One minute they were glaring at each other, breathing heavily, the next Lennie found herself backed up against a tree with Owen's tongue down her throat. Who the hell had even made the first move there?
Owen slid his hands under her shirt, massaging the bare skin. Fuck that felt good.
Why the hell was I mad?
She ran her hands up into his hair and tugged gently, melting a little when he moaned. His mouth moved away from her lips to her neck, nipping gently. "Fuck," she breathed. "I thought…I thought we were fighting…."
"Done," he muttered, moving his lips back up to hers. His hands moved down to pull her legs up around his waist, as his hips rocked upwards.
"Owen," she whimpered, running her fingers along the back of his neck.
Groaning, he pulled back from the tree and walked them back toward the bungalow.
As they reached the stairs and he started up them, he teetered a little. Lennie pulled back to laugh. "Put me down."
"No chance in hell," he growled, digging his fingers into her ass as he grabbed on tighter. Still, he did not move further up the stairs. Instead his lips moved back to her neck and collarbone.
"I can walk up the stairs or we can break our legs, Owen," she teased.
"Fine," he grunted, letting her slide back down to her feet. The second her feet hit the ground, his hands grabbed her waist and his lips crashed back into hers as he walked her back inside.
As soon as the door closed, he pulled back and yanked her shirt over her head. Before his lips could reconnect, she pulled back a little. "Please tell me you've got protection," she panted as his hands glided up her back to unhook her bra.
"Just because that door ain't revolving, doesn't mean I'm unprepared," he murmured, staring at her chest. "Now get your damned pants off, Len."
"Bossy," she laughed, pulling him back down to her lips.
"Damned right," he muttered between kisses as he lifted her legs back around his waist and walked her into the bedroom. His hand worked at the button of her pants as they went.
Lennie moaned as he kissed down the column of her neck, nipping and teasing along the way. "Owen!" she sighed when he bit down gently at just the right spot.
"You like that?" he murmured against her skin. She could feel him smiling as they reached the bedroom and fell back onto the bed together, Owen grinding his hips into her.
Taking his hand, she guided it between her legs. "What do you think?" she gasped as he touched her through her panties.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You're soaked." His fingers pushed her panties aside and teased her folds, barely dipping inside her before stroking through her wetness. "Is this all for me?"
Lennie bit back a loud moan. "Fuck!" she hissed as he circled her clit. "No, all that talk of Hoskins has me fired up," she groaned sarcastically.
Owen grinned down at her. "You're really gonna bring him up right now?"
"You're the idiot asking stupid questions," she bit out. His finger slipped downward and slowly pushed inside her as he bent to capture one of her nipples between his lips. "God, Owen. Fuck!" If he kept this pace up, she was pretty sure she was going to lose her mind. "Clothes."
"Clothes?"
Lennie groaned in frustration and glared at him. "Take off your damned clothes, you're overdressed."
"Now who's bossy?" he teased, kissing down her stomach as he sat up and pushed off the bed, his fingers slipping out of her as he went.
When he went to lick his fingers clean, she sat up and grabbed his wrist, licking and sucking her own wetness from them as she held his eyes.
"You're going to kill me, you know that, right?" he moaned.
Smiling as she gave his fingers a final lick, she muttered, "Are you complaining?"
He surged forward, capturing her lips in a hard kiss. "Fuck no," he groaned as she pushed his vest off him and pulled the hem of his shirt out of his pants.
Almost the second the shirt was freed he pulled back and raised his arms as she pushed it up, leaning forward to kiss his chest. Shirtless Owen Grady was something she would never tire of seeing, and dear sweet whatever gods may exist did he taste…fucking delicious. She licked at his muscles as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and impatiently pulled it up and tossed it away.
The second the shirt was clear his hand cradled the back of her head and he pulled her up to his lips. "Len," he murmured as she pulled him back down on the bed.
Her hands slid around his neck as he rocked up into her, making her moan into his mouth. Why the hell had they not done this before? Why the hell had she always pulled back? PastLennie is an idiot , she thought as his lips trailed along her neck and down to her breasts. "God, Owen…." Her fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked on her nipple again.
His hand slid up her side and massaged her other breast, teasing her and pulling at the tip as he nipped on the one in his mouth. A long moan left her and he smiled against her breast. "Shit, Len…I want to spend all damned night learning every sound you make for me…."
Gasping as he bit down gently, she pulled him back up to her lips and murmured, "Can we do that after one good hard fuck?" She pulled back a little when he tried to capture her lips again. "I need you."
He pushed forward and kissed her, his tongue licking into her mouth and making her moan, then pushed back off the bed. "Pants off. Now," he muttered as he struggled with his belt.
