Page 24 of Protecting his Heart

Evan’s eyes darkened. “I like the sound of the second one. Are you joining me?”

“If it will get you to stay there, yes.”

Evan rose, stalking Owen, and Owen stepped backwards as the new look in Evan’s eyes registered. “In the bedroom. Now.”

Owen turned and almost ran. He wasn’t sure what it was about Evan’s tone, but whenever he spoke like that, Owen could do nothing else but comply. He waited beside the bed, not knowing what else Evan wanted. The man couldn’t do much, healing as he was, but when Evan entered the room, Owen sucked in a breath.

“Strip me,” Evan ordered.

Owen did, being careful of his arm, and asked, “Did you take paracetamol?”

Evan nodded but said nothing. Owen continued removing his clothes until Evan was down to his boxers.

“Everything,” he said.

Owen dropped to his knees, guiding the boxers over the rapidly lengthening shaft. He inhaled, wanting so much to taste him but not being able to because Evan hadn’t said he could. When Evan stepped out of the fabric, Owen peered up at him. Evan’s mouth quirked as he stepped away, moving to the bed. Owen tried not to feel upset about it. He turned his head to the side, watching Evan get comfortable on his back on the bed.

“Now strip yourself and make it slow.”

Owen’s stomach fluttered as his hands trembled at the thought of putting on a show for him. He stood, facing Evan, and his hands lifted to the buttons of his shirt, and he slowly unfastened them, one finger extended to slide across his skin as it appeared. He undid the cuffs and shrugged his shoulders, letting the material fall to the floor. Fingering the fastening of his trousers, he flicked it open, slowly lowering the zip, switching between watching Evan’s face and his cock’s reaction to hisshow. When the trousers fell to the floor, he kicked them away, removing his socks before standing there and teasing Evan with his fingers in the waistband of his boxers.

“Remove them,” Evan ordered.

Owen couldn’t get them off fast enough, and when he was fully naked, his cock strained towards his stomach.

“Come here.” Evan crooked a finger. Owen stepped closer. “Straddle me.”

Owen’s throat dried up. “But your arm…”

Evan’s mouth quirked. “That’s why you’re going to do all the work.”

Owen hesitated a second, considering the position and the pressure it might put on Evan’s arm, but it was inevitable he would give in. He climbed onto the bed beside Evan before lifting one leg over his thighs, sitting back on them, with their cocks between them.

Evan reached for him, and Owen leaned forward, making it easier for him. “I know you’re worried, but I’ll keep my arm to the side. That way, you don’t need to be concerned about hurting me, okay?”

Owen exhaled a shaky breath. “Thank you. I would hate it if I made things worse.”

Evan smiled. “You could only make things better, especially when I get my cock in your ass again.”

Owen licked his dry lips. “Yeah?” he whispered, extremely glad they weren’t waiting to get back to the sexy stuff.

Evan didn’t reply, joining their lips in a kiss so filthy Owen couldn’t think about anything at all. Evan’s hand circled Owen’s neck, tightening his hold as he pulled away. “Now get yourself ready while I stroke my dick and watch.”

Owen’s blood heated, and he lost the ability to think for a moment, but then he reached for the bedside table and grabbed the lube. Squirting some on his fingers, he reached behind himto finger his ass, spreading the lube over his pucker before sinking a finger as deep as he could. It burnt. It had been far too long since he’d had someone in there, but he didn’t think about that. He stretched himself as quickly as he could, not wanting to waste any time.

By the time he could take three of his fingers without pain, he was trembling so hard he was struggling to stay upright.

“That’s it. Fuck those fingers for me.” Evan stroked his cock leisurely, grimacing up at Owen, but Owen could see it wasn’t because of his arm. He was on the edge, just like Owen was.

“Please, Sir,” Owen said, using the honorific because it was how he felt about Evan. He was his sir in this situation. “Please fill me.”

“Such good manners. Get me ready.”

Owen pulled his fingers free and reached for more lube, ecstatic to get his hands on Evan’s cock again. There was more lube than he needed, so he wiped it on the bed sheets.

“Put me where you want me,” Evan growled.

Shifting forward a bit, he reached behind him again to hold Evan’s shaft at his entrance. His breath left him as he worked the dick inside him, needing to feel everything. The burn was back, but he didn’t care. He wanted it all. He needed everything Evan could give him.

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