Curious (The Finn Factor 1)

They were naked, their clothes in a pile at their feet, and Jeremy hissed when Owen reached out to trace his bare hip. “Tasha again? Someone needs to take a flogger to that woman’s ass. Not that I’m denying it. I like sex. And this year has not been one for restraint. Maybe it’s because thirty-five was looming and my baby sister got engaged. But you’re right there with me, buddy. You are as sexual an animal as any I’ve seen. Maybe we’re getting that mid-life crisis issue over with early.”

“Is that what this is?” Jeremy hated that he sounded vulnerable, so he focused on keeping his expression neutral. When Owen slid his hands around his waist and leaned in to lick his nipple, the façade crumbled and Jeremy groaned.

“I don’t know,” Owen admitted softly. “But whatever it is, I know I can’t let it stop. I won’t, not yet. So while we’re finding out, I want you to do something for me.”

God, yes. Anything. Just do that again. “What?”

Owen looked up from Jeremy’s chest to meet his gaze. “As long as we’re doing this, satisfying our curiosity…I’m the only man who gets to touch you.”

As if he could think about anyone else when Owen was with him like this. Touching him. Seducing him with his lips and hands. “What about you?”

“No man but you.”

Jeremy noticed the amusement in Owen’s eye just in time to bite back his instinctive fuck that. “Glad to know women aren’t off limits for either of us,” he countered without missing a beat.

Owen was no longer amused. “Just us, Jeremy.”

He bit his cheek so he wouldn’t smile. Sucker. “Agreed.”

“And you’ll give me a blowjob whenever I want,” Owen added, daring Jeremy to argue.

Jeremy sighed, knowing it was going to happen regardless. Now who was the sucker? “Fine.”

“Good. We’ve talked enough, don’t you think? We have our agreement. I’ve been wanting this for days, and I don’t think I can wait another minute.”

He cupped Owen’s face in his hands, giving in.

“Neither can I.”

Jeremy wasn’t sure how much time had passed. How long they’d been rolling around on the bed, a tangle of arms and legs sliding against each other, shining with sweat and need.

Not long enough.

He couldn’t stop kissing Owen. No matter how hard he was or how much he ached for release, he wanted to take his time. Owen’s lips, the scent of his skin as Jeremy kissed a path across his smooth chest and traced every lean muscle of his torso with his tongue… He didn’t want to rush a single second of it.

This was the body he’d lusted after. The one he’d dreamed of and compared every man he’d ever been with to. It deserved his attention. Deserved to be savored. A seduction instead of the violent fucking Jeremy wanted to give him.

His first time…

He scraped his teeth along Owen’s hip and smiled at the jump of his cock and his agonized groan.

“This is torture.” Owen gasped when Jeremy sucked on the skin of his inner thigh. “God, your mouth. I’m ready to beg for it again, but you know what I want. I won’t let you distract me.”

“And I won’t let you distract me. I’m enjoying myself.”

Owen reached down to tangle his fingers in Jeremy’s hair. “I don’t need foreplay. I’ve been ready for more since I left this bed the last time.”

Jeremy pressed his erection into the bed and ground his teeth together. “You’re not ready. You think because you can take a plug you’re ready?”

Owen rolled away from Jeremy and got on his knees, his expression challenging. “Never been anybody’s first time before? We know that’s not true, unless those defensive linemen were more experienced than you’re letting on. Lucky for you, I’m the king of first times.”

His smile was a dare. “There’s a trick to it. Are you paying attention? You stick your big fucking cock in and make me like it.” He shrugged. “If you don’t think you can do that, I’m more than happy to give you pointers. Or maybe I should show you by example.”

Jeremy growled and pushed himself off the bed, his hands on his hips. He couldn’t tell if Owen wanted to fuck or fight, or both. “You’re pushing, Owen. Why do you keep pushing?”

“Because you won’t.” He shrugged, his gaze dropping to stare at Jeremy’s erection. “Because it’s me and for some reason that makes you nervous. If I have to top you from the bottom, I will. I’m not a total innocent, Jeremy. I know the mechanics. I know what’s going to happen. I’m asking for it. Demanding it. I don’t need to be seduced into compliance.”

“No, what you need is something shut you up,” Jeremy rasped. “But more than that, you need to be damn sure what you’re asking for, because—” His voice cracked, just enough for him to hate the weakness. “I don’t think I could take it if you wanted me to stop.”