Owen—God love him—chose that moment to cross his arms over his thickchest.
"You say that like it's a bad thing. It's not. I'll teach you anything you need to learn," he said, his dick pointing straight at me. He reached out, his knuckles skimming down the line of my jaw. "You did just fine, littleprince."
I didn't know what it was about his acceptance and affection, but it gave me wings. I wasted no time backing him to the bed, flattening him against the quilt, and taking his cock in my mouth. I couldn't remember the last time I'd sucked someone off but what I lacked in talent, I made up for in enthusiasm. I was eager to have this—and him—and I packed years of need and loneliness, desire and relief, into every roll of mytongue.
I sucked him deep and hard, and his hands were everywhere. Tight around my shoulders. Rubbing my scalp. Stroking my jaw. And then his hand found mine. Our fingers laced together, our eyes met. Seeing him there, his eyes narrowed as I brought him to the edge, his hips rolling against the bed as he fucked my mouth, it turned me on like nothingelse.
And it had Owen erupting like ageyser.
"You taste like the ocean," I murmured after I'd swallowed every pulsing spurt. "I likedit."
"That's the right answer," Owen said, a sated laugh ringing in his words. His hand was on my shoulder and he squeezed, pulling me closer. "Come here. I want to play with you a little before I fuckyou."
I peered up at him from between his thick thighs. "What?"
"Is that all right?" he asked, edging up on an elbow. "Or do you need to take abreak?
"No." I was kneeling at his feet, my arms around his waist and my cheek pillowed on the warm skin above his knee where his tan and freckles faded away. He smelled like sex and dirt, and it was the truest moment I'd ever lived. This was the only place I wanted to be. If I closed my eyes and concentrated on the thrum of his pulse under my ear, I could keep this. "No," Irepeated.
Owen sat up, his brows furrowing as he moved. "No, it's not all right?" he asked, his fingers rubbing the back of my neck. "Or no, you don't need abreak?"
I tilted my head to get a better look at him. "What? I didn't catch any ofthat."
He hummed to himself and pushed his fingers through my hair. "Are you sure you're not too drunk forthis?"
I shook my head. "Not drunk at all. Notanymore."
Owen hooked his arm around my torso and hauled me onto the bed. "That helps, Isuppose."
I sat beside him and rested my head on his shoulder. "I'm just a little—I don't know.Dazed?"
"Dick drunk?" heoffered.
"Probably, yes." I laughed, and waved toward his crotch. "How could I not be? With allthat?"
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, laughing. He kissed my forehead and dropped his hand onto my chest, pushing me back. "Get on your belly. I want to spend some time with yourass."
That was all I needed to hear. It waseverythingI needed to hear. I crawled to the middle of the bed, my skin burning under the heat of Owen's gaze. His fingertips brushed over the back of my calf and up my leg. A shiver started at my shoulders and moved through mybody.
"Something you like?" Owenasked.
One finger traced the seam of my knee. His touch was barely there but the anticipation only doubled the impact. "Mmhmm," I murmured against the quilt. The rhythm was slow but purposeful. He wanted me to know how he'd tease meelsewhere.
The mattress dipped at my waist. He planted his hand near my shoulder, brushed his lips over my neck. "Then I'll keep going," he said, his breath warm on myskin.
I shivered again. "Please."
Owen dragged his lips down my spine, licking and kissing as he passed each notch. "You're fucking golden," hewhispered.
"And you like that?" I asked. "That I'mgolden?"
I felt him nod, his scruff scraping over the tender part of my flank. Goose bumps rippled over my skin. "Love it," he murmured. "I've always wanted my very own Californiaboy."
For the first time, I glanced back at him. He didn't notice. His cock was jutting out from his body. He was thick and throbbing, the head shiny with a dot of arousal. "I can't believe you're hard again," Isaid.
"Why not? Haven't you seenyourself?"
He moved to my waist, his hands locked around my hips, and hiked me up. His palms smoothed down my back and over my ass, his thumbs sliding between my crease with enough pressure to have my breath shudderingout.
