Owen's hand skimmed up the back of my neck. "Baby, no. You don't haveto."
"I want to," I said, my eyes trained on his thick shaft. With his thighs trembling and flexing under my hands, I dragged my tongue up his cock. He was hot and delicious, and I wasted no time taking him in mymouth.
"Goddamn," Owenhissed.
I pushed a finger inside him, just past the rim, and he howled. Actually fuckinghowled. His hips jerked away from the tree trunk, thrusting into my mouth. His hands were in my hair and his thigh was stiff under my free hand. He was leaking and twitching in small, quick pulses. Just like waves at lowtide.
I kissed down his length and across his sac. "Good?" I asked, glancing up athim.
"Would it be cliché to tell you I love you right now?" he asked. "Because I do. I really fuckingdo."
My world lit up then, a riot of heat and joy, and a fullness, like being swaddled in a tight embrace. The words were burning on my tongue, but I couldn't offer them in return until I was certain he meant them. Owen wasn't one for hyperbole but I had to besure.
"No clichés," I replied, smiling against his thigh. "My blowjobs arethatgood."
"Get up here," Owen ordered, hooking his hands under my arms and urging me off theground.
When I pushed to my feet, he took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. He nipped at my tongue, bit my lip, and I bit right back. His pants were still tangled around his ankles, and I stole this opportunity to slide my fingers along hisseam.
"I want to fuck you right here but I don't think tree sap makes for the best lube," Isaid.
I felt Owen smile against my neck. "Let's not do that," he said. "The tree sap lube, that is. I quite enjoy natural products, but that's over the line for me. The rest of it soundsgreat."
I rubbed my free hand up and down his chest, pawing at him. "You want me to fuckyou?"
"The answer to that question has always been yes," he said. "Always willbe."
After another biting kiss, I turned him around in my arms. My hips rolled against his backside, my cock right between his cheeks while I stroked him. I was cross-eyed and crazy with lust, andthis closeto spitting into my palm and fucking himraw.
Rarely did I feel the desire to take a man like this, but with Owen, I had a desperate, panting need that I felt rising up from deep within me. I wanted to have him, bewithhim in every place possible way, brand him as myown.
"That settles it," I said. "I'm taking my man homenow."
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Outward Bound
adj. Leaving the safety of port, heading out to openocean.
Owen
This wasthenight.
The one when I came out—all the way out—to thetown.
The one when we made a tradition out of blowjobs in thewoods.
The one when I confessed my love for Cole and didn't have a nervous breakdown when he laughed off mywords.
And also the one when Cole led me into the bedroom, stripped me naked, and guided me to the bed so he could tease me with his tongue for approximately nine years while I dissolved into a bright, shimmering disaster of love and need and hope. Now, I was gasping and quivering, on the verge of goddamn tears as he pushed inside me. It wasn't pain that dampened my eyes but an ache, a spasm far inside me that only grew as I watched his cock sliding into my body. I loved this man, I loved him more than Iunderstood.
"How's that?" Cole asked, shifting his hips a bit as he inched in. His eyes were hooded, his teeth pressed into his lower lip, his breath coming in shallow pants. "Tell me it's good because you feelamazing."
"Good, good," I said, gasping as he stretched me. My cock was weeping all over my belly but I couldn't focus on anything but the glorious pressure between my legs. "Keep going. You're doing great, baby. You'reperfect."
He stared at me, smiling like he knew a secret, and I was absolutely helpless. But I was the one with the secret. My sweet, silly man with his clumsiness and his arrogant streak. He was everything to me, and I was dying to be everything tohim.
Cole ran his hand up the back of my thigh, pushing it closer to my chest as he seated himself. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back. For a moment, neither of us moved. He blew out a breath and gripped my thighs hard, as if he needed an anchor to hold himself back. I didn't wantthat.
