Page 35 of Pick Me

It wasn’t much of a warning, because the moment he said the words, Owen’s mouth was claiming mine.

I let out a little surprised squeak, which quickly shifted to a low moan of pleasure. He knelt above me on the couch, one

knee between my thighs and his other leg bracing himself on the ground. Owen’s hand snaked behind my neck and rested there,

like he was holding me in place.

The sweet relief of finally kissing him felt like coming up from under water and taking that first gasping breath of air.

How I needed this.

Owen’s tongue brushed along my lips right as he pressed his knee fully between my legs, and I shivered as a shock of pleasure

ran through my body.

I felt him smile against my mouth as his other hand gathered up the hem of my skirt. His touch was urgent as his palm covered

the top of my thigh.

“We can’t stop this time,” I murmured against his mouth, sounding just as desperate as I felt. “Please don’t stop.”

He pulled away to gaze down at me, looking wilder than I’d ever seen. “Oh, there’s not a chance we’re stopping,” he breathed.

He lowered himself again to whisper in my ear. “I’ve been waiting too long for this.”

The growl in his voice was an unexpected jolt. This was impatient Owen, the one who expected me to fall in line and do whatever he said.

As always, I was willing.

He shifted his weight again, this time smoothly moving his leg over mine so that he could lower his hips on top of me. I rose

up greedily to meet him, desperate to feel more of him pressed against me.

We settled that way as we kissed, the length of his body on mine, and I wrapped my legs around his thighs so that I could

move even closer to him.

I was blazing with heat now, the cool air-conditioned comfort of his home no competition for the fire he was stoking inside

of me. We were moving at a frenzied pace, mouths hungry, hands exploring, but it still wasn’t fast enough for me.

He pushed his hand between us and his fingertips found the edge of my underwear.

“Take these off.” Owen’s voice was raspy in my ear, his warm breath an unexpected caress. “I want to touch you.”

It was his way of ensuring that I wanted this as much as he did. He wasn’t going to tease me into submission. After all our

stops and starts, he was confirming that I wanted him .

I wrenched them off awkwardly with one hand while still trying to kiss him, wiggling beneath him to slide my underwear down

my legs and onto the floor beside us.

“ Thank you,” he whispered as he slid his hand to my heat.

My breathing shifted to shallow gasps as he gently explored me, expertly circling and stroking between my legs, slipping deep

inside, then shifting to focus on my clit.

I arched against him as our mouths crashed together again. My heart was pounding dangerously fast, and it felt too big for my chest. I was gradually becoming unhinged, but Owen seemed fully in control and loving every second of his power over me.

He paused to pull back and scan my face. “Do you feel good?”

I bit my lip and nodded.

He bowed closer to my ear. “Tell me. What do you like?”

I took in a shaky breath.

“I like... your hands... touching me.” It came out as a strangled whisper.

He ran his teeth along the side of my neck, alternating between kisses and bites.

“And what should I do next?”

His fingertips skimmed between my legs then stopped, and I nearly cried out with need.

“Take your clothes off?” I offered meekly, because what I really wanted was for him to keep touching me.

He shook his head slowly and shifted to his knees, his eyes burning into mine. “Let me clarify... What should I do to you next?”

I shivered.

“Take my clothes off?” I managed.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he murmured as he got to work.

First, he gathered my skirt, fisting the fabric in both hands and gently pulling it down, like he was unwrapping a gift. He

let out a sigh of appreciation as he tossed the crumpled thing on the ground.

“You are fucking stunning ,” he said as he ran his hand from my lower stomach and down my thighs. “Absolutely perfect.”

It was a featherlight caress, but it was enough to get a shaky breath out of me.

“And now this,” he said, leaning forward to gentle my tank off, leaving me in just my bra.

Owen gazed down at me hungrily and my stomach tightened in response. I wasn’t used to being so openly admired. So appreciated.

My skin heated as his eyes traced over me, followed by his hand. He cupped my breasts over the lace of my bra and brushed

his thumb over each nipple. I arched my back to try to get closer to his hand as it traveled down my torso.

I reached up to clasp his shoulder, to try to pull him down to me again.

He grasped my wrist tightly and shook his head. “No... I need to look at you.”

When he released me, I slid my hand under his sleeve, hoping that my touch would be enough to refocus him on something more

than just looking. His arm was a brick of muscle, and I couldn’t wait to feel it wrapped around me.

He finally finished his inch-by-inch inventory of my nearly naked body and leaned down to kiss me again. We crashed together,

as if the few seconds of not touching and kissing was a reset and had tripled our hunger for each other.

We somehow ended up on our knees on the couch, wrapped around each other and holding on for dear life.

