A One-Time Thing

16. Gil

CHAPTER 16

GIL

I ’d spent more time that week thinking about Rowan than I should have. Especially considering he wasn’t meant to be anything more than a casual fuck. I’d gone for a ride every night to try and clear him out of my head, but nothing had worked. As soon as the bike hit eighty, I so easily imagined him on the back with his arms wrapped tight around my stomach, his chest pressed against my back. When I’d come to a stop, the fantasy was always quick to evaporate. Rowan wasn’t the kind of man to climb onto the back of a 1000cc motorcycle. He wasn’t even the type to know what that meant.

So when Friday night rolled around, I tried to not pace my living room as the clock ticked on past eight, past nine, past ten. It was seven minutes after eleven when Rowan finally showed up at my door, face flushed and chest heaving.

“Did you walk here?” I asked, stepping to the side to let him in.

He nodded.

When he brushed past me, I could smell his soap, a hint of pizza sauce on his fingers, and I was feral. Pushing the door closed behind him, I cornered him in against the wall and wasted no time before crashing our mouths together. Rowan made a surprised sound into my mouth that I was quick to swallow, even quicker to slide my hands down to the backs of his thighs to heft him up off the ground. He wrapped his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck, and he let me devour him whole right there against my front door.

“Good to see you too,” he murmured against my mouth.

I turned us away from the door and dropped him unceremoniously onto my couch. I hadn’t planned on getting far with him, so during one of my many circles around the house while waiting, I’d brought a bottle of lube to the coffee table so I could be ready for any scenario. I’d never loved myself more than in that moment.

Breaking away from Rowan’s mouth, I kissed my way down the side of his neck, using my body to grind against him in a hard and teasing kind of slide. He dug his fingernails into the small of my back, gasping and moaning and arching into me like he’d been hungry for my dick his entire life and not just the past few weeks.

“You look indecent in these sweats,” I whispered against his ear, reaching between us and fighting the gray sweats from our last encounter down his legs and eventually off. Folding myself back on top of him, I bent one of Rowan’s knees back toward his shoulder, the other sprawled out off the side of the couch.

“They’re just gray sweats,” he said.

I stretched past him for the lube, doing everything I could to ignore just how painfully aroused Rowan made me. How had I gone two years not caring about sex at all, being fine with jerking off every couple of days and coming into the shower drain? I couldn’t reconcile that man with the version of myself who was achingly hungry for this red-haired stranger, the one who needed his body so desperately. I was torn between wanting to pump load after load of cum inside of him and coming across his hip in a wild spray, then using my finger to trace my spend between the constellation of his freckles.

I wanted both.

I would have both.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he complained, fingers fighting against the waistband of my black joggers.

“Be patient, Row. I’ll let you have my cock as many times as you need it tonight.”

He cursed under his breath and I slid two slick fingers between the cheeks of his ass. Teasing his hole with one, I pressed softly against his rim with the other.

“Bear down,” I whispered to him. “Let me in. Show me how much you want me.”

He did, and my finger slipped inside of him with hardly any resistance. I twisted around and pressed against his prostate, which earned me a surprised gasp and a violent flush across his cheeks. I kissed his freckles and added a second finger, then a third. By the time he was prepped for me, Rowan was a sweaty and writhing mess on my couch, his shirt rucked up beneath his chin and his cock violently hard and wet against his stomach.

I was just as hard, if not more, and I had to take a handful of steadying breaths when I pushed down on my shaft to notch the head of my dick against his hole. He was still folded in half for me, spread open and desperate. He was going to make someone really fucking happy someday, but for now, all he had to work with was me.

“Do it again, baby,” I coaxed, rolling my head back to look at the ceiling instead of the man laid out beneath me. “Let me come in that tight hole of yours.”

It wasn’t the first time I’d taken him bare. In fact, we’d been careless every time before this one, but it was the first time I knew I could finish inside of him. It was a small change on paper, but massive enough in my head that I almost ended the night as soon as the swollen crown of my cock popped past that tight muscle. Groaning, I bracketed my hands around his slender hips and steadied myself.

There was barely any of my cock inside of him, and Rowan whimpered, fingers scrabbling at my wrist.

“Please, more,” he begged, bearing down around me again.

“I know what you need, Rowan,” I whispered, feeding him another inch of my shaft, then another. “It’s coming.”

Before long, I was fully seated inside of him, our bodies pressed together in all of the best places and ways. Rowan blinked up at me like I was a miracle, throat bobbing with every breath and swallow.

Suddenly, it didn’t feel very casual anymore.

I fell forward, covering his eyes with my palm. I couldn’t bear to see the way he looked up at me. It was too much and undeserved.

“Gil,” he protested, but didn’t fight me off. He curled one hand around my wrist, almost in question.

“I’m going to fucking defile you,” I promised him. “Going to do the dirtiest fucking things to this body of yours, and I don’t want you to see it. Don’t want to ruin you with it.”

