And I loved the way it made me feel.
At this rate, I was going to be the most relaxed man in Heather Bay.
Owen straightened up and reached for the button on my jeans, flicking them open with ease and pushing them down over my hips, taking my underwear with them. Which was good because I hadn’t exactly made an effort in the pants department today, mostly because I hadn’t been expecting anyone else to see them. At least I’d recently thrown out all the pairs with holes in them though, thank fuck.
“Gorgeous,” Owen said, reaching down to palm his cock through his shorts as he looked at me.
“Your turn.”
“Aren’t you going to help me?”
“No. Not this time.”
He chuckled and shook his head fondly. “Oh, angel, what am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me, I hope. But you have to be naked for that.”
“I don’t, but I will be this time.” He pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, exposing his tanned, softly muscular torso, his skin a mosaic of scars and tattoos as visions of him pinning me against the kitchen wall at Lick It! and only pulling down ourjeans enough to fuck me filled my imagination. He reached for his shorts and eased them down, freeing his cock and exposing more beautiful muscle and tattoos.
His body told a story of an adventurous life well lived, and I wanted to kiss and caress every scar and tattooed line while he told me all the stories to go with them.
As I stared, he took his cock in hand and stroked it slowly. The shaft was thick and curved, his foreskin rolled back to expose the mushroom head, the silky skin dripping with precum. He was big, but not so big I immediately started to fear for my life. I’d never been that much of a size queen.
“You’re staring,” he said.
“Yeah, well you’re…” I gestured to him. “Have you seen you?”
“I know.” He closed the gap between us and slowly pushed me backwards until my calves bumped against the low edge of my bed. He put his hand on my chest as he drew me in for another kiss. “But this isn’t about me, it’s about you. Gotta get your heart rate down, remember?”
“I don’t think this is helping.”
“Trust me, it will when I’m through with you.”
He gently pushed me down onto the bed, leaning down over me as he began to kiss down my body, his lips making my skin burn with need. I groaned as he teased my nipples, whining as his mouth went lower and he sank to his knees in front of me, pushing my thighs apart with calloused hands so he could trail his mouth up and down the insides of them. My cock throbbed and dripped precum onto my skin as he passed it by, ignoring it in favour of kissing my thighs.
I reached out and sank my fingers into his hair, which had fallen out of the loose bun he’d had it scraped up into, and tried to pull him towards my dick. “S-Suck me,” I said, the words coming out as more of a plea than a demand. “I don’t like being teased.”
“Will you come if I do?”
“Maybe. But you can still fuck me. Please, Owen, I’m so fucking desperate right now.”
His lip curled in amusement as his hand trailed along the inside of my thigh, making me spread them wider as his fingers dipped down to tease my hole. “What if I like teasing you?”
I growled and pouted, trying to tug that cocky mouth of his to where I wanted it. “Then you can do it another night. Just not now. I thought you were supposed to be helping me de-stress, not winding me up?”
“You’re bossier than I expected,” he said as his breath ghosted over the head of my cock.
“Does it bother you?”
“No. You just have to get used to not always getting what you want. But… if you ask nicely.”
Fuck, he was driving me wild. How could I say no? He’d told me he was going to ruin me and I believed him. Because for all my pretences of bossy brattiness, I crumpled like tissue paper when someone looked at me like that.
“Please, Owen, I need you to suck my cock. I want you to ruin me.”
He smirked and brushed his mouth over my cockhead. “Don’t worry, angel. That’s what I’m here for.”
Chapter Eight
