Page 101 of In at the Deep End

Matt peered at it. “Sunscreen?”

Owen chuckled. “I don’t want you going home with burnt bits. That would take some explaining.”

Matt lay down, his dick hard against his belly.

Owen grabbed a cushion, dropped it to the ground by Matt’s head, then knelt. A moment later, the scent of coconut permeated the air as Owen slowly ran his hands over Matt’s shoulders.

“That reminds me of being a kid,” Matt murmured. “Mum always used a sunscreen that smelled like this.”

Owen’s wry chuckle sounded near his ear. “That’s probably because it was a popular brand back then. I still like it, but I have to search harder to find it nowadays.” Warm, slick hands slid over Matt’s chest, and he shivered when Owen’s thumbs brushed his nipples. Owen used firm strokes, applying the oil to Matt’s abs, then his arms, making sure it was rubbed into the skin.

It was sensual overload, the feel of those strong hands, the scent surrounding him, the smell of Owen as he leaned over Matt, a combination of sun-warmed skin and sweat. Matt closed his eyes against the distraction, biting his lip when Owen slid lower down his torso⁠—

Ignoring his cock completely.

Then Owen got up and changed position, kneeling at the foot of the lounger. He applied a little more oil into his cupped palm before taking Matt’s left food and massaging it, sliding slick fingers between his toes, kneading the ball of his foot, rubbing his ankle…

Matt’s first foot massage had him hard as steel.

“If you’d told me how much I’d like that, I wouldn’t have believed you.”

Owen laughed as he began work on Matt’s right foot. “We all need new experiences.”

He chuckled. “You’ve given me quite a few of those.” He let out a quiet moan as Owen pushed his thumbs into the sole. “God, that feels good.”

“It’s supposed to.” Owen’s hands were on his calves now, his strokes firm and steady. Matt was so relaxed, he couldn’t have moved if he’d tried. He watched Owen rubbing slick palms over his thighs, thumbs digging into the quad muscles, moving in slow, mesmerising circles.

Then Owen’s fingers nudged his sac, and Matt was alert in an instant.

Owen leaned forwards, his lips scant inches from Matt’s dick, his gaze locked on Matt’s face.

All Matt could manage was a nod.

A heartbeat later, Owen’s mouth enclosed the head of his dick, and Matt had to stifle a moan. Owen didn’t even pause, but bobbed his head, taking Matt deeper, flicking the frenulum with his tongue before giving his shaft the same treatment.

That feels even better than it did last night. If such a thing were possible.

Granted, Matt’s experience thus far was limited to being on the receiving end of two blowjobs, getting halfway through giving Owen a hand job, and two very slippery showers, but he had no doubt there was more to come.

What shocked him was how much he wanted it all.

Matt brought his hands to Owen’s head, keeping him there, Owen’s movements gaining in speed, humming around Matt’s length, making him tingle all over his body. His heart raced, his breathing shallow, and he absolutely did not want this to stop.

Then Owen paused and looked up, his lips shiny.

“Want to try?”

Oh God.

“Yes.”

Owen got to his feet, his cock stiff, and Matt swallowed.

How much of that can I take?

Owen raised the head end of the lounger. He knelt on it, his hand shifting lazily along his length. “Don’t run before you can walk, okay?”

Matt managed a smile. “Small bites, right?”