As he lets the product sit and do its job, the pad of his index finger traces along the tattoos on my chest and my upper arm. He reads the lyrics etched into my flesh, paying great attention to every detail in every single one. When his eyes lift to meet mine, his hand trails a little lower.
Before his hand reaches its intended destination, he pauses. “Can I?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.
My pulse intensifies as a flutter takes over in my stomach, a million fireflies on a hot summer night. I nod, my breaths stalling.
Rowan’s warm hand wraps around my base, giving a tentative squeeze before gliding his fist to the tip. His other hand cups my balls, rolling them, squeezing them. Exhaling a heavy sigh through my nose, I fight the need to close my eyes, wanting to watch him as he works me over. I wish I could see his cock. See if he’s as turned on as I am.
Before I can even get too worked up, he lets go, turning the water back on to rinse the conditioner out of my hair. Once he’s satisfied it’s all washed out, he unplugs the drain before reaching behind him and grabbing a fluffy white towel.
“Up,” he instructs, a barely-there smirk tugging on his lips as he stands with the open towel, waiting for me to step out. When I listen, feet planting on the equally fluffy rug, his smirk grows. “Good boy.”
A faint growl rumbles from my chest when I hear those two words fall from his lips, and I don’t know if they turn me on or piss me off. Probably a little bit of both.
He chuckles, the sound washing over me as he begins to dry off my body, taking his time like he did when he was washing me. First, my arms, then my chest. When he goes lower, he drops to his knees to pay great attention to my legs, then both my feet, before finally, my groin.
Instead of drying it with the towel like he did with every other part of my body, he parts his full, pink lips, sealing them around the tip of my cock. The way he combines suction and tongue play on just my tip has stars exploding behind my eyelids. It has my toes curling into the mat and a groan setting off inside my chest that can be felt everywhere in my body.
Rowan peers up at me beneath his thick, dark lashes, a smile twinkling from within them. He looks like an angel on his knees before me. He’s beautiful. It’s right there on the tip of my tongue to tell him as much, but before I can, he swallows more of me, my length disappearing down his throat.
“Fuck, Row…”
CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO
Rowan
Iwon’t lie… I had no clue how Caspian would react to all of this. There was a real possibility he would either tell me to get fucked or deck me in the face. Thankfully, he didn’t do either.
Desire chokes me as I suck the tip of his cock teasingly, making him squirm in place. The noises coming from him are heavenly. He has to be feeling relaxed from the bath, because he’s basically putty in my hands, compliant in anything I want from him. He tastes and smells so good… so fresh, but even underneath the soap, he’s got that natural musk scent and flavor that’s all his own that I’m not so slowly becoming addicted to.
Caspian’s eyes hold pain. A pain that is normally staggering. But right now? Right now, they’re overflowing with hunger, swimming in adoration. The way he’s looking at me now, with his gaze down-turned, I want to keep this forever. Have him look at me like this every single day. I’d never question my worth. Not with eyes like that.
He moans as I drag the tip of my tongue along the thick, blue vein that runs through his shaft, the sound sprinkling over me, settling in my core, and heating my blood. My dick aches behind my pants. I’m desperate for some attention, but this isn’t about me right now. It’s abouthim. It’s about showing him I can make him feel better.
And not to toot my own horn, but I think I’m doing a pretty good job.
Caspian’s hand comes up, cupping the nape of my neck as I take him all the way in my mouth again. “Fucking hell,your mouth feels unreal, princess.”
I can’t help but moan around his length, pressing the heel of my palm into my groin, seeking whatever friction I can get without full on pulling myself out and stroking.
He must notice my predicament, because a soft chuckle rumbles through him. “Little horny, are we, baby?”
Fuckkk me right here and now.He’s only called me “baby” a few times, but it’s like Christmas Day every single fucking time. The whimper that escapes me would be embarrassing if it were anybody else. Caspian well and truly knows how fucking gone I am for him at this point—at least in the bedroom—and if he doesn’t, he’s a moron.
Confusion clouds my mind when he pulls out of my mouth. “W-what are you doing?”
“Relax, princess, I want to take this to the bed so you can get in on this too.”
Raising to my feet, my mouth turns down into a pout. “But this is supposed to be for you.”
He nods. “It is for me.”
“Only for you,” I add, not missing the way his eyes darken.
Caspian grabs my chin with a bruising force, crashing his lips down onto mine before I even know what’s happening. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, stealing my breath before he lets go and pulls back, like nothing happened. “You getting off gets me off, Rowan. Now, get your ass on your bed. It’s my turn to take control.”
Well, alright then.
Hopping on the bed, he makes himself nice and comfortable. “Grab the lube,” he instructs, stroking himself leisurely.
