Page 39 of Curious

Owen’s body curved over his back, one hand lifting to grip Jeremy’s shoulder. “Jesus, look at us. Look at us, Jeremy.”

Through blurred vision he saw the erotic tableau. Blond and dark. Lean and large. Day and night entwined together, both reaching for something. Desperate for more.

Owen started moaning as he thrust inside him, deep long strokes that made Jeremy see stars instead of their reflection. “You feel so good,” he groaned. “Tight and hot and God, it feels like I’ve waited forever to feel this. To be inside you. Fuck, finally. I can’t believe you lasted as long as you did without a condom. I never want to put one on again.”

Jeremy was all nerve endings and sensations. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe.

Breathe.

“Hard.”

“What did you say, Jeremy?”

“Harder, please.”

Owen’s hips responded instantly to the request, powering against him. “Like that?” The hand on his shoulder lifted and tangled in Jeremy’s hair, yanking roughly until he was forced to tilt his head back. Tingling electricity shot up Jeremy’s spine at the action. “You want a hard fucking? Want me to pound your ass for a change?”

“Please,” he gasped. “Please, Owen.”

“If I didn’t need it so bad, I’d make you wait. Drive you crazy. But you’re too good, Jeremy. It’s never been this—God, yes!”

There were no more words as Owen took him with a ferocity that might have surprised Jeremy if he wasn’t so lost in his own pleasure.

Love you, baby. Love you inside me. Love you so much.

Owen groaned, his hands clenching tight in Jeremy’s hair. “I’m coming. I can’t wait—Jesus, I can’t—Jeremy.”

He could feel the hot spurts of Owen’s climax filling his ass, loved the stretch as his cock kept pumping inside him as if it couldn’t bear to stop. Then Owen’s hand was on him, stroking the erection that was so hard it hurt, sliding up and down until he came with a shout that rattled the storm-soaked windows.

Dark spots filled his vision and he started to shake. He didn’t know which end was up or what he was feeling. It was too much. He couldn’t control it.

“I’m here, Jeremy. I’ve got you.” Owen’s hushed words calmed him, and his gentle hands felt like they were the only things tethering him to the wildly spinning earth.

When he pulled him into his arms, Jeremy realized Owen must have taken the cuffs off. When he laid him on the bed—how had they gotten to the bedroom?—he rolled on his side and watched Owen disappear into the bathroom.

He came back with a cool, wet washcloth, lying beside Jeremy and gliding the cloth over his shoulders, his back, the tender cheeks of his ass.

“That’s nice,” he whispered, staring at the pulse beating at the base of Owen’s throat. He felt a bit like he did the one time he got high at Comic-Con. “When Tasha talked about it, I always thought aftercare sounded strange. But that’s what this is, right? You’re taking care of me.”

Owen’s lips tilted in amusement and he nodded. “Yes I am. You deserve to be taken care of, Jeremy. You never ask for it, but I don’t think I know anyone who deserves it more. You gave me a gift today. Gave me everything I asked for. It was so good I’m already planning on doing it again. But right now it’s all about you. See how nice it can be when you let someone stick around after?”

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“Which part?”

Any of it. Jeremy couldn’t believe any of it. Not one day since Owen’s birthday. A wave of vulnerability washed over him. Was Owen going to leave now that he’d made sure Jeremy would never be satisfied with anyone else? Was their friendship going to follow him out the door, too shattered by everything they’d done to ever be the same?

Will he break my heart? Does he want more than sex?

Calloused fingers gripped his chin and lifted until he was looking into Owen’s light blue eyes. “Where’d you go? Talk to me. I need to know how you’re feeling. The drop can be pretty steep after that adrenaline rush.”

Jeremy shook his head. “I’m fine.”

“You can’t fool me, Jeremy. I know there’s something going on up there.”

“Just a question.” He reached up and placed his hand on Owen’s bare hip, needing to touch him. Needing to distract him and desperate to lighten the mood. “Would it be gay if I asked you to hold me?”

Owen’s surprised laughter fell on him like drops of unadulterated sunshine. He pulled Jeremy into his arms, still chuckling. “I’ll hold you as long as you need me to, joker. I’m not going anywhere.”

God, he wished that were true.

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