Worth Keeping by Susan Mac Nicol Page A

needy cock. The man certainly had girth if not length. His cock was thick and cut and Nick found he could just manage to get Owen in his mouth. Nick was an expert at blow jobs; he’d been taught from a young age exactly how to pleasure a man this way. He cast those thoughts back in his traitorous memory banks and instead concentrated on giving the man in his mouth his undivided attention. Owen gripped the back of Nick’s head, winding his fingers in the thick, long strands of Nick’s wet hair as his hips moved in unison to Nick’s greedy mouth.
    “Oh my God,” Owen moaned, bliss etched on his face as Nick looked up at him from his exertions. Owen’s face was dazed, eyes unfocused. “That is bloody heaven…”
    Nick laughed and Owen jerked as the action resonated through his cock, into his balls. Nick took him deeper, using his throat to press against Owen’s slick and silky flesh, his tongue nibbling, licking and twirling like a baton. Owen’s thighs trembled as Nick kneaded the smooth flesh of the arse beneath his needy hands. He slowly traced his fingers down Owen’s crease, toward his hole, as the man in his mouth groaned loudly and pushed himself further into Nick’s mouth. Nick grinned around Owen’s dick.
    Luckily he didn’t have a problem deep-throating or he’d be bloody choking by now.
    Nick might not be partial to anal sex but he had no problem using his fingers to give a man pleasure. As he feasted on his lover, he slowly teased Owen’s pucker, slyly sliding a finger inside a tight, hot tunnel slippery with water, feeling Owen’s muscles clench around it as he moaned loudly. Nick caressed Owen’s channel gently and increased the pressure on his cock, loving Owen’s explosive gasp as the man bucked forwards.
    “Fuck, Nick, you teasing bastard,” Owen groaned as hot spurts of come flooded Nick’s mouth and throat. He swallowed, gulping down Owen’s essence, his mouth relishing the tang of a man he actually wanted to pleasure. Owen sank back against the cool tiles, his chest heaving as water rained down, washing away sweat and the residue of semen.
    Nick stood up, pressing his mouth against Owen’s, delighting in the feel of his wet lips and the versatile strokes of his tongue. Finally he pulled away, pressing his own needy cock against Owen’s stomach, rubbing himself up and down against his slick skin.
    “And now it’s your turn to do the same for me. But no fingers inside me.” Nick’s voice was hoarse and he thought he might explode if he didn’t get his release soon.
    Owen’s eyes cleared from the sexual fog that had shaded them and took a deep breath. “I, erm, I have to tell you something first. And don’t laugh.”
    Nick frowned, wondering what the hell was coming. Owen reached up, brushing wet strands of hair from Nick’s face, tucking them behind his ears as the shower water trickled down his face.
    “You have great ears,” Owen said admiringly as he leaned forward and nibbled at the lobe of one of them. “They’re just perfect—”
    “Owen, you’re stalling. Forget my ears and remember my cock. What’s wrong? Don’t you do blow jobs?” Nick was wet, horny, in a shower with his dream man and getting impatient.
    Owen looked uncomfortable. “I love giving BJ’s. But my gag reflex is one of the few in the world that just can’t take much, so I don’t do deep. And I, erm, I don’t swallow. Ever.” His look of distaste almost undid Nick as he moved back to look at his lover. With water trickling into his eyes, Owen looked delectably anxious, like a puppy waiting to see if he’d be punished for some indiscretion.
    “I see.” Laughter threatened to surface and Nick tried to hold it back. “Hell, we’re a right pair aren’t we? One who doesn’t do anal and another who can’t give a deep BJ and won’t swallow come.” The amusement welled up inside him and he couldn’t help a snort of laughter. It was all a little surreal.
    Owen looked at him darkly. “I