Tied to Trouble(25)

Owen rested his forehead on the nape of Chad’s neck. “The things you make me do,” he said, knowing he was giving in, but he couldn’t help it, because this was thrilling and naughty and he’d been dreaming about his cock in Chad’s ass since day one.

“Don’t act innocent back there, Mr. Bow Tie. You make me do these things to you.”

Owen looked down at his dick, sliding in the crease of Chad’s ass, slick with precome, the bow tie obscenely wrapped around the root. He wanted this. He wanted Chad. And he wanted him now.

He reached around and fisted Chad’s cock. “Need a condom.”

Chad bent down and dug around in the pocket of his jeans. He handed Owen a condom and a small sachet of lube. “Haven’t carried this shit around in my pockets in months. This is because of you, Mr. Turtle Bow Tie.”

“We’ll see who’s the turtle when I’m fucking your brains out,” Owen muttered as he unwrapped the condom.

Chad grinned. “I’m counting on it.”

…

This was straight out of a fantasy Chad hadn’t known he had. That bow tie on that monster dick had Chad so hard, he worried he’d shoot as soon as Owen got inside him.

He heard the sound of Owen slicking up his condom-covered cock with lube, then a hand landed on his hip, and a slick finger ran from behind his balls to circle his hole. He sucked in a breath and pressed his forehead to the wall as Owen continued that slow torture, loosening the muscles.

Chad couldn’t stop his hips from churning, easing back, wanting that finger to slip inside…

The hand on his hip tightened, and Owen’s voice was firm. “My pace.”

He growled. “Just do it already.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I want it to feel good.”

“It will.”

That finger pressed, and Chad moaned.

“Do you have an answer to every question?” Owen asked.

He was having a hard time thinking now, because that finger was slipping inside, up to the first knuckle, and it’d been a long time, a really long time…

“Not so mouthy now, are you?”

Owen was talking. Chad was supposed to talk back, right? He licked his lips, but no sound was coming out, nothing, because that finger was moving agonizingly slow inside. Chad had always thought he liked fast and hard and rough, but that sure hand on his hip and the slow torture of Owen’s finger was all he could focus on, all he could think about.

He was consumed with it.

There was more pressure, and he thought there was another finger now. A voice cried out, and he realized it was his as that hand left his hip and caressed his back and ass and thighs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” a voice chanted, and who would have thought? Because that was Chad’s voice. That was him, slowly being driven out of his mind by Owen.

“You are so tight, Chad, goddamn,” Owen muttered. “I want to make sure you’re loose enough for me.”

“Right,” Chad was able to gasp. “Because your dick is a fucking monster.”

“But he’s a gentleman monster, thanks to you.”

Chad barked out a hoarse laugh. “Oh, shit, you’re making a sex joke. Good for you, O—oh.” His voice cut off as the pressure increased, and Owen brushed over his prostate, sending Chad’s vision wonky.

“Still wish we were in a bed,” Owen muttered.

Chad struggled to breathe, let alone talk. “I never thought we’d fuck first in a bed.”

“Oh, so we’re public fuckers?”

“No, we’re forget-the-bed, gotta-have-you-now fuckers.”

Owen didn’t answer for a while, and those fingers kept up that delicious torture. Finally, he answered, “Yeah, we’re definitely that.”

“Now fuck me,” Chad said around a moan.

Those fingers were gone then, and something much bigger was pressing against him. Chad curled his fingers into fists. He preferred to bottom, but it’d been a long time since he’d been with a man. His last couple of partners were women, and he was a little out of practice, and Owen was by far the largest man he’d ever been with.

A hand stroked his back. “Breathe, Chad.”

“Tryin’,” he answered on a grunt as the head of Owen’s cock slipped past the first ring of muscle.

Chad turned his head and bit his fist, squeezing his eyes shut as Owen continued to press forward. The hands on Chad’s hip and back were shaking a little, so Chad knew he wasn’t the only one being affected by this.

The heat and the pressure and the feeling of someone else inside him. It was a lot. It’d always been a lot. So why did it feel like so much more with Owen? And by more, he didn’t mean Owen’s girth.