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Ella
The door,the couch, the hallway floor, the bedroom. Shit, I think there was even an orgasm to be had in the damn kitchen. Regardless, Owen made me come so many times that I lost count, and he rebounded faster than any man I’ve ever known.
When I fell asleep just after three in the morning, I thought I was near death, but as the morning sun peeks through the curtains, I can’t help looking at Owen’s sleeping form and wanting more of him.
I know this is bad. I know that I swore off men for the time being. I’m also aware that I know very little about the man who has touched or licked every part of my body, but somehow, I feel closer to him than I have any other before him.
There’s a connection between us. I felt it the moment he sat down next to me on the plane, and it was the main reason I’d done my best to ignore him then. I would have succeeded if he hadn’t been staying at the same hotel as me. Though, would I have wanted to face Blake alone? Having Owen step in and lie about our not-relationship was a shock, but now that I’ve had some time to think about his heroics, I’m thankful for his quick thinking.
Still, I don’t want to get real feelings for this man. I need to keep things strictly sexual in hopes that being with Owen physically will help me get over my breakup with Gavin. It’s a tactic I’ve never tried, and I’m optimistic of the outcome, as long as I can keep my emotions in check.
An idea comes over me, and I sneak out of bed to the bathroom. Wanting to stay as quiet as possible, I pull the door shut behind me before heading to the sink.
I smirk and say a silent thanks to this fancy fucking hotel when I see two toothbrushes at the sink. I grab the one still in plastic and quickly open it.
Within a minute, my morning breath has vanished, and my hair has been tamed. I don’t care how many positions Owen had me in the night before, I don’t want him to have any regrets when he wakes up to what I have planned.
He’s still sound asleep when I creep back into the room. I gently lift the covers, and my grin grows wider when I see Mr. Unstoppable is already hard for me.
I settle myself between his legs, letting the comforter keep me hidden. He flinches and shifts his legs, and his fingers find my hair when I reach for his rigid cock.
I’m honestly shocked he’s capable of a boner this morning. I had a fleeting thought that he might need a day or two to recover, but I’m not complaining.
When Owen lifts his hips and groans, my tongue darts out, circling his thick head. One of my arms holds me up, and I use my hand from the other to cup his balls.
Owen half-chokes and moans at the contact, so I squeeze harder until his fingers tighten around my long strands. I run my tongue down one side of his veiny shaft then up the other before covering his delightful dick with my mouth, taking him as deep as my throat will allow.
His hum of approval has my head bobbing up and down faster and my fingers massaging his balls just a little tighter.
That is until he tenses beneath me. I loosen my hold and focus my efforts on his cock, but I can feel him backing up.
“Burns. Something fucking burns,” he growls.
The comforter is thrown off the bed, revealing me between Owen’s legs. I look up at him, confused and worried I’ve done something wrong.
He’s looking at his junk like it’s going to fall off, and I’m not sure what to do.
“Why is my dick on fire?” he practically yells, and I hope he doesn’t expect me to answer because I have no fucking clue. I only got out of bed to brush my… Oh, no.
The toothpaste. The mint fucking toothpaste.
I cover my mouth, because I’m not sure if I’m going to laugh hysterically or cry in embarrassment.
“What is it? Do you see something?” Owen asks, his voice rising in panic while he lifts his cock, searching the affected area.
I try to speak, but I can’t make the words leave my mouth. Instead, I roll onto my side, laughing uncontrollably while he hops around, trying to find the cause of the burning sensation.
Owen is staring at me like I’ve lost my damn mind, so I try to explain.
“Mint…teeth…clean.”
His brows furrow deeper. “What the hell are you saying, Ella?”
I’m holding my sides, they ache so bad, and I attempt to take a deep breath. “The toothpaste.”
“Why are you talking about brushing your damn teeth? My dick is in pain.” Owen seems near tears, and his hands wave over his burning cock.
“I might have brushed my teeth right before I came back to bed,” I finally manage to get out.
