“Prove it,” he challenged, gripping my hand tightly as he all but dragged me to the bedroom.
Game. On.
CHAPTERTEN
TYLER
Owen had been teasingme all weekend, showing me glimpses of how demanding he could be in bed. It made sense, in a way, because he’d been the ideas guy when we were kids too. And I was the one who would happily follow.
Just like I would tonight.
It was a relief to know I didn’t have to take the lead in our sexual encounters. I felt woefully inexperienced compared to him, but it was more than that. Owen was offering me freedom, only I wasn’t sure he realized how long I’d craved someone like him.
Honestly, seeing him fighting to keep his dominant tendencies in check made me realize just how much we’d missed out on. But thinking about that too much made me sad, and there was no room for somber thoughts tonight.
I flicked on the nightstand lamp and stood with my arms at my sides, waiting for Owen to give me another instruction.
“God, you really do want me to show you what it’s like when you surrender control, don’t you?” His expression softened into some intoxicating mixture of love and awe. “If I knew you were this fucking perfect, I would have found my way back to you a hell of a lot sooner.”
I laced my fingers through Owen’s, raising them to my lips. He sighed as I slowly kissed each knuckle. “Neither of us can change the past. We were kids, and there was a lot that was out of our control. Like you said, this is our fresh start. Our do-over, and yes, Owen, there’s no one I’d rather do this with than you.”
“That’s a damn good thing because I’m not interested in thinking about you with anyone but me,” Owen quipped. His eyes hardened and he took a step back. A lump formed in my throat, confused by the sudden chill in the room. “We’re not going to do much tonight, Ty. We’re both too horny and there are things I want to do that require consent when both of us have a clear head. But if you’re serious about wanting a taste, I’m more than willing to give that to you.”
“Please, Owen. I want this. I have for a long time, but I’ve never had the opportunity,” I admitted. The guys who would have been fun for some power play were hook-ups I didn’t trust enough, and the men who’d been more had been as vanilla as me. “Show me, Sir.”
It dawned on me then, that I stood before him naked, since I’d shrugged out of my shirt, while he was still fully dressed. The sense of vulnerability was hot as hell.
Owen seemed to grow taller as he straightened his back and squared his shoulders. “You don’t have to call me Sir. That’s a title I know I need to earn from you. And make no mistake, I will.”
I hadn’t even realized the word had slipped past my lips. I gave him a quick nod to acknowledge I’d heard him. My gaze lowered until the only part of him I could see was his legs. I didn’t need him to work for me to call him Sir. It had been natural. I had wanted to say the word.
And it was time for him to believe I did trust him. Leaving hadn’t been his choice, and I couldn’t say for sure I wouldn’t have reacted the same if our roles had been reversed. He thought he was doing what was best for us, the same as he’d been this entire weekend.
There was one thing I could say that would convey the depths of my faith in him. I swallowed hard, praying this wouldn’t go catastrophically wrong. “I know it’s too fast and something neither of us expected, but I don’t need more time for you to show me that you’re not the same boy who broke my heart when we were kids. And that’s because you’re not him.
“When I saw you standing under the tent, waiting to lay into me for not running on your schedule, I wanted to hate you like I’d told myself for a long time that I did,” I continued, needing to get all of this out. “But I never hated you, Owen. And that’s because I never stopped loving you. The man you are now is all the best parts of the best friend I lost, combined with a confident man who’s learned from the rough road his life has traveled.”
I lifted my gaze, staring directly into his eyes for this part. “I love you, Sir. I don’t know if submitting to you will ever be more than something we play at in the bedroom, but it feels right to know that I’m yours. We might have never kissed if you hadn’t taken the lead when I got cold feet, so it seems right for you to take charge tonight, too.”
Owen wrapped his arms tight enough around my torso that I struggled to breathe but I didn’t care. He buried his face against my neck, and I was pretty sure I felt the wetness of tears on my skin. “I love you, too, Tyler. And if it feels right for you to call me Sir, do it. If there’s a time when you don’t want to, I’m not going to hold you to any sort of protocol right now. It’s enough just to know I’ve got you.”
He cleared his throat and leaned back, brushing the hair away from my face. The kiss he planted between my eyebrows felt almost too chaste given where things were hopefully leading. “I’m proud of you for telling me how you feel. I don’t want that to sound patronizing, I just know it’s never been easy for you. Now, we can either waste the rest of the night talking or you can get on your knees. Which is it going to be?”
Well, that was pretty damn clear. The corner of my mouth tipped up as I lowered myself to the carpet in front of him. It wasn’t graceful by any means, but this wasn’t a porn set. It was just me and the boy I’d been in love with most of my life, and me being clumsy was par for the course.
“Fuck, you look pretty like that,” he praised me. I straightened my spine and folded my hands in my lap. My dick leaked an endless stream of precum. “I should have known you’d be a slut for hearing how much you’ve pleased me. I’ll have to make sure to tell you all the time what a good boy you are for me.”
My brain caught on him calling me boy. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that one. And damn, if Owen wasn’t so tuned in that he noticed my hesitation. “Too much?”
I tipped my head to the side and closed my eyes, replaying his words as well as how I felt hearing them. I was a few months older than him, but what struck me hardest was how not weird it was. I’d thought that was just something that was hot in porn, but nope, I’d do whatever it took to keep being his good boy. “No, Sir. Just caught me off guard, I guess.”
“That’s okay.” He slid a hand to the nape of my neck, massaging gently as he tipped my head back. “You’re a thinker, I get it. Luckily, I’m more likely to be impulsive. That’s what makes us good, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir.” Every time I said the word, it fell off my tongue with less resistance. And Owen’s groan said he liked hearing it, which meant I was going to have my fun, too. I might be willing to surrender to him, but that didn’t mean I would be totally compliant. “Did you just want me on my knees or is there something I can do for you, Sir?”
“Open my pants,” Owen demanded without so much as a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’d planned on taking my time so I didn’t shoot off like a Roman candle as soon as I’m inside you, but if you want to get sassy, maybe I’ll just fill your mouth instead.”
A hard shiver ran through my body. I bit my bottom lip to keep from moaning. My legs spread wider to give my aching balls a bit of room. When I reached down to jerk off, Owen made an unmistakable sound and I placed my hand back on my thigh.
