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I was there to be worshipped, according to Owain. But the idea that I was there to be used for his pleasure had heat spreading through my stomach and my toes curling.

Owain shoved at my tank uselessly and I chuckled into his mouth. “Not coming off unless you rip it, love. Or untie me.”

Owain groaned in frustration, settling for pushing the fabric up my chest under my arms so my chest was exposed. He leaned down to kiss it, his plump arse grinding over my cock, which was now resting against my stomach.

I rocked up into the movement, groaning as I sank further into the valley between those cheeks. I needed to fuck him now. No, I needed him to fuck me now.

“There’s lube in the side drawer and condoms in my duffel,” I panted.

Owain tried to reach the lube while kissing my stomach, but his arms weren’t long enough. He groaned and lunged to the side, tearing the drawer open and grabbing it before sitting back up on my lap, victorious.

“Condoms?” I reminded him.

Owain looked at my duffel all the way across the room, then back at me shyly. “Do we have to?”

All higher functions in my brain stopped.

“You want me to fuck you bare?”

“I don’t have anything,” Owain said hastily, squeezing my side. “I got tested while I was with Seth to try and prove I hadn’t…you know, fucked his friends. We broke up pretty soon after that and didn’t have sex. I haven’t been with anything but my toys since. So if you’re clear…”

“I am,” I said, still a little stunned. “I’ve…never actually fucked someone raw before.”

“Do you want to?” Owain asked, wiggling on me like he desperately hoped the answer was yes.

With anyone else, I would have said no. I had said no.

I liked sleeping around too much, and despite what my mum believed, I didn’t actually want to require a trip to the clinic.

But being inside Owain without a barrier?

Owain asking for it?

Wanting to use me like that?

My dick squirted out another drop of precum just at the notion, and Owain must have felt it because he lifted up and looked down between his legs to where it was pooling against my stomach. Then he sat back and licked it.

I bashed my head back against the headboard. “Fuck. Yes, yes. I want you to fuck yourself on me until I fill that pretty arse up so much you’ll be dripping with my cum.”

Owain moaned, moving up to share my taste with me. It was so fucking hot.

“I want that too.”

It was music to my ears. I bit his lip before he could pull away from me. “Then line yourself up, pretty boy.”

Owain pulled back and fumbled with the lube, squirting far too much all over my dick and his fingers. He reached behind himself and began opening himself up, doing a half-arsed job at best.

“Need some help?” I asked.

“Stay still and let me do all the work,” he instructed me.

His eagerness fuelled my desire, and when he almost immediately grasped my lube-covered cock to hover over it, I didn’t have it in me to say no.

I was at his disposal, after all.

He started to sink down, and something about him fully undressed, his belly smeared with precum, and me still in my sweaty tank top did things to me that would irrevocably change me as a person.

Fantasies and kinks rearranged themselves on the spot. My top five sexual experiences got a major reshuffle to accommodate Owain fucking me bare while I could do nothing but take it.