Page 20 of Curious

Chapter Six

Owen’s groan was guttural when Jeremy opened his mouth over his erection. “Yes.” He gripped Jeremy’s head between his hands and rocked forward with shallow thrusts. “Christ, you’re a sexy bastard. I’m still mad at you but I can’t resist this. I’m out of control and I’m not sure I like it. It’s never happened before. Not like this. Jesus, you’re sucking me so good, I know you love it. Ah…yeah, damn it, just like that.”

Jeremy moaned. He did love it. Loved Owen’s taste, loved how tightly he gripped his head, setting the pace and making Jeremy take every thick inch. And the things he was saying made him so hard he ached. It made him want to come more than he wanted to breathe. He wanted to make Owen come and know he’d driven him that wild. To know he wasn’t alone in this obsession.

Owen took one of his hands off Jeremy’s head and pressed it against the wall for balance as his hips started to pump faster, deeper into Jeremy’s mouth.

“God, that’s hot,” he muttered. “This is what that asshole wanted. I could see the way he was looking at you. If he knew how talented your tongue is, how big your cock is, I might have had to fight him for you.” He inhaled shakily when Jeremy reached up to cup his tight sac. “I would have. I swear I was ready to drag him outside in front of everyone, because this is mine. I want it more than he does. I want it all the time.”

Oh God.Jeremy moaned, sucking harder.

“You like hearing that? Then I’ll tell you more. I want to wake up with this mouth on me. Keep you tied up and under my damn desk at work so I can have you sucking me off all fucking day.”

Jeremy was trembling at the images Owen created, one hand pressed hard against his own erection as he relaxed his throat and took Owen deeper.

“And then at night,” Owen rasped, his breath coming in rapid pants as he sped closer to his climax. “At night, if you’re good, I’ll let you take me. Throw me down and fuck me the way I know you want to. I’ve been thinking about that too. Do you want to know what’s filling my ass right now? What I bought two days ago so I could get ready for you? Oh, Jesus, Jeremy. Don’t stop.” His thrusts were fast now, desperate. “It’s so good. Fuck.”

Jeremy’s own shout was muffled around Owen’s hot flesh as he came in his pants like a teenager with his first hard-on when the salty release filled his mouth.

Want you, baby. Need to get inside. Need you.

After a few minutes where they were both recovering, Jeremy leaned back and looked down, swearing when he saw the wet spot on his jeans. Owen helped him stand, looking flushed and sexy and absolutely shameless about what they’d just done.

“Jeremy.” Owen squeezed his hand, rubbed his arms gently. “That was amazing.”

Jeremy was still recovering. Owen had liked seeing him on his knees in the alley. Jesus, right here in the alley.

“I can’t go back into the pub like this, damn it. Your sister—” He gestured toward his pants.

“I’ll handle that,” Owen assured him calmly, adjusting himself and zipping up his jeans before running his hands through his hair. “You’re going to go to the parking lot, get in your car and drive straight home to wait for me. I’ll be right behind you.”

“Bossy son of a bitch,” Jeremy muttered, thrown by the intensity of his reaction, and how quickly he’d given in despite his decision not to. “Who invited you?”

“We still need to talk.” Owen leaned into him and kissed his neck, scraping his teeth along the tight cords of muscle. “You don’t like that you like it, I know,” he whispered. “But we’ll both like what you get for doing what I say. I promise.”

He walked away and Jeremy shoved his hands in his pockets, cursing himself for his weakness. He couldn’t stop this train, even though he knew it was destined to go off the rails. Jeremy didn’t have much control when it came to Owen. All the man had to do was look at him the right way or say a word and he laid it all at his damn feet. Ending this would be the smart thing. The safe thing. But Owen would have to be the one to do it, and right now, it looked like that was the last thing he wanted.

Jeremy drove back to his house, thinking about what Owen had said. While he’d been trying to back off and give him an out, his stubborn lover had gotten a plug to stretch his ass for Jeremy’s cock.

He had it in right now.

His best friend wanted to be his lover. Wanted him.

He pulled his truck into the driveway and shut off the ignition, sitting in the dark and letting it sink in. Owen wanted Jeremy to fuck him. One erotic fantasy after another played out in his head. Lifting Owen against the wall, his legs over Jeremy’s arms as he lowered him onto his cock. Taking Owen on the floor, in the shower, the sound of his cries as he came.

Jeremy unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper, pulling out the dick that was already growing hard again as he let his dreams play out. Owen said he was obsessed? He couldn’t possibly have it as bad as Jeremy.

“Owen,” he murmured, stroking himself. “You’re tight, baby. Gonna fuck your ass so hard.”

But he knew when he was done Owen wouldn’t be able to leave well enough alone. He’d have to have his turn. Jeremy groaned, knowing that he would resist, and that he would eventually give in—because he wanted it more than he’d ever thought possible. With Owen. Only with Owen.

A conversation from the other night had him imagining Owen on top. Being pinned down as Owen demanded his submission, whispering filthy things in his ear as he took what he wanted.

“This is mine. Tell me, Jeremy. Tell me this ass belongs to me. Beg me to fuck it. Beg me to stuff this greedy hole with my cock.”

“Yours,” Jeremy mumbled, pressing his head back against the seat as his hand worked his shaft. “Please. Only you.”

The knock on his window made him jump like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Or a teenage boy caught with his hand down his pants.

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