Page 34 of Filthy Sweet

I walk on the bed. Two windows run on either side, and I stretch to tie the curtain to the rods, which lets the heavy fabric hang over the corner, pooling at the foot of the bed.

I push the curtain aside and hold it open. “A private room,” I answer him. “Or did you change your mind?”

Owen throws himself against me, taking me by surprise. I catch him as I fall back against the brick wall and hold him against my chest. The curtain falls behind us, blocking off the party, although the music and the moans still sound in the background as we fall to our knees.

“You,” he pants. Owen drags his delicate fingers over my face, then kisses me and gropes at my arms, squeezing my muscles. “You,” he says again and laughs. “You are too fucking much sometimes.”

We lock eyes. “And you’re too fucking tempting.” I release his head and turn my attention to his clothes. First, I run my hands down his chest, luxuriating in his writhing. Then I slide his jacket off his shoulders and work on his shirt, button by button.

“Anything you want to tell me?”

Owen swallows and shakes his head. “No. I don’t think so.”

“I get tested once a month,” I tell him. “And I insist on condoms.”

“Good. I mean, I like that.”

Impatient, I pull his shirt off, sacrificing the bottom two buttons. “Nothing else?” I drag my nose along his bare neck, my breath on his clavicle, teasing him and drawing the anticipation out. Owen practically pulsates, and when I’ve had my fill, I pull his T-shirt off, too.

“Or should I just have my way with you?”

Owen looks at me, our eyes nearly level, then pushes my jacket off. When I grab him by the hips, he tugs me closer. My hips jerk up against him involuntarily, and Owen presses his soft lips to mine, the pleasure of it jolting through me.

He puts his lips to my ear, teasing me and fully embodying his sexy fucking self. “Have your way with me, Fox,” he whispers. “I’m yours tonight.”

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OWEN

I can feel Fox getting hard against me. His cock is thick in his suit pants, and when I press my body to his, I feel the throb of his erection on my hip.

Oh fuck. This is really happening. Fox just made a scene in order to hook up with me right in the middle of a sex party, and now we’re getting naked, and he’s groaning under his breath, and it’s really, really fucking happening.

I kiss him again, surrendering. Fox’s stubble rubs my face, scratching against my beard, and the friction and drag of his kisses is an electricity that sparks down my skin. I’m leaking in my boxer briefs, and when I shove my tongue into Fox’s mouth, he thrusts from his hip, driving our bodies together.

Every nerve is alive, and they’re all screaming for his touch.

Fox takes me around the shoulders and spins, laying me on the bed. Smoothly and efficiently, he pulls my pants and underwear off, then undresses himself, his eyes burning across my naked body.

“Hawks,” I say quietly.

Fox looks down at his arm. On the upper bicep, there’s a tattoo of several dark hawks, intricate and beautifully drawn.

He strokes the ink. “Yeah. You like?”

His pants are undone at the top, revealing the black waistband of his underwear. Fox has thick, meaty muscles, and my eyes glide from his dark happy trail to his hairy chest, broad shoulders, and hard nipples.

My cock twitches, hard against my abs and dripping.

“Yeah,” I say, staring at Fox. “I like it.”

He kicks the rest of his clothes off, then crawls back on me. Fox’s cock is hard and veiny, and it curves up beautifully. His heavy balls drag across my skin as he makes his way from my chest and nipples, up my neck, and finally to my lips.

“You’re awfully hot, Owen,” he says, his voice deep and steady. “You turn me on.”

I tremble. “You turn me on, too.”

“I know.” Fox kisses me deeply, and when he pulls back, he keeps his lips close. “Do you know how I know?”

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