Page 16 of Owen (Blue Team #1)

The haze of my orgasm cleared with lightning speed.

The door to the bathroom was open. Owen was next to the bed staring down at me with a frown.

No, not a frown, with a horrified frown.

His eyes were not filled with hunger, they were filled with anger.

His chest was bare, his hair was wet, and the lounge pants he wore to bed were on but riding low on his hips.

And lastly, he was not wearing anything under those pants because I could see his erection tenting.

That should’ve taken some of the sting out of his expression.

Maybe he wasn’t horrified, maybe he was just angry I had masturbated in the bed we shared while he was in the bathroom.

I, of course, didn’t know he was in there.

I most certainly wouldn’t have done what I did had I known.

But I did do it. Now he was staring at me and one of my hands was between my legs, the other still cupping my breast. And I swear, I didn’t want to feel anything other than extreme embarrassment but I felt my pussy clench my fingers and I might’ve twitched.

“Jesus, fuck, woman.”

Okay, there was no might about it, I’d twitched.

It was at that moment I should’ve moved my hands but I didn’t. How did one pull their hand out of their panties with their excitement coating their finger and not make a show of it? I didn’t know the answer so I didn’t move. I just laid there.

Owen’s hand moved and my gaze followed as he grabbed his erection over his pants and squeezed. Good gracious. I wished that was my hand or at least he could’ve lowered his pants so I could see.

He didn’t do either.

But with his hand still on his hard-on, he irately mumbled, “Already took care of this once.” Then I watched in rapid fascination as he stroked over those stupid pants. “Come out and find you fucking yourself on the bed, moaning and squirming, now I got a new problem.”

I didn’t want to know what his new problem was. But I had a feeling he was going to tell me. I had a moment of reprieve, only because Owen was silent as he aggressively, way tighter than I would’ve ever dared to grip, gave his dick another hard tug.

“Fucking hell, you still got your fingers in your pussy.”

I did. But I wasn’t going to tell him. Not because silence was my best friend but because I couldn’t form words.

I was too turned on watching him touch himself.

And, I, too, had a new problem. One flick over my clit and I’d come again.

That was all it would take. I had his beautiful face, his fantastic chest, his hard dick at eye level, and his rough voice.

All of that the perfect recipe for an awesome orgasm.

A whimper slipped past my lips and as a reward he growled.

Good Lord Almighty.

My gaze snapped to his and raw hunger stared back at me.

This lasted a long time. The two of us staring at each other. Both of us challenging the other.

A dare.

A taunt.

Who would do what first?

Then Owen ended the standoff.

“Fuck it.”

He yanked the covers off me and I started to disengage my hand but stopped when Owen grunted, “Do not move.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t even breathe when he climbed onto the bed and pulled my sweats down, somehow hooking my panties with them.

His head tipped down and his gaze landed between my legs.

The hand still covering my sex trembled under Owen’s examination.

Then he shoved my t-shirt up until the material was bunched under my chin.

“Owen.”

His eyes snapped to mine and I forgot what I was going to say. Or perhaps I was going to ask a question. More likely I was going to beg him to do something other than stare but I was lost in his hunger.

“You want this?” he asked.

I nodded my head.

“Nothing changes, Nat.”

I nodded because I knew that. Nothing would change. There would be no future. There couldn’t be. This would be a fling, maybe even a one and done, but I didn’t care. I was used to not getting what I wanted. Long ago I’d accepted I didn’t have a future.

“Nothing changes, Owen,” I verbally agreed.

“Don’t have protection, so this isn’t gonna go far.”

“I have an IUD. I’m clean. I haven’t been with a man in five years,” I blurted out.

Then I prayed that in his current state he wouldn’t ask me why I’d had a long dry spell.

“It hasn’t been five years for me,” he returned.

I wanted to know how long it’d been. If he had women since I’d come to live with him. But it was none of my business and frankly, it would hurt so bad knowing he’d been with someone or lots of someones since I’d lived with him I seriously never, ever wanted to know.

It seemed our conversation was over and Owen punctuated this by grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand out from between my legs. Then he lifted it and sucked two of my fingers into his mouth.

I was too caught up in the way his tongue felt licking my fingers clean to make a sound. But inside I was shouting for joy .

