Chapter Eight #3
“Yeah.” He placed his hands on Tyler’s thighs. “Are you upset?”
“No, but I feel a little intimidated. That guy would be a huge act to follow.”
Owen snorted and shook his head. “He can’t hold a candle to you, Ty, and that’s a promise. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. There’s no competition, but if there was, you’d win the gold medal.”
Tyler’s cheeks blushed. “But we haven’t done that much together yet.”
“And you’ve made me come harder than anyone else ever has. Sex without an emotional connection is just sex. We have something really special. What feels better to you? Taking care of business by yourself in the shower or having me stroke you to orgasm?”
“Your touch,” Tyler said.
“Why?”
“Because we love each other.” Tyler tipped toward him and rested his forehead against Owen’s shoulder. “Do you want my mouth on your dick?”
Owen dug his fingers into Tyler’s thighs. “I dream about it almost as much as sucking you off, but I’ll wait until you’re ready.”
Tyler lifted his head, and his heavy-lidded gaze met Owen’s. “I’m ready.”
If they’d been at the club by themselves, Owen would’ve thrown Tyler over his shoulder and hauled him out. But they had Rueben and Keegan to consider. “How about we dance for a little while first?”
“Because you think I’m making an impulsive decision out of fear or jealousy instead of desire?”
Tyler feared poor impulse control as much or more than not having the freedom to make choices for himself. Owen needed to tread lightly while being completely honest.
“I made the suggestion because you were upset we didn’t get to dance last week, and I don’t want to rush Keegan and Rueben out of here.”
Tyler searched his gaze for several moments before nodding.
Then, he leaped off his chair, grabbed Owen’s hand, and led him away.
Once they reached the dance floor, Tyler turned and looped his arms around Owen’s neck and stepped into his embrace.
“Not there,” he said when Owen settled his hands on Ty’s hips. “Lower.”
Owen kissed plush lips and slid his hands over the curve of Tyler’s ass and into his back pockets.
Tyler sighed happily and pressed his cheek to Owen’s. “That’s better.”
“You’re all I’ll ever want,” Owen said.
Ty shivered against him, and Owen knew it had nothing to do with the temperature in the club. “I’m sorry for overreacting.”
“You didn’t,” Owen assured him. “We’re both new to this, and it’s scary as hell.”
Tyler pressed his mouth to Owen’s neck and trailed kisses toward his jaw. “You’re not afraid of anything.”
God, how he wished it was true. He feared many things, and most of them had to do with losing Tyler. He used to worry he’d never get a chance to be with him, and now he fretted he wasn’t good enough to keep him.
“Kiss me,” Tyler whispered in his ear. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
Owen growled a little before he captured Tyler’s mouth in a hot, hungry display of passion and possession.
They swayed and kissed through several songs before Owen remembered their friends.
Rueben and Keegan were chatting at their table, and Kerry was nowhere in sight.
“Want to see if they’re ready to head out? ”
Once again, Tyler took his hand and led him across the bar.
They arrived back at the ranch before eleven, stopping at Cash’s place to drop Keegan off before parking closer to the cabins.
“Good night, fellas,” Rueben said as he continued to his place.
They wished him the same before pushing into Tyler’s cabin and locking the door.
Owen pressed his lips to Tyler’s as they tore off their winter gear and tossed it to the floor.
Lucy and Ethel roused enough to glare at them before going back to sleep.
Their clothes came next, and they tripped and stumbled their way to Tyler’s bed, falling naked on top of it.
“I want to make this good for you,” Tyler said as he kissed a path down Owen’s chest. “Tell me how to please you.”
“Just do to me what you like?” Owen said.
Tyler looked up with solemn eyes. “I’ve never had a blow job.”
“Ever?” Owen asked.
Tyler bit his lip and shook his head.
Owen reached under his arms and hauled Tyler back up his body. “I guess I’ll have to teach by example. Straddle my face.”
“Straddle your…face?”
“It’s not the only way,” Owen said. “But I want you to have a really good view of me licking and sucking you off, and I’ll get to watch your face when you come.” Owen pulled him down for a hot, hungry kiss. “And yes, I want to swallow.”
“Swallow?” Tyler repeated.
It stunned him just how innocent Tyler truly was. “You’ll know what I mean when the time is right.” Owen squeezed his ass. “Bring that on up here, and hold on to the headboard.”
Tyler nodded and slowly crawled up his body until his knees rested on either side of Owen’s head.
His dick was already hard and eager for attention.
Owen swirled his tongue around the swollen head, capturing his first taste of Tyler’s essence.
They groaned together as Owen slid his mouth farther down Tyler’s shaft.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
Owen telegraphed with his eyes that he was just getting started, then slowly worked his mouth up and down Tyler’s erection.
This wasn’t the first blow job he’d given, but it was the first time he’d watched every nuance of emotion cross someone’s face while doing it.
Tyler’s eyelids drooped to half-mast, and his mouth fell open on a sigh and stayed that way.
Owen changed his tempo, suction, and depth to amp up and prolong Tyler’s pleasure.
It didn’t take long for Tyler’s instincts to kick in, and he rocked his hips back and forth, working his dick deeper into Owen’s mouth.
His balls slapped against Owen’s chin, and the thick vein on the underside of Tyler’s dick pulsed and throbbed against Owen’s tongue.
He knew the moment Tyler understood what Owen had meant about swallowing.
Desperate eyes sought his, needing reassurance. Owen winked and tightened his lips.
Tyler’s entire body shook as he thrust his hips, rubbing out his pleasure on Owen’s tongue.
The headboard banged against the wall, and the frame squeaked its protest, but the sounds were music to Owen’s ears as Tyler lost himself in the pleasure.
Wide, dark eyes locked on his, and Tyler’s hip stilled as his release spilled into Owen’s mouth.
Tyler fucked his face through the aftershocks until he had nothing left to give, then he repositioned his body to kiss a path back down Owen’s chest.
He was primed and ready to fire before Tyler’s hot breath and wet tongue caressed his erection.
Tyler took his time learning the length and texture of Owen’s dick, making it jerk and dance against his tongue.
The sparkle in Tyler’s eyes said he enjoyed having Owen at his mercy, so he tucked his arms under his head and fully surrendered.
By the time those wicked lips wrapped around his shaft, Owen was ready to levitate off the bed.
Tyler was timid at first but gained confidence with each pass up and down.
“Christ, Ty. I love your mouth.”
Pleasure built, and every muscle in his body tensed. He hadn’t asked if Tyler wanted to swallow, and he was quickly approaching the point of no return. When his balls tucked up against his body, he pushed Tyler off his dick so he could spurt against his chin and lips.
“Jerk me off,” Owen demanded. “Not finished.”
Tyler lowered his head back onto Owen’s cock instead and sucked him off the rest of the way.
His mouth was a sticky, smeared mess of saliva and cum when he lifted it off Owen’s spent dick.
Grabbing a shirt off the floor, Tyler wiped his face before crawling up the bed to collapse beside Owen.
“That was so freaking hot,” he said, resting his head on Owen’s shoulder.
“Yes, you are.” Owen reached down and pulled the covers up and over them as Tyler’s mouth stretched into a huge yawn. If there was something he wanted to say, he’d better do it now. “I love you, Ty. You are so perfect to me.”
A soft snore was the only response. Owen chuckled as he turned off the lamp and shut down his brain.