Tied to Trouble(34)

“You ever bottom?” Chad asked. While he preferred to bottom, he was versatile. And right now, he was hard as hell thinking about fucking Owen.

Owen’s chest rose and fell, and then he licked his lips. “Sometimes.”

Chad waited, but Owen didn’t elaborate. Chad bent down and sucked the head of Owen’s dick in his mouth. Owen moaned. Chad pulled off, and their gazes met again. “Would you bottom for me?”

He didn’t know what Owen would say, but he didn’t expect him to smirk a little. “Not surprised you asked, since you top from the bottom anyway.”

“I do not!” Chad protested.

Owen raised his eyebrows.

Chad squinted. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Owen reached down and tugged on Chad’s hair, so he rose up and blanketed the man’s body with his own. Owen pressed a kiss to Chad’s jaw. “Yeah, I want to bottom for you.”

Chad had thought he was hard before, that was nothing compared to now. He let his head drop on Owen’s shoulder, and he moaned as he ground into Owen, rubbing his cock on Owen’s hip. “Fuck, give me a minute.”

Owen didn’t give him that, though, because his hand was sneaking down Chad’s back to cup his ass, and Owen’s hips were thrusting up. Chad rose with a groan and fumbled in the table beside his bed for a condom and lube.

When he retrieved the supplies, he looked down at Owen, who had spread his legs and was slowly stroking his cock. Chad fumbled with the condom. “You’re killing me.”

“Not so uptight now, am I?” Owen said.

Chad laughed. “I like you better when you’re naked.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

Chad coated his fingers with lube and pressed his lips to Owen’s as he massaged Owen’s opening. The man squirmed beneath him, and Chad fucked Owen’s mouth with his tongue in a promise of what was to come. He had two fingers in Owen and brushed once along his prostate when Owen growled. “Come on, already.”

“Hey, don’t rush me.”

Owen growled again, and Chad found himself on his back, Owen above him, lowering himself on Chad’s condom-covered cock. Owen was so hot and so fucking tight, Chad saw stars. “Jesus,” he gasped. “Who’s topping from the bottom now?”

Owen didn’t appear to be listening. Bracing himself with a palm on Chad’s abs, he began to ride him slowly, head back, eyes closed. Chad smoothed his hands along Owen’s thighs, the fine blond hair soft on his fingers. Owen’s pale chest was flushed, his nipples hard. His mouth was open, red lips wet and swollen. “Fucking beautiful, O,” Chad said.

Owen’s head dropped, and his eyes opened, the blue so crystal clear, Chad swore he’d drown in them. “It’s been so long,” Owen said, his voice hoarse. “Forgot how good this feels.” He hesitated, then added softly on a swirl of his hips, “Or maybe it’s never felt this good.”

Chad sucked in a breath as Owen sped up the pace, his big cock bouncing with every thrust, smearing precome on both of them. Chad reached down and began to stroke Owen, loving how the man’s gaze never left his face. Talking wasn’t possible now, not with Owen’s ass milking Chad’s dick. The only sounds in the room was the increasing slapping of skin, the harsh pants of their breath, the bed squeaking as they tested the limits of the frame.

Chad was in free fall—that was the feeling in his chest, like he’d just jumped off a ledge. He didn’t know where he was landing or what he was jumping for, but the feeling was there nonetheless, this stomach-dropping euphoria. He gritted his teeth as Owen leaned down and sucked on his neck, riding him hard, his hard cocked trapped between the two of them. “Gonna come,” he murmured against Chad’s skin, and Chad couldn’t answer, didn’t even know what to say, because he was going to come, too. And he didn’t want to, because that was hitting bottom and he didn’t know what the hell was there for him. So he clung to Owen—wrapped his arms around the man’s back, raised his knees, and held on as the orgasm hit him like freight train.

He closed his eyes and arched his back as Owen’s muscles squeezed him, as every ounce of his self-preservation was drained from him. When he opened his eyes, Owen was watching him, stroking his cock, still impaled on Chad’s dick. And then he came on a shout, his release hitting Chad on the chest as he worked himself dry.

Owen fell forward, his eyes hazy, and Chad blinked through his own post-orgasm blur.

What had been waiting for him at the bottom? The knowledge that he had fallen for Owen. Fallen in a way that he hadn’t fallen for anyone.