Page 86 of The Big Fix

I sat up and looked at him.

“I want to fuckin’ have you, Jared. Do you understand?”

I nodded.

“I want to shove my tongue so far up your ass that you’re going to scream my name so loud, you’ll be embarrassed to look your friends in the face the next day.”

I groaned and fell back on the bed.

He dropped down beside me, head propped on his hand, staring at me. “I want you under me more than anything, and right now I feel like if I keep kissing you and touching you, you’ll cave and let me, and that’s not what I want.”

“You want me to beg you,” I stated, meeting his gaze.

“No,” he said, chuckling. “I want you to trust me with your body and know that to me, you’re a gift that I will never, ever give back.”

I felt the tears coming, and I didn’t want him to see, so I turned my head.

“You can’t hide,” he told me, his mouth on the side of my neck, then on my jaw, before I rolled my head back so he could kiss me. His tongue recaptured mine, rubbing, pushing, as his hand worked the button and zipper loose on my shorts.

“Owen,” I rasped between kisses and bites, the sucking on my bottom lip so very hot.

His fingers slipped under the waistband of my briefs, and then he took hold of my cock, gripping gently, his thumb sliding through the precum at the tip.

“Can I taste that?” he asked, working my flesh.

“Yes,” I barely got out.

Moving fast, he knelt on the floor, reaching up, yanking my shorts and briefs down to my knees, then leaning forward and taking me to the back of his throat in one long seamless glide. I cried out his name, unable to look away for even a second as my cock slipped between his lips, almost letting me slide free before taking me in again, his face in my crotch, swallowing me to the root, his lips stretched wide around me.

Watching him, his pleasure, seeing the desire riding him, made me euphoric. He pulled back and took hold of me, licking and laving, his tongue tracing the veins, sucking on the head and then on my balls before he pressed on the back of my thighs, pushing, lifting to lick over my crease. I couldn’t stop the spasm of my body.

“Oh, you’re gonna come apart when I have you,” he growled before deep throating me, and I wanted to thrust, to push up into the wet heat, but I stayed still.

He moved my hands then, put both on his head, and when I clutched at his hair, he moaned decadently. I held him still then and bucked up, using him, pushing in, deeper with each thrust, feeling the clenching of my muscles, the bearing down, chasing my release. When his hands gripped my thighs, tightly, possessively, I gasped at the sensation, knowing I was close.

“Owen, you have to—”

But he only closed his eyes and sucked.

It was too much. I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex, and this was Owen, whom I realized I not only loved, but was in love with. How could I not be? He was perfect, and he loved me with all his heart.

I came hard, pumping down the back of his throat, and he drank it all and stayed there like no one ever had, worshipping my body until the aftershocks subsided and my spent cock slipped from between his perfect lips.

My gaze was riveted on him as he rose, and I saw the wet spot on the front of his board shorts. He’d come giving me a blowjob. I was undone.

He collapsed into my open arms, and when his lips met mine, I tasted myself on his tongue. I held him close to my heart and kissed him breathless.

“You’re not going to get out of talking to me just because you sexed me up,” Owen murmured into my skin, licking the side of my neck before gently taking a bite.

“I feel like you want to eat me,” I croaked out, not used to speaking so freely with a lover. This was all new for me.

“That’s because I’ve wanted to put my hands and mouth all over you since I moved in,” he confessed. “The first morning I was there, you came out in sleep shorts and a T-shirt, barely awake, hair standing up, squinting at me—and I could scarcely breathe.”

But he was the beautiful one, with his gold skin and the dusting of freckles across his nose, the full, plump lips and smiling eyes. Just looking at him rendered me mute.

“You touch me all the time, Jared. Do you know you do that?”

I shook my head.