Worth Keeping (27 page)

Owen chuckled. He lowered his voice. “Then maybe we should get rid of these two guys and you can take me to bed. Maybe we can use that dildo tonight? I know you’ve been putting it off, but I am so wanting to be filled.” His voice was yearning and Nick’s heart leapt. He had been avoiding it but he’d made a promise and frankly, seeing the action on the couch, feeling Owen’s hands on him and remembering the whole “fucking” conversation, he thought he might like to give it a try. His dick might not be in a position to penetrate Owen, and his fingers enjoyed doing it, but the dildo would add a whole new perspective to their lovemaking. He found Owen’s mouth and pushed open his lips, his tongue seeking hungry entrance inside. Owen groaned and that just made Nick even harder. His erection was bursting to get out of his trousers.

He pulled his mouth away from Owen’s and stood up. “Didn’t you guys say you were leaving? You don’t want to get caught by the tide.”

Justin looked up, his mouth swollen, his eyes dark. “I guess we were. Although how we’re going to last until we get home, Bear, is anyone’s guess. I think you need to fuck me in the car.”

Nick chortled. “Bear? Daniel, that’s a new one.”

Daniel lifted his boyfriend off his lap and plonked him down on the couch as he stood up. “I like it.”

Justin stood up, blatantly arranging himself to a more comfortable position. “It suits him. Daniel gives a different meaning to the term bare bones, I can promise you. The man is hung like a polar bear. But you’d know that, wouldn’t you, Nick?” Daniel and Nick both flushed in embarrassment. Socks jumped onto Justin’s shoulder, once again enamoured with the man’s hair.

“Eeewww,” groaned Owen. “TMI, Justin.”

Nick chuckled.

He really liked this youngster.

Justin smirked as he stroked the little monkey. “Jealousy gets you nowhere, Owen.” He put Socks down on the couch with a kiss to the top of his head then picked up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder. “Come on, lover. Let’s get this show on the road, let these boys have their fun. Ours awaits.”

He walked over to Nick, and to his surprise he gave him a quick hug then pressed something into his hand. “It’s my card, Nick. If you ever feel like talking, call me. I might be a forensic psychologist but I’m a damn good listener.” He grinned. “And I promise no psychoanalysis if that’s what worries you. Just talking if that’s what you need.”

Nick nodded, touched with the gesture. “Thanks, Justin. I appreciate the offer.”

Owen leaned over, pulling the younger man into his embrace. “See you soon, toerag. Don’t shag my employer to death, will you? I quite like working with him.”

Justin chuckled. “I’ll do my best. Although once I get hold of him, it’s hard to stop.” Daniel sighed. “Let me take him home. You guys don’t deserve any more of this upstart.” But his tone was fond and Nick saw these two men adored each other even without the touching and fondling. He wondered with a pang if that was what he and Owen looked like to outsiders. Owen was touchy feely but Nick had never seen his way to be being free with his affection in public like these two.

“Good night,” Daniel and Justin called as they left. “See you both soon.” They disappeared into the blackness of the night. Nick closed the door and turned to Owen. He motioned to the bedroom as Owen watched his face.

“I’ll get these dishes packed away, you did all the cooking and stuff. You go get ready for bed.” He hesitated. “And make sure that dildo is charged or has batteries or whatever it is that you need to do. I think you deserve some action tonight after all the waiting.”

Owen’s eyes lit up like a child at Christmas. “Honestly? Hell, that’s an offer and a half. I think I might have a shower first, though.”

Nick nodded. “I need one too, so go do your thing and I’ll see you in bed in a little while.”

He watched in amusement as Owen bounded off like a gazelle. He shook his head as Socks chattered excitedly. “I don’t know what I’ve let myself in for with that one, do I, buddy? You, little fellow, are not coming anywhere near the bedroom tonight. The last things I want for is a monkey distraction when I’m trying to—” he broke off, the image of what he was about to do taking his breath away. “Well, let’s say when I’m pleasuring the man.” He frowned. “Is that an old-fashioned thing to say? Hell, I’m starting to sound like Don.”

Nick packed the dishwasher and made sure the doors were locked and the lights turned off. Then he went into the bedroom. Owen was already in bed, his hair wet and his eyes sultry as he watched Nick go into the bathroom.

