Chapter Sixteen
I contemplated what to do with Rowan for a while.
Going for some physical entertainment like a paintball game or a climbing wall could be fun if not for my nonexistent stamina. After starting at the University, I found little time for fitness and the combination of behind-the-desk studies and hobbies did me no favors. I made a note to ask Rowan to slowly introduce me to his gym so that I could beat myself into shape in the future, but firmly crossed any exercise off the list of possible date activities.
A diner date didn’t quite make the cut as well because one: Rowan didn’t seem to care for food in the same way Chester or Elijah did, always eating whatever was put under his nose without protest or excitement, and two: while I was fine with shouldering the burden of conversation I felt like there should be something else to focus on than my babbling to make this date a success.
It didn’t help that Rowan wasn’t really a people person. Even when he was a cat, his favorite place to be as Shadow was in my line of sight but outside of my reach. He was one of those baffling felines who considered sitting in the same room to be social enough.
Would going to a cinema be too much? I had a feeling he would stab anyone who dared to speak during the movie, including me.
“Netflix and chill seems safer,” I muttered to myself only to freeze as an idea hit me.
Mind buzzing with possibilities, I jumped up from my chair to find Chester and Elijah. I had to stop myself from hugging them to death when I found them curled together as cats in one of the plush circular beds that now littered the flat.
“Cats and gentlemen, can I have your attention, please?” I said like an announcer, and Chester immediately perked up while Elijah only swiveled an ear in my direction. “I have a favor to ask… You see…”
Rowan returned from the gym and, as always, took a shower. He was toweling his hair dry with another towel slung around his hips when he felt my eyes on him and looked up.
“…what’s this?” he asked warily.
“A smoothie,” I memed at him.
He huffed and gestured at what was around me, then lifted an eloquent eyebrow.
“Popcorn, chips, salted peanuts, chocolate chip cookies, soda, beer…” I pointed to the things set around the couch but finished by pointing at Rowan. “…my date.”
Rowan made a noise of surprise before a pleased smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Night in?” he asked in a low voice.
“The weather outside is dreadful. I wouldn’t let a stray cat suffer this rain,” I waved at the window, where indeed a deluge of water fell from the sky. “And you are very much a domesticated one.”
“Oh, am I?” Rowan asked.
“You are.” I took a piece of popcorn and stood up to present it to Rowan on the palm of my hand.
His eyes danced with mirth when he obligingly ate the treat from my hand.
“I guess you are right.”
He licked at the salty residue on my hand. That, combined with his near-nakedness, made me instantly hot under the collar. A not unwelcome start for a date.
Rowan placed a kiss on my fingers, then my palm, then my forearm…
Oh, boy.
“You know, I had a whole date planned. TV shows, we were supposed to watch our favorite shows!” I squeaked.
“Problem?” Rowan asked as he stepped boldly into my space and dragged his lips over my neck.
“N-no problem. No, sir, zero problem! Not complaining!” I said hotly, and I was rewarded with a bite to my neck that made my breath catch.
Rowan’s tongue licked over the stinging flesh and I tilted my head with a groan to give him better access. My hands had been itching to touch since he emerged shamelessly half-naked from the shower and now I didn’t have to feel guilty for my horny thoughts as I reached to touch those wonderful muscles. While my right hand found a firm pec and my left traced just above the towel around Rowan’s hips, his hands traveled to my ass and then to my thighs.
“Hold on,” he said and then hoisted me up.
A high-pitched, surprised squeak left my lips, but my instincts activated on time and I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed my legs around his waist to keep in place. I didn’t have to worry; it felt like Rowan could hold me up with only his hands on my ass.
“Show off,” I panted out.
The smug smile told me he knew how much I liked his display of strength.
Rowan proved how unnecessary it was to carry me like that when it took only three steps to deposit me back on the couch.
Ridiculous.
But I didn’t have breath to complain about his theatrics as Rowan took possession of my lips as soon as my ass hit the cushions.
The man licked at the seam of my lips and I only had to give him the smallest opening for his tongue to invade my mouth. Every movement was a precision strike that made me glad I was already sitting because I felt my knees go weak as I tried to respond in kind and was firmly put in my place. Rowan cradled my face and put me where he wanted with such casual dominance I could do nothing except melt into his touch.
