Curious (The Finn Factor 1)

The next bead stretched him and popped inside and he clenched his fists.

Deeper, baby. Go deeper.

Owen dragged it back slowly before pushing it inside again and adding the third, thicker bead.

“Oh God,” Jeremy moaned softly.

“Is something exciting happening on the screen?” Owen’s voice was deep. Distracted. “I don’t know if it can top this show. I can’t take my eyes off your ass. I want to see how much it can take.”

Jeremy had to breathe out forcefully when the fourth knob slid inside and then out as Owen pulled the wand back again. He started to fuck him with it like that, just the first four beads, in and out in shallow thrusts.

He was teasing Jeremy, knowing he was waiting for the rest. Jeremy pushed his hips back when Owen thrust again, taking in the fifth bead with a groan. “Fuck.”

Owen spanked him in that spot, the spot that still tingled. “Did I tell you to move?”

“No.”

Owen’s palm landed again and again at the same time he was thrusting the sixth and seventh beads inside Jeremy’s ass.

“Owen!” Jeremy screamed. “Fuck, that’s…”

“That’s nothing, Jeremy.” He started to shaft him with the wand in long, slow strokes. His expression on the screen was focused, his cheeks flushed. “You can take it if I can. This isn’t anything compared to being stuffed with your monster cock. Pressed into the ground and hammered until you aren’t sure you’ll be able to stay conscious.”

“I’m sorry,” Jeremy gasped, tilting his hips to accept his punishment. God, it felt good. “I told you I was sorry, Owen.”

Owen bit his shoulder hard, reaching underneath Jeremy with his free hand and wrapping a fist around his erection. “You should be sorry. You probably will be. Do you know why?”

Jeremy shook his head, grunting when Owen pushed the eighth bead—so fucking big—inside his ass.

“Because I loved it,” he whispered, pausing to let Jeremy adjust to the fullness. “I shouldn’t have. You took away all my control and fucked me so hard I walked with a limp the next day, but I loved it. I was right about you and primal play, Jeremy. I just didn’t think about how hot it would make me to be your prey.”

“Jesus, Owen.”

He started dragging the wand back slowly, one bead at a time. So damn slow. “I came in the dirt like a hard-up kid and realized that everything I believed about myself had shifted. I’m an open-minded guy. I’m about pleasure, not labels. But I never thought I was a catcher, either, Jeremy. Not until you. Even now, when I’ve got you trussed up and completely under my control, I want it again. I’ll be honest, it’s been messing with my head.”

“So this is payback?” Jeremy gasped out when only the last, small bead remained inside him and Owen was gripping the base of his shaft tight. “Not that I mind. It is your turn.”

“This is pleasure, Jeremy. This is us. I’m a little competitive, I admit that. But you are too.” He removed the wand and set it on the towel. “You’re also as curious as I am. You’ve been wondering about my paddle since I brought it up that first night. Wondering if you’d enjoy what I can do to you as much as I’ve loved what you’ve done to me.”

It was true, but Jeremy wasn’t ready to admit it out loud. “A little competitive?”

Owen chuckled, standing to remove his pants before going for the leather paddle. “I’m compensating. Anyone but an over-endowed porn star would be with that Boogie Nights prop you’re always swinging around. At least I’m man enough to admit it.”

Jeremy grinned despite his arousal, studying the body towering over him. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Owen’s erection looked so good it made his mouth water. He wanted to taste it again. Wanted to hear his lover cry out his name and feel his hands in his hair.

“I plan on proving that to you later.” Owen looked down at him and his smile turned wicked. “But now I’m going to use this on your tattooed ass. I decided to skip the hard wood and go for leather for your first time.”

Was that supposed to ease his mind? “Now? You’re not going to…finish?”

“You mean let you come?” Owen responded, a sadistic glint in his eye. “Are you close, Jeremy?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Look at the screen. Now.”

He did, hoping he would see Owen kneeling down beside him again. Touching him until he found release. Instead Owen stayed on his feet, raised the hand holding the black paddle slightly and brought it down with surprising force on Jeremy’s ass.

“Damn it, Owen. Fuck.”

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes!”

He did it again, his aim landing the middle of the paddle on one ass cheek, then the other. His hand followed, a tender touch tracing the stinging flesh and making Jeremy tremble. “Breathe, Jeremy.”