Tied to Trouble(24)

Chad tapped his boot on the floor. “Maybe cover this with some hay or something? Set up some old-timey lanterns.”

Owen nodded. “I like those ideas.”

Chad’s lips turned up. “I’m good for something other than a blow job, huh?”

The self-deprecating humor had been funny at first, but now Owen was wondering how much Chad believed in what he was passing off as a joke.

Owen clenched his jaw. He needed to quit analyzing the other man. He wasn’t his problem. Chad was a grown man who could take care of himself and his own self-esteem issues.

Owen stepped toward Chad, loving the way the sun cast his skin in warm tones. He smiled with intent, and Chad must have noticed, because he settled his back against the wall and arched his neck, watching Owen approach through lowered eyelids.

Owen gripped his hip, slipping his thumb under his T-shirt to rub that smooth skin where it dipped below his hip bone. “I don’t know. You’re pretty good for this, too.” He kissed him then, forcefully, so Chad’s head fell back against the stone column behind him. He liked it, though, or at least he seemed to, because he moaned in Owen’s mouth and reached up, cupping Owen’s jaw, pulling him close like he wanted to melt into him.

Those hands wandered down Owen’s neck as they drank from each other, then lower still, until they were tugging on the bow tie around his neck, loosening it, until the two ends hung down by his collar. The air cooled his bare neck as Chad undid his top button and ran a finger along the base of his throat.

Chad pulled back, licking those full, wet, swollen lips. He pressed his forehead to Owen’s as their hips churned and their feet moved restlessly. Owen palmed Chad’s ass and squeezed. Chad’s hands were going lower now, until he opened Owen’s belt and stuck his hand inside to wrap his fingers around Owen’s shaft.

“Fuck,” Owen muttered.

Chad stroked once then locked gazes with Owen from under his lashes. “You trust me?”

Owen scrambled for his brain to catch up, which was hard, because every thought was pretty much centered in his dick right now. “What?”

“Do you trust me?”

He blinked. “Do I trust you how?”

It was Chad’s turn to blink. “To make you feel good.”

Owen moaned when Chad stroked him again. That question he could answer with certainty. “God, yes.”

Chad grinned, whipped off the bow tie from around Owen’s neck and then dropped to his knees. Owen slapped a hand on the wall above Chad’s head, needing to hold onto something as Chad pulled his pants down to midthigh. Then that talented mouth was sucking Owen’s balls into his mouth, rolling them around on his tongue, and Owen bit his lip to keep from yelling.

He reached down and fisted Chad’s hair as that mouth left his balls and moved on to his shaft. Chad gave the tip a kiss with a wink, and lapped at the slit.

Then he leaned back and with a startling efficiency, tied the bow tie at the root of Owen’s cock.

Owen’s green, polka-dotted bow tie was around his dick. Like a nerdy cock ring. And it was actually pretty fucking hot.

Chad sat back on his heels, admiring his handiwork, then he lifted his gaze to Owen’s. He rose slowly to his feet, so he stood in the middle of Owen’s hands, which were braced on the wall. Chad then turned around and lowered his jeans.

Owen’s breath left his lungs in a whoosh. Commando. Chad was fucking commando. And his ass was perfection. Completely. Round and firm and begging for Owen to touch. To kiss. To lick.

To fuck.

Chad moved his feet apart as far as his pants at his knees would allow. He placed his hands on the wall inside Owen’s then looked over his shoulder. “I want you to fuck me like that.”

Owen might come right there. Just like that. Without touching his dick. Without touching Chad. Because the sight of his bow-tied cock rubbing along Chad’s perfect ass, that hazel gaze daring him…well, it was a little much.

He reached out and palmed Chad’s ass, who moaned a little and arched into his touch.

“We’re in a public park.”

“No one’s here.” Chad’s eyes sparked. “Live a little, O.”

Owen leaned down and bit the side of Chad’s neck, unable to stop both his hands from caressing Chad’s ass. “We could get arrested. I want a bed. I want to take my time.”

Chad wiggled his ass, so Owen’s cock snugged into his crease. “Aw, man. We both know we’re not that couple. We don’t fuck nice and slow in a bed.”

“I already told you what it’ll be like when I fuck you. And this isn’t it.”

“Yeah?” Chad said breathlessly, grinding his hips back in to Owen. “Then how ’bout we do it your way next time?”