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Owen’s asshole was hot and I eased a finger into him, groaning for how tight the hold of his body felt around my knuckle.
“Has anyone ever tried to gag you?” he asked.
“Not successfully.”
Twisting my wrist, I pushed another finger into his hole, using my body for leverage to get in deep enough to tag his prostate. His stare locked on me, arousal and anger at war in the depths of his eyes. He was a human hurricane, ready to destroy everything in his wake.
I deserved that.
I grabbed his erection with my other hand and stroked him off, teasing the soft spot inside of him until he looked like he wanted to burn me alive. I was about to remind him this was what he’d wanted, what he’d asked for, when his arm flew out. Owen slapped me against the side of my face, throwing me back.
“What the fuck, asshole?” I wiped my fingers off on the inside of his thigh.
“I was going to come.”
“That’s the point.” I reached up and yanked one of the pillows out from behind his head. I tore the case off and whipped it around on a diagonal and made quick work of using it to tie his wrists together.
He didn’t fight and he didn’t protest. He just leveled another glare at me like he wanted me dead. He didn’t say red; he didn’t even tell me to stop.
“You must hate it,” I said softly, tearing open the condom wrapper with my teeth.
“What do I hate, Archer?”
If he thought the use of my legal name annoyed me, he was right, but I’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing it.
“That the man you hate the most is the one who makes you come the hardest.”
Owen cursed me under his breath, and I lubed my cock and forced my way inside of him. He wasn’t ready yet, but he wasn’t unprepared, and the look he gave when the thickest part of my shaft stretched him open was enough to almost makemecome on the spot.
“Touch yourself.” I situated myself between his legs, spreading his thighs open to make room for my body. And I liked the control that it gave me, to push his knees out toward the edge of the bed so I could get my cock deeper inside of him.
Grabbing his hands, I spit into his palm and then brought it down, curling his fingers one by one around his dick and showing him how I wanted him to bring himself to the edge. It was hard for him with his wrists tied together, and the eye contact he gave me was top tier. The frustration and hate rolled off him in waves, and that made every little grunt and groan that fell out of his mouth sound even more like heaven.
Owen’s body reacted the same way it had before. Little beads of sweat at his temple, the tic in his jaw, and the quickening of his breath.
“Not yet, Owen,” I warned, still fucking into him with the same languid swirl of my hips I’d started with.
The mechanics of being with Owen were the same, but I didn’t fuck now the way I fucked then, and he definitely didn’t take cock the way he used to. Before he was all begging and trembling, and while teasing the outskirts of his orgasm was fun, I wanted more. I wanted all of it, all of him, even though I had no right to any of it.
His lip curled up and his hand slowed down, jaw clenched. I grabbed his thighs and hauled him further down my cock, the heat of him scalding around my length. Even through the condom, his ass was hot and tight, gripping and sucking at me. For as much as his face saidI hate you, his body told a different story altogether.
“Fuck, your ass is amazing,” I rasped, falling forward and sliding even deeper. The slap of our skin was enough of an aphrodisiac on its own, but the smell of him, the sounds, the feel…
I’d fucked plenty of men in the ten years since I’d given Owen my virginity, but none of them werehim. None of them made me feelthis. It was almost a shame he would have hit me with his car given the opportunity, and a good thing for us both that he lived clear across the country.
“Get close again,” I said. “When you’re on the edge, you clench my cock like a fucking vise grip.”
“I hate you.” He fisted his cock and jacked himself off again.
The crown of his dick was swollen and red, the skin pulled tight around the flared tip and as angry as he was.
“I know.”
I hated me too.
Pulling out, I ripped off the condom and fisted my length, jerking off for less than a minute before spraying cum all over his dick and his hand. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open, and I pried his fingers loose before he reached his own end.
His hips jerked off the bed, chasing after the friction I’d taken away, precum poured out of his slit like a fountain, and his balls were high and tight against his body. His hole still offered a small gape from where I’d been inside of him and I pushed two of my lube-slick fingers back into his hole.
