Page 131 of In at the Deep End

Matt nuzzled his neck, sending a shiver through him. “I don’t suppose you keep supplies in here,” he murmured.

Owen chuckled, dipped his hand into his pocket, and removed a couple of packets of lube. “I’d have made a great Boy Scout. I’m prepared for any eventuality.” He placed them on the cushion beside him.

Matt pulled back, warm eyes meeting his. “And that’s all we need—now.”

The reminder of his test result had Owen’s shivers multiplying. Since then, there’d been blowjobs, rimming, frotting….

The prospect of sliding bare into Matt’s tight hole sent his heart racing.

Then all such delicious thoughts sank beneath a wave of anticipation when he realised Matt wasn’t touching him so gently anymore. He was moving, rocking, grinding, his breathing quickening, his chest rising and falling faster.

Matt was catching fire, and Owen wanted that heat.

He slid his hands under Matt’s tee, stroking warm bare skin, reaching higher to find the nipples he knew Matt loved to be teased. A shiver rippled through Matt as Owen flicked them, and he rocked a little faster, Owen conscious of that hard cock against his own.

He knew the second Matt had the same realisation.

Matt climbed off him, knelt on the carpet, and popped the button on Owen’s shorts. Owen closed his eyes, spread his legs, and let himself feel.

Matt’s thumb rubbing insistently under the head of his cock, Matt’s low urgent moan of pleasure vibrating around it when he slid it between his lips, Owen’s sac resting in Matt’s palm as he sucked and licked…

All too much. Owen had to see.

He opened his eyes to find Matt’s gaze fixed on his, lips stretched around his girth as he eased more and more of it into his mouth, his face red, eyes watering as he pressed his nose into Owen’s pubes.

Owen pulled free, and hauled a spluttering Matt to his feet. “You’ve got so good at that,” he murmured before locking lips with him in a fervent kiss.

“Want me to ride you?” Matt whispered between kisses.

Owen let out a breath. “I had something else in mind.” He turned Matt around until he faced the desk. “Climb aboard, on all fours, facing the window.” Matt twisted to stare over his shoulder, and Owen arched his eyebrows. “Unless you think it would be too hard on your knees.”

Matt rolled his eyes but didn’t hesitate, clambering onto the desk, his arse tilted in a move that screamed Take me. Now.

Owen shrugged out of his shorts, his cock hard and wanting. Then he grabbed the lube and tossed the packets onto the desk. His breathing grew ragged at the sight of Matt undoing his own shorts and tugging them over his arse to his knees.

“Let me help with that.” Owen removed them and threw them onto the couch. He stripped off his own shirt, sat in the office chair, drew closer to the desk, and spread Matt’s cheeks before diving in, his tongue seeking that hot little pucker.

Matt groaned, reaching for his own cock and pulling on it. “Oh yeah.”

Owen smacked his hand away and curled his fingers around Matt’s length, taking it into his mouth. He gave it a hard suck before dragging his tongue from head to root, over his balls, his taint, until he was where he wanted to be.

Matt bowed his head, his forehead meeting the varnished surface of the desk. “Love it when you do that.” He already sounded as though breathing was an effort.

Owen chuckled against his hole. “That’s good, because I love doing it.” He worked it with his tongue, teasing the puckered skin, delighting in the multiple shudders that made their way through Matt’s body, making him looser.

Making him ready.

The noises pouring out of Matt multiplied too, and that was enough to make Owen solid as a rock.

“Fuck, Owen…”

“Like that.”

“Oh God—there.”

“Don’t… don’t stop.”

He’d expected Matt to glance towards the door, to show some degree of concern that others could hear him, maybe to mute his cries.