Don’t leave, Jeremy wanted to shout, but he was too turned on. Too dazed. Why was Owen leaving?
“I believe it’s my turn,” Owen said, turning with the robe’s tie in his hands. “Bend over the bed and put your hands behind your back, Jeremy. Now.”
He didn’t hesitate. This is what he needed. Owen taking control. Taking the lead. Letting him know everything was going to be fine. Yes—Owen tied his wrists together—better than fine.
“I have big plans for our honeymoon,” Owen said conversationally. “It involves a lot of begging on your part and it’s going to take days. As many hours as you thought you needed to stay away from me before the wedding.”
Jesus. Longer than their session at the cabin. “Anything you want, Owen.”
He felt a stinging smack on his ass cheek, and then heard a groan. “The honeymoon,” Owen repeated roughly. “Not now.”
Jeremy moaned low and long at the feel of the tongue between his cheeks. When it pushed inside with a growl Jeremy almost floated off the bed. “Yes,” he gasped. “Owen, God that’s…”
He couldn’t speak anymore. His cock was digging a hole in the bed and he couldn’t move with his hands tied. All he could do was take what Owen gave him. Deeper. Fuck me, baby. I need more. “Please.”
Owen lifted his head. “Where’s the—”
“Under the bed.”
He bit his lip when Owen’s mouth left him and then he heard rustling and wrapping paper tearing. “Who the hell gave you this?”
Jeremy pressed his forehead into the mattress. “Tasha. It was for us. For tonight.”
“Fuck,” Owen swore softly. “She does know her toys and lube. I’m going to use every one of these on you after the reception. It looks like she bought out the whole store. I hope to hell you caught up on your sleep.”
“I couldn’t sleep without you.” The honest reply was met with silence, then Owen was on the bed and cupping his face, kissing him like a man possessed.
“I need you,” he gasped, pulling back and shuddering. “I need to…” He untied Jeremy’s wrists and rolled him onto his back, reaching behind him for a small red bottle of lube. “I’ll take my turn later. I want to see your face.”
Jeremy arched his neck, writhing on the bed as Owen prepared him in silence. Then he was there, between Jeremy’s spread thighs as he stretched him with a slow, delicious pressure. “Finn.”
Owen gripped his wrists and held them over his head. “You’ll be a Finn soon.” His lips parted as he sunk further inside. “Mine.”
“I’m already yours.” I’ve always been yours. “Oh God…” Jeremy bent his knees and flexed his hips, needing all of him. Everything. Why was he holding back?
“Slow, Jeremy.” Something in his tone made Jeremy open his eyes. “Let me love you.”
And he did. Jeremy’s head was spinning as Owen kissed his neck, his chest, everywhere he could reach while keeping his strokes long and deep and achingly slow.
Jeremy trembled beneath him, sounds like whimpers and pleas escaping his tight throat as the man he loved worshipped his body with a tenderness he’d rarely shown in the bedroom.
“My Jeremy,” Owen whispered, pressing their foreheads together. “Always mine.”
He was killing him. “I love you so damn much. Please, Owen.”
Jeremy kissed him as if he were starving. It felt like he was. He was more on edge than any bondage or paddling session had ever made him. Strung out from desire with pre-cum coating the head of his cock, all he could do was wrap his legs around Owen’s waist and rock himself against his tight abs. “Owen.”
Owen groaned against his lips, his hand slipping between them to grip as much of Jeremy’s erection as he could. He changed position and slung his hips with more force—Fuck, yes—faster than he had before. He was close. So fucking close.
Love you, Owen. Love you, baby. Love…
“God, Jeremy.” Owen was groaning loudly now. “Come for me, babe.”
“Harder,” Jeremy cried. “Please, God, don’t stop. I’m going to—Owen.”
“Yes.” Owen’s lean, beautiful body quaked against him as they came together. Jeremy wasn’t sure where his orgasm ended and Owen’s began. They kissed and caressed each other, shivering with each pulse of release, whispering words of praise and love.
When he came back to himself, Owen was guiding him back into the shower, gliding soapy hands lovingly over his body. He touched him with a reverence that made something tighten in Jeremy’s chest. Owen rinsed him and dried him off with a towel, kissing him softly once more before stepping away to reach for his robe.
“I should go back to my room now.”
Jeremy frowned. “No you shouldn’t. I was wrong. This was a stupid idea.”
“Yes it was.” Owen laughed. “And I’m going to remind you how wrong you were until we celebrate our first anniversary. Maybe longer. But we don’t want to spoil your reputation as the responsible one in this relationship, do we? Besides, my tuxedo is in the other bedroom and we both need to get dressed.” He reached for the doorknob, pinning Jeremy to the spot with something painfully beautiful blazing in his Finn blue eyes. “I have a wedding to get to.”