Didn’t want to ruin him with me, but that was a difference that didn’t matter.

He flexed his fingers around my wrist before letting them fall away, and it was all the consent I needed. Drawing my hips back, I slammed forward into Rowan again so hard the feet of the couch skittered against the wood floors. He cried out, but quickly snapped his mouth closed, pulling his lips between his teeth.

“You can be loud here,” I reminded him. “There’s no one to hear you scream but the man who’s making you.”

I slammed into him a second time, a third, a fourth, until he received my message and let himself go. Rowan thrashed, spreading his legs wider, begging and pleading for me to fuck him harder, to fuck him deeper. I couldn’t get the leverage I needed with my hand on his face, but I didn’t trust myself to look into his eyes either.

Pulling out before I made another bad decision, I hauled Rowan to his feet and turned him toward the hallway.

“Bedroom,” I demanded. “I want to take you from behind.”

He practically ran to my room, climbing onto my bed and arranging himself on his hands and knees. The sight of him was indecent, with his lube-slicked ass on display, his cock and balls heavy between his legs.

“Can I spank you?” I asked, finally getting all the way out of my pants and climbing onto the bed behind him.

“I’ve never?—”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

Rowan buried his face into my pillow. “Yes.”

I spanked his ass once, hard enough to leave a welt shaped like my hand. He cried out and arched his back, begging once again to be filled. I obliged him, sinking back home in one smooth stroke. It was easier to fuck Rowan like this, without his gorgeous blue eyes blinking up at me, drunk with lust and some other feelings he had no right sharing with me. I didn’t know what my face would say in return, so it was better to stay behind him, to focus on the curve of his hips, the knobs of his spine, the plump globes of his ass.

Rowan took my cock like he was born to do it, making it easy to forget that, until me, he’d never been with a man before. Toys were nothing compared to the real thing, I knew, and I tried to slow my pace to something less punishing.

“What’s wrong?” Rowan asked, turning his head to the side.

I pushed his face into the pillow, his body into the tangled mess of my sheets. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not,” he said.

“Not yet.”

“I’m not breakable.”

It was the bravest and boldest thing he’d ever said to me. Maybe the first thing he’d ever said that didn’t come with an uncertainty or a stutter. Rowan was clearly comfortable on his knees for me with my cock inside of him, my handprint on his ass. There was no reason for me to go easy on him because of my own worries, which were clearly not warranted or welcome.

“Okay,” I whispered.

Digging my fingers into the swell of his ass, I pulled him apart so I could get a better view of the way his body took me inside.

“You’re swallowing my cock whole,” I said softly, tracing one of my fingers around the place where our bodies were joined. He shivered, and a bead of sweat rolled down my temple. “You feel so fucking good, Rowan. I want you to come on my cock. I want you to fucking come for me.”

His hand disappeared beneath him, and his breathy moans turned to low growls. I fucked into him with the same rhythm he fucked himself, his muscles clenching and grabbing at me in all new kinds of ways as he tried to bring himself off.

“Don’t stop talking,” he choked out, a tremor rolling through his entire body.

I huffed, dick pulsing inside of him.

“Do you like when I talk dirty to you, Row? Do you like when I talk you through it?”

“Yes.”

I growled, snapping my hips hard and chasing after every possible inch of depth I could find.

“I can’t wait to come in this gorgeous asshole of yours,” I told him, and it was the truth. “I want to put so much cum inside of you that it spills out and makes a mess of you. I’ll lick it up, baby. Push it back inside of you with my tongue, put some of it into your mouth so you can taste the way you make me feel. Would you li?—”

Rowan’s body went tense and he screamed.

He actually fucking screamed.

It was like the orgasm took control of his body, and he bucked ferociously beneath me, every muscle spasming as he shot his load onto my sheets. He was still deep in the aftershocks of it when I started to move again. My grip around his hips was so punishing I worried it would bruise, but just like with his release, my own need had taken over.

I fucked into Rowan again hard, throwing my head back with a snarl as my orgasm slammed into me like a brick wall. It hurt to come, jet after jet of cum pouring out of my dick and right into his ass. Just like I’d promised. I didn’t think it would be enough to spill out of him, but it might have been.

The aftershocks of my orgasm vibrated through me long after my cock stopped spilling, and I collapsed on top of Rowan, turning us both onto our sides so I didn’t have to leave him just yet. We stayed on our sides, breathing ragged and loud, not speaking for God knew how long. Eventually, my cock softened and slipped out of him. He winced, and I lowered my hand between us to make good on my earlier promise.

I chased my cum from the back of his balls and his taint, pushing it back inside of him with one slow thrust of my finger. Rowan shuddered and moaned, then fucked himself down onto my hand like he wanted more. I admired his dedication to the cause, but I needed a breather if he wanted another round.

“I can’t fuck you again just yet,” I said, an apology.

“In a minute.” His words were a little slurred, but I closed my eyes and nodded.

“Yeah, Row. In a minute.”