, seeking double
penetration again. “Feels good.”

He reached around her body and pressed something
between her legs. The device attached to her clit hummed to life.
Her entire body went taut, and she moaned.

“My goal is to make you scream my name. Give me what
I want, but make me work for it.”

He leaned against her back and reached under her,
gathering the chain that was dangling from her belly into one fist.
The pull tugged on her nipples and clit with just enough pressure
to send jolts of pleasure through her breasts and womb, yet it put
a stop to the vibration against her clit. Gabe then loosened his
grip, which eased the pull on her sensitized flesh but buzzed her
clit again. He alternated between pulling the chain and allowing it
to loosen—between tug and vibration—over and over again. It brought
her to orgasm in seconds. Before she recovered, he began to pump
his hips, filling her clenching pussy with thick cock and popping
that little knob in and out of her ass until tears were streaming
from both eyes and she was begging for mercy. He tugged the chain
with each thrust, pleasuring so many parts of her at the same time
that her body was lost to sensation and ecstasy.

God, she was coming hard, so hard, and she couldn’t
stop.

“Gabe,” she cried. “Gabe! Gabe! Too much. Please.”
And then she really was screaming his name. Loud and repeatedly.
The only other word she could manage to scream was “fuck”.

When her voice grew hoarse and eventually failed
her, she comprehended he was chuckling at her insanity. “You need
to practice some orgasm delaying techniques, Mel,” he said. At
least that’s what she thought he said. Her ears were still ringing
with her own screams. She fought to catch her breath, whimpering
now, still consumed with pleasure, but too drained to scream
anymore.

He reached between her legs to shut off the vibrator
and allowed the chain to sway beneath her with each of his powerful
thrusts. He pounded against her cervix with each plunge inward and
popped that maddening device out of her clenching ass with each
outward stroke. She couldn’t decide which motion gave her more
pleasure.

She clung to the sheets beneath her face and closed
her eyes, her entire body quivering. His concentration absolute, he
didn’t seem close to finding his own release at all. Apparently,
that cock ring of his assisted him with orgasm delay. She moaned as
her pleasure began to rebuild. It felt so good.
He
felt so
good. Filling her. Pressing deep. She rocked against him,
encouraging his steady strokes.

And as if his powerful thrusts weren’t enough, that
little knob popping in and out of her slickened ass was driving her
insane. He rested one hand on her ass to make sure it plunged into
her at just the right angle. It teased her. Made her crave
something larger inside there. Something thicker. Deeper. Made her
think maybe she’d like him to fuck her there, too. Ram his huge,
thick cock in her ass. Would it hurt? Would she be able to take it?
Just thinking about it made her pussy tighten and her ass strain
for increased stimulation. Soon she was coming again and screaming
his name even louder. When the quaking of her body began to subside
and only the occasional aftershock of pleasure pulsed through it,
she lifted her face from the covers.

“Please, Gabe. I can’t take anymore.”

“Shh, baby. Almost. I’ll try to hurry for you.”

His fingers dug into her hips, and he fucked her
harder. Harder. She rocked back to meet his thrusts, because
despite what she said, she wanted more. More Gabe. More. More.

“More,” she sputtered, rubbing her sweaty face over
the mattress. “Oh yes, please more.”

“That’s it. Take all the pleasure I give you, baby.
Take it.”

He fisted his hand around the chain, yanking hard on
her nipples and clit. Fuck. It hurt so good after all the pleasure
he’d given her.

“Spank me,” she pleaded.

He landed one hard smack on the cheek of her ass and
sent her flying over the edge again. She clung to the bedclothes
and let the pleasure wash over her. She didn’t know if his name was
echoing in her mind or if she was still screaming it aloud. One
thing was for sure, she was unequivocally lost in the man and never
wanted to be found again.

Chapter 10

Watching Melanie get off so hard excited Gabe almost
as much as the feel of her pussy clenching around his plunging
cock. He couldn’t believe she was coming again. He’d heard of
multi-orgasmic women—he’d even fucked a few—but this was
ridiculous. Of course, it was his devices that had her so
overwhelmed with pleasure that her body was drenched in sweat, her
words had become incoherent, and she was drooling all over the
bed.

He had honestly thought his perversion would turn
her away. What kind of guy thought about how to make a woman come
so much and so hard that he not only imagined devices to get the
job done, but designed and made them? He’d expected her to head for
the hills in terror when he’d told her about his unusual hobby. He
was sure most women would have freaked the fuck out. It was
probably why he’d told her in the first place. His way of driving
her away. But Hell, if she was okay with it, he was more than eager
to share it with her.

Seeing her mingling with the band had scared the
ever-loving shit out of him. It had made her real. Not just some
nice girl he could remember fondly while whiling away the long
lonely hours on the tour bus. Not some girl he’d spent one night
with, hoping for more. She wasn’t some fantasy in his overactive
imagination; she was real. And not just to him, but to
everyone.

And
 . . . Not only had
she not called him a freak for inventing sex toys, she seemed to be
perfectly okay with his hobby. She’d not only screamed his name,
she’d screamed in pure, bone-deep pleasure. And when the pleasure
became too much, he’d showed her how a little pain made it even
better and she’d fucking liked it so much she’d erupted with
another orgasm. She was perfect. He wanted to use every prototype
in his collection on her. Wanted her trembling with pleasure again
and again and again. Wanted to fuck her every which way he’d ever
imagined.

He had to get her to visit him in Austin.

Gabe cringed as he unsnapped the leather band at the
base of his cock. It would take him an hour to come with that strap
squeezing his dick closed at the base, and she really did seem to
be at her limit. She shuddered as he tugged the knob free of her
ass for the last time and set the gadget aside.

“Love that thing,” she whispered, her voice raw.

“I’ll use it again next time,” he promised. “I have
them in all different shapes and sizes. We’ll figure out which one
feels the best.”

“Next time . . . I hope there
are many, many next times.”

He pulled out and encouraged her to roll onto her
back. He wasn’t sure why, but he wanted to look into her eyes as he
came. And he didn’t want any of his devices in the way. It had to
be all him this time. He carefully removed the clips from each
reddened nipple. Her body went limp beneath him.

“Are you finished?” she asked, her words slurred, as
if she’d had too much to drink.

He shook his head. “I haven’t come yet. I need to
take the suction off your clit now. It will probably bruise.”

“Worth it.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Totally fucking
worth it.”

He grinned. “You liked it?”

She made a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan.
“Where did you get it?”

“I told you; I made it.”

“Fucking genius. You need to patent it. And that ass
teaser too. Dear lord, it tugs just right. Makes me want you to
fuck me in the ass.”

He grinned. “And you were so hesitant at the
beginning. I knew you’d like it.”