Take it easy? As if I was capable of that!
“Absolutely.”
“Are you sure?”
“We’ll do whatever you want.”
I sigh, now calmer.
That’s not true. I’m not calm at all, but I feel reassured by his words and his unexpected gentleness.
Oh God! Is he really one of those men who are ready to break bones with their strength, but only sweet in private and only for you?
“Now please come to bed,” Rowan whispers, his hoarse voice caressing my lips.
I nod, emotion holding my voice back. He takes my hand and leads me to the sofa bed. He grabs the sweatshirt I’m wearing and pulls it off my head. His eyes explore my body in the small light of the room.
I take courage and grab the edge of his T-shirt. My trembling fingers brush over his warm skin as I lift it up. I take a moment to admire him, my fingers tracing the line of his abs. Rowan watches me in silence, my breath filled with fear and desire.
His hands are on my shoulders, sliding off the braces of my uniform, then his fingers slip under the elastic of my tight shorts.
“I’d really like to take them off you, but only if it’s okay with you.”
“More than okay.”
Rowan lifts one corner of his mouth, his fingers pressing on the edging, the fabric sliding down my legs, my erection ready to greet him with irrepressible joy, his breath caught in his chest as his eyes move to my cock.
I nod slowly and take a deep breath, trying to prepare for what comes next. But when his hand wraps around my erection, I lose all hope of surviving this night, him and the way I desire him with all my being.
“Oh God.” I wish I hadn’t fallen like a boiled pear onto the sofa bed behind me, but the warmth of his hand around me feels like certain death with no chance of survival. I can hardly imagine what the rest might be like, especially since my anxiety and excitement are going to prevent me from finding out.
Rowan smiles, thankfully.
‘Sorry, I’m… A mess, no doubt. But also so… horny. You’re really… so much, perhaps too much for me. I’m not sure I can control an inch of myself if you touch me again.”
“Do you want to feel how excited I am?”
Yes! God, please, yes!
I don’t think I can control anything, even if I’m the one touching him, but can I refuse?
I nod, lips parted to let out a single breath before the sight of his hard, shiny cock takes that away from me too.
His tracksuit bottoms fall to his feet, he kicks them off, then takes a step towards me, his hand moving slowly and seductively down his shaft.
I swallow nothingness mixed with nothingness and raise a hand to touch him. The feel of smooth skin, the heat, the hardness, his soft sigh as I move my fingers along his erection; my heart beats like a drum in every part of me.
I move to the sofa bed and sit on the edge, my hand moving, his eyes burning, my lips opening to him, his cock sliding slowly into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Rowan mutters through his teeth. “Oh, fuck… Fuck…” He growls again, his hands in my hair, my throat making room for him, my erection throbbing between my legs. “Don’t… You have to… Fuck… Seth… Fuck…” I massage his erection with my hand, my lips caressing the tip, my eyes on him, on his expression pained and lustful. “You don’t have to if…” I push his erection back into my mouth before he can finish the sentence. His hands come to rest on my shoulders. “God, yes… Yes…” He moves his hips towards me, his cock sinking slowly and firmly into my mouth. My hands on his marble ass, fingers squeezing and moving, his moans trapped in his throat only adding to my desire to feel him come inside me.
“Seth, please… God…”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, his erection in my hand, my lips half parted and wet, caressing him seductively.
Rowan pushes me by the shoulders and forces me to lie down, then climbs onto the mattress, his knees beside my head, his erection in his hand. I lift my head and take him again, Rowan moving quickly, his eyes on me, on what I’m doing to him, the desire to feel him enjoy it coursing through my veins. I squeeze his ass in my hands, eager to feel him come, but just when I think he’s about to let go, Rowan pulls away from me and moves to the side.
“I did something…” He leans over me and kisses me. His tongue slips into my mouth, just as his cock had moments before. I let myself be carried away by his kiss, that tastes of lust and urgency, helpless on the bed, his hands in mine, his warmth surrounding me.
