Curious Read Online R.G. Alexander (The Finn Factor #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Finn Factor Series by R.G. Alexander
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
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“We can’t. This isn’t the time or… Owen. It’s not a good idea.”

Owen responded by kissing him, tangling their tongues in a way that had Jeremy melting back against the wall. He’d known he loved it, but he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it, needed it until now. His lips. His kiss.

“Did it scare you?”

“No,” Jeremy gasped. “Yes… Damn it, I can’t think when you’re kissing me.”

“Don’t think. Just feel,” Owen said between biting kisses. “If you won’t talk to me, won’t let down your guard any other way, I’ll take what I can get. You can’t leave me like this for days, Jeremy. Tell me I’m not alone in feeling this way. Say you want me again.”

“You know I do, damn it.”

“I know it,” Owen agreed. “You seem to be the one trying to forget.”

Jeremy’s heart was pounding and his cock was painfully hard. Seeing Owen like this, so hungry and aggressive, was robbing him of his will to resist.

Owen unzipped his own pants impatiently, dragging Jeremy’s hand back against his stomach and groaning when his fingers couldn’t resist sliding down and curling around that hot, bare flesh. “There. God yes. You did this to me. I’ve never been like this before. I can’t think, I can’t work; I can’t do anything but remember your mouth on me. You shouldn’t have been so good, Jeremy, because now I need it. I need you.”

“Owen—”

“Get on your knees for me. Let me feel it again.” His voice was low and harsh. Commanding.

“Jesus,” Jeremy whispered, unable to stop himself from falling to his knees on the dirty concrete. Here in the fucking alley?

Anywhere he wanted.

Chapter Six

Owen’s groan was guttural when Jeremy opened his mouth over his erection. “Yes.” He gripped Jeremy’s head between his hands and rocked forward with shallow thrusts. “Christ, you’re a sexy bastard. I’m still mad at you but I can’t resist this. I’m out of control and I’m not sure I like it. It’s never happened before. Not like this. Jesus¸ you’re sucking me so good, I know you love it. Ah…yeah, damn it, just like that.”

Jeremy moaned. He did love it. Loved Owen’s taste, loved how tightly he gripped his head, setting the pace and making Jeremy take every thick inch. And the things he was saying made him so hard he ached. It made him want to come more than he wanted to breathe. He wanted to make Owen come and know he’d driven him that wild. To know he wasn’t alone in this obsession.

Owen took one of his hands off Jeremy’s head and pressed it against the wall for balance as his hips started to pump faster, deeper into Jeremy’s mouth.

“God, that’s hot,” he muttered. “This is what that asshole wanted. I could see the way he was looking at you. If he knew how talented your tongue was, how big your cock is, I might have had to fight him for you.” He inhaled shakily when Jeremy reached up to cup his tight sac. “I would have. I swear I was ready to drag him outside in front of everyone, because this is mine. I want it more than he does. I want it all the time.”

Oh God. Jeremy moaned, sucking harder.

“You like hearing that? Then I’ll tell you more. I want to wake up with this mouth on me. Keep you tied up and under my damn desk at work so I can have you sucking me off all fucking day.”

Jeremy was trembling at the images Owen created, one hand pressed hard against his own erection as he relaxed his throat and took Owen deeper.

“And then at night,” Owen rasped, his breath coming in rapid pants as he sped closer to his climax. “At night if you’re good, I’ll let you take me. Throw me down and fuck me the way I know you want to. I’ve been thinking about that too. Do you want to know what’s filling my ass right now? What I bought two days ago so I could get ready for you? Oh, Jesus, Jeremy. Don’t stop.” His thrusts were fast now, desperate. “It’s so good. Fuck.”

Jeremy’s own shout was muffled around Owen’s hot flesh as he came in his pants like a teenager with his first hard on when the salty release filled his mouth.

Want you, baby. Need to get inside. Need you.

After a few minutes where they were both recovering, Jeremy leaned back and looked down, swearing when he saw the wet spot on his jeans. Owen helped him stand, looking flushed and sexy and absolutely shameless about what they’d just done.

“Jeremy.” Owen squeezed his hand, rubbed his arms gently. “That was amazing.”

Jeremy was still recovering. Owen had liked seeing him on his knees in the alley. Jesus, right here in the alley.

“I can’t go back into the pub like this, damn it. Your sister—” He gestured toward his pants.


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