“Holy shit, how are you doing that? Mother fucker!”
“You like that?”
“Yes, damn you. Do it again. I can’t wait anymore. Make me come.”
Jeremy felt Owen’s hand cover his where it gripped his cock and take over, increasing the rhythm and force of the strokes. “Like that,” he groaned. “Jesus, it’s so good …”
Owen was destroying Jeremy’s control with his passionate response. He pushed back against his fingers, begging, “Faster. I need it. Work those magic fucking fingers in my ass and make me come.”
“Greedy bastard.” Jeremy sank his fingers deeper, desperately wishing his cock was the reason the man was going wild in his arms. Wishing Owen was ready to take him.
Not yet.
Jeremy’s cock rocked against Owen’s side as he worked him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He watched his fingers disappearing inside him, heard Owen moaning with every thrust. A dark thread of satisfaction wrap around him, knowing he was the only man who’d brought Owen this much pleasure. The only man to see him like this, bent over and willing. Hungry.
“That’s right,” he muttered, his fingers thrusting harder. “Ride my hand. God, that’s hot. This ass is begging to be fucked. Are you going to come, Owen?”
“Yes! Yes…Fuck. God damn it, that’s—” Owen shouted his name when he came in his hand. Jeremy could feel the muscle contractions crushing his fingers with the force of the orgasm and how hard Owen was shaking. He forced himself to slow down, and then to stop, even though it was the last thing he wanted.
He pulled away and rinsed himself off before taking Owen’s wilting body into his arms, his own arousal tamped down in his desire to care for him.
I’ve got you, baby. You came hard and so perfectly for me. I’ve got you.
Jeremy held the endearments in with his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth and guided Owen out of the shower, reaching for a towel to dry him off as they walked into the bedroom.
He was too shaken for words. His reaction was too emotional, feelings bubbling up to the surface that were difficult to contain.
What were they doing?
Ruining sex with anyone else forever. Ruining a lifetime of friendship and the life I’ve built around it.
That was his greatest fear. Not just because he’d seen it happen a dozen times before—a hetero guy dipping his toe in the man pool, loving it, and then running off to thump his chest and pounce on the first woman or twelve he could find to reaffirm his masculinity.
Leaving Owen safely seated on the end of the bed, Jeremy spun on his heel and went to the bathroom, using the time it took to brush his teeth to clear his head.
Owen wasn’t reacting the way Jeremy would’ve expected at all. He was the aggressor, even when he was on the receiving end. He kept asking for more, as if he’d just discovered chocolate or porn. As if he couldn’t get enough.
He didn’t know, couldn’t know how long Jeremy had dreamed of this. His own reaction was what really scared him. What could endanger their friendship. He wanted Owen. Owen. And now that he’d had a glimpse of what it could be like…
How hard would it be to go back?
His mind raced as he returned to the bedroom, toweling himself off while he walked. He had to go back. What was one night compared to nearly two decades of loyalty? Compared to the Finn family and all they’d done for him? Owen didn’t have to know how deeply this was affecting him. How much more he was realizing he wanted.
Only tonight. No one would ever know.
In the bedroom, he found Owen on his feet, running his hands through his wet hair and looking around. He walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of suspenders. His smile was wicked.
“My turn.”
Chapter Four
“What in the hell do you think you’re going to do with those?” Jeremy demanded. He couldn’t tear his eyes away as the bastard slid the suspenders through his other hand, stretching them.
Owen shrugged. “You don’t wear ties and I didn’t come prepared, so these will have to do.”
“No, Owen, okay?” Jeremy held up a warning hand. “I already told you. Be happy that I shaved. That’s my limit for the kinky shit.”
“If you were anybody else, I might let you get away with that answer.” Owen’s long strides brought him within arm’s reach, but in his expression, Jeremy saw something that kept him still almost against his will.
“But it wasn’t anybody else I was just bent over for and begging to finger my ass. I don’t beg. But I did for you because I trust you. Are you really saying you won’t even consider giving me a chance to show you something I can do for you that you might enjoy? That you won’t trust me back?”
