Page 61 of Resonance
Arousal roared through me as Owen peered at me, lips parted, eyes glossy and pupils shot, his fingers playing with the ends of my hair.God Almighty. “Yeah,” I managed, and cleared my throat after a hard swallow. “That’s definitely happening this time.”
He wriggled as I struggled to get his shirt over his head, then caught the fabric and shoved it up his forearms. I stretched his arms above his head and bunched his shirt at his wrists, holding him bound while our chests heaved.
Guiding his wrists behind the nape of his neck, I held them clasped and answered the arch of his back with my lips. His nipples tightened beneath the scratch of my beard as I kissed them.
I licked up the side of his throat, tasted his shoulders in quick, savage nips, and rubbed my cheek against the spate of goose bumps that broke out over his pecs. He thrashed his head side to side as I moved around, raspy breaths spilling from his lips. I could feel the want rising from him like steam, clouding out everything else around me.
“Oh fuck,” he exhaled, lowering his chin as I flicked my gaze up to find his. I licked a slow circle around his tight nipple, taking the pebbled tip in my mouth and savoring the contrast of hard and soft. “Jesus this is hot.”
“Sure that’s not the burner you left on?” I mumbled, then pressed openmouthed kisses from his sternum to his armpit.
“Oh yeah.” His stomach rose and fell rapidly against my mouth as I moved down. “I should turn it off.”
“In a minute.” Or maybe more, because I straightened, hitched him up by his waist, and shoved a plate aside as I planted him on the table.
Owen’s eyes widened and he gasped so loud I startled. “Oh my god, this is perfect. I’m on your table and we’re about to… please, oh god, that’d be so hot.”
My brows pinched with confusion until he barked out, “Can you just sweep everything off the table like in the movies and throw me down on it?”
I regarded Owen for a long moment with laughter bubbling in my chest, but his eyes blazed with such intent that I knew I was going to do it.
Hauling him off the table, I crushed my mouth to his, forgetting for a few seconds what I was supposed to be doing because the way his tongue slid against mine was so warm and needy. He squirmed in my arms until my shirt rucked up, and then watched raptly as I reached behind my neck and pulled the thing off over my head. I slid my hands around his back, then lower, hitching him up by his ass until he locked his legs around me and I bumped us both into the table, fumbling behind him to sweep my arm across the surface.
Wine splashed across the table, the glass rolling to the floor and splintering as plates and silverware crashed after them in an unholy racket. He was right, though; the urgency in the action beat through me like a rain of fire, ratcheting up my arousal as Owen stretched back onto the surface, hips and back canting toward me when I splayed my hand across his chest.
“Stay,” I told him, urging him back down.
“Fuck.” He bit his lip. “Okay.”
My hands skidded through a puddle of wine as I bent over him and kissed his chest. Goosebumps covered his skin, and I kept kissing down his ribs and his side, licked into his belly button to see how far I could make them spread.
His whimpers made the throbbing erection trapped in my jeans ache. I reached down and unzipped, giving it some breathing room as I smeared a wine-wet hand over his chest and chased the aubergine blooms with my tongue.
The next time I painted his lips.
“Take my pants off,” he hissed, then softened his tone to a desperately sweet plea. “Please. Please, please, please take my pants off and put your mouth on me. I can’t fucking stand it.”
That made two of us.
Unbuttoning him, I dragged his pants and boxers down to his ankles and then stepped back, surveying him as he watched me from beneath his lashes, disheveled and glaze-eyed. The harsh rise and fall of his chest deepened the arch of his back. The discomfort of the position was obvious, though he didn’t complain.
Stepping forward again, I hitched his thighs near my waist to mitigate the severe angle and positioned myself between them. His cock gave a few wet jerks against his stomach. It was an overwhelming sight.Hewas overwhelming.
After gently setting his heels to the edge of the table, I left him there, moving in a lust-drunk sway toward the stove burner to flip it off. I nudged some shards of glass out of the way with the toe of my boot and surveyed the length of his body from this new vantage point.
“What are you doing?” Owen tipped his head back over the edge of the table to find me.
“Slowing down. Looking at you.”
His gaze dipped to my open fly and the subtle movement of my hand on my shaft. He wriggled his arms from behind his head until his wrists were free and the T-shirt fell to the floor. Then he reached for me.
“Thought I told you to stay,” I teased.
“I’m not good at minding. Wanna touch you.” He grasped my hips, pulled me close, and reached for my cock, guiding it into his mouth.
I let out a soft curse as his lips closed around me. Different, his tongue sliding over the top of my shaft, the passage eased by the angle so that I was in deep before I knew it, fucking his mouth and spreading a palm over his naked chest to steady myself. I slid my hand lower to fist his leaking cock and he jolted, spluttering around me before he composed himself and licked around my head.
“Gonna keep taking it?” I asked on another thrust, gazing down at my slick length as it moved past his swollen lips. My fingers strayed from Owen’s cock to his throat, and he deepened the curve in it, humming his assent.