Star spangled showdown, p.15
Star-Spangled Showdown, page 15
It might have been the food, or more likely the wine, but whatever loosened his tongue, Owen couldn’t seem to stop his words as he plunged into Dom’s mouth and pulled back again.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, leaning forward to run his hands up and down Dom’s torso as he steadily pumped his hips and fucked Dom’s face. “Your body is amazing. I love your chest hair and your beautiful hard cock.”
Owen pinched and thumbed Dom’s nipples until they hardened and he moaned around his mouthful of dick. Dom slid his hands beneath the jersey to run his fingers through the hair covering Owen’s belly, and higher still until he reached Owen’s nipples, pinching and twisting them. With trembling fingers, Owen unbuttoned his jersey and spread it open. The touch of cool air on his exposed skin made him shiver.
As Dom moved his hands down Owen’s body and around to his buttocks, Owen pushed Dom’s red jock down beneath his balls and bent down. Supporting himself with his forearms on the mattress, he took Dom’s cock into his mouth, sucking him slow and deep as he continued to thrust into Dom’s mouth. Every few thrusts, Dom would tighten his grip on Owen’s buttocks and pull him in close so he could take his cock deep into his throat.
“Oh, fuuuuuccckkk,” Owen moaned around his mouthful of Dom’s dick. “That’s so goddamn hot.”
He was close to orgasm, but Owen wanted to save it for when he was fucking Dom, so he straightened up and slowed his hips until he finally pulled back out of Dom’s mouth. Before Dom could move, Owen crouched down and kissed him while his head was still hanging down. Dom’s lips were soft and swollen as their tongues clashed, and Owen lost himself in the kiss until Dom broke their embrace and shifted so he was on his back on the mattress, peeling off the jock strap and tossing it aside. Want and need blazed in his eyes as he reached a hand out to Owen.
“Come up here,” Dom said in a quiet, raspy voice. “Lie here beside me.”
Owen stretched out alongside him, and Dom put an arm around his shoulders to pull him in tight. They kissed some more, lips parted, tongues curling back and forth between their mouths. It felt to Owen as if he could never get enough of Dom, no matter how long or deeply they kissed.
He grabbed Dom’s cock and slowly ran his fist up the shaft. Skimming his thumb over the broad head, he smeared the slick fluid down the length and repeated the motion as Dom moaned into his mouth.
“I can’t stop kissing you,” Dom said between kisses. “I want to do more things to you, to every fucking inch of you, but I can’t stop kissing you.”
“You don’t have to,” Owen said, continuing with the kisses. “But give me just one moment.”
He stood and hurried into the bathroom to grab his condoms and lube, tossing them onto the bed near the pillows before lying beside Dom once again.
“I want you,” Dom said once they’d resumed kissing. “I need to feel you inside me again.”
“Absolutely. And I’m wearing this jersey the whole time.”
Dom pulled back and smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Metsie.”
Owen kissed him once more, then reached for the supplies. He rolled on a condom, his cock hard and hot in his hand. Squirting some lube onto his fingers, he resumed kissing Dom as he painted a slick circle around his hole, dipping a fingertip in on every pass and going deeper each time. Dom lifted his legs, hands behind his knees, and said as they kissed, “Fuck me. Now.”
No need to tell him twice. Owen stood at the edge of the mattress and lined himself up, then pushed slowly and steadily inside. Dom groaned as he smiled, eyes closed and head rolling back and forth across the mattress.
“God, you’re so fucking big,” Dom said. “I love feeling you inside me.”
When he was all the way in, Owen took hold of Dom’s ankles and, placing a gentle kiss on the tip of each big toe, pulled back and pushed in again. He watched Dom as he fucked him, tracing the emotions that played across his face and feeling something inside him shift from simple attraction for Dom to a deeper and more complicated need for him. He wanted this, wanted Dom, each and every night from here on out. The time they’d known one another and their business rivalry didn’t matter. All Owen knew was he had to figure out some way to keep Dom in his life once their time at the Williamsville Inn was over.
