Page 154 of In at the Deep End

I am.

And somehow, without either of them noticing when it had happened, Matt had become the man Owen trusted to give it.

He reached for Matt’s hand, his thumb brushing across the back of it.

“You already are what I need.” Then he grinned. “I was planning on it being tonight, though.”

Matt’s eyes gleamed. “So it’s a limited offer?”

Owen’s heartbeat quickened. “That will depend entirely on you.” He knelt on all fours, his breath catching as Matt shifted across the bed to kneel behind him.

“You’re not in any hurry to get me in there, are you? Because there’s something else I’d like to do, while I have the chance.”

Before Owen could get a word out, insistent fingers spread his cheeks, and a warm, wet tongue gave a tentative lick over his hole.

“Fuck.” Owen buried his face in the pillow, his cock trying to burrow through the mattress. Matt’s breath warmed him, his tongue dancing over his pucker, setting nerves alight that had been dormant for far too long.

Matt’s groan of pleasure tickled. “This feels amazing.”

Owen’s only response was to reach back and pull his cheeks apart in invitation. He kept his eyes tight shut, wanting to focus on the delicious sensations, the tingling that shot through him, the way Matt’s tongue created waves of exquisite pleasure that ebbed and flowed, sending him higher, higher…

Then Matt stopped. He pressed his chest to Owen’s back and kissed his neck, Owen aware of hardness against his lower back.

“Will this oil also serve as lube? Because I really don’t want to move right now.”

Owen forced out a chuckle. “It’ll do.” His heart lurched into high gear when Matt retreated. He caught the snick of the bottle cap, and the slow trickle of oil over his hole. “Matt…” His pulse raced. “Slide a finger in. It’s been a while.”

Matt chuckled. “I was planning on doing that.”

Owen held his breath before he remembered to breathe, and Matt’s finger slowly pressed into him. “Oh.”

“Is that okay?”

He shuddered out a breath. “It’s fine. Keep going.” Then he forgot about Matt’s imminent dick and lost himself in the feel of his fingers, stroking, twisting, forcing him to remember how fucking awesome Ben had felt when he’d played with Owen’s hole.

How fucking amazing Matt felt right now.

Matt’s slippery cock was at his hole, easing into him, Matt’s hands gentle on Owen’s hips, moving slowly.

“Oh God.” Matt sounded breathless. “So tight. So good.”

Owen propped himself up on his hands and rocked backwards, meeting Matt’s thrusts. Every sensation sharpened, every zing of pleasure ricocheting through him grew more acute.

“You can go harder,” he gasped out when the pace became unbearable and he was ready for more.

Matt picked up a little speed, then raised one leg, planting his foot on the mattress. He leaned over Owen’s back, his hand cupping Owen’s pec as he slid faster, deeper into Owen’s body.

Owen turned his head on the pillow to look at him. “Like that. Harder.”

Matt changed position, crouching over Owen as he drove his cock into him, his knees pressed against Owen’s flanks, holding him prisoner. Then he slowed to a crawl, stroking Owen’s back and shoulders as he filled him, stretched him, his breathing loud in Owen’s ear. Long, leisurely thrusts alternating with short, quick ones.

“Let… let me turn over,” Owen begged. Matt pulled free of him, and Owen reached for the oil. “Want to be inside you. If I take it slow…”

Matt nodded. “Lots of oil, then.” He straddled Owen’s hips, and Owen held his cock steady around the root while Matt guided the head to kiss his hole.

Matt’s chest heaved. “Go slow.”

Owen nodded. “Take it when you’re ready.”