Page 106 of In at the Deep End

Matt managed a nod.

“Say it. Let me hear the words.”

He shuddered out a breath. “I want you inside me. I… I want to come while you’re inside me.”

Owen’s pupils were fucking huge. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers before reaching into the drawer beside the bed. He tore the condom wrapper, tossed the foil aside, then unrolled the latex down his solid shaft. Matt watched as he smeared lube along its length.

“How do you want me?”

Owen smiled. “Stay exactly where you are for now.” Then he leaned between Matt’s legs and kissed him.

Matt let go of his legs, grabbed hold of Owen’s head, and held him there, deepening the kiss.

“Are you ready?” Owen murmured against his lips.

Matt cradled Owen’s head and kissed him. “Yeah.”

Owen sat up, drizzled lube over Matt’s hole, and eased the head inside him as though they had all the time in the world.

Matt wanted to see.

He pulled on his dick, breathing, aware of every centimetre of Owen’s shaft as it filled him. Soft cries of “Oh” tumbled from his lips and he let them escape, mouth open, eyes wide.

Then Owen paused, bent down, and kissed him.

Matt let go of his legs and locked his arms around Owen’s neck, losing himself in the kiss, aware of feeling so fucking full. Warmth radiated everywhere and his heartbeat raced. His face felt as if it were glowing, and a surge of elation exploded through him.

He laughed, and Owen stared into his eyes. “I don’t usually get that reaction,” he said with a chuckle.

Matt couldn’t kill his smile. “I can’t believe you got all that inside me.”

Owen kissed him, his tongue going deep, and Matt moaned into it. A heartbeat later, Owen rocked a little, and Matt cradled the back of Owen’s head, keeping them connected as Owen rolled his hips, easing in and out of him with short fluid strokes. Against all of it, however, was the constant flow of kisses, murmurs, and soft touches.

Matt reached down to palm his cock, and Owen nodded. “Play with it. That’ll only make things feel better.”

He managed a nod, pulling on his shaft, gasping as Owen slid all the way home.

Owen shuddered. “Your hole is perfect.”

Matt trembled beneath Owen’s hands, a fluttery sensation in his chest and stomach. Then Owen lifted Matt’s legs and rested them on his shoulders, folding him in half. He looked into Matt’s eyes, stilling.

“That’s all of me, balls-deep in you.”

Matt shuddered. “Fuck. Oh God.” Owen rocked again, and he let out a moan. “Yeah. So fucking big.”

Owen cupped Matt’s nape and kissed him, his cock filling him. Then he began to move, short strokes alternating with deep thrusts, burying his shaft in Matt’s body. Matt clutched Owen’s shoulders, a string of low moans and soft cries pouring from his lips.

Owen paused, his hand on Matt’s cheek. “Want to sit on it?”

Matt laughed again, unable to keep the elation inside him. “Yeah.”

Owen eased out of him, and they swapped places. Owen sat back against the pillows, legs stretched out in front of him, then added more lube to his gloved cock. “Sit astride me, then guide me back into you.”

Matt straddled Owen’s hips, on his knees, and reached back to bring the slippery shaft to his hole.

Fuck, when it slid all the way home again…

He looked down at Owen, lips parted, chest heaving.