He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath. His skin was hot, but it didn’t hurt as much as he’d thought it would after the first blow. And Owen’s touch was a soothing balm. He pressed against the hand, wanting more.
The paddle returned instead. At first it was slow but firm, almost hypnotic. When his skin began to buzz with sensation, Owen started beating a fast staccato rhythm on his ass that made him cry out in surprise.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Owen commanded. “Let yourself feel the fire and the vibration of it going through you. Like it, even if you think you shouldn’t. Let go and watch me.”
Jeremy watched the screen through his damp eyelashes, seeing one man bound and another wielding a paddle in one hand and a soothing caress in the other. Pleasure and pain. Over and over it repeated until he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, only that Owen was responsible for all of it. He had the control in his hands.
His breath came out like a sob as he let go and started calling Owen’s name with every blow. He wanted him. Loved him. Wanted to please him. “Owen!”
The man on screen dropped the paddle and Jeremy felt Owen bend over him, felt his lips gently parting over his burning skin and his hands smoothing over his hips and thighs.
“So hot,” Owen muttered. “You’re responding so well I almost forgot it was your first time.”
Kiss me, Owen. Touch me. Need you.
“I need you,” Jeremy whispered. “Please.”
The fingers on his hips tensed. “Like this? Chained up after I’ve taken a paddle to your ass?”
Jeremy moaned. “Yes.”
He felt Owen’s body shudder against him. Then he heard the sound of the bottle of lube being opened again.
Yes. Take me. Only you, Owen. Need you.
Owen’s fingers spread his ass cheeks and Jeremy flinched, hissing out a pained breath, but he didn’t tell him to stop. He pressed his forehead into the bench and spread his knees farther apart to brace himself.
“Fuck, Jeremy,” Owen muttered raggedly. He bent his knees and filled him with a steady, unyielding pace that drove Jeremy wild. It seemed to go on and on, his lover stretching him, owning him with his thick erection. This was Owen. Owen pushing through his tight, resistant flesh until, with one more powerful thrust, he was all the way inside. His hips pressed against him and Jeremy heard him groaning low in his throat. “Yes.”
“Oh God, Owen!” The chains jangled loudly as his whole body shook with an overload of sensation. Pleasure and pain. His skin was on fire but the feeling of Owen inside him—he couldn’t describe it. He needed him to move. “Owen, please.”
Owen’s body curved over his back, one hand lifting to grip Jeremy’s shoulder. “Jesus, look at us. Look at us, Jeremy.”
Through blurred vision he saw the erotic tableau. Blond and dark. Lean and large. Day and night entwined together, both reaching for something. Desperate for more.
Owen started moaning as he thrust inside him, deep long strokes that made Jeremy see stars instead of their reflection. “You feel so good,” he groaned. “Tight and hot and God, it feels like I’ve waited forever to feel this. To be inside you. Fuck, finally. I can’t believe you lasted as long as you did without a condom. I never want to put one on again.”
Jeremy was all nerve endings and sensations. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.
Breathe.
“Hard.”
“What did you say, Jeremy?”
“Harder, please.”
Owen’s hips responded instantly to the request, powering against him. “Like that?” The hand on his shoulder lifted and tangled in Jeremy’s hair, yanking roughly until he was forced to tilt his head back. Tingling electricity shot up Jeremy’s spine at the action. “You want a hard fucking? Want me to pound your ass for a change?”
“Please,” he gasped. “Please, Owen.”
“If I didn’t need it so bad, I’d make you wait. Drive you crazy. But you’re too good, Jeremy. It’s never been this—God, yes!”
There were no more words as Owen took him with a ferocity that might have surprised Jeremy if he wasn’t so lost in his own pleasure.
Love you, baby. Love you inside me. Love you so much.
Owen groaned, his hands clenching tight in Jeremy’s hair. “I’m coming. I can’t wait—Jesus, I can’t—Jeremy.”
He could feel the hot spurts of Owen’s climax filling his ass, loved the stretch as his cock kept pumping inside him as if it couldn’t bear to stop. Then Owen’s hand was on him, stroking the erection that was so hard it hurt, sliding up and down until he came with a shout that rattled the storm-soaked windows.
Dark spots filled his vision and he started to shake. He didn’t know which end was up or what he was feeling. It was too much. He couldn’t control it.
“I’m here, Jeremy. I’ve got you.” Owen’s hushed words calmed him, and his gentle hands felt like they were the only things tethering him to the wildly spinning earth.