17. Rowan
CHAPTER 17
ROWAN
I should’ve gone home the minute Gil softened and slipped out of me. Or in the moments after, when he slid his leaking cum back inside me. Or in the moments after that when we were quiet and content in a way that didn’t make sense for two men who weren’t anything to each other.
Instead, I stayed. I basked in the closeness of another person. The way his body wrapped around mine even after we’d finished. Maybe I was touch-starved, but it felt almost too good to lie there in the quiet. There was some kind of magic when I was with Gil, some kind of spell he cast on me, because when I was with him, I felt so much like me that I almost didn’t recognize myself. And Gil never seemed to mind how inept that made me.
Having gotten what I came for, I should have gone home. But when I stirred, Gil tightened his hold on me like his body didn’t want me to go, even if he couldn’t make his mouth ask me to stay.
Rolling over, I faced him and he gave me a sleepy smile without meeting my gaze. His focus was on my mouth, so I gave it to him. I leaned in and kissed him. The kiss we shared when I arrived had been all hunger and anticipation coming to fruition. Now, it was lazy and slow. Satisfied, but still needy. It fed my appetite, making me hard again. As my pulse started to race, I felt the throb of Gil’s handprint on my ass. If I hadn’t been so shocked that I liked it so much, I probably would have shot my load right then.
Coming over to Gil’s house felt like the most reckless thing I’d done, maybe ever. But I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. Kissing my way down his body, he easily let me roll him onto his back. I settled myself between his legs and dragged my lips over the sensitive skin at the inside of his thigh. The light dusting of dark hair was impossibly soft. A stark contrast to the rock solid cock that lay against his stomach.
I dragged my gaze up his body, taking in the flat planes of his abdomen, his only slightly furry chest. The intensity in his eyes had me looking away, burying my face in the short thatch of hair around his cock.
“Gil.” I swallowed around my desire. “Talk me through it.”
There was something comforting about the way he’d talked when he fucked me. I liked that he never gave me a chance to think or question if I was doing things right. He took over and looked after us both, and I wanted that again. The peace that came with knowing I was what he wanted.
At least in the moment.
A shiver travelled down my body from the place where Gil’s fingers slid into my hair, all the way down to the tips of my toes. They curled when he tightened his grip. “Open your mouth for me, Row.”
I dug my hands into his sides and did as I was told. Part of me thought he might unceremoniously rammed his dick in my mouth, but I should have thought better. Because Gil didn’t. Of course he didn’t. Instead he angled his cock and brushed it over my parted lips. My tongue darted out to lick him, earning me a rumble in the back of his throat that went straight to my balls.
“Is this what you need?” Gil asked as he dragged his cock back and forth.
“Gil, please.” My cock already ached and my hole clenched when I thought of taking him again. I could still feel him there. Feel him in me. The press of his finger as he’d tucked his cum back in my hole like he promised. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
“Go slow, baby. Don’t choke.” Gil paused as I swirled the tip of my tongue around the head of his cock. “At least not until I tell you to.”
God, I needed some friction on my cock. Gil’s voice did something to me. Low and raspy, it burrowed into me, under my skin. I could lie here all night and do nothing but listen to him speak filthy words into existence.
But his cock was in my mouth. Hot and hard and slick with my spit as I worked my way down the shaft. Letting my hands wander, I slid one up his chest, brushing my fingers over his nipple. I heard his sharp inhale, then a quiet laugh and Gil pressed down on the back of my head.
“You can take it deeper, can’t you, Row? That’s right. That’s good.”
I’d never have been able to say half the things Gil said to me as he cradled my head in both his hands now. He planted his feet on the mattress so he could thrust up into my mouth. And the whole time, he kept talking to me. Kept calling me baby in that rough, sexy voice of his. Kept saying increasingly dirty things until every muscle in my body screamed for release.
He had me aching for him. Throbbing. He’d taken my existence and narrowed it down so it only included him.
“You can take it all, can’t you?” Gil gently pressed me down further until my nose was nearly against his skin. When I choked, he let me up. My face felt like I’d stuck it in a volcano it was so hot. Tears sprang to my eyes and I pressed them shut, hoping Gil didn’t see the mess I was.
Then his thumbs brushed the tears off my cheeks. “Row, you did so good. You’re so good, baby. I need your mouth again.”
Gil eased his cock back into my mouth. His breaths rasped in and out of him. The tension in his muscles made his body vibrate.
“I’m going to come in your mouth and I want you to swallow it all, Row.”
As if I’d have it any other way.
“Deep breath, that’s it. Relax for me.” His hips moved faster, but he kept his thrusts shallow, being careful not to gag me again. Though part of me wanted him to, I wanted him to come a whole lot more.