Jeremy eyed the suspenders again, silently conceding Owen’s point but still wary. “What exactly is it you think I’d enjoy?”
“My undivided attention,” Owen answered with a slow smile.
Jeremy shook his head. “You just came twice and you want another round?”
What about a ten-minute break so I can unscramble my brain and remember that you’re only here for the night and we shouldn’t be doing this?
Owen laughed. “I did, but you’re hard as a rock. What kind of friend would I be to leave you like this? So give me a turn. Let me be in control.”
Jeremy forced a glare. “Planning to hit me with those? Because you know I can kick your ass.”
“I know exactly what you can do to my ass, Jeremy.” Owen laughed again, softer this time. “Did Tasha scare you with her stories? I know you said she loves to shock. But this time all I want is to see you put your hands behind your back, and I’ll use these to keep them there so I can do things to you that I know you’ll like.”
Speaking of things he liked… “No fucking without my permission.”
Owen held up his hands. “I’ll keep my penis to myself, I swear. I’m not going to take advantage of you. For the moment.”
Jesus. Owen wanted to tie him up with his own damn suspenders? “If I agreed to do this, will you stop when I ask? Let me go if I don’t like it?”
“How long have you known me? Of course I will. In the club we would have a conversation about limits and safety. We would talk until you told me every secret forbidden thing that turned you on. But this is one area where I finally know more than you do. I know you, Jeremy Porter. Your personality, your history—and I’m ready to learn everything there is to know about your body. I already have a pretty good idea that you’ll like this. You need this. If I’m wrong, I’ll stop as soon as you say the words.”
Jeremy closed his eyes, shaking his head. He’d gone crazy. All the blood had permanently relocated from his brain to his cock. That was the only reason why what Owen was saying sounded appealing. He put his hands behind his back.
“One time, Owen. Just one.”
“We’ll see.”
This wasn’t his thing, he repeated to himself as Owen stepped behind him and coiled the suspenders into some kind of braided harness down his arms, tying them off at his wrists with a skill that was startling.
“Relax, Jeremy. I’m not going to hurt you. You know I’m not. Just let yourself go.” Owen’s voice was hypnotic, his breath warm on Jeremy’s neck. “Let me take care of you this time.”
The restraints made him feel like a raw nerve, helpless and wondering what Owen would do next. “They’re a little stiff and the metal is sharp.”
“Are they hurting you?”
“No.”
One hot palm cupped the cheek of Jeremy’s ass and he bit his lip, waiting for the sting of a slap. It didn’t come. Just this. Owen’s hand possessively caressing his skin, tracing the raised scar tissue of his tattoos and stroking him so tenderly Jeremy wanted to pull away.
“These are the real things,” Owen mused. “I thought the Maori didn’t go for tattooing visitors in the traditional way.”
“My friend made an appeal from one artist to another. His cousin honored me by agr
eeing in exchange for a few rare comic books I brought with me.”
“He honored you all over your backside and down your legs, didn’t he?” Owen’s touch followed the markings to his thighs. “They do it with chisels, right? Something like that had to hurt like hell.”
Jeremy tipped his head back, all his attention focused on Owen’s touch. “It did.”
“But there’s so much of it. You didn’t make him stop? How did you stand the pain?”
Jeremy licked his dry lips. “There was pain, I won’t lie, but most of the time I was flying on adrenaline. It’s a test of endurance and will as much as anything else. And what I got in return was worth it. It was a rush.”
“Pain and adrenaline,” Owen repeated. “You must have a hell of a lot of endurance, Jeremy. And you liked the way it made you feel. I wish you knew how promising that sounds. How irresistible. I also wish you’d told me sooner. After your last birthday, for example.”
“What?”
He pinched Jeremy’s ass and moved until he was standing in front of him, looking down into his now open eyes. “Did I wrap you up too tight? Anything hurting? Can you still feel your fingers?”
“I’m fine,” Jeremy muttered. “What about my birthday?”
Owen put his hands on Jeremy’s chest and held them there. Just held them still so he could feel his own heart beating against Owen’s palms. The strength in the simple touch. “As a reward for trusting me to do this, I’ll tell you. Tasha’s party wasn’t the first time I saw you making someone’s night.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened. “It wasn’t?”
“Do you remember the concert? The woman you showed up with as your date? The one you disappeared with for some seriously acrobatic sex in the public restroom during the show you’d begged us to get tickets to?”
“Darla.” He remembered her. He’d asked her to join him when he thought Tasha and Owen were both bringing dates along. He hadn’t wanted to be the odd man out. But they’d both come alone and Jeremy had been kicking himself until Darla had whispered a request in his ear. Apparently stadium restrooms turned her on.
“You saw that?”
Owen’s hands slid down Jeremy’s torso slowly, exploring and soothing. Arousing. “Heard it, mostly. Her. Shouting the same praise as your moaning, blond party boy. She was narrating well enough for me to get a good visual.”
Shit. He didn’t know what to say to that. Couldn’t really think with those hands on his skin.
Owen chuckled, tracing Jeremy’s hipbones, avoiding his unavoidable erection. “It—inspired me to new creative heights with my next date. And it made me wonder, the same way I did after Tasha’s party. Now I know for a fact that your reputation is well-deserved.” He paused, as if he were going to say more but changed his mind. “I know you said you’re not a catcher—I love that term—but there’s something I want you to tell me, and be honest. You have at least one butt plug around here somewhere, don’t you? One you use on yourself when no one else is around?”
Jeremy’s eyes widened and he felt his lips part in surprise.
“You do. See? I knew it.” Owen patted his hip in approval. “You might only use it when you’re alone, but you have it. Is it in a drawer by the bed? That’s where I’d keep it. For those nights when I need to get off and don’t have someone to impress with my Maori-esque endurance and my big fat cock. Those nights I just want to feel well and truly taken for a change.”
He had to hand it to Owen. When he decided to do something, to try something new, he never did it halfway. He was a clever and seductive son of a bitch, seeming to know Jeremy’s darker desires in a way no one else could. Had he learned that trick at his club? And all the touching. God, had anyone ever just touched him like this? Explored him without his being able to return the favor and distract them so they could both get what they really wanted? Jeremy was too turned on to lie. “By the bed. Second drawer.”
No. Don’t give in to him. Not on this. You don’t let anyone do this.
But it was too late.
Owen reached behind him and gripped the knot at his wrist. “Then let’s take you over to the bed.”
Jeremy followed him—as if he had a choice—and watched Owen drag the pillows to the side of the bed and place one on top of the other before turning to open the first drawer.
“Hello.” There was a smile in Owen’s voice. “I’m guessing these are here for company? For the partners you bring home who wouldn’t dare to tie you up?”
Jeremy’s face was hot. “I told you it was in the second drawer.”
“I know. You’re not the guy that puts his own needs first, are you, Jeremy? You hide them underneath all these dirty distractions.”
He closed it, thankfully, opening up the second drawer and whistling. “This is a ridged thing of beauty. Not too big but definitely not too small. I think I might need to get one for myself.”
His body shuddered at Owen’s words. If he wanted it, Jeremy would stretch his ass with a plug every fucking night until he was ready to take him.
Owen noticed his reaction. “You like that idea, but this isn’t about my ass right now. It’s about yours. Are you going to tell me to stop?”
“No,” he whispered.
“Good boy. Assume the position.”
Jeremy glared at him but let Owen lower him to the bed so that his chest was supported by, and balanced on, the pillows, his arms bound and his ass in the air. He’d never felt more naked or vulnerable.
“I can’t lie, Jeremy. I’m loving this.” Jeremy felt Owen’s hands on his ass again, fingers digging in slightly, as if he couldn’t resist. “You want more honesty? Your ass is a thing of Goddamn beauty too. With those tattoos and all that rippling muscle? It’s fuckable art. And you tied up like this, ready for me to fill you with your favorite plug?” He squeezed harder, making Jeremy grit his teeth. “It’s damn hot. Try to relax now. I’ve done this before. Not with a man, but I think I still understand the mechanics.”
“I trust you.” Even now, when he was questioning his own sanity and everything that had happened since he opened the door, he knew he could trust Owen with his body. “I…this isn’t something I let someone do to me as a rule. But I trust you.”
Owen brushed his hands lightly over Jeremy’s hips, as if in praise. “Thank you.”
He didn’t waste any more time talking. Jeremy hissed when he felt the cold lube drizzle on his skin. Owen spread his cheeks and held them like that for long, tense minutes, making Jeremy squirm. The quickening sound of his breathing and the rhythmic flexing of his fingers on Jeremy’s ass were the only clues that Owen was struggling to retain control. He muttered incoherently under his breath, and then he was pushing the plug slowly past Jeremy’s resistant muscles and into his ass.
“Oh God,” Jeremy groaned. It felt so different. He’d done this to himself before but now Owen was behind him, controlling him and filling him, and it was like nothing he’d ever experienced.
Owen took his time pushing the plug all the way inside him, and then dragged it out again, inch by agonizing inch. Jeremy strained against his restraints as Owen did it again. And again. And—sweet Jesus—again. So slow it felt like torture. So slow it was going to make him scream. He felt close to snapping in two from the tension and need coiling inside him.
“What the hell, Owen?” he snarled. “You said you knew what you were doing.”
He flinched as he heard the crack of the palm on his hip before he felt it. God, he must be truly twisted around by his desire because that sting felt good.
“I know exactly what I’m doing.” Owen pressed the plug inside him again. “Do you like this, Jeremy? I’m hard again. Hell, I’m impressed. No little blue pill required. All I need to do is think about taking out this plug and fucking you until neither one of us can walk. I haven’t been this horny since I was thirteen and read my first Penthouse.” He pulled the plug back until only the tip was inside him. “Answer my question or I’ll stop. Do you like it?”
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nbsp; Jeremy didn’t want to answer. Didn’t want to admit to it.
Another hard smack against his hip in the same spot pulled a sound of pleasure from deep inside his chest. Fuck. Why did that feel good?
Owen laughed wickedly and spanked his ass with a force and speed that knocked the breath out of Jeremy’s lungs. He wouldn’t cry out. He wouldn’t beg for more. He couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure from escaping his lips. Couldn’t stop his body from lifting to meet each blow.
“You don’t like this either, do you? I’ve never seen someone more in need of a spanking. You know what I think, Jeremy? I think you could take more than I’ve ever been able to give anyone else. I think I could break my favorite paddle on your ass and you’d fucking enjoy it.”
“Never gonna happen,” Jeremy growled. But when Owen’s palm landed hard on his ass again, he couldn’t deny his body’s reaction.
“Never say never.” He stopped. “Let me ask you again. Do you like it? Or should I untie you and call it a day?”
“Damn it.” Jeremy looked over his shoulder at Owen. “I’d rather be fucking. I’d rather be the one doing the fucking.”
Owen shook his head. “This isn’t a contest, it’s a question.”
“Isn’t it?” He gasped when Owen began to use more force with the plug, pushing it in harder. Pulling it out faster. Making it impossible to think. “God. You tied me up because I made you beg, now you want me to—Oh, fuck, Owen.”
Owen pressed his cock on Jeremy’s ass and rocked his hips in time with the plug. Jeremy could almost imagine Owen was fucking him. He wanted Owen to fuck him.
Yes. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me so hard I scream. Now while I’m bound and can’t stop you. You know how bad I need it. Spank me again and make me take it.
Jeremy bit his lip so hard he tasted blood.
“Tell me you like it,” Owen repeated raggedly.
“My dick is ready to stab a hole in the damn mattress. Does that answer your question? I need to come, Owen.”
“At least say please.”
“Fuck off.”
“Please.”
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