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)
Without a word Owen followed him off the bed, reaching for one of the condoms on the bedside table. He tore open the foil and started rolling the latex down Jeremy’s shaft.
“Jesus, Owen,” he gasped at the skilled touch.
“This is going to happen, Jeremy.” When he was done he turned his back, bending over and placing his forearms on this bed.
He pressed his forehead into his fists and then looked up over his shoulder at Jeremy. “I’m used to being on top and calling the shots. I’ve never wanted something so much I was willing to give that up. But I’m here. I want this and I won’t change my mind.”
Jeremy moved closer and laid his palm on Owen’s back, needing to touch him. He could hear it in his voice—the same vulnerability he felt. Owen Finn wasn’t used to giving up control, but now he was demanding Jeremy take it from him.
“Tell me you want me.” Jeremy’s voice was ragged and laced with need as he lowered his hands to the cheeks of Owen’s ass, his attention on the plug between them.
“What in the hell do you think I’ve been saying?” Owen inhaled sharply when Jeremy tugged on the plug and drew it slowly out. “God that’s—I want it, Jeremy, okay? I want you inside me. So much it hurts more than anything you think you’re going to do to me.”
Jeremy bit his lip as he replaced the plug with his lube-covered finger, pushing inside Owen’s ass. It was still tight but the muscles yielded more readily to his touch. “Tell me how the plug felt. The first time you put it in.”
Owen was rocking against Jeremy’s hand and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “I couldn’t breathe, I felt so full. There was pain but it was the best kind. Everything at once, you know?”
“I know,” Jeremy answered softly, adding another finger.
“I was thinking about you. Thinking about taking all of you when I put it in.” He tilted his hips, asking for more. “Oh, that’s good… All I had to do was think about you fucking me and I loved it. If you liked what I did to you half as much as I loved that, I don’t know why you made me stay away.”
He couldn’t do it again. Couldn’t refuse this man who was offering him everything. Jeremy pulled his fingers out and guided his shaft to that tight ring of muscles, gripping Owen’s hip with his free hand. “I want you to breathe out, Owen. Breathe out and relax.”
“Jesus,” Owen whispered so softly he almost missed it. He blew out a big breath and Jeremy pressed forward, feeling the resistance before the head of his cock pushed inside. “Jeremy.”
“Fuck,” Jeremy growled, his fingers digging into Owen’s skin as he pressed forward and felt tight muscles resisting, squeezing him before giving way.
More, baby. So tight. I need more. Need to get it all inside you.
“Oh mother fucking—!” Owen’s hands were clawing and dragging the covers closer to him, desperate for something to hold onto. Jeremy could hear his labored breathing, see the muscles rippling in his back as he struggled to hold himself still. “God. Oh God.”
“Do you want to stop?”
Owen groaned loud and long when Jeremy followed the question with another thrust, loving the way Owen’s ass gripped his cock like a hungry fist.
Don’t make me stop, baby. Can’t stop. Need to take you.
“So tight,” he snarled. “Is it too much, damn it? Should I stop?”
“Don’t stop. Fuck. Fuck, don’t. I want it. God help me I need it.”
Jeremy needed it too. He needed to get all the way inside. One of his hands curved around Owen’s shoulder, gripping the strong muscles there as Jeremy tilted his hips forward with more force, making them both shout when he was finally as far as he could go.
“Is this what you needed?” he moaned. “What you’ve been asking for?”
Owen nodded jerkily, his groans incoherent as he adjusted to the new sensations. “Jesus, I can’t believe I can take you. I said I could but you’re so big I wasn’t sure. God, you’re filling me up, Jeremy.”
“Stop talking,” Jeremy ordered, his jaw clenched. He was trying to keep himself still, trying to hold back. “I won’t be able to give you the time you need if you keep talking.”
Owen’s laugh was breathless and broken. “It gets you hot, hearing me talk about your cock, doesn’t it? I can’t help it, Jeremy. God, your big fucking cock could turn a straight man gay. Let me prove it to you. Call me Exhibit A and fuck me.”
“I told you to stop talking.” But it was too late. Jeremy had enough restraint to make sure he didn’t hurt him, and that was all. He had to move.
His strokes were slow and shallow at first, but the sounds Owen was making, the way he felt around him, shredded his good intentions. Jeremy pressed his chest against Owen’s back, the hand on his hip sliding around until it was gripping his thick erection.