Page 104 of In at the Deep End

Apparently not.

What flooded through him wasn’t curiosity anymore, or even something he felt he ought to do because everyone else seemed to.

It was want, simple, powerful, and impossible to mistake.

I spent years wondering whether there was something missing inside me, and all that time, there wasn’t.

He’d been waiting for someone who made him feel like this.

He smiled. “Yes, I am.” He stood, aware of his cock rising. “So why don’t you show me what I’ve been missing?”

Owen rose, took Matt’s hand, and led him out of the lounge and up the stairs.

When they reached his bedroom, Owen closed the windows.

Matt laughed. “Good thinking.” He paused. “Now, what were we doing before I nearly alerted half the lane?”

Owen grinned. “You were getting acquainted with my cock.” He pointed to the bed. “Sit in the middle, with the pillows supporting you.”

Matt walked over to the bed, climbed onto it, and crawled towards the headboard, affording Owen the perfect view of his arse. Those firm, round cheeks, dusted with hair…

Owen groaned. “You are going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

Matt twisted to look at him over his shoulder. “What have I done now?”

“I’m trying to get my dick into your mouth, and meanwhile, you’re already making me think about the next course.”

Matt flipped over onto his back, his gaze locked on Owen’s shaft. “Whereas I’m thinking I might have bitten off more than I can chew with the starter.”

Owen gave another exaggerated wince. “Can you not mention biting right now?”

The light in Matt’s eyes was extremely attractive.

Matt sat back against the pillows, and Owen straddled his chest once more, knees planted on either side, pressed against Matt’s ribs. He placed one hand flat to the wall above the bed, then leaned forwards, guiding the head of his cock to Matt’s lips.

Matt didn’t hesitate. He traced the rim with his tongue, then opened wide to take more of it.

Fucking hell, the suction from those lips, and the sight of them stretched around Owen’s shaft….

“I can see what makes you a good student,” he ground out, gaze locked on his dick as it filled Matt’s mouth. “You learn fast.”

Matt paused, lips wet with saliva, chest rising and falling. “I copied what you did.” His eyes glittered. “So apparently, I had a good teacher.” Then he slid Owen’s cock into wet heaven.

Owen’s balls drew up high and tight, and he fought the urge to bury his dick in Matt’s throat. Matt’s hands were on Owen’s arse, his fingers digging into the flesh, his moans around Owen’s dick causing the most delicious vibrations.

Matt’s face reddened and his eyes glistened, but he took it all as Owen rolled his hips, not going too deep. Matt let go with one hand and curled his fingers around his own shaft, tugging on it, squeezing it, pre-cum already evident.

Any more of this, and Owen would be shooting his load into that talented mouth.

He pulled free. “Next course.”

Matt wiped his lips. “What’s on the menu?”

He shifted down the bed, grabbed Matt’s ankles, and rolled his arse up into the air. “Your hole.”

Matt’s breath caught.

Owen grabbed a pillow, folded it in half, and stuffed it under Matt’s hips.