Lennie grinned and slipped her pants off easily - thanks to him undoing the button earlier - and tossed them aside, then sat up to help Owen with his belt. "Let me," she murmured as she swatted his hands away. She undid the belt easily, panting heavily as she held his gaze, then pushed them down off him awkwardly. As soon as he kicked them away, her arms went around his hips and kissed his stomach, trailing downward.
"Len," he moaned.
When she reached his cock, she took it in her hands and licked a stripe up the underside before taking it in her mouth and moaning. No way in hell was she going to get the whole thing in her mouth - Owen Grady was hung! She moaned around his cock as her hands came up to massage his balls. Jesus, why had they never done this before?
His hands tangled in her hair and he swore softly, "Shit, baby."
She let his hands guide her, paying extra attention to the things that made him moan appreciatively. It was the first time she had ever been turned on giving a blow job. With other partners it was just something she did. But with Owen? God, his moans, the way his hands tightened in her hair, the words whispered to her under his breath….
"Len," he panted, tugging at her hair. "Baby, stop. I don't want to…not yet…."
Pulling back, she wiped a bit of her own drool from her lips and grinned up at him. "Fuck me."
Owen surged forward and pushed her back on the bed, his cock pressing against her when they landed. His hands roamed down her body, fingers ghosting across her core as he kissed her.
"Owen," she murmured against his lips.
"Mmm?" he sighed, kissing across her cheek and jaw, then back to her lips.
"Condom?" she asked, smiling against his lips.
Groaning, he pulled back just far enough to reach the drawer next to his bed and fish around inside until he came back with one. Before he could open it, she took it from him and tore it open, then flipped him on his back and straddled his thighs. "Shit, Len," he sighed, his hands sliding up her thighs to her hips and back down again.
She discarded the torn package, then grinned down at Owen as she took his cock in her hand. Owen bucked against her hand as she started to roll the condom on. "Impatient?"
"What do you think?" he growled.
Lennie bit her lower lip as she finished, smiling at him, then started jerking his cock.
"You're gonna ruin me." Owen grabbed her hand and pulled her down on top of him, then flipped around so he was on top, smirking down at her.
Giggling, she reached a hand up to stroke along his jawline. "So give me something else to do," she whispered.
His mouth fused back to hers as his thigh pressed between her legs, and she slid her legs up around his waist. "Len," he murmured between kisses.
When he pulled back from her lips to line himself up with her entrance, she whimpered. "Owen."
"You're sure?" he panted.
That made her laugh a little. "If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't be naked and moaning underneath you," she said, pulling his mouth back down to hers, moaning into his kiss as he finally pushed inside her. "Oh, fuck, Owen…."
"Dammit, Len."
"Fuck me," she murmured against his lips.
He kissed her again as he slid out and back inside her slowly. "You feel so good, baby," he murmured.
Lennie rolled her hips, hands sliding down to his ass to encourage him to speed up as she fisted her hand in his hair. His lips trailed down to her neck, nipping and teasing as he went. "Harder, Owen," she moaned.
She felt his lips pull into a grin before he bit down harder on her neck.
Giggling, she breathed, "Not what I meant."
Owen laughed against her neck, then started rocking his hips into her harder, making her moan. "What about this?" he whispered, his hot breath teasing her skin.
"Better," she groaned.
"Len," he breathed.
"God, Owen." She started pushing her hips into his as she ran her fingers up his spine and tangled them in his hair, tugging gently. "Fuck, right there!"
"Fuck, Len," he murmured, nipping at her shoulder. "Feels so good…."
"I'm so close," she whined, sliding one hand down to grab at his ass. "Keep going! Right there!"
His hips sped up, his breathing getting more erratic. "Me too. Shit, Len…. So wet for me…."
"Owen!" Her whole body tensed, then she was lost to sensation as her orgasm slammed into her. She barely heard him groaning her name when he came. "Fuck," she panted, slowly coming down from her high. "Owen."
"Yeah," he panted, his hips slowing down. He kissed his way back up her neck to her lips. "That…."
"Yeah," she breathed.
"Definitely going to need a minute before round two," he muttered against her lips.
Giggling into his kiss, she murmured, "Are we getting any sleep tonight?"
"Probably not," he replied, teasing her lower lip.
"I'm okay with that."
"Me too."
Pulling back slightly, she grinned at him and ran her fingers through the short hairs of his beard. "When do you start work?"
"Took the morning off," he said, smirking as he bent to nip at her collar bone. "Got plenty of time."
"Good," she sighed, sliding her hand back to run her fingers through his hair. "Fuck me again."
He pulled back to grin at her, then kissed her hard. "Yes, ma'am," he murmured against her lips, laughing when he flipped them so she was on top.
Lennie was pretty sure she would be tired and sore when she checked in for her shift the next day, but she could not find it in herself to complain.