I wanted every inch of him. In the frenzy of Owen focusing on the mechanics of unfastening my bra, I managed to slip his shirt

over his head to reveal his chest. The broad expanse was yet another secret he’d been hiding from me. I traced it with my

fingertips, gentling through the scattering of hair along his pecs, then flattened my palms against his skin and slid them

around to his back.

How was he so soft ?

Owen rumbled against my mouth as I slid my hand down to cup his ass through his jeans.

It was hard to focus on anything other than the way he was working me into a frenzy, slipping inside of me, teasing my tender

nub until I had to bite down on his shoulder to keep from crying out. I felt like I could come within seconds.

I finally managed to reach between us to pull at the button on his jeans, clumsy with need. I shoved them down enough that

I could grasp his hard length through his boxers while he kept touching me, edging me closer.

I wasn’t shocked to discover that he was packing yet another surprise for me. I had no clue how he hid it in the loose basketball

shorts he wore, but his cock was a monster.

“ Condom ,” he rasped. “Damn it.”

He clutched his half-down jeans and speed-waddled to what I assumed was a powder room. I giggled when I heard him muttering

expletives as cabinet doors and drawers opened and closed.

“Victory,” he said as he stumbled back to me, holding his jeans up with one hand and the condom in the other. He raised it

to his mouth to rip it open.

“Now wait a second,” I scolded softly. “My turn.”

I pushed him back a little so that I could peel his jeans and boxers farther down his thighs. Owen watched me, his stomach

concave and his breath husky as I gripped him. I leaned down and kissed the glistening tip, and he let his head drop back

with a groan. He threaded his fingers in my hair and wrapped it around his hand, gripping tightly.

I opened my lips to take his length in my mouth, and I was barely halfway down his thick shaft when he pulled away abruptly,

making a wounded noise like it took every ounce of his strength to stop me.

I ignored him and continued working his cock with my tongue, taking him all the way in my mouth.

“ Fuck... ” Owen whispered as he hit the back of my throat.

My gag reflex was nonexistent.

“I’m stopping you now,” he whispered unconvincingly.

He gave my hair a little tug, but I gripped onto his hips tighter.

I wasn’t sure how he managed it, but Owen somehow flipped me so I was flat on my back on the couch with my feet on the ground.

He knelt in front of me, placed his hands on my inner thighs and pushed between my legs, sealing his mouth against my slick

seam and getting an instant moan out of me.

“My turn,” he murmured before he plunged his tongue inside of me again.

I couldn’t catch my breath, and I found myself going up on my toes and rocking closer to him, tangling my fingers in his hair

as he worked his magic on me. If his fingers were expert level, his tongue was a maestro. I felt almost crazed as he inched

me closer to the edge.

And then I was caught off guard, flying and falling all at once, my whole world expanding in this single moment of release.

I cried out, hoping that the walls and floors in his place were thick.

Finally, there was no breath left in my lungs. I went quiet.

I’d barely recovered, still half on and half off the couch, panting with my eyes shut. I heard the crinkle of a wrapper, and

suddenly I could feel Owen’s heat near me again.

“C’mere,” he murmured as he pulled me to standing.

My legs were liquefied but I wasn’t standing for long. Owen dropped onto the couch, then pulled me onto his lap so that I

was straddling his thighs.

Owen locked onto me, his eyes stormy. “Yes?”

His thumb stroked my cheek gently. I leaned into his hand, and he cupped my face, smiling at me in the dim light.

I nodded, raised up onto my knees, and then lowered myself onto him one aching inch at a time. When our bodies were flush

again, we both sighed, like we’d arrived at a destination we’d taken too long to reach.

And then a mix of urgency and languor, as if we didn’t want to rush but we couldn’t help ourselves.

Owen’s hands rested on my hips, helping me, guiding me, urging me on.

“You’re killing me, Brooke,” he whispered as we moved together. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

He flipped me over in a single swift move so that I was beneath him on the couch. Owen leaned down to kiss me as he thrust

deep. I couldn’t imagine it feeling any sweeter, but then his fingers were back between my legs, urging me closer, faster,

like he wanted me to come again before he did for the first time.

I tried to fight it off as every part of my body tensed and got ready to unfurl once again. I wanted to savor our moment,

but Owen was rolling his hips against me so perfectly, his fingertips so right, that I couldn’t stop myself. I arched up as

I cried out with pleasure and relief.

Owen increased his tempo, and a few seconds later he collapsed on top of me, panting. I wrapped my arms around him and welcomed

his full weight as he recovered.

“We just fit together,” he finally whispered in my ear.

I hugged him closer and nodded.

I think I’d always known it.