Page 107 of In at the Deep End

Owen nodded. “Ride it. Choose your speed. Fuck yourself on it.”

He raised himself up a little, then sank back down again.

“Put your feet on the mattress,” Owen told him. “Makes it easier to bounce on it.”

Matt blinked. “Bounce?”

Owen grinned. “Trust me.”

Matt did as instructed, one hand gripping the headboard, eyes fixed on Owen’s flushed face. Owen had both hands on Matt’s arse, and he was helping him to move, encouraging him.

Suddenly, bouncing made a lot more sense.

Matt couldn’t contain his groans as their bodies slapped together, the sound competing with the noises that escaped both of them. Owen pulled him down into a fervent kiss, and Matt fed him moan after moan.

Then Owen’s hands were on Matt’s waist, slowing him, their lips locked in kiss after urgent kiss, until Matt’s head was spinning and his body screamed for release. His cock smacked against his belly as Owen tilted his hips and speared into him, and Matt knew he couldn’t last much longer.

“Owen.” The word was drawn out like a sigh, a plea.

Owen nodded. “Come when you want. Don’t hold it back.”

Matt nodded again, his hands on Owen’s head and neck. He pressed his lips to Owen, muffling his cry as he shot hard, and Owen held him, stroked him, feeding him soft, low noises that fuelled Matt’s orgasm, until it felt as though it would never end.

When he was finally spent, Owen’s breathing quickened, his eyes on Matt.

“My turn,” he said with a gasp. He thrust up, and a moment later Matt felt that slow throb inside him. He held onto Owen, shaking, aware of warmth filling him, Owen’s hands caressing him, Owen’s lips seeking his.

Matt brought his forehead to Owen’s, his eyes closed, both of them breathing erratically.

“Curiosity sated?”

Matt couldn’t help it. He sat back and laughed, the sound loud and as bright as the sunlight pouring through the windows. Owen stared at him, eyes wide.

Matt grinned. “I think I might need to try that again. You know, just to check the results.”

Owen’s eyes sparkled. “I’d expect nothing less.” Then he cupped the back of Matt’s head and drew him down into a long, gentle kiss.

A second later, Owen froze. “I can hear a phone. It could be mine.” He flushed. “I left it downstairs.”

“Mine too.” Matt cocked his head. “Wait—that’s my phone.”

Owen placed his hand on Matt’s forearm. “It can wait a second. I’m still wearing you like a glove puppet.”

Matt let out a chuckle. “Good point.” He lifted himself gingerly, and Owen’s still half-hard dick slid out of him. He stared at the condom.

“What are you thinking?”

Matt blinked, then returned his attention to Owen. “I was actually wondering if it will feel any different when there’s nothing between us.”

Owen tilted his head. “I take it once was not enough?” He grinned. “And yes, it does feel different.”

“You know that from experience?” He wasn’t sure why the thought of Owen taking someone else’s cock felt like such a revelation.

Owen smiled. “I do.” He paused. “I discovered I enjoyed both sides of the equation. And now? Well, people tend to work out what suits them best.” He met Matt’s eyes. “I did.”

Matt nodded. “So you’re happy where you ended up?”

Owen smiled. “Very.”