As if tuned into his thoughts, Dom opened his eyes and looked up at him. There was more than simple lust in his eyes now. Owen could see a genuine attraction and something that mirrored his own deeper feelings. As Dom gripped the sheet beneath him, he kept his eyes locked on Owen and nodded in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Yes, that ass is all yours, baby,” Dom said. “You own that ass. Give me every fucking inch of your beautiful cock.”
“I’m getting close,” Owen said as he panted for breath. “I’m going to fucking blow this load inside your ass.”
“Wait for me,” Dom said, taking himself in his right hand as he pulled on his balls with his left. “I’m close, too. Slap my ass. Come on, smack it.”
Owen rested Dom’s ankles on his shoulders and slapped his ass cheeks with loud, satisfying smacks. Dom laughed through a moan, still looking at him.
“Fuck yeah, that is so fucking hot. Slap ‘em again. You’ve got me close.”
Owen gave him a series of smacks, each harder than the previous. The muscles in Dom’s legs tightened, and he slowed his strokes to focus just beneath the ridge of the head of his cock. Owen was right on the edge and pumped harder and faster. As Dom came, his muscles clutched hard around Owen. Owen’s breath caught in his chest as his dick swelled within the tight, hot tunnel, and he came into the condom buried deep inside Dom.
They stayed that way for a moment, looking at each other as their breathing started to slow, Owen still inside Dom. Finally, Owen licked his lips. “Ready?”
“Yeah,” Dom said.
Owen eased out of him, wincing in sympathy at Dom’s expression. He gently rubbed a fingertip around the swollen, tender muscle. “Feel okay?”
Dom smiled. “Feels amazing.”
“Be right back.”
Owen went into the bathroom, discarding his Mets jersey on the way, and tossed the condom in the trash, then used warm water to wet a wash cloth, and took a dry hand towel with him as he returned to the bed. He mopped up the rapidly thinning and running semen, and gently wiped the lube from around Dom’s anus. After tamping Dom dry with the hand towel, he tossed both items into the corner of the bathroom, and he and Dom situated themselves in bed and pulled a sheet up. Dom put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him in close.
“That was awesome,” Dom said, kissing the top of Owen’s head. “I have to admit, I don’t mind losing to you.”
“I feel the same way.”
They both fell quiet, and Owen ran his hand back and forth across Dom’s chest, the hair threading between his fingers.
“It feels weird,” Owen said, practically blurting out the words. “It feels like I’ve known you a lot longer than a few days.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Dom said. “I don’t think I’ve kissed anyone in my life as much as I’ve kissed you this week. Not even either of my ex-wives.”
“I like kissing you,” Owen said. “I could do that for hours.”
“Yeah, I feel like a teenager sometimes when I’m with you. All I can think about is making out with you and moving on to sex. I’ve been attracted to people before, women and men, but…”
“Not like this?” Owen finished for him when Dom’s voice trailed off.
“Yeah. Not like this.” He sighed and tightened his grip around Owen. “But I don’t know what this could turn into. We work for competing companies, and we’re supposed to be business rivals here this week. I mean, I don’t even know where you live.”
“A suburb northwest of Newark,” Owen said.
“How about something a bit more specific?”
“University Heights.”
“Ah, okay. I know it.” Dom shifted position to lie on his side facing Owen and curl an arm under a pillow. “I’m a few hours away, just outside Baltimore.”
Owen nodded. “Never been there.”
“It’s all right. But I’ve been hoping to move closer to New York and Newark.” Dom didn’t look away, and a sense of cautious relief went through Owen. Was he thinking about moving closer to Owen?
He pushed all of that to the back of his mind, or as close to the back as he could get it. Nothing was going to be settled between them right away. They needed to see this week done first.
“I like the area I’m in,” Owen said. “It’s got a lot of great shops, and it’s a nice walkable community.”
“That’s important.” Dom kissed his forehead. “Feel like watching some TV?”
Owen smiled, and it felt genuine enough. If it wasn’t, it seemed to satisfy Dom because he smiled back.
“Sure,” Owen said. “What do you feel like?”
“Something low key. That sound good?”