I was ready to let him do anything he wanted to me. Screw the three dates rule, I wanted him to bend me over and rail me until I cried. When he settled next to me on the couch and then pulled me onto his lap, my pussy throbbed and I squirmed, pressing my back to his chest.
His hand slid over my hip, tracing the line of my skirt down to its edge… yes, yes, he only had to lift it up to sneak his hand into my panties.
The fingers left my skirt and then even my leg as Rowan reached forward…
“Which show?” Rowan asked casually as he turned the TV on with the remote in his hand.
I was speechless for solid three seconds.
Then my eyes narrowed.
Two could play this game.
“Let’s start with one of my favorites then,” I said brightly and directed Rowan to a show that practically oozed sexual tension.
Let’s see how long he was going to abstain with this honey trap playing and me squirming on his lap!
Fast-forward to half an hour later and I was the one about to break.
Rowan cheated by cuddling me, running his thumb absentmindedly on the inside of my thigh, and by placing a soft kiss on the back of my neck from time to time.
It was less than I wanted, but more than I could stand.
When the first episode of my pick ended, it was Rowan’s turn to introduce me to a show. It was a sci-fi series with compelling characters and amazing political intrigue. The problem was, it was hard to follow all the twists and turns and appreciate the worldbuilding details when I was so horny I was about to become a personification of the sin of lust.
I turned abruptly, changing my position to face Rowan instead of the screen.
“Look, this show is awesome, but if you want me to focus on it properly, you need to do something.” I tried to go for a stern voice, but it came out more like a whine.
The way I couldn’t stop myself from pressing against his thigh in little back-and-forth movements made it impossible to misinterpret what that something I wanted was.
The smile that spread over Rowan’s face was utterly infuriating. He kept me in suspense as he reached for the TV remote slowly. My breath caught when the sounds from behind me stopped. Did that mean…?
“This show needs proper appreciation,” Rowan said.
The thought that it was the longest sentence I heard him ever speak ran through my mind before I yelped as I was unceremoniously lifted and Rowan pulled my panties down until they slipped off my feet, pooling on the floor in a heap of lacy blue.
Then he slid down the cushions and pulled me forward until my knees bracketed his head. At the first touch of his tongue against my folds, I curled against the back of the couch as a surprised shout flew from my lips.
After nearly an hour of being relentlessly teased I was positively dripping. Rowan’s clever fingers opened me up for his tongue, as he scooped every trace of my arousal as if it was the sweetest nectar.
My fingers dug into the back of the couch as I desperately tried to not suffocate the man under me when I made aborted motions of chasing after my pleasure.
“Rowan, fuck, yes, like that,” I moaned when he targeted my clit.
A playful kiss turned into drawing circles with his tongue around the sensitive nub, then flicking it, as he answered my reactions, my breathy moans for more. I got lost in the sensation, my head thrown back as I gazed unseeingly at the ceiling.
My thighs shook as I came with a cry.
The methodical savagery of Rowan’s strokes undid me so fast my head was spinning as the aftershocks of my orgasm traveled through my body.
He made an appreciative hum as I panted, slumped over him.
A few minutes later, I flopped next to him, letting him sit straight again and clean his face with a tissue. I was about to reach for the bulge in his pants when he reached for something else.
The remote.
He turned the show back on.
Rowan only smirked at my outraged expression and a second later I found myself back where I started: sitting on his lap and facing the TV. The only difference was that my panties now lay on the floor and the post-orgasmic languidness was still present in my body.
With a sigh, I resigned myself to watching a pretty good sci-fi show.
Once the episode was over and we agreed to watch the rest of the series together later, it was time for me to choose another franchise to introduce Rowan to. As his last pick was flawless, I couldn’t be upstaged, so I put on a time travel show that was surely going to suck my boyfriend in.
It was a hit.
I spent the next half hour happily babbling from Rowan’s lap, pointing out every detail he had to pay attention to and providing trivia about the actors and the production of the show.
While having such a good time, I almost forgot about the compromising position I was in and the bulge that was pressing against my ass.
Almost.
When it was time for the next series Rowan leaned forward to grab the remote which pressed his half-hard cock against me and my horniness returned with a vengeance.
A whine escaped my lips. When Rowan straightened I turned just enough to pepper the underside of his jaw with needy kisses.
“Fuck me,” I demanded.
