He lived in the flat below me.
He was going to heareverything.
He was going to know exactly what I’d done and who I’d done it with.
“Everything okay?” Owen asked as he stopped behind me, putting his hand on my waist and flooding my brain with thoughts of him holding on to me tightly as he fucked me from behind.
Fuck it, I didn’t care if Milo heard. I was thirty-one for Christ’s sake! I was allowed to have my own life.
Besides, he was the one who’d told me getting off would be good for me. I’d just decided to add a partner into the mix instead of going solo.
“Yeah,” I said, reaching into my pocket to pull out my keys. “Just a word of warning, er, Milo lives in the flat below mine so there’s a good chance he’ll hear us. But if that bothers you, I mean, we don’t have to do anything. Or, fuck, I don’t mind if you gag me.”
“I’m not going to gag you,” Owen said in a low, soft voice that sent shivers running across my skin as he tilted his head to press open-mouthed kisses down my neck. “I want to hear you scream for me. Want to hear all those beautiful noises I know you’re going to make. Let Milo hear. Let him know how good it feels… how well I’m fucking you… Mmm, because you know I’m going to ruin you, don’t you?”
I groaned, melting back against him and tipping my head to the side to expose more skin for him to tease. “F-Fuck, Owen… I… Stop making promises.”
“Why? Don’t you think I’m going to keep them?”
“I… I hope so but”—Fuck, it was getting really hard to think—“I’ve had men promise me things before. And the reality is never as good.”
Owen chuckled, his hand sliding beneath the bottom of my shirt. “Trust me darling, when I tell you I’m going to ruin you, I mean it. I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” He ran his fingerslowly along the waistband of my jeans. “Take me inside, Darcy. I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember anything else.”
He stepped back, leaving me suddenly feeling cold, and that was all the incentive I needed to stride forward towards the front door of the house.
It was an old townhouse, the sort which were very common in town, but it was smaller than some and would have made a nice little house if someone hadn’t divided it up into two tiny flats to get double the money on rent. The size hadn’t bothered me when I’d looked around it though, because I’d doubted I’d spend much time there. And I’d been right.
It had been a bit of a squish to get all my furniture in, and some was still in storage, but it did me just fine.
I unlocked the door and pulled Owen inside, shutting it behind us and tugging him hurriedly towards the stairs before Milo figured out I was home and stuck his head out. My door at the top of the stairs opened easily, and had barely clicked shut before Owen had his hands on me again.
“Where’s your room?” he asked as he reached around me to start unbuttoning my shirt, my brain short-circuiting as I felt the thick length of his cock pressing against my arse.
“This one,” I said, pointing vaguely at my open bedroom door. Thankfully, I was a tidy person but if I wasn’t, I doubted Owen would have noticed.
“Gonna show me?”
“Yeah.” I nodded before taking a few halting steps towards it. We’d barely even started and already Owen had reduced me to a stumbling mess. I wanted to give him as much as he gave me, but at this point, I didn’t know if I’d be able to do more than beg and moan. I’d be happy for him to put me where he wanted me and use me like a toy.
But… there were things I needed. And I wasn’t going to get them unless I opened my mouth and asked.
Owen followed me into my room and when I turned to face him, I realised his eyes were fixed on me. I didn’t think he’d even glanced at the space, except maybe to register where the bed was.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, stepping close to me and putting his hands back on my waist, where they already felt so perfectly familiar. “Never seen anyone so perfect. Like an angel.” He leant in and brushed his lips over mine in a teasing kiss that had me desperate for more. “An angel with a dirty little mouth.”
I grabbed the front of his T-shirt and kissed him fiercely, nipping his bottom lip and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I didn’t like being teased and I hated being denied even more. Owen had promised to ruin me, to fuck me so hard I wouldn’t be able to remember anything but the feel of his cock, but I didn’t want promises. I wanted action.
Owen groaned as his hands tightened on my waist, then he slid one down to squeeze my arse, pressing his fingers to the seam of jeans in the cleft of my cheeks. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Take them off then.”
He smirked as he pulled back and, for a second, I wondered if he was going to tell me to strip. But then he deftly tugged my unbuttoned shirt over my shoulders, easing the cuffs over my wrists like they were made of water, and dropping it onto the floor. “I’d tell you to go running shirtless,” he said as he looked at me with hungry eyes full of appreciation. “But I don’t want anyone else to see this.”
“Possessive much?” I asked, with what was supposed to be a laugh but instead came out as a breathless moan as he ran a thumb over my nipple. “I-I thought you didn’t care about Milo hearing us?”
He dipped his head down to flick his tongue over my nipple and my back arched as my body begged for more. “I don’t, I want people to hear us. But seeing is different, angel. I want them to know what I’m doing to you, let them dream about it, make them wish someone would fuck them like that… but I won’t let them see you. What your pretty face looks like when you come, the way your cock looks dripping with your load, the way your hole pulses as it begs to be fucked—that’s just for me.”
I wanted to tell him this was only supposed to be a one-time thing. That he wasn’t meant to be saying shit like that. But I couldn’t. Because I loved the way he said it.