Owen didn’t care what they watched. He was happy just lying there next to Dom. He grabbed the remote off the nightstand and handed it to Dom. “Here you go. Click away.”
Dom put his arm around him, and Owen snuggled in close against his side, cheek pressed against his chest. The slow, strong beat of Dom’s heart helped him relax even more, and when Dom chose a home improvement show featuring a plucky couple who spoke with gentle Southern accents remodeling a house for a gay couple, Owen smiled. No matter that they were in a hotel room—or the room of an inn. For the first time in his life, Owen felt like he’d found a spot and a man he felt at home with.
Chapter Sixteen
Dom was only half-watching the home improvement show he’d selected. He’d seen it in the past, and he liked the couple hosting it. He also liked that he didn’t have to pay too much attention to it and it wouldn’t make him feel tense or anxious. Because lying there with Owen curled up against him, tense or anxious was the last thing he wanted to feel.
And, somewhat surprisingly, he only felt relaxed. Dom hadn’t realized how much he’d missed being in bed with someone. Not just having sex, but lying in bed next to them, skin to skin, breathing and heart rates syncing up. He’d really missed falling asleep next to someone as well. It was too soon to feel anything like he was feeling, but he couldn’t deny the magnetism they had both felt when they’d first shared the elevator, and the deeper attraction and emotions that had blossomed from there, at least on his part. But if he were a betting man, he’d definitely lay odds Owen was feeling pretty much the same based on the fervor and passion he’d shown during sex, as well as the way he was snuggled up against him now.
Where the hell was all this going? What did Dom expect to happen once he and Owen checked out? They lived a few hours apart, which, while not terrible, definitely would prove to be a hindrance. But was that what Dom wanted?
A quick and firm yes echoed through his mind, and he wasn’t really sure where it came from. His subconscious, maybe? No matter where it came from, Dom knew it was right. He did want to take what he and Owen had discovered there in Williamsville and try to make it work back home. Maybe they could do it and maybe they couldn’t, but it would be foolish not to try, wouldn’t it?
They just needed to get through this week. Which meant one of them was going to lose out on a sale.
When he considered both outcomes, Dom wasn’t sure which way he wanted things to go. On the one hand, he really needed this contract. He’d been slipping lately, and the last time he had been in the office, his boss, Eric, had given him something close to a lecture about not only making the sale, but pushing the add-ons to boost the price. Dom never felt comfortable doing that. He liked getting to know the town, the way he was doing things in Williamsville. That way he knew what they needed and wanted to celebrate Fourth of July their way, without spending a good chunk of the town budget on it.
Owen interrupted his spinning thoughts by moving his hand down Dom’s body. It seemed like Owen was trying to act casual about sliding his hand south, which made Dom smile. And it also made his cock wake up and take notice, eager for more attention. The quiet sigh and moan Owen made when he wrapped his fingers around Dom’s steadily lengthening dick helped him get fully hard even faster.
Owen stroked him slowly and started kissing down his torso. He flicked his tongue over Dom’s nipples until they hardened as well, then licked his way down until he took Dom’s entire length in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Dom groaned. “Goddamn, you’ve got a hot mouth.”
With a slow, steady move, Owen slid up his shaft and focused his suction on the broad cap. Dom clicked the TV off and watched Owen suck him. He ran a hand through Owen’s soft hair, then gasped when Owen took him to the root and paused, sucking hard.
“You’re determined to wear me out this week, aren’t you?” Dom said.
Owen made a noise of affirmation around his mouthful of dick and continued sucking faster now, moving his hand quickly up and down Dom’s shaft. It wasn’t going to take long; Owen seemed to know just how to work him up and get him off.
“I’m close,” Dom said in a breathless whisper. “Yeah, like that. So close.”
He closed his eyes and his leg muscles tightened as his hands closed into fists beside him. Another couple of strokes and he was there, crying out as Owen greedily sucked down every drop Dom had to give, hand twisting as he stroked.
When he’d finished, Owen licked the last drops from his softening dick and smiled up at him. “Gotta replenish my protein.”
