Page 121 of The Retreat

The black frames with white mats are gorgeous and will be perfect on this wall.

“Thank you,” I tell the delivery man as I stare at them, already half hard.

“You’re welcome.” He takes the box and packing material and leaves. The urge to jack off right here in the living room while I stare at them is almost overwhelming, but I don’t want to be interrupted by the handyman, so I refrain and get a glass of wine instead.

I text him and let him know the pictures have been delivered and he can come any time. There’s a knock on the door five minutes later. He makes quick work of getting them hung and leaves.

Sitting on the couch, I take my cock out and stroke myself in lazy slow pumps. Owen should be home soon. If I’m lucky, he’ll fuck me right here while we look at these.

It takes forty-two minutes for him to get home, and I’m half crazed when he does.

“Colin?” he calls from the doorway.

“Living room!”

He appears a moment later with a tired smile on his face that quickly morphs to hungry when he sees me. “What do we have here?”

“I had a surprise delivered for you.” My words are barely more than a breath.

Owen stalks toward me, eyes only on me, and he drops to his knees between my thighs. “And what is my surprise?”

I point to the wall behind him, and he turns.

“Those cannot stay in the living room!”

“Why not? Are you ashamed of my ass?” I smirk.

“No, I’ll get hard every single time I walk in here.” He turns back to face me, wrapping his hand around my dick. “How are we going to have guests? I can’t look my brother in the eyes while I’m this hard.” Owen grinds his hips against me.

“First, you don’t look anyone in the eye. And second, he does it all the time to you, so what’s the difference?” I shiver in his grip.

“That’s ableism.”

“It’s true.”

“But rude.” Owen huffs.

I wrap my legs around him and pull myself up to sit so I can take his mouth. “They’re staying right there.”

“Then I’m not coming in this room when people are here.”

I thrust into his hand. “We don’t have people over. Stop talking and fuck me.”

Owen grabs my hair and pulls my head back. “Just for that, no.” He stands and opens his pants while I stare up at him. “Open your mouth, princess.”

I do, sticking my tongue out too.

“That’s what you’re good for.” He slides his cock into my mouth and starts thrusting down my throat.

I groan around him and am rewarded with his gasp. The man doesn’t stop or slow down, just uses my face to chase pleasure. I love it, but fuck, I want to come too. I need it.

As I reach for my own dick, Owen pulls on my hair. “Don’t touch that, it’s mine.”

I whimper but put my hands to better use by massaging his balls and stroking his taint. He shivers and thrusts again, holding me with my nose against his stomach. I start to gag but slow my breathing and relax around him. He pulls out slowly, and I add my hand to the mix, quickly pushing him over the edge to fill my mouth and throat with his cum.

“Clean me off.”

With no hesitation, I suck him clean, making sure to not miss a millimeter or a drop. I sit back when I’m done and wait to see what he’s going to do. He kneels again, leaning over me to taste himself on my tongue and stroke me hard and fast. I’m so close, so quickly it steals my breath.

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