“Yes.” Owen shuddered against him. “I love your hands on me.”
“You’re so hard for me,” Jeremy whispered hotly in response. “I want you to come screaming my name with me buried in your ass. But not yet. I don’t want to stop yet. Can you take more?”
“Yes,” Owen moaned. “Jesus, yes. More.”
Jeremy bared his teeth as he pulled back his hips and then thrust deeper, trying to pace himself so he didn’t go too fast. Wasn’t too rough.
Hold back, he whispered to himself. Keep control. His first time. Don’t want it to end.
But once again, Owen was proving to be a quick study. His hand covered Jeremy’s over his erection, setting a faster rhythm, letting Jeremy know what he wanted.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “You’re in me so deep.”
Deep. I’m fucking you so deep, baby. I’m finally inside you and fucking you and you love it. You fucking love it and I don’t ever want to stop.
“Owen…” Jeremy’s moan was raw and aching. “You’re making it hard to hold back. I’ve wanted it for so long. Fuck, it’s good. Want to fuck you so hard.”
“Do it,” Owen bit out, his hand tightening over Jeremy’s on his erection.
“No. No, I have to—“
“I’m close, Jeremy. I want to come while you hold me down and pound my ass with that big fat fucking cock. I need you to do that for me this time. Need you.”
A red fog of lust and need surrounded him and he knew he was losing the battle. He placed his hand on Owen’s head, pressing his cheek into the mattress. “Come then. Come for me and I’ll give you what you need.”
Owen shouted as he found his release, his muscles clenching forcefully in reaction around Jeremy’s cock, as if he’d been waiting for permission. Then all Jeremy felt was the ass he was claiming. Owning. He pumped into it harder than he should have, faster than he meant to, growling at the tight fit.
God, I love it. Love your ass. Love…
Jeremy watched Owen’s mouth open on a silent shout as he took the restrained version of the rough pounding he’d demanded. Hopefully that was pleasure on his face, because Jeremy couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. He was too close. “Owen.”
His orgasm hit him like a twenty-foot wave crashing over his body. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t do anything but cry out and let it wash him away.
Owen was beneath him. His Owen.
His.
Jeremy shuddered and he leaned against Owen, trembling as he fought to recover his senses. God, he smelled good. Felt good.
Best I’ve ever had. So good. Need to kiss you.
Owen blew out a huff of a laugh as Jeremy nuzzled his neck. “You already need to shave again, you beast.”
“Bossy,” Jeremy murmured, lifting himself off of Owen and slowly pulling out with a shaky breath. “Let’s get you into the shower first.”
Owen groaned as he pushed off the bed and got to his feet. “Shit, I can’t feel my legs.”
“Want me to carry you?”
“Fuck off,” Owen laughed, turning to look up at him with something in his expression that made Jeremy’s heart pound a little harder. “Give me a second to catch my breath and I’ll be ready for more.”
Hell. “Shower first.”
He forced himself to move away from Owen and staggered into the bathroom, turning on the water. His mind was in turmoil, racing from one question to the next. Had that really happened? Had everything in his world just changed forever? Was Owen okay? Was he going to demand a turn now?
“Jeremy?”
He looked over his shoulder and found Owen smiling softly, a bemused expression on his face. “Yes?”
“I think this might take another night.”
Jeremy blew out the breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding. “You do, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” Owen walked up behind him and placed one firm, possessive hand on his hip. “The whole weekend, maybe.”
Chapter Seven
“Tasha, I told you I was fine.”
“Honey, even over the phone, you’re so bad at lying I almost feel sorry for you.”
Jeremy chuckled, turning the wheel and guiding his truck down the dirt road that led to Owen’s latest construction site. “It’s been a weird week, that’s all. Made all the harder by the secret your new protégé is making me keep. You want to tell me what you’re doing inviting Jen to the club and letting her negotiate with strange men?”
“No, I do not. That’s just between us girls. But I can fix any other problem you have. For example, I met someone this weekend and told him all about you. I think this one you might actually want more than once, my finicky friend. He’s delicious. An architect with a head of blond hair, a lean body and a fetish for facial hair. Just your type.”
Tasha’s words made him flinch and he was grateful she couldn’t see him. She would know right away that something had changed. The man he was on Wednesday was not the same man bringing his lover lunch on Tuesday.