And then Chad wasn’t thinking about anything at all as Owen’s mouth crashed down on his and Chad’s back hit the wall with a thud.
He took a moment to gain his bearings, and then he kissed back, nipping and biting, putting his big mouth to use.
Owen pulled back and skated his lips and teeth down Chad’s neck. Chad gripped Owen’s hips as Owen’s hands snaked under his T-shirt to touch the skin of his stomach. Owen ground into him as he sucked on his neck and squeezed his ass.
“Why do I want you?” Owen growled, his teeth biting into the skin. “I don’t even like you.”
Chad bucked his hips. “Well, I like your dick, and you like my ass. You don’t have to fuck my personality.”
Owen paused and raised his head. His glasses were crooked, and his hair was mussed. And then his mouth stretched into a grin, and a little chuckle escaped from his lips. “That might be the smartest thing I’ve heard you say yet, Chad.”
“Write it down. That doesn’t happen often, O.” He reached down and began to undo Owen’s belt, while turning them so Owen was walking back, back, into his living room. By the time they reached the couch, Owen’s pants were open and Chad’s hand was inside, gripping his thick cock and stroking it.
He pulled his hand out. “Sit,” Chad directed. “Because I’ve been thinking about doing this since we met.”
Owen sank into the couch, his gaze never leaving Chad’s face. “Doing what?”
Chad knelt between his legs and licked a path up the underside of Owen’s cock. “This.” And then he swallowed him to the root.
Owen gasped and squirmed under him, his voice choking out a garbled, “holy fuck,” as Chad hollowed his cheeks and pulled back. He sat on his heels and grinned up at Owen, who stared down at him like he was the second coming of Christ.
“Why’d you stop?” Owen’s voice was close to a whine.
Chad shrugged. “You like things slow, right?”
Owen narrowed his eyes. “Are you seriously bringing that up again? Right now?”
Chad licked his lips, wanting to confess that this was hard on him, too, since that first taste of Owen wasn’t nearly enough. “I mean, we can go your pace—”
“Chad, swear to God, if you don’t get your mouth back on my dick, I’m going to slash the tires on that motorcycle of yours.”
“Hey, now.” Chad frowned. “That’s taking it a little far.”
“Chad!”
He grinned and then, with a hand on each of Owen’s thighs, took that beautiful big dick back in his mouth. And fuck, was it worth it.
It was thick and long, but Chad knew what he was doing, how to move his tongue, how hard to suck. He reached down and rolled Owen’s balls in his hand as the man came apart above him, swearing and mumbling and making needy moans. This was exactly what he’d wanted to happen when he first laid eyes on Owen and that smart bow tie and perfect hair.
He wanted to see him come apart.
He wanted to see him lose it.
And he wanted to be the reason for it.
Chad was hard, and he had to reach down to press the heel of his palm to his cock to tell it to wait its damn turn. He wanted to drive Owen out of his mind, make him leave here thinking Chad was the best he’d ever had.
Owen’s hand fumbled along the couch until it gripped Chad’s hair. He took a minute to pull back, until only the tip of Owen’s cock was in his mouth. He looked up at Owen from under his lashes and grinned as best as he could.
“I hate how good you are at this,” Owen said through gritted teeth with a tug on Chad’s hair.
Chad let Owen’s cock slip from his mouth. “Yeah? Well, I hate how much I’m enjoying it.”
Owen’s gaze dropped to Chad’s lap then back up to his face. He smiled then, big and wicked and maybe a little unhinged.
And then he lunged.
…
Chad made an oomph sound as Owen landed on top of him. Owen wasted no time straddling Chad’s thighs and working to undo Chad’s pants.
Owen had never been a turtle in the bedroom, but this intensity was a little over-the-top. Chad brought it out in him with that wicked smirk and sinful ass, which was just begging for Owen to touch.
Owen shoved his hands down Chad’s pants, grasping his cock, and Chad arched off the floor, moaning. “Take off your shirt,” Owen panted. He wanted to see it all—he wanted more skin.
Chad’s gaze was a little hazy when he focused on Owen, but in a quick tug, his shirt was thrown behind him and then it was all Chad, his rounded shoulders and tapered waist and flat stomach. And his nipples, oh fuck, they were pierced—those silver rings just begging to be licked, bitten, tugged.