“Get up here, goddammit,” Dom said with a growl.
“Hey, I’m the winner today,” Owen said with a smirk. “I’ll make the demands.” He rose up on his knees and walked up the mattress, his erection bobbing before him. “Open up, Yankster. Time to play bat boy for your Metsie.”
“Dude,” Dom said with a laugh as he stroked Owen’s dick. “Bad image.”
Owen made a face. “Oh, sorry. Yeah. Scratch that.” He moved closer. “Enough talk, suck my dick.”
Dom put his lips around Owen, the salty tang of sweat bursting across his tongue. He sucked and stroked, encouraged by Owen’s moans and hand on the back of his head. With his eyes closed, Dom lost himself in the act of sucking Owen off. His mind quieted, and he fell into a quickening rhythm that soon brought Owen to climax. He cried out and stomped a foot down on the opposite side of Dom’s torso as he thrust forward, plunging his cock deep into Dom’s throat as he spilled his load.
When he’d finished, Owen fell on his back, panting. Dom shifted position to lie with his cheek on Owen’s thigh, looking up his torso. The hair on his belly and chest was like a soft, ginger-blond grassland, and he marveled at the evenness of his beard line around the underside of his jaw. As if feeling his stare, Owen ducked his chin to his chest and looked down at him.
“What?” Owen said.
“Just looking.”
“Okay.” Owen lifted his chin and looked at the ceiling, giving Dom another view of his beard line. “I hope you like what you see.”
Dom slid a hand up Owen’s belly and over his chest. The soft, fine red-gold hairs parted around his fingers. “I do. I most definitely do.”
Owen ducked his chin again. “Yeah? Good. I’m coming up there.”
Placing a kiss on the spot where he’d been resting his head on Owen’s thigh, Dom lifted his head and they shifted positions until he ended up with his head on Owen’s shoulder. Owen slid an arm around his shoulders and kissed the top of Dom’s head. They lay that way for a time, both silent, the only light in the room the diffused glow from the lamps in the courtyard coming through the window sheers.
“Is it all right if I stay the night?” Dom asked.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good. Me, too.” Dom settled in a little closer.
“One problem,” Owen said. “I have to pee and really want to brush my teeth.”
Dom sighed dramatically. “Fucking high maintenance gingers…”
Owen laughed and lightly smacked the back of Dom’s head. “Hey, that’s Mr. Fucking High Maintenance Ginger.” He withdrew his arm and pivoted on the mattress to put his feet on the floor. “I have an extra toothbrush if you want to use it.”
Dom gave him a suspicious look. “You don’t use it to clean things?”
“Not anymore.” Owen laughed at Dom’s over-exaggerated expression of insult. “I’m kidding. It’s still in a package from the store. You can use the bathroom once I’m done.”
Dom listened to the sounds of Owen in the bathroom, imagining the room was their bedroom in a home they shared. Was this what he wanted? He was lonely, he knew that. And he needed someone with a sharp sense of humor, like Owen’s. He needed to be challenged and competed with and taken charge of once in a while, too, all things Owen had done with and to him the last few days.
He felt comfortable with Owen. More than that, they were a natural fit. Dom hadn’t been at all surprised when the guy in the courtyard had asked how long they’d been together. There’d been a connection with Owen from the moment they’d met, and what had started out as a physical attraction had shifted to something different, deeper.
And much more complicated. The fact that they were competing for the same business could become a problem. Up until now they’d been treating it as a game—they’d even gotten the damn mayor involved in their competition, for God’s sake—but in a couple of days, real decisions would need to be made which would affect the livelihood of one of them. Everything was being set up for a potentially very messy and painful situation. Dom could usually get a feel from a client which way they were leaning on a pitch, but Williamsville was something completely different in so many ways. He couldn’t even try to predict which of them Debra and the city council might choose.
If he was honest with himself, he wasn’t really sure which of them he hoped got the sale. He knew he needed the win. His record, while still good, was a bit lackluster. His profit margins were slimming down with each sale, and Eric had asked him earlier that year if he understood what being a salesman involved.