He pulled my fingers free and asked, “How many times did you make yourself come?”

“Twice.”

His eyes darkened and I trembled.

“What were you thinking about?”

“You.” My cheeks burned with my admission.

“Don’t get shy now, Nat. I walked in and watched you working yourself over. Whatever you were thinking had to be good, you were so lost in it you didn’t hear me come in and I was not quiet. So, tell me, what was I doing to you?”

I would think about how rude it was for him to walk in and watch instead of stopping me later.

“The first one you were fingering me.”

“That all?” Oh, shit. I didn’t think I had it in me to tell him. “You were playing up top, Nat. I watched you pulling your nipple. Were you thinking about my mouth being there?”

“Yes.”

“And the second one? What were you thinking about then?”

“I don’t think I was thinking about anything as much as I heard you growl because that’s what started the second one. Hearing you. Or maybe it was just one long one. But hearing the sound of you is what did it.”

“Christ,” he bit out. “I want you playing with your tits while I eat you. Both hands, Nat.”

Owen let go of my wrist, and before my limp hand could fall like a ton of bricks, I took control of the limb and lowered it to the bed.

“I don’t know if I can do that while you’re watching.”

“You already did,” he reminded me.

Conflicting emotions warred in my head. I wanted this. I wanted to be brave enough to do what Owen asked. Hell, I wanted to let go of all my inhibitions and just feel. Let Owen guide me wherever he wanted to take me .

Slowly I dragged my hand over the sheet then picked it up and cupped my other breast.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.”

And something inside of me settled. That was what I needed.

“Months I’ve been wondering.”

“Wondering what?”

“What you’d taste like, what you’d feel like, what you’d look like. I haven’t touched you yet, but all of it’s better than I thought.”

“Then touch me.”

“Not yet. I want to watch you get yourself ready for me first.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but I had a fairly good idea, so in an effort not to delay or chicken out because I really wanted to be touched, I slid my thumbs over my nipples.

And because I seriously wanted to touch him I engaged my forefinger and rolled my nipples, pinching and even tugging until I was panting again.

“Beautiful,” he drawled and his hands finally touched me.

Feather-light against the inside of my legs from my knee up to the top of my thigh.

“More.”

“Slow.”

I didn’t want slow. I wanted more, and to communicate this wish, I bent my knees and planted my feet on the mattress.

Owen dropped his gaze from my breast to between my legs and I waited.

Then I waited some more until he finally lowered himself between my legs.

“Wider.”

I let my knees fall open, then slow was a thing of the past. There was no gentle build-up.

Oh, no, Owen ate .

He licked, he sucked, he nibbled. He didn’t use his fingers but his tongue to fuck me, and when I came it was swift and my body was wound so tight before it snapped it was a wonder I didn’t fly apart.

But there was no time to recover before he was up and his mouth was on mine and he fucked me with his tongue again.

It was a kiss but it wasn’t. It was almost violent in its intensity.

He was in full control—all I had to do was follow.

Something else settled inside of me. Owen would absolutely take me where he wanted to go and I was a-okay with that.

He broke the kiss and I licked my lips tasting myself and I loved knowing it was Owen’s lips that had transferred the flavor.

I freaking loved the reason why his mouth tasted like me.

Later I might wonder if that was strange but for now, I was basking in three orgasms. Two I’d given myself, one from Owen.

“Want more, baby. You ready?”

More?

Oh, yeah, I was ready for more.

But I simply replied, “Yeah.”

Owen rolled away, tugged his pants down, and I was positive my jaw dropped. I knew for a fact I blinked, then I blinked again just to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing.

“Um…” I muttered and snapped my mouth closed.

Houston, we have a problem.

That wasn’t going to fit.

I know, I know, right about now you’re wondering if I’m exaggerating. Telling tall tales. Maybe even bullshitting.

But I was not.

Length, above average but not crazy. It was the girth.

Owen was thick. Not just above-average—thick as in a porn star would take one look at his dick and quit over safety concerns.

There was no way he’d fit in my mouth, not unless I found a way to unhinge my jaw.

And since humans were not capable of cranial kinesis this was an impossibility.

Yet for some reason I wanted to test my assumption and put my mouth on him.

