Now isn’t the time for feelings and emotions and existential crises.
So, shoving all of that down—deep, deep down—into the dark abyss that lives inside me, my lip curls into a grin, mask sliding into place as I let my desire take over. Leaning in, I flick the tip of my tongue against the thick divot underneath his head before swallowing his cock to the brim. A deep, throaty groan rumbles from him as I hear him tug against the ropes binding him to the tree.
He’s not going anywhere. He’ll save himself a lot of marks later if he’d realize that and stop fighting against them.
His natural musk surrounds me, the sweet scent of his sweat mixing with it, providing a potent concoction that makes my dick throb. I love the smell of him.
The taste of him.
The feel of him.
Hollowing my cheeks, I bob my head up and down his length, making sure to get every last inch. One hand comes up, cupping and rolling his balls, while the other slides past them, finding his tight, pink hole. It flutters as my finger dances across it, begging for me to fill it again. Earlier, I only got a single digit inside of him, and he was crying out, begging for me. He’s such a needy little slut.
Even now, with his cock filling my mouth, his nuts in my hand, and his hole being teased, he’s still sobbing and moaning and thrashing around. He can’t fucking get enough.
And neither can I. While I continue to suck him deep and strong, I bring one of my hands to my lap, and pull out my cock, stroking it. Rowan’s gaze is down-turned as he watches my hand fly up and down my length. He alternates between watching that and his own dick disappearing down my throat.
“Fuck,what a fucking sight this is,” he breathes.
It doesn’t take me long to get him back to the edge. He’s already so worked up, so ready to blow. The moment I feel him swell in my mouth, I pull off his stiff length again, and like last time, he huffs and puffs and groans, begging me to let him finish.
He’s the definition of desperate.
“You’re such a fucking asshole,” he cries. “A sadistic fucking prick!”
I can’t help but laugh.
“That’s three!” he nearly shouts. “Three fucking orgasms you’vestolenfrom me. I just want to come. Make me come!”
Standing up, dick still at full-mast, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, gaze locked on him. “So whiny,” I taunt, his eyes narrowing on me, lips pressed into a tight, thin line. “Do you need me to fuck that attitude right out of you?”
He nods feverishly. “Yes, fucking please!”
I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle the laugh that wants to come out. Instead, I meander on over to the backpack on the ground, reaching inside and pulling out the lotion I found in there. It’s like whoever packed this bag for us, did it with the intention of filthy sex. Why else would there have been ropeandlotion?
Okay… the rope, I guess, makes sense for camping. But still, it’s like they’re asking for us to fuck on this trip.
Flicking the cap open with my thumb, I step closer, using my foot to remove Rowan’s shorts the rest of the way. They’re still pooled around his ankles, so I kick them off and to the side. I pour a dime size amount of the cool cream onto my fingers, gaze lifting to meet his mossy greens. “Open up for me, baby.
He whimpers, teeth biting down on his lip, but he doesn’t hesitate. Using the rope, he hoists himself up, wrapping his legs around my waist. I grip his firm, round ass in one hand while my slick fingers slide through his crease, finding his puckered hole. Circling it and applying a little bit of pressure, feeling him bear down on the digit, I push through the tight muscle, his heat surrounding it.
Rowan’s lips part, jaw slack, as I work the finger in and out of him, only stopping to add a second to the mix. His thighs are trembling where they’re wrapped around me, tightening their grip every time I skate over his prostate.
“That feel good?” I ask, my voice deep, gravelly.
His brows are knit tight as he nods. “Mmhmm,” is all he can manage to get out, and when I add a third finger, he gasps, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
Rowan’s skin glistens with sweat, and the noises leaving him from only my fingers are driving me nuts.
I can’t wait anymore. The carnal need to own him, to be inside him, is too strong. A gluttonous ache is spreading in my veins for him. Lowering his feet to the ground, ignoring the pout he gives me, I grab the lotion, slathering up my length up with a generous amount before grabbing Rowan by the hip and spinning him around.
Slapping a hand down on his ass, I say, “Arch it for me, princess.”
He does.Beautifully.I allow myself a moment to take in the expanse of his lean back. Smooth skin, dips and divots between his shoulder blades, the two mouthwatering dimples above his waist, and the round, firm globes that sit right below.
Impatient as ever, Rowan peeks over his shoulder, catching me drooling over him, a grin tugging on his full lips. “What, are you taking a picture or something? Fuck me already.” And then, much softer, he adds, “Please, Cas.”
Closing the distance, I wrap an arm around Rowan’s middle to steady him as I line my cock up to his entrance. My slick tip teases his hole, and I revel in the full-body shiver that rolls through him. “This what you want?” I ask, mouth hovering over the shell of his ear.