Nick took a quick shower and wrapped a towel around his waist as he re-entered the bedroom. He stopped at the sight of Owen lying fully naked now on top of the bed, lithe tanned body splayed out like an actor in a porn movie and his cock definitely looking as if should be performing in front of a camera. It was proud, confident and waving about like a flag as Owen stroked himself, long, soft glides of his hands up and down his shaft. It was true beauty nestled in soft, black curls and Nick could only watch as his own hard-on threatened to dislodge the towel with its skyward trend.

“Jesus, Owen. That looks bloody decadent. You are so bloody sexy.” He dropped his towel to the floor, seeing Owen catch his breath at the sight of Nick.

My body might be scarred but this man still wants it, wants me. He can’t hide that fact with that hard-on he’s sporting.

Nick moved over onto the bed, kneeling beside Owen, moving his hands away then leaning down to swipe the tip of his cock. He tasted salty pre-come and the familiar fragrance of
eau de
Owen—pure sex, lust and promise. Owen hissed and his hips arched toward Nick’s mouth. Nick gave Owen’s cock another lick, taking him in his mouth, closing his eyes as he ran his tongue up Owen’s shaft, licking the underside, swirling his tongue around the tip and then drawing his cheeks in, sucking him like the delectable morsel he was. Owen moaned and the sound leapt to Nick’s cock.

Owen smelt fresh and clean, of the coconut overtones of the shower gel he used. His skin was warm as Nick’s hands travelled up and down Owen’s belly, marvelling at the soft hair of Owen’s pleasure trail beneath his fingers. Nick stroked his bristled cheek along Owen’s cock, leaving a sticky, wet trail on his skin. He sat up, running his fingers down the fluid on his cheek then slowly inserted his fingers into Owen’s mouth. Owen sucked greedily, his cock jerking as he did so and Nick smiled.

“So where is this toy you want me to play with?” he murmured, as his lips travelled over Owen’s hips. He nipped gently, causing Owen to yowl softly. Owen reached under the blanket and took out what to Nick looked like Monster Moby Dick. He blinked.

“Jesus, Owen, that’s a bit extreme, isn’t it? That could bloody tear you in half.”

Owen shook his head. His voice was hoarse when he replied. “It’s fine, Nick. I’ve taken bigger.” He looked down at Nick’s cock, nestled amongst the dark hair of his groin, a curved scimitar arching toward his stomach and wet with fluid. “Although I have to say I think yours is even larger and infinitely more beautiful.”

The sense of yearning was in his voice again and Nick’s belly contracted painfully at the thought that what Owen really wanted, he couldn’t have. His erection subsided a little and Owen noticed. He sat up desperately, his hands reaching around Nick’s cock, making him gasp as his erection swelled again.

“Nick, stop thinking about it. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything but God, you are magnificent. I love your cock, I love you and I just want this to be fun. Please don’t let me fuck this up.” His voice caught and Nick leaned over, taking the dildo from him and running his fingers over its ribbed surface. He flicked the switch and immediately the thing vibrated in his hands, a rough growl that made him swallow when he thought of how he was going to use it. His cock grew harder as he switched it off.

“How do you want to do this?” he whispered throatily. “On all fours, me behind, or from the front? What do you want me to do, Owen?” A sense of power filled him as Owen’s pupils darkened and his breathing deepened.

“From the front, Nick. I want to see you every step of the way as you play with it, fill me with it. I want to kiss you, taste you, feel your cock against my belly.” Owen waved to the side table. “There’s lube there. Just get me ready—then do whatever you want to me. If it gets too much I promise I’ll tell you.” His eyes looked at Nick hungrily then at the dildo. “But I doubt that’s going to happen.” He licked his lips and looked back up at Nick. That was Nick’s undoing. He growled loudly, reaching up and pinning Owen’s hands above his head.

“Keep them there,” he commanded as he reached for the lube. “Your body is mine tonight. You don’t touch yourself unless I tell you to.”

Owen nodded, gasping rapidly. Nick smeared lube on his fingers, then laid the dildo down on the bed next to them. He covered Owen’s body with his own, his cock rubbing against Owen’s smooth skin, and Nick gasped at the sensation.

He found Owen’s mouth and tongue-fucked him, rough and without mercy, nipping his lips until he drew blood. Owen moaned, his legs parting wide open, and Nick reached down and slowly pushed one finger inside Owen’s arse, slowly at first then deeper as he gave way, until finally his whole finger was inside. Owen was gasping, his breath hot against Nick’s cheek and Nick scissored his fingers, pushing and rotating in Owen’s hole, hearing Owen’s sobs as he begged Nick to go deeper, harder.

“God, Nick, please. Another finger, God, put your whole damn hand in there. I need to feel you. So damn good.”