When Gil shattered, I shattered with him. Overcome with the sensation of him unloading in my mouth, of his hands gripping my hair, of the way his legs bracketed me, squeezing slightly when his ass lifted off the bed when he came, I reached between my legs and brought myself off with a couple quick strokes.
I pulled myself off Gil’s cock and sucked in a breath. Resting my forehead against his stomach, I was aware of the way Gil very briefly stroked his hands through my hair.
Twice spent. Twice I’d been filled with him and still I wasn’t ready to go home.
“I hope you were serious when you said I could have your cock as many times as I needed it tonight, because I don’t think I’m done yet.” I sat up and met Gil’s gaze before bringing my hand to my mouth and cleaning my cum off my fingers.
“Get up here.” He reached for me as he spoke, capturing me and yanking me down before flipping me over onto my back. He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue invading my mouth with purpose. “You taste amazing.”
Gil blanketed me with his body, warm and soft and perfect.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep.
That was my next conscious thought after, oh fuck , and, what time is it?
Gil was long gone from his bed, the other side cold, but the blankets rumpled. A dent in his pillow where his head had been. I got to my feet and dressed in my clothes that had mysteriously appeared folded at the foot of the bed. I had to get home to Fisher, hopefully before he woke up, but I knew I couldn’t walk down the street until I splashed some water on my face and took a piss.
I tried not to let myself panic, but my heart was racing and I felt like a frightened rabbit. Or like a teenager trying to sneak back in before his parents discovered what he’d been up to.
I made quick use of Gil’s bathroom to empty my bladder, wash my hands and face, and tidy my hair, in that order. I still looked freshly fucked, but that could’ve been the panic talking. Gil wasn’t in the kitchen, but I could hear the low rumble of his voice in the attached garage. Even though I was sure I’d overstayed my welcome, I couldn’t leave without saying something.
I stepped into the garage and saw him leaning against his workbench. His arms were crossed over his chest, and the white shirt he wore did nothing to hide the swell of his arms and the contours of his muscles.
“Hi, Dad.”
My head swiveled and I saw Fisher kneeling on the floor of Gil’s garage, fiddling with something on his bike. “I got a flat tire and Gil showed me how to fix it.”
“That—” I cleared my throat. “That’s very nice of him.”
“He said he’d take me on his motorcycle.” Fisher looked up at me and the brightness of his smile caught me off-guard. I was used to the sullen Fisher, the one with the earbuds in all the time who managed a few syllables here and there if I pressed him to talk to me.
“I said if it was okay with your dad, that I’d take you on my bike. Slowly. Around the block. Maybe up as far as the school.”
Fisher looked at me again. “Can I?”
Could he? I was still focused on trying to decide if he knew I’d been here all night. I felt like I’d fallen asleep and woken up in the Twilight Zone.
“I’ll leave the two of you to sort this out. I’m going to get breakfast.” He ran a steady hand through his hair. “Can you lock up when you leave?”
He didn’t wait for an answer. I stood there a little dumbstruck as Gil put his helmet on, wheeled his bike out of the garage, and roared away without so much as a goodbye.
It shouldn’t have hurt my feelings the way it did. We weren’t anything, after all. And Gil had just proved how nothing we were.
“So? Can I?” Fisher asked.
His hands were filthy from working on his bike and he had a smear of dirt across his cheek. And he was smiling.
When I didn’t answer right away, Fisher tried again, “Gil said he has a spare helmet I can wear. Can I?”
My brain wasn’t ready for the idea of my kid on the back of a motorcycle and if it were anyone but Gil, I might have said no. But Fisher hadn’t looked so happy in… maybe ever. At least not since well before the move. Gil might be done with me, and maybe it wasn’t fair to let my kid get attached, but Fisher looked so excited that I couldn’t bring myself to say no.
“I…guess it would be fine.”
“Yes!” He dropped the wrench he’d been using and launched himself at me, slinging his arms around me in a hug that was all too welcome, but far too brief. It felt like no time had passed before he pulled away and went back to fixing his bike tire.
“Are you and Gil boyfriends?” Fisher asked with zero regard for my sanity.
“I don’t know what we are.” I promised myself that I’d always be honest with my kid. “If we were boyfriends, you’d be okay with that?”
Fisher shrugged. “Gil’s cool.” He paused what he was doing and glanced up at me. “You smile more now.”
My heart lurched at the knowledge that Gil had the same effect on the both of us. But he didn’t want anything more than what we’d agreed to and I didn’t know how to break that news to Fisher.
Or to myself for that matter, because I sure as hell did want what I wasn’t allowed to have.