Page 93 of Just A Little Magic

“This isn’t love bombing. This is making a place for you in my home because I want you here permanently. Being with you every day and being your Da is what makes me happy. There’s never been anyone who makes me feel good about myself like I do with you. I want to be more for you. You’re my person. If I’m not that person for you, I’ll accept it, but it doesn’t change anything on my end.”

I’d barely finished my monologue before Owen launched himself at me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I grunted at the unexpected weight, staggering back against the doorjamb.

I put my hands on his ass and lifted him higher for a better grip. Owen peppered my face with kisses, but when he finally planted one on my lips, I immediately parted them so his sweet tongue could plunge into my mouth.

All the worry and dread that had constricted my chest loosened. I had an armful of a boy who didn’t hate me and, judging by his plumped cock, might even like me a little. Owen drew back and gulped in air, but I missed his taste and followed him for another quick kiss.

“Bear, no one has ever done anything close to this for me.” He stopped to give me a few more firm kisses beforeadding, “I still don’t love the auction thing, but I know you were just trying to… Actually, I don’t know what you were trying to do.”

“Babe, do you seriously think I’m going to let the guy I’ve been in love with casually auction himself off on a date with someone else?”

“Cheating to win isn’t winning,” Owen said primly, which was quite a feat considering his current perch was being wrapped around my body and grinding his semi against my stomach. “But I’m gonna need you to promise no more grand gestures that involve conspiring behind my back.”

“Done.”

Owen wiggled out of my arms until his feet were back on the floor. Once steadied, he took my hand and led me to the center of the room, where he dropped to his knees on the shaggy rug. Without a word, he undid the row of buttons on my fly while keeping his raised eyes glued to mine.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

“Sucking your dick.”

I carded my fingers through Owen’s hair, and he moved his head a bit to create more friction with my fingers. Still silent, he reached inside and pulled my already hard cock out. It wasn’t a second before he fell on my dick, and I was fucking gone.

Owen skipped all the teasing and edging and swallowed me in one motion. With one hand, he grasped my thigh, and with his other, he rolled my heavy balls in his goddamn magical fingers.

I threw back my head with a guttural moan. When I looked down again, Owen’s eyes were still trained on me. My hips worked a steady pace into his mouth while his tongue swirled around my cock. He was a slobbery mess, and I loved to see it.

“Baby, get your cock out and get naked. I wanna see you.”

While he did what I asked, I stepped away from him longenough to shed the rest of my clothes. Fuck, he was beautiful. His body was soft in the places mine wasn’t, with a smattering of dark hair that covered his arms and legs. His honey-gold eyes made me forget my own damned name.

I dropped to my knees in front of Owen and slipped the head of his dark-red cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the glans to pick up all the sticky drops that accumulated there. Owen’s hands rested on my shoulders, and he made the tiniest protest noises. I immediately pulled off.

“You okay?”

Owen looked vexed. If I didn’t know better, I might have expected him to stamp his foot.

“I was supposed to be the one sucking you off, but now you’re doing it and I’m not.”

I fucking loved that pouty tone I so rarely got to hear from him. It was freaking adorable.

“I gotchu, babe.”

With a quick maneuver, I leaned back and took Owen with me until he was sitting aside my broad chest.

“Flip around, and I’m all yours.”

Owen’s delightfully wicked grin triggered my own before he repositioned himself over me. With his legs on either side of my head, I pulled his cock back into my mouth and began to suck. Owen gasped and then swallowed my cock. Neither of us was capable of talking beyond that point. Owen swirled his tongue around me, mimicking my movements.

We bucked and ground against each other in a desperate attempt to find release. Owen’s movements became more erratic as he inched closer to the edge. My hands gripped his thighs as I furiously worked to help him over the cliff. When his body finally stiffened, I was rewarded with a splash of cum on my tongue, followed by pulsing ropes down my throat.

With only two more strokes, my release spilled down Owen’s throat. My body trembled and stars burst behind my eyes.

“Bear?”

“Yeah, babe?” I croaked out.

“Thank you for my room.”

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