Way before I was done contemplating his circumference Owen rolled back, guided my hand between his legs, and my fingers wrapped around his dick. He used his hand over mine to stroke.

“I like it hard, baby, hold on tight,” he told me and I tightened my grip. “Oh, yeah, just like that.” His hand left mine and I continued to jerk my fist up and down. “Hitch your leg up over my hip, but don’t lose my cock.”

We were on our sides facing each other but my head was a tad bit higher than his.

His face was at breast-level and I had to stretch to keep hold of him.

But the moment my leg was where he wanted Owen made the uncomfortable position worth it.

In a dual assault, his tongue swiped over my nipple and two thick fingers drove into my pussy.

After that, he didn’t stop. Just like before Owen didn’t waste time, he didn’t coax, he didn’t charm—he took.

And the faster his fingers thrust the faster I pumped my hand on his dick.

I was close and getting closer. My hips were moving on their own reaching for the climax that was dancing just out of reach.

I wanted it. I wanted to come around his fingers like in my fantasy, but more, I wanted him to.

I doubled my efforts and added a twist on my downward slides.

This earned me a groan so I did it again only harder.

Unfortunately, that made him remove his mouth from my nipple and that was a damn shame because his mouth felt good.

He knew what he was doing, suck hard but not painful.

Giving me the edge of his teeth, scraping but not biting.

I wanted his mouth back desperately but I quickly changed my mind when he spoke.

“Jesus fuck,” he rumbled. “Better. So much better. Taste better. Feel better. Look better. Kiss better. Had no clue a woman could feel this good. ”

The compliment albeit crass warmed someplace deep inside of me that had always been cold. A place I knew was there but I’d locked away because if I didn’t I’d freeze to death.

Sex was a weapon.

It was a tool.

A means to an end.

But not with Owen.

“You are so goddamn beautiful, Natasha.”

His words slammed into me. Heart and soul. Mind and body. My breasts swelled and phantom twinges pulled my nipples. My pussy clenched and convulsed. And I closed my eyes against the onslaught of emotions.

“Wanna see you, Nat.”

I shook my head and let the pleasure he was creating sweep me away. Pleasure, not emotion.

Owen’s hand stilled, his fingers deep, his palm pressing against my clit, and my eyes opened.

“Don’t stop.”

“Keep your eyes open.”

I nodded and he went back to work. This time he curled his fingers and my body jerked.

“Oh, yeah. There it is, baby, ride my fingers and come for me.”

There was no option but to obey. I kept my eyes open and rode his fingers until my climax built and I was ready to explode.

“Harder, Nat. Take me with you.”

I did as he asked and moments later Owen’s long, rough groan filled my ears right before I felt warm splashes of his orgasm hit my stomach. I only got to enjoy the excitement of my accomplishment for a few seconds before I was floating in a sea of euphoria. Total bliss.

But the best part was not my fourth orgasm of the day, and it wasn’t even nine o’clock in the morning. It wasn’t that I’d stroked Owen’s heavy cock until he came on my stomach. It wasn’t even that I’d lived a dream I never thought I would.

It was the look on Owen’s face. Gone was the hunger that had turned into savage aggression. It was his eyes. The way he was looking at me. Tenderness shone so brightly it seared my soul. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like they gave even the barest hint of care if I lived or died.

Owen would never love me. But he was giving me a gift. He was giving kindness.

And he thought I was goddamn beautiful.

I’d take that to my grave. I’d take it and lock it deep, remember it for the rest of my life. I’d cherish it and recall it whenever I needed it.

Then Owen gave me another gift, this one no less beautiful than the way he’d looked at me.

His chin dipped and his lips pressed against my forehead before he lowered them and brushed them over mine.

Tender. Sweet. Gentle. I’d never had any of those things.

No one had ever brushed their lips over mine.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and prayed now was not going to be the time I broke down into tears.

I didn’t know what to say so I followed Owen’s lead and softly kissed his mouth, his jaw, and brushed my lips over his cheek. When my mouth got close to his ear I whispered something I thought he should know.

“No matter what I will never forget you. Until the day I die I will remember every moment I spent with you. You’re the best person I have ever known, Owen.”

I ignored the stillness. I pretended he hadn’t turned to stone next to me. I refused to allow what that meant to penetrate my brain. I couldn’t—or I would break.