The real birthday surprise was on him. Owen liked what Jeremy had done to him. He’d initiated it. It only made the situation—and his cock—harder.
They must have given Owen more to drink at work than he was admitting to. Or they’d slipped something in it. Maybe he should call him a cab. Take him to the hospital to get checked out.
The sound of the coffee table sliding across his wood floor made Jeremy lift his arm and open his eyes. Owen had kicked it out of the way so he could stand in front of him. “Fuck, man, what now?”
Owen bent over him, a determined smile on his lips. He gripped the open waistband of Jeremy’s jeans and abruptly yanked them down to his ankles, practically lifting his hips off the couch in the process.
“Owen, shit!”
“You have this mistaken impression that you scared me off with your Tarzan routine and we’re done with my birthday party. But if you want me to slink away and act like this never happened tomorrow—if we’re taking this to our graves—I may as well satisfy all my curiosity tonight.”
He spread Jeremy’s thighs and knelt between them, licking his lips and looking up at him with lust in his eyes. “I’ve never done this before either, and that’s something I haven’t said in years. You’re going to have to tell me what you like.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Owen,” Jeremy moaned when he watched the blond head dip over his erection. How could he say no to that? To everything he ever wanted right in front of him? Not even a saint would have the strength, and God knew he was no saint.
He felt lips wrap hesitantly around the head of his shaft and he ran his fingers gently over Owen’s head. “Stubborn jackass. Just take what you can. Ah, God. I’ll like whatever you do.”
Owen’s tongue traced a vein on his shaft and Jeremy shuddered. It was like waking up in a damn dream, watching that mouth explore his cock. Owen was slow but thorough, taking his time to learn every inch of him with his lips and tongue before he started sucking lightly.
Too lightly.
“Fuck,” Jeremy swore, forgetting his earlier praise as lust began to consume him. “I need more than that, Owen. I’m hard not fragile. It’s not going to break if you suck it like you want it.”
Owen groaned and sucked harder, trying to take more. Jeremy felt the tug all the way up his damn spine and watched those lips stretch around him with sensual satisfaction. He cupped the back of Owen’s head, holding him there. “Yes. Yeah, that’s it. You’re a natural.”
Oh God, he was going to Hell. He should stop him. He shouldn’t be lifting his hips in a plea for more, shouldn’t be loving the sight of Owen struggling to swallow him whole, tears leaking from his eyes as it hit the back of his throat. And still, Owen couldn’t take it all.
“Damn, that’s nice.” Better than nice. It might kill him.
He tensed when Owen pulled away from his touch, lifting his mouth to stare at him for one silent, tense moment. His eyes sparkled when he slipped his middle finger in his mouth and then lowered it between Jeremy’s legs.
Oh hell. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I bet you can guess.”
“Damn it, Owen, I told you I don’t catch.”
“Let me. Just once and I’ll make you come. Let me show you what I can do.”
“Fuck.”
“I’ll take that as a yes. And don’t worry,” Owen assured him gruffly. “I’m a natural.”
He couldn’t restrain his shout of surprise when Owen wrapped his lips around his cock again as his wet finger slipped between the cheeks of his ass and pushed inside.
“Owen. That feels… Oh, fuck.”
Yes! Stick it in deeper. Fuck me, Owen. So good.
Jeremy was helpless, his hips rising and falling, caught between the thrusts of Owen’s finger and his hot, talented mouth. Owen’s mouth on him. Owen’s finger inside his ass. The taste of him still on his tongue. He couldn’t think of anything else. Couldn’t hold back. “I’m close.”
Owen grunted against his shaft and sucked so hard his cheeks hollowed. The sensation rang him like a fucking bell. Jeremy wasn’t going to last. He tugged on the soft blond hair in his hands, knowing what would happen next. “I have to come, damn it. If you don’t want—Christ!”
Owen’s finger thrust deep and pressed against a spot that made Jeremy’s body arch off the couch as he came. He was on fire, every nerve raw and shooting off sparks.
Coming so hard in your mouth, baby. Coming for you. Take it all.
Owen choked but didn’t lift his head, giving as good as he’d gotten. It drove Jeremy wild even as he shook with the force of his climax and the knowledge of who had given it to him.