Page 45 of Protecting his Heart

“You look beautiful on your knees for me, bruised lips, wild hair, glassy eyes. Only I can see you like this.” Owen didn’t reply. It hadn’t been a question. “Take me out.”

Owen’s fingers fumbled with the button and zip of his jeans, but eventually got them open and his boxers down enough for his cock to stretch for the ceiling. His mouth watered, but he didn’t make a move to suck him, as much as he wanted to. He licked his lips, though, and then transferred his gaze back to Evan’s face.

A slight curve to Evan’s lips was all the amusement he saw before Evan’s hands gripped Owen’s hair and pulled him closer. “Hands behind your back and lick.”

Owen’s tongue was out before he’d even registered the order, and he licked every inch he could reach without using his hands. His saliva ran down his chin in rivulets, but he didn’t care. His eyes darted from the red, straining erection in front of him to Evan’s eyes, watching as his expression tightened with every millimetre that his arousal grew.

“My balls,” Evan growled.

Owen used his chin to push the jeans and boxers down further, exposing him further, and then focused his attention on the sacs. It would’ve been easier with his hands, but his tongue seemed to do a fine job of it, especially when he focused on the area between them.

“Suck them,” Evan said, his voice hoarse.

Gladly.He opened his mouth as wide as he could and sucked, using his tongue as well. Then he transferred to the other one. His cock was pressing against the zip of his jeans, and he felt so close to coming handsfree.

Evan pulled on his hair, and his ball popped free. “Go to the bedroom, undress and wait for me on your back on the bed.”

“Yes, Sir,” he said, scrambling to his feet and racing to the bedroom—Owen’s bedroom, as that seemed to be where they tended to go whenever they were together. He undressed in record time, putting his clothes on the chair to sort out later, and climbed onto the bed, flopping to his back. His chest heaved, hiseyes darted to the door and ceiling alternately, and he needed—god, how he needed—everything that Evan was hopefully going to give him.

“So well behaved,” Evan said as he entered.

Owen wasn’t sure where he was supposed to look, so he locked gazes with Evan again. His lover grabbed the lube from the bedside table and tossed it to the bed.

“Get yourself stretched while I get undressed. Be quick about it. I don’t have time to waste.”

Owen’s heart pounded so hard he thought it would jump right out of his chest, but he grabbed the lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Spreading his legs, he reached between his legs to his hole, his body already shivering in anticipation. Evan’s eyes were on him even as he pulled the T-shirt over his head. Owen massaged, pressed and stretched his channel as much as he could in the time it took Evan to undress, and when the man crawled between his legs and batted his hands away, Owen’s stomach fluttered.

“Keep your legs high.”

Evan didn’t bother checking his hole to see if he was ready, and Owen loved it. His master held his cock at his pucker and pushed. One long, steady thrust, where he slid through any resistance Owen might have had, until his balls hit Owen’s ass. Owen bit his lip, trying to keep his groan contained.

“Fuck, you feel so tight.”

Evan’s fingers gripped Owen’s nipple as he withdrew and slammed back in again. The pleasure/pain balance was exquisite, and Owen’s eyes watered at how good it felt. His hands kept slipping against the back of his thighs, but he repositioned them again, keeping his legs high. Evan changed his position, and Owen saw stars, the man nailing his prostate with each thrust.

“Ah, there we go,” Evan grunted. “Just the right spot.”

Owen’s orgasm tingled down his spine. “Please, Sir?”

Evan kept up the speed. “Please, what?”

“Please, can I come? Please? I’m not sure I can hold on.” Owen licked his lips, his breathing choppy.

“You can hold on a bit longer.”

Owen wasn’t sure about that, but he tried. He closed his eyes, blocking out the sight of Evan destroying his hole.

“Look at me! Look at us,” Evan ordered, and Owen’s eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze. Then Evan lowered his eyes to where their bodies joined, and Owen followed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, his control right on the edge of slipping.

“That’s it. See how well we fit? No one can give you this,” Evan said, slamming his hips forward. The slap of skin heightened Owen’s arousal further.

“Please! Oh, fuck, please!”

Evan let go of Owen’s nipple, and a tingling sensation flooded the area. “Come for me,” Evan ordered, and Owen let out an undignified screech as his climax barrelled through him. His eyelids fluttered closed, his hearing disappeared, everything went offline while waves of pleasure washed over him.

When he came back, his brain filtered things in slowly. The complete relaxation of his body. The scent of sex. The sound of panting. The taste of sweat on his lips. And finally, when his eyes opened, the sight of Evan on top of him, waiting to meet his gaze.

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