Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Jeremy shook his head, knowing his demand was as much a battle of wills as it was a desire. “I don’t think so. Not yet.”
He turned Owen around facing the narrow bench he’d had installed and put a strong hand between his shoulder blades. “Bend over.”
Owen tensed and Jeremy placed an open mouthed kiss on his shoulder. “I’m just going to give you back a little bit of what you gave me in the living room. Just want to touch you.”
Relaxing at Jeremy’s reassurance, Owen bent over, spreading his legs for balance and placing his hands on the bench. “That finger trick? I had a woman do that to me once in the middle of the deed. Surprised the hell out of me. I swear when I came I thought, ‘Well no fucking wonder Jeremy likes this.’ Of course, then I had to spank her and return the favor.”
Jeremy smiled grimly and hesitated before reaching for the bottle of lube. Owen expected it now. Was waiting for it. He was too comfortable, and it made Jeremy want to do something unexpected. “Now that I’m newly shaved, I think I want to try something else first.”
He spread the cheeks of Owen’s ass with his thumbs, not waiting for a reply before he dipped down and licked the tight ring of muscles he was dying to fuck with his tongue.
“Jeremy?” Owen’s voice was soft. Stunned. “Are you—oh, God.”
Hell, yes. Jeremy squeezed the flesh in his hands as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin, loving Owen’s surprised groans and the way his hips tilted instinctively—unconsciously begging for more.
Jeremy wanted to give it to him. He pushed his tongue inside and was rewarded with a shout that echoed off the bathroom walls.
“Fuck!”
You like that, Master Finn? Like having a man fucking rim your ass and make you beg?
“Jeremy!” Owen was rocking helplessly against Jeremy’s mouth. “Jesus, I didn’t know it would feel like that. I’ve never...”
Jeremy could feel how much he liked it. Hear it in the sounds he was making. Owen may be new to the game but he was a fast learner. So fast it was hard for Jeremy to remember he needed to take it slow.
“Fuck,” Owen was muttering. “It shouldn’t be this good. Why is it so good? Yes. Deeper.”
Jeremy thrust his tongue deep once, twice, then lifted his mouth and grabbed for the lube he kept in the shower for special occasions. He tipped it over and watched the thick liquid run between Owen’s cheeks.
Owen was swearing, his body practically vibrating with desire. “Why did you stop?”
“Just trying to give you what you want, Owen.” His moved, his erection pressed against Owen’s hip as his fingers caressed him. “You said you needed it deeper.”
Gripping Owen’s cock with his free hand, Jeremy pushed one long finger inside his ass.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned when Owen let out a ragged breath. He pushed in, massaging him in a way he knew would drive him crazy. “Talk to me now, Owen. Tell me you like your birthday present. That you’re enjoying your little walk on the wild side.”
Owen was shaking against him as Jeremy stroked his cock in time to the slow thrusts of his finger. “Jeremy I—yes.”
“That’s all you’re going to give me?” Jeremy made a tsking sound. “Monosyllabic man-speak doesn’t work for me. Should I stop and try something else?”
Owen’s voice was a study in frustration. “I fucking love it, okay? Don’t stop.”
“You love what?”
“Everything. It all feels good. What you’re doing now. Your tongue. Jesus, I didn’t know I would want something like that, Jeremy. That it would blow my damn mind. Is that what you want to hear?”
Jeremy bit him hard on the shoulder. “I did shave for you. A little positive feedback isn’t too much to ask.”
“Fuck you,” Owen moaned. “Or me. Jesus, fuck me, Jeremy. I can take whatever you can dish out.”
Jeremy’s body jerked at that and he swore. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. But let me give you a hint.” He pulled out, then added a second finger to the first, gritting his teeth at the slow insertion and the snug fit.
Owen let out a shout and slammed his hand down on the bench. “Too much. That’s too much. I can’t—”
“That’s what you’re asking for, Owen. That and more. You think it’s too much now?” Jeremy rubbed his prostrate with the tips of his fingers, unable to stop himself from soothing the pressure, unable to deny his pleasure when Owen cried his name again. “You wouldn’t be able to take me with an ass this tight.”
“Holy shit, how are you doing that? Mother fucker!”
“You like that?”
“Yes, damn you. Do it again. I can’t wait anymore. Make me come.”
Jeremy felt Owen’s hand cover his where it gripped his cock and take over, increasing the rhythm and force of the strokes. “Like that,” he groaned. “Jesus, it’s so good …”