Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Owen’s hands were clawing at the grass and his voice was thick with arousal. “Give it to me, Jeremy. Take what you want.”
“Still a bossy bastard, even like this.” Jeremy gripped his hair tighter with one hand and used the other to bend Owen’s arm back behind him as he pressed his hips forward slowly. “Remember? You like this, don’t you?”
“Jeremy.”
He dragged his hips back before thrusting deeper, still conscious of his size. He couldn’t let go completely. No matter how many times they were together, he always tried to be careful.
“God,” Owen choked out as if sensing his hesitation. “Don’t go slow. I can take it. I need it. God, I love it.”
Jeremy did too. Being inside Owen with nothing between them, holding him down and smelling the earth beneath them, he felt feral. Primal. He’d captured his prey and it was begging to be claimed. Begging to give him everything he wanted.
“Don’t scream unless you want company,” he demanded roughly, his hips starting to pound against Owen with enough force that he could hear the sound of their slapping flesh echoing off the water.
“No, I won’t. I swear, Jeremy. Oh fuck you’re—Fuck!”
“So tight, baby,” he muttered, only partially aware he was talking out loud. “Your ass is gripping me so tight. Love fucking you. Gonna fuck you so hard.”
Every sharp gasp and soft pained moan from Owen spurred him on. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you want more.”
Don’t make me stop.
“Yes.” Owen’s reply sounded strangled, as if he were struggling for breath. “Yes, Jeremy. God, yes.”
He could feel his climax flying toward him but he couldn’t stop long enough to reposition them so he could grip Owen’s shaft. He wanted him to come, but he couldn’t stop. He shifted and started to fuck him with deep, long hard strokes that made them both moan out loud.
“Owen, damn it, I’m close. You feel too good. I need to come inside you. Nothing between us. Jesus, coming so hard, I’m gonna to fill you up.”
He bit off the shout that came with his orgasm, feeling the hot jets of release pumping out from his cock and into Owen’s tight ass. Heaven. It felt like heaven.
Mine. You’re mine now, Owen Finn. Please be mine.
“Jeremy!” Owen’s surprised cry sounded loud in the darkness and he felt the body beneath him shaking. He let go of Owen’s arm and bent down to kiss his back, his shoulders as both their bodies quake with their climaxes.
Jeremy breathed out in relief. He’d never been so selfish with a lover before, always seeing to their pleasure before his own, but Owen had pushed him over the edge. Thank God he’d come. “You okay?”
Jeremy moved off of him, caressing Owen’s hip as he looked down at the results of his climax dripping down his lover’s ass cheeks. It shouldn’t be this satisfying to see, but he couldn’t deny that it was. He felt like beating his damn chest, it felt so good. Or it would, if Owen would say something.
He needed to stop staring long enough to take care of him. “Can you move? Do you want to go inside and shower now?”
In answer, Owen pushed himself to his feet, grabbing his clothes and walking a little unsteadily toward the house without looking back to see if Jeremy would follow.
Had he been too rough? Owen didn’t do quiet. Especially when it came to sex.
Jeremy stood up, his stomach in knots as he strode after him, leaving his clothes on the dock in his impatience. “Owen?”
He followed him through the house and reached the bathroom in time to see his lover step beneath the shower spray. His heart sank. He had been too rough. Owen was always trying to push him to let go but he should have resisted. He knew better.
He’d let his passion get the better of him and he’d gone too far. “I’m sorry.”
Owen opened his eyes and stared at him in silence for a minute before holding out his hand. Jeremy took it without stopping to think, hoping it meant he was forgiven. Or that he would be.
He sighed when Owen traced the ink on his cheek again, cupping his face and reaching up to kiss him softly. This wasn’t the hungry attack he’d come to expect from his lover and friend. This was gentle. Achingly tender.
The hot water pounded against them as they explored each other’s mouths with slow, sensual wonder. Jeremy let Owen take the lead, feeling vulnerable and exposed as he gave himself up to the kiss.
A thought came to him then and hit him hard enough to make his knees buckle, forcing him to lean back against the tile wall. No matter how logical he tried to be, or how certain he was that this wouldn’t last, Jeremy was falling hard.