“No. Watch,” Rowan said unflinchingly, his fingers grabbing my chin and manhandling me to face the screen.
“I can watch while you fuck me!” I said in my desperation.
We both froze.
“Hmm,” Rowan made a considering sound. I sweated as my future hung in the moment. Did I really want to ride his cock while being expected to pay attention to, no doubt, another intricate story?
Fuck it, I was all in.
“I can multitask. Do you doubt me?” I challenged.
“Alright,” Rowan said, and my heart pounded with excitement.
I scrambled to make the promised fucking a reality before he changed his mind. My panties were already decorating the floor, so it was only a matter of getting Rowan’s pants and underwear off — a task I performed with zeal to the amusement of my lover — and to hike my skirt up.
Even if Rowan was trying to pretend he was unaffected by me disrobing him on my knees, his cock, which went from half hard to fully up, revealed how excited he was. I scrambled back into the position, guiding his pretty long cock into my pussy as I spread my legs open and bracketed his thighs with my knees, ready to ride him, my back to him in a reverse cowgirl position.
As he filled me I moaned at the fulness. Yes, this was what I wanted, what I needed. He was so good for giving this to me…
I raised my hips.
Or at least I tried to.
Hands on my thighs prevented me from rising, my lover’s strong grip keeping me in place.
“Watch,” Rowan said and hit play on the remote. “Show over, then you can come.”
I slumped against his chest in despair. Here it was, the catch. I could have his cock inside of me during the episode we were watching, but I couldn’t really fuck him.
Suddenly, I understood why people considered black cats to be the spawn of Satan. Surely Rowan had to at least have some kind of a deal with the devil to have such evil ideas.
Cockwarming.
Rowan was using me for cockwarming .
He was enjoying the snug heat of my pussy while we watched a detective procedural and demanded I pay attention to the unfolding case on screen.
When my attention wandered and I found myself repeatedly tensing around his cock, moving in the only way I could, he slapped my thigh making me yelp.
For a moment I thought I was going to come just from the sudden drag of his cock along my insides when I jumped, but I only shuddered through the new wave of arousal before the feeling plateaued to the constant too-little-not-enough so-good-but-I-want-more sensation.
The blush never left my cheeks for the entire episode and by the time it ended I felt nearly insane, positively feverish with desire. My need turned into a necessity. I was going to die if Rowan did not fuck me this instant. When the credits started rolling a triumphant sound escaped my lips and I surged into motion only to be thwarted again.
“You can’t mean to—! Those are only credits! Credits! Just text!” I moaned. “Please, please, let me ride your cock, please—”
The TV turned off.
That was all the warning I got before Rowan lifted me up, then slammed me back onto his cock.
“AH!”
My cry reverberated through the room, but it was only the beginning of all the filthy sounds Rowan made me give him.
I thought it was going to be me fucking him wildly.
I was mistaken.
Rowan used his strength to hook his hands under my knees and used his prowess and height to his advantage, moving me on his cock, up and down, up and down. With my feet off the couch, I had no leverage to control the movements in any way. All that was left for me was to moan, and whimper, and claw at his hands as I tried to find an anchor in this blizzard of sensation. Little fucked out sounds and Rowan’s harsh breathing filled the room, along with the dirty percussion of flesh slamming against flesh. I was so on edge the arousal felt like a ball of fire in my abdomen. The teasing had an effect on both of us and we quickly lost ourselves in one another, joined in the frenzy of movement and chasing bliss.
The wetness of my arousal leaked down, leaving sticky trails, but it had nothing on the way Rowan’s cum filled me and then overflowed, escaping out of my stuffed pussy when Rowan slammed into me with a hiss of pleasure. My lover’s hips stuttered wildly as he spilled deep inside me and I choked on a moan as I followed him into bliss, bolstered to join him by the way his breath hitched and his hands gripped me as if he never wanted to let me go. As if he wanted to burrow himself even deeper, stake a claim on every inch of my body.
We breathed together for a moment, the fast rise and fall of our chests synchronizing until the adrenaline went down and our hearts stopped beating like drums. Rowan let his grip lessen and I groaned, suddenly realizing how much my legs were cramping after staying in such a demanding position for so long. Gentle hands helped me unfold and I snuggled with Rowan on the couch.
Unlike before, we weren’t really paying attention to the show