Page 10 of Redemption Ridge Vol II

“Oh…I,” Tyler stammered. He locked his legs tighter around Owen and snapped his hips up over and over. Owen felt the wet evidence of Tyler’s arousal on his stomach, and the scent drove him wild. Fuck, he wanted to peel those briefs down and give Tyler what he needed, but Owen had promised to let Tyler set the pace. He clearly wanted to get off, but he might not be ready for it to occur by Owen’s mouth or hand. So, he switched to the right nipple and repeated his sensual onslaught while Tyler dug his fingers into Owen’s scalp and his heels into the mattress. “I need…oh…Owen…please.” With one last scrape of Owen’s teeth, Tyler came on a strangled cry. His briefs were no match for his hot release. It soaked his underwear and smeared up and down Owen’s belly as Tyler rubbed out his orgasm.

Owen nuzzled a path back up to Tyler’s mouth and kissed him until he was fully pliant and replete beneath him. Pushing up on his arms, Owen moved to roll over, but Tyler wrapped his legs around his calves once more and tightened his fingers in Owen’s hair. If Ty weren’t careful, Owen would have a bald patch or two in the morning.

“But you didn’t…” Tyler said.

“This isn’t about me.”

Tyler scowled. “Kiss for a kiss and a touch for a touch. You got to see me come.”

Owen smirked. “And I felt it too. Do you always come that much, or have you been saving it up?” A blush stole across Tyler’s cheeks. “You don’t have to answer that, Ty.” Owen inhaled deeply and said, “I love smelling your spunk and wearing it on my skin.”

Tyler’s cheeks flushed a darker pink, but his eyes glittered with pure arousal. “I want the same. Your dick does too. It’s escaped your boxers.”

Owen had been so caught up in taking care of Tyler that he hadn’t noticed. He pushed up on his elbows and looked down the length of their bodies. “So he has.” Owen met Tyler’s gaze again. The idea of getting off while Tyler watched amplified Owen’s arousal to dangerous levels. He didn’t want to stroke out before he shared this moment with Ty, so he focused on a strategy. “Your dick is going to be too sensitive for me to rub one out against it.”

“Straddle me and jerk off so I can watch,” Tyler said.

Owen could only blink for a few seconds as he inhaled deeply through his nose. If Ty kept up the dirty talk, the fun would be over before he wrapped the first finger around his dick. “You’ll need to let go of my hair, then.”

“Oh,” Tyler said. He relaxed his fingers and took his sweet time, carding them through the strands. “Sorry.”

Owen gave him a quick kiss. “I’m not.” He pushed up and straddled Tyler’s lean hips. His flushed dick jutted out in front of him, pointing at Tyler like he was due north. “Do you want me to tuck this back inside and jerk off inside my boxers?”

Tyler frowned at him for a second before shaking his head. “Show me what you do when you think about me.”

Where the hell had inexperienced, shy Tyler gone? Owen nearly asked as much but didn’t want to ruin the moment. He shoved his boxers down his thighs to fully release his dick. Owen’s balls, full and heavy, drew Tyler’s attention until Owen wrapped one hand at the base of his cock.

“Want lube?” Tyler asked.

Owen wanted to come and was prepared to spit in his hand, but Tyler rotated his upper body to open his nightstand. He handed Owen a bottle of lube from Hope’s store. Tyler avoided that place like the plague, so Owen wasn’t sure how he got it, and he forgot to care once he drizzled the cool lubricant on his erection. His cock throbbed and pulsed in his hand as he slicked his flesh. On the second pass, Owen tightened his fist to give maximum pleasure, rotating his wrist at the end to hit that sweet spot just under the cockhead. He wanted to close his eyes and let the sensations wash over him, but he couldn’t look away from Tyler, whose gaze raked up and down his body. Tyler’s lips parted, and he panted softly as if he felt every one of Owen’s strokes too.

He was so fucking ready to come but wanted to drag this pleasure out for as long as he could. Maybe he was dreaming. Perhaps Tyler would change his mind when the sun came up. Or just fucking possibly everything he’d dreamed of was coming true. Owen reached down and cupped his balls with his free hand. He gave them a firm tug as he continued working his cock faster and harder. Watching Tyler’s reactions to Owen getting himself off was the hottest thing he’d ever done. Pleasure built inside him like a pressure cooker. “On you?” Owen rasped.

“Please.”

Owen leaned over Tyler, bracing his weight with one hand by Ty’s head and working his dick with the other. It only took a few pumps before he painted Tyler’s abdomen. Black dots danced in front of his vision as he sucked air into his lungs. He’d never come so hard in his life, and they’d barely scratched the surface of intimacy. Owen’s bones had turned to jelly, and the arm supporting his weight trembled from strain. Reality tried to intrude as his blood flow redirected back to his postclimax brain, but Owen ignored any negative thoughts. Tyler stared at his splattered stomach with a delighted smile on his face, and that was what Owen wanted to focus on.

“I wanted to touch you,” Tyler said. He raised his head and met Owen’s gaze. “I wanted to feel your thigh muscles as they flexed and test the weight of your balls in my palm.” He swallowed hard, and his eyes widened. “Those thoughts came so naturally to me, and I didn’t stop to consider if they were right or wrong. They felt like they’ve been a part of me all along, only I just now realized it. You just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I’m already wondering what we can try next.”

Pride swelled in Owen’s chest. “It was the best I’ve ever had.” Tyler wore a dubious expression that Owen quickly kissed away. “Have I ever lied to you?”

“No.”

“And I never will,” Owen vowed. “I’ve never shared an orgasm with someone I love before tonight. I hooked up with guys, but I never emotionally engaged with them.” Owen covered his heart and added, “Makes all the difference in the world.”

Tyler’s mouth opened and closed a few times, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t get the words to come out. Maybe Owen had gone too far with his love declaration, but he’d waited six fucking years to confess his feelings and apparently had run out of chill. That didn’t mean he expected Tyler to reciprocate.

“We said touch for touch and kiss for kiss,” Owen reminded him. “We didn’t promise to exchange endearments or commitments. Hang on to those words until they flow as naturally as breathing.”

Tyler opened his mouth as if to protest or defy him, and Owen covered his lips with his fingers.

“You’re not ready.” Or maybe Owen was the one who wasn’t prepared. He couldn’t risk Tyler saying those words to him in the heat of the moment only to take them back later.

Tyler pursed his lips together in the sexiest pout Owen had ever seen. “Fine. I want more kissing, though.”

“You got it, but we better clean up first.” He leaned over the side of the bed to snag his shirt off the floor. He wiped them both off before tossing it back down. Owen rolled to his side so Tyler could get out of bed. Those wet briefs had to be uncomfortable as hell, but they sure were sexy. He was nearly giddy from the evidence that he’d made Tyler come.

“I’ll just change my underwear and clean up,” Tyler said as he rolled to his feet. “Don’t fall asleep.”