Nick obliged, feeding another digit and more lube inside Owen, then another as the man writhed and groaned beneath him, his skin sliding against Nick’s cock. Nick knew he wouldn’t be able to take more of this without coming himself. He covered Owen’s mouth again with his and reached for the dildo. Owen’s eyes widened, his hands coming down from above his head, and Nick reached his other hand up and gripped them fiercely. He nipped Owen’s lips again, eliciting a snarl of pain from him.

“I said no. Keep them there.” He loved the look on Owen’s face, the expression that said he’d obey but he damn well didn’t want to.

“I need to touch you, Nick,” Owen gasped and Nick sucked at his neck as he teased Owen’s hole with the tip of the dildo. Owen bucked beneath him and tried to push himself down onto it but Nick held it away.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could take it in your arse yet,” he murmured. “I thought I was the one in charge tonight?”

Owen swore at him, a dirty stream of invective that left Nick breathless with desire. Owen in slut mode was a sexy beast indeed. He licked his way across Owen’s neck, his throat, up to his cheek and finally took pity on his lover.

“Brace yourself, Owen. I think you’re ready....”

Owen’s eyes grew bigger as Nick pushed the dildo inside, gently at first, past the resistance he felt, then deeper inside as Owen opened up to him.

“Oh Jesus, Nick,” Owen’s spluttered cry was music to Nick’s ears, the sound of his pleasure an aphrodisiac in itself. “That feels fucking incredible.” Nick pulled the dildo out to Owen’s loud groan of disappointment.

“Patience,” Nick whispered as he bit Owen’s earlobe. “I’ll get you there, I promise.” He pushed the smooth, wet instrument back inside Owen, going deeper as Owen clutched his shoulders with passion and a tirade of “Oh my God, Oh my God…”

Nick grinned against Owen’s flushed and sweating skin. “Prepare for liftoff.” He flicked the switch and the dildo began vibrating inside Owen.

Owen gave a loud, girly scream that could probably be heard across the channel. He continued to pant and moan, yowl and swear as Nick changed positions, moving the vibrator around, trying to hit Owen’s prostate to drive him wild. He seemed to be succeeding. Owen’s face was screwed shut in sheer ecstasy, his lips pink and swollen from kisses, and sweat rolled down his face, making Nick’s cock surge.

He licked sweat off Owen’s face, rubbing himself harder against Owen’s thigh, as the ache in Nick’s balls became deeper. Owen’s movement beneath him was intoxicating, the man’s moaning mewls generating electricity in his balls that coursed through Nick’s groin, his taint and ended in his arse. Nick’s pants grew deeper, his lips wet with Owen’s saliva as he ground his mouth against his, teeth clicking in their desperate need to eat each other alive.

Finally, with a shudder and a loud cry, Nick’s balls contracted into his groin, a lake of semen welling inside them and Nick came, streams of white fluid spurting across Owen’s stomach and chest. It sandwiched their bodies together like honey, musky-scented and slick. Nick collapsed, boneless and spent, on top of Owen who was still in some state of bliss with the vibrating dildo in his arse. Owen’s eyes were wide and black, the cords in his neck tensed like steel wire.

He disobeyed Nick at last, his arms coming down to grip Nick’s hips, pressing his weeping and raging cock against Nick’s sticky belly, and as Nick gave one last thrust with the dildo, Owen ejaculated with a loud roar, fingers gripping into the firm flesh of Nick’s arse. Nick winced, knowing he’d have bruises there tomorrow.

“Oh my fucking God, that was incredible,” Owen panted as his body finally stopped jerking. “You can turn that bloody thing off now, before my arsehole self-destructs.”

Nick grinned as he tried to get slippery fingers to the switch. The damn thing wouldn’t turn off despite his best efforts and Owen’s body continued to twitch with sensitivity. Finally, with a loud cluck of impatience, Owen reached down and pulled the still-vibrating instrument from his arse, glaring at Nick as he did so.

“Hell, haven’t you ever driven one of these before?” The smile in his voice belied his words as Owen clicked the switch off and plonked the device on the bed between them.

Nick moved off Owen and lay breathless beside him. “You know I haven’t, so stop bloody whining. Christ, that was an experience and a half. You certainly seemed to enjoy it.”

Owen gave a deep, satisfied sigh. “It was awesome. Thanks.”

Nick leaned over and kissed Owen softly. “Least I could do.”

Seeing as how I’m not man enough to do it for you with my own equipment.