Page 24 of Curious

“Is this what you needed?” he moaned. “What you’ve been asking for?”

Owen nodded jerkily, his groans incoherent as he adjusted to the new sensations. “Jesus, I can’t believe I can take you. I said I could but you’re so big I wasn’t sure. God, you’re filling me up, Jeremy.”

“Stop talking,” Jeremy ordered, his jaw clenched. He was trying to keep himself still, trying to hold back. “I won’t be able to give you the time you need if you keep talking.”

Owen’s laugh was breathless and broken. “It gets you hot, hearing me talk about your cock, doesn’t it? I can’t help it, Jeremy. God, your big fucking cock could turn a straight man gay. Let me prove it to you. Call me Exhibit A and fuck me.”

“I told you to stop talking.” But it was too late. Jeremy had enough restraint to make sure he didn’t hurt him, and that was all. He had to move.

His strokes were slow and shallow at first, but the sounds Owen was making, the way he felt around him, shredded his good intentions. Jeremy pressed his chest against Owen’s back, the hand on his hip sliding around until it was gripping his thick erection.

“Yes.” Owen shuddered against him. “I love your hands on me.”

“You’re so hard for me,” Jeremy whispered hotly in response. “I want you to come screaming my name with me buried in your ass. But not yet. I don’t want to stop yet. Can you take more?”

“Yes,” Owen moaned. “Jesus, yes. More.”

Jeremy bared his teeth as he pulled back his hips and then thrust deeper, trying to pace himself so he didn’t go too fast. Wasn’t too rough.

Hold back, he whispered to himself. Keep control. His first time. Don’t want it to end.

But once again, Owen was proving to be a quick study. His hand covered Jeremy’s over his erection, setting a faster rhythm, letting Jeremy know what he wanted.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “You’re in me so deep.”

Deep. I’m fucking you so deep, baby. I’m finally inside you and fucking you and you love it. You fucking love it and I don’t ever want to stop.

“Owen…” Jeremy’s moan was raw and aching. “You’re making it hard to hold back. I’ve wanted it for so long. Fuck, it’s good. Want to fuck you so hard.”

“Do it,” Owen bit out, his hand tightening over Jeremy’s on his erection.

“No. No, I have to—“

“I’m close, Jeremy. I want to come while you hold me down and pound my ass with that big fat fucking cock. I need you to do that for me this time. Need you.”

A red fog of lust and need surrounded him and he knew he was losing the battle. He placed his hand on Owen’s head, pressing his cheek into the mattress. “Come then. Come for me and I’ll give you what you need.”

Owen shouted as he found his release, his muscles clenching forcefully in reaction around Jeremy’s cock, as if he’d been waiting for permission. Then all Jeremy felt was the ass he was claiming. Owning. He pumped into it harder than he should have, faster than he meant to, growling at the tight fit.

God, I love it. Love your ass. Love…

Jeremy watched Owen’s mouth open on a silent shout as he took the restrained version of the rough pounding he’d demanded. Hopefully that was pleasure on his face, because Jeremy couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. He was too close. “Owen.”

His orgasm hit him like a twenty-foot wave crashing over his body. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see. Couldn’t do anything but cry out and let it wash him away.

Owen was beneath him. His Owen.

Mine.

Jeremy shuddered and he leaned against Owen, trembling as he fought to recover his senses. God, he smelled good. Felt good.

Best I’ve ever had. So good. Need to kiss you.

Owen blew out a huff of a laugh as Jeremy nuzzled his neck. “You already need to shave again, you beast.”

“Bossy,” Jeremy murmured, lifting himself off of Owen and slowly pulling out with a shaky breath. “Let’s get you into the shower first.”

Owen groaned as he pushed off the bed and got to his feet. “Shit, I can’t feel my legs.”

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