Page 37 of Curious

Still on his knees, Owen moved until he was beside Jeremy’s hip, one hand firmly on his lower back. He paused long enough that Jeremy looked up at the television screen. Owen’s expression as he stared at the body beside him was gratifying.

“Like what you see, Master Finn?”

“Oh yeah.” Owen’s low groan sent a jolt of hard pleasure through his body. “Fuckable art,” he murmured, reminding Jeremy of that first night. “Are your eyes on the screen, Jeremy?”

“Yes.”

His tone hardened. “Keep them there and don’t move unless I tell you to.”

He could hear the wet sounds of Owen lubricating the wand, and then he felt the cool liquid between the cheeks of his ass and Owen’s fingers massaging and pressing against his sphincter. Oh God, he thought, biting his cheek hard. Oh God, he’s really going to do this.

The stinging smack of a palm on his ass cheek made Jeremy flinch. His skin warmed, then heated when Owen landed a few more blows in the exact same spot. His mouth opened in surprise when he felt Owen’s teeth and the swipe of his tongue there as well, intensifying the sensations. What was he doing? That felt… “Jesus.”

“Watch me, Jeremy,” Owen commanded, using one hand to spread his ass as the other guided the tip of the wand to his tight hole. “Watch me while I’m watching this.”

He knew from the moment the first smooth, round bead pushed inside him that he wouldn’t be able to obey. But he tried. He saw Owen guiding the wand into his ass. He’d gotten it for the sole purpose of using it on him. Fucking him.

Whatever you want, Owen. Don’t stop.

The next bead stretched him and popped inside and he clenched his fists.

Deeper, baby. Go deeper.

Owen dragged it back slowly before pushing it inside again and adding the third, thicker bead.

“Oh God,” Jeremy moaned softly.

“Is something exciting happening on the screen?” Owen’s voice was deep. Distracted. “I don’t know if it can top this show. I can’t take my eyes off your ass. I want to see how much it can take.”

Jeremy had to breathe out forcefully when the fourth knob slid inside and then out as Owen pulled the wand back again. He started to fuck him with it like that, just the first four beads, in and out in shallow thrusts.

He was teasing Jeremy, knowing he was waiting for the rest. Jeremy pushed his hips back when Owen thrust again, taking in the fifth bead with a groan. “Fuck.”

Owen spanked him in that spot, the spot that still tingled. “Did I tell you to move?”

“No.”

Owen’s palm landed again and again at the same time he was thrusting the sixth and seventh beads inside Jeremy’s ass.

“Owen!” Jeremy screamed. “Fuck, that’s…”

“That’s nothing, Jeremy.” He started to shaft him with the wand in long, slow strokes. His expression on the screen was focused, his cheeks flushed. “You can take it if I can. This isn’t anything compared to being stuffed with your monster cock. Pressed into the ground and hammered until you aren’t sure you’ll be able to stay conscious.”

“I’m sorry,” Jeremy gasped, tilting his hips to accept his punishment. God, it felt good. “I told you I was sorry, Owen.”

Owen bit his shoulder hard, reaching underneath Jeremy with his free hand and wrapping a fist around his erection. “You should be sorry. You probably will be. Do you know why?”

Jeremy shook his head, grunting when Owen pushed the eighth bead—so fucking big—inside his ass.

“Because I loved it,” he whispered, pausing to let Jeremy adjust to the fullness. “I shouldn’t have. You took away all my control and fucked me so hard I walked with a limp the next day, but I loved it. I was right about you and primal play, Jeremy. I just didn’t think about how hot it would make me to be your prey.”

“Jesus, Owen.”

He started dragging the wand back slowly, one bead at a time. So damn slow. “I came in the dirt like a hard-up kid and realized that everything I believed about myself had shifted. I’m an open-minded guy. I’m about pleasure, not labels. But I never thought I was a catcher, either, Jeremy. Not until you. Even now, when I’ve got you trussed up and completely under my control, I want it again. I’ll be honest, it’s been messing with my head.”

“So this is payback?” Jeremy gasped out when only the last, small bead remained inside him and Owen was gripping the base of his shaft tight. “Not that I mind. It is your turn.”

“This is pleasure, Jeremy. This is us. I’m a little competitive, I admit that. But you are too.” He removed the wand and set it on the towel. “You’re also as curious as I am. You’ve been wondering about my paddle since I brought it up that first night. Wondering if you’d enjoy what I can do to you as much as I’ve loved what you’ve done to me.”

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