Page 90 of Protecting his Heart

Owen chuckled. “It’s about to feel even better.”

Evan understood the mechanics of the act because he’d done it himself, but he’d never been the recipient. He wasn’t sure what to expect, which was strange considering he knew men loved it.

Owen licked him again and again before focusing on his hole. He massaged his tongue on the ring, and Evan groaned as the nerves in the area fired with heat. Clenching the pillow beneath his head, he focused on his breathing. Well, at least until Owen pressed his tongue against his pucker, pushing inside a small amount and sending a sting through the area. But he knew it would take time for his body to adjust, and he wanted to give this to Owen. He wanted to givehimselfto Owen.

Evan relaxed more and more while Owen worked his hole, massaging and stretching him with his tongue until Evan was pushing back for more, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“God, I’m so hard I could come from the sounds you’re making,” Owen said.

He’d barely finished talking before fastening his mouth around his pucker and working on him again. Evan’s body heated more, licks of heat travelling down his spine. He wouldn’t be able to come from it, but he was so fucking hard.

“Jesus, Owen. Please,” he groaned, grinding his hips against the bed, trying for the friction to take him higher.

“Ah, ah, ah. No cheating. I’m making you come tonight. Nothing else.” Owen raked his teeth over Evan’s ass. “Now onto the next level.”

Evan chuckled, though it sounded strained. “This isn’t a video game, you know.”

Owen reached for the lube from the bedside table and laughed. “I don’t know. It could catch on. ‘See how high you can get your partner to progress to the next level,’” he said in an announcer’s voice.

Evan rolled his eyes, but his ears picked up the click of the tube opening. His breath caught when Owen dribbled some down his crack. “Some warning would be nice.”

Owen snorted. “Sorry.”

Evan closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax into Owen’s ministrations, the massaging of his finger against his hole. He knew Owen would press inside, but he tried not to worry. No, worry wasn’t the right word. Owen would take care of him, but this was new. Evan had never had anything inside him. Nothing at all. Not even a finger. He kept breathing as Owen pressed harder, and he felt it the moment Owen slid inside. The burn was minimal, which Evan put down to the prior rim job. The finger slid in and out, in and out, before pressing against his prostate.

Evan saw stars. “Holy fuck,” he breathed.

Owen chuckled darkly. “Welcome to your prostate.”

“I knew…but I also…never knew,” he panted.

“It’s indescribable,” Owen agreed. “I’m going to try two fingers. Let me know if it’s too much.”

Evan would hate to call an end to the fun, but he also knew if he kept quiet, Owen wouldn’t ever trust him to be truthful again. So he needed to do as he was told.

The burn was instant, and he hissed, but he breathed through it, the exhaling helping to lower the pain each time. Owen slid inside, twisting his fingers but not scissoring them. Yet. He pushed against his prostate again, helping him to relax. Evan lost himself to the preparation, finally understanding what it meant when Owen said it was enjoyable, even as it was a little painful. Painful pleasure, he thought he’d said.

His cock was as hard as it had ever been, and he couldn’t keep himself still, even as he tried to. “Fuck, Owen. Just fuck me already!” he ordered.

“I’m getting there, Mr Impatient.”

Owen removed his fingers, and Evan pressed himself back, chasing them. Owen palmed his ass cheeks and squeezed. Then his hands disappeared, and Evan whimpered. Fuckingwhimpered.

Glancing over his shoulders, he watched Owen slick his cock, the squelch as he stroked his shaft loud—and fucking hot—in the otherwise quiet room.

Owen met his gaze and raised his eyebrows. “Ready?”

“About fucking time.”

Owen grinned and positioned himself. Evan froze as he felt the blunt head of his dick resting against his pucker.

“How did I not know how sexy that felt?” he asked.

Owen pressed a little and withdrew, basically massaging his hole with the head of his cock. Evan pressed his head againstthe pillow and lifted his hips slightly. Owen grabbed his hips and dragged him to his knees, and Evan kept his forehead on the bed, opening himself further.

“Ready?”

Evan pressed back in answer, and Owen tightened his hold on his hips and held him still as he pushed forward. The burn was back, and Evan exhaled, fisting the covers. He gasped when he felt his ring give way, and Owen slid part way in.

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