Curious (The Finn Factor 1) - Page 32

“Busy,” Jeremy said, looking away from that knowing gaze. “I only just stopped working.”

“I figured.” He moved closer and reached up to touch Jeremy’s cheek. “You have ink on your face.”

“I do?” He tried to wipe it off but Owen took his hand, pulling him back toward the shore beside the dock.

“Just a smudge,” Owen assured him. “It’s cute. Nowhere near as bad as that time you came to Thanksgiving with a handprint on one side of your face. Stephen thought you were making a statement to draw attention to the plight of Native Americans, but I knew you’d just fallen asleep in the middle of doodling again.”

He put his hand on the slope of grassy shoreline where he’d dumped his jeans and boots and dragged Jeremy closer. “Come back inside and I’ll wash you off and feed you before I have my way with you.”

Jeremy halfheartedly tugged his hand away. “I’m not ready to go in yet.”

“Yes, you are,” Owen argued with a smile. “You’ve been ready since you left my office. You’ve thought about me all day, exactly like I told you to.”

“You are so damn cocky, you know that?” Jeremy trapped him against the shore and his body, tangling their legs together. “I agreed not to be with other people while we’re doing this, but that’s it. You don’t run my life. I didn’t sign on to be your slave, Finn.”

“Not yet.”

Jeremy growled and kissed his lips with all the confusion, hunger and fire burning inside him.

Owen had been taking the lead sexually from the start, topping from the bottom, making him shave, finding a way to get him on his knees. And Jeremy kept following, unable to deny the chemistry or the way he felt when Owen took charge. He didn’t know if it was a reaction to today or his nerves about what might happen tonight, but some part of him wanted to reassert his power over Owen. Wanted him to know he wasn’t always going to get to be in control. He needed him to know that. He needed to believe that himself.

He lifted Owen up until his back was arched over the slope beside his clothes, his legs dangling in the water. Then he followed, pressing their wet bodies together and kissing him with carnal intent.

Owen moaned, his arms around Jeremy’s shoulders and his erection rocking against him. Jeremy knew the dock and the darkness wouldn’t protect them completely from prying eyes, but he didn’t want to stop. Couldn’t stop when Owen was writhing under him and digging strong fingers into his back. For all his talk about control, the kinky bastard didn’t mind having it taken away.

Owen turned his head, breaking the kiss to gasp, “Pocket. I have lube in my jeans pocket.”

Jeremy’s cock jerked and he reached out to fumble for the crumpled jeans. “Damn Boy Scout now? Always prepared?”

“I have to be with you around.”

All the blood was rushing to his dick so fast he was dizzy. His hands trembled as he palmed the travel-sized bottle of lube and got to his knees. “Roll over, Owen.”

The stubborn blond hesitated, taunting him. “Try and make me.”

Jeremy felt another growl gathering in his chest. He wanted to play that game? He slid his hands under his lover’s strong back and flipped him over forcefully, sitting on his thighs and holding his head down on the grass. “Try like this? Is this what you wanted?”

Owen inhaled sharply when Jeremy opened the lube with one hand and poured it out liberally, using his fingers to massage the tight hole he was desperate to slide into.

Jeremy rose up enough to force Owen’s legs apart and kneel between them, pushing his thumb into the hot, perfect ass beneath him. “You had lunch,” he rasped. “Had your fill and left me hungry. It’s my turn.”

“Yes,” Owen whispered harshly. “Fuck, yes, Jeremy. Do it.”

He leaned over and lowered his voice. “Do what? Forget about Master Finn’s plans and fuck you right here in the dirt where anyone could see? Take you like an animal because I can’t wait long enough to drag you inside?”

“Jesus,” Owen moaned. “Yes, damn it. Right here.”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice. He tilted Owen’s hips and spread his ass cheeks, lined himself up to thrust home…and then froze and started to swear. “Condom,” he rasped. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

“Good,” Owen responded breathlessly. “You don’t need it. You’re the only one I’ve let… I want to feel you inside me. Just you.”

Jeremy was shuddering with the effort to hold himself back. He’d never been irresponsible. Never had sex without protection. But he couldn’t deny that he wanted it with Owen. He didn’t want anything between them either.

I want to feel you inside me. Just you.

“Fuck,” he growled, pushing through the tight barrier and feeling the heat burn the head of his cock. “Fuck, Owen. Oh God, that’s so good.”

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