Never had he feltsogood.
Never.
Crawford was right to have made him wait. Owen’s orgasm was already building, more powerful than everbefore.
“Crawford,” Owen choked. “I’mgonna…”
Crawford didn’t stop. He bobbed his head forward, letting the tip of Owen’s cock into his throat. Owen cried out and grasped at the sheets, squeezingtight.
He was goingtocome.
“Please, please let me,” Owen begged. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to or not—Crawford had never reversed his order, after all. The blow job could have been just another torture to supplement the past week’s flirting. “Crawford, I can’t hold it back, I can’t! Not when you do this. Please, please let me come. I don’t want todisobey.”
Crawford didn’t stop. He eased his head back, then pressed forward all over again. Owen moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. He was almost at his breaking point. The pressure in his balls had reached its peak, and the urge to shoot nearly consumed himwhole.
“Crawford.” Owen’s voice broke. “I can’t… I can’tholdback.”
Crawford didn’t reply. Instead, his tongue swirled around Owen’s shaft and hit a spot that made Owen see stars. Everything clenched. Owen bucked against Crawford’s hands to no availandshot.
“I’m sorry,” Owen choked as he came. Tears fell fast and fat from his eyes, and he squirmed as he drained into Crawford’s mouth. “I’m sorry! I couldn’t help it. You feel so good. You’resogood. I couldn’tholdon.”
It wasn’t until Owen’s cock stopped spitting and Crawford took every drop that Crawford pulled back. Owen’s cock slipped from Crawford’s lips and bobbed, already starting tosoften.
He’d never come so hard before, or shot so much. If he was to be punished for it, that was fine. Owen was at peacewithit.
The transgression wasworthit.
But when Crawford crawled up the bed, he didn’t come across as angry. A smirk stretched his swollen lips, and there was a predatory hunger in his eyes that made Owen tremble and want all at once. He’d just shot, but arousal spiraled through him again. It would be awhile before he could get hard, but that didn’t stop him from wanting Crawford—all of him, not just hismouth.
Crawford’s lingered over him for a moment, looking Owen in the eye. He was still dressed. Owen reached up and snagged the front of his shirt, pulling it downward as a suggestion. The hint was well received, and Crawford lowered himself over Owen so they were chest to chest. Their lips met, and Owen tastedhimself.
It wasbliss.
The kiss was short and chaste. Owen followed Crawford’s lips to ask for more, but before he could close the distance between them, Crawford took him by the chin. His fingers pressed against the sides of Owen’s jaw, and Owen opened his mouth in response. The dull throb of his heart in the aftermath of orgasm gained speed. Owen knew what was going to happen before it did, but it made it no lesssatisfying.
Crawford sealed their lips together and fed Owen hisspilledseed.
Owen moaned into Crawford’s mouth. His tongue rose to stroke along Crawford’s, the bitter taste of ejaculate connecting them. Once more, Owen locked his hands around the back of Crawford’s head. The kiss deepened. Their tongues danced as Owen swallowed what he’d beengiven.
He’d come, but the message in Crawford’s kiss was clear—the night wasn’toveryet.
* * *
It took halfan hour before Owen was hard again, but the wait didn’t deter Crawford. They kissed and touched, teasing each other and stripping Crawford of his clothes, until Owen’s cock rose back to its fullpotential.
Crawford was gentle. Owen never imagined that someone so heavily invested in the BDSM community could be tender, but Crawford was attentive to his needs and eager toplease.
Owen couldn’t have beenhappier.
The collar remained around his neck even when his skin started to grow moist. Owen would wash later. As long as he was in Crawford’s bed, delighting in his touch, he was owned. The collar would notcomeoff.
The counselor and omega advocate inside of him bemoaned the idea, but the truth was, Owen was having a good time. Crawford awoke a facet of his personality long dormant, and Owen was richer for indulginginit.
“Good boy,” Crawford murmured when Owen’s erection brushed against his thigh. “That’s what I wanted. Nowrollover.”
Owen was on his back, arms hooked around Crawford’s neck as they kissed and rubbed against each other. As comfortable as he was, he didn’t argue. With a final kiss, he wormed around so he lay on his stomach. The length of Crawford’s cock rested against his ass, and Owen pushed against itgingerly.
Hewantedit, but he knew that Crawford was the one incontrol.
