Worth Keeping by Susan Mac Nicol Page B

said not to laugh, Nick. I can’t—”His words were muffled by Nick’s mouth as he launched forward, taking Owen’s mouth in a deep kiss. Owen wrapped his arms around Nick’s waist and for a while they were only two men, excavating each other’s mouths while their bodies rubbed and slicked wetly against each other. Finally Nick pulled away. Owen’s mouth was pink and swollen. Shining droplets of water hung from his long, almost feminine lashes as he gazed uncertainly into Nick’s eyes.
    “I don’t care how deep you go, or how you want to play it,” Nick said huskily. “All I know is I want to feel your mouth on me for as long as you can last.”
    Owen grinned. “Oh, I can make it last,” he teased. “I have a certain knack of making you squirm a while before I let you come. I’ve had to make up for not swallowing.” He knelt down in front of Nick and slowly, looking up at him with emerald eyes, he teased the hole in Nick’s penis with the tip of his tongue. Nick gasped, watching as Owen grasped his shaft firmly and squeezed.
    The look on Owen’s face was one of intense concentration as he gazed up at Nick and took most of his cock into his mouth.
    Nick hissed, his hips thrusting forward instinctively, but he held back. He’d hate to push too deep and choke Owen and spoil the moment. Another wave of amusement filled him but this one he held back. Owen would be most pissed off if he laughed now. Instead he held Owen’s eyes as the man expertly drew him in and out of his mouth, increasing pressure, tongue licking across the sensitive glans. It was the most erotic thing Nick had ever experienced.
    This man below him treated Nick as if he was something special, enjoying himself, making him feel pleasure like never before. Even with Daniel it had just been mutual, friendly blow jobs and jerking off. Owen removed his mouth and Nick moaned at the sudden loss.
    “You’re thinking too much again,” Owen murmured softly. “Whatever it is, try to forget it. This is just you, me, my mouth, your cock, just this moment. Close your eyes and let me help you forget for a while.”
    His mouth encircled Nick again and Nick gave a deep, wrenching sigh. Steam swirled in the room, blurring edges, wet heat wrapping its tender arms around them, making skin prickle and sweat form only to be washed away. Owen’s fingers held the base of Nick’s shaft, squeezing, releasing, driving him crazy. His mouth teased, twirled, licked and sucked and Nick knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
    “Owen, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, stop now,” he groaned. Owen ignored him, continuing his slow, deliberate assault of Nick’s cock. Nick’s limbs trembled and the pressure in his groin built up. But as Nick drew close to orgasm, Owen would squeeze his cock at the base, remove his mouth then press on the tip of Nick’s penis with his finger. Nick took a gulp of air and the sensation lessened as the other man expertly controlled his need to ejaculate.
    “God, you are a master at this,” Nick gasped, his voice hoarse. Owen took him in again and chuckled, the thrum of the sound vibrating against Nick’s cock and causing his hands to clench even tighter into Owen’s hair. And when Owen sucked one of his balls into his mouth, rolling it gently between his lips and tongue before transferring his attention to the other one with a low hum of pleasure, Nick could bear the slow torture no longer.
    “Please, Owen, let me come,” whispered Nick and with one last swirl of his tongue, Owen stood up. His mouth found Nick’s as he released his grip and began expertly stroking Nick’s cock, sliding his fingers over the tip. Nick moaned loudly, a roar that started deep in his throat and expelled itself through his mouth in a shout of ecstasy. Hot come shot forth from him, splattering him and Owen even as it was washed away with the water. The two men pressed together like Velcro, breath hot against skin, panting in each