Page 79 of The Retreat

“Don’t stop.”

He smirks at the needy words and presses against the fabric and plastic that has my dick trapped.

Is he going to touch me? Does he want to, or does he feel like he has to?

“You don’t have to.” The last thing I want is for him to feel like he has to do something.

“Shut up, princess.”

His lips crash to mine as his hand slides into my underwear. I gasp into his mouth, a mess of sensation and surprise and need. Owen owns my mouth, fucking his tongue between my lips like a man possessed. I know I have to be slick with precum, I’m such a sloppy mess when I’m turned on, but it doesn’t seem to be bothering him.

Pulling on his grip, he allows me to have one hand, and I waste no time getting his dick in my hand. I grip him hard, twisting for more stimulation. He pulls his lips from mine to gasp, but I follow, taking his mouth again. Needing every connection to this man that I can get.

“I’m gonna come,” I whimper against his lips. Is he okay with it on his hand? Does he want me to finish myself? Will the mess bother him?

“Come then. I want it.” His words surprise me, but I don’t have time to question them.

Electricity shoots through me, pulsing in my groin, but cum covers his hand, my skin, and my jock. The orgasm is so strong, my eyes are heavy and my knees buckle. Fuck, I needed that.

I’m panting, barely recognizing when he knocks my hand off his dick and uses my cum to slick himself up. He takes my mouth again, brutal and demanding as he jacks himself off until he paints his cum on me. I shiver when it hits my skin.

This is another mark of him on my skin that I needed.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Owen

Oliver: When do you leave?

Owen: Good morning to you too.

Oliver: Good morning…?

Owen: Am I not allowed to say good morning?

Oliver: Is it a good morning?

Why the fuck is he asking me if it’s a good morning? I go to type something but pause. Colin just left for class after deep throating my cock all morning, so I guess it is a good morning.

Owen: It is.

Owen: Are you not having a good morning?

Oliver: Have you gone off your meds?

Owen: NO!

I don’t have time for this. I need to pack for my first tournament.

Oliver: What time are you leaving?

He can look up the time I booked it for. Why is he even asking me?

Owen: I have the jet booked for this evening.

Oliver: I’m coming with you.

Owen: You can’t do that. You have work.

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