“Yes.” Oh fuck yes. Jeremy opened his mouth and moaned when Owen spread his own thighs and thrust his hips forward, sinking his cock between Jeremy’s lips. He pumped against Jeremy’s face as if he couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t stop himself.
“Hell,” Owen was groaning with every thrust. “Damn, I was right. It’s even better.”
Owen’s mouth closed over his shaft, hungry and rough. Wild. So wild Jeremy felt his eyes rolling back in his head as lightning bolts of pleasure zapped up his spine. Owen tried to take more, but Jeremy held his hips back. Even having his own mouth fucked so hard he could barely breathe, some small coherent part of him knew Owen couldn’t take the same treatment, no matter how good it would feel.
You taste so good. Suck me harder, Owen. Need to come with you.
Owen’s thigh went taut against Jeremy’s cheek and he knew. He could taste it on his tongue. Owen was one thrust away from coming. Jeremy felt the plug in his ass and Owen’s mouth on him and he couldn’t wait anymore either. He swirled his tongue and swallowed Owen’s cock where it pressed against the back of his throat, and then they were both coming, both moaning and shaking against each other as they found release.
Jeremy was drowning. Flying. He’d been so thoroughly taken he didn’t know which end was up. His limbs were shaking while he hungrily licked Owen’s shaft, unable to stop until Owen rolled him onto his stomach and undid his restraints.
“That’s the look I love,” Owen murmured gently. “Now who’s a natural? I had a feeling you would be.”
Jeremy felt hands and lips on his arms, and he couldn’t stop himself from turning back toward Owen and pulling him down for a kiss that said everything he couldn’t.
He didn’t want it to end, but it had to. This was all they could have.
Owen, what are you doing to me? What are we doing?
Chapter Five
“Another beer, Jeremy?”
He looked up at Owen’s sister and nodded with an absent smile. “Thanks, Jen. I’d love one.”
“Anything for you, dimples,” she said with a wink, her light blue eyes reminding him of Owen’s. “You look great without the beard by the way. Ten years younger. Don’t get me wrong, you had the whole dangerous artistic biker thing going on, and it was hot, but you really do have a handsome face. It reminds me what a crush I had on you when I was just an innocent tween. Too bad I’m getting married, because I could get into a lot of trouble with a bad boy like you.”
“Don’t patronize me, little Finn. The bad boy is now a dirty old man.”
Jennifer Finn rolled her eyes. “Tell someone who doesn’t know. Still, it could work. My brothers like you better than they like their future in-law.”
Jeremy barely held back a snort. They’d like a fungus better than they liked Jennifer’s fiancé, Scott, but he wasn’t going to be the one to say it. Every time anyone did, Jen just dug in and reminded them of Scott’s horrible childhood. She’d started rooting for the underdog in middle school and she still wasn’t ready to throw in the towel. She was going to soft-heart her way into an unhappy marriage if the Finns didn’t shake some sense into her soon.
He grinned at her. “The Finn boys don’t like me—I’m prettier than they are and they know it.”
Jen laughed. “I know it too. So does that hot guy at the end of the bar who keeps asking me questions about you.”
“Don’t start. You know my rule—no pick-ups at your family’s place. I wouldn’t want to give anyone a heart attack.”
“Spoilsport,” Jennifer pouted. “No one else is around tonight. Anyway, Dad wouldn’t blame you, and even if he did, Seamus will be taking over soon and he’s got plans to bring in a younger crowd with healthier, less narrow-minded hearts. Come on, look at that guy. He’s a Latin hunk of sexy and he’s totally into you. I suppose if you want to let him down easy I could let you flirt with me. Though if he’s anything like you, it might make him more interested.”
“Little Finn, you are trouble,” he said, shaking his head, “and you’re sounding like Natasha. What has she been filling your head with? We shouldn’t have let you make her a bridesmaid. You two are obviously spending way too much time together.”
“And we still have five months to go.” Jen looked around and then lowered her voice. “Speaking of Tasha, she’s taking me to her club for a special bachelorette party soon. One of her friends is going to…well, we’re negotiating. That’s what they call it, Jeremy. Negotiating. You basically have to sign a contract to get kinky. Isn’t that wild?”
Oh, hell no. “Does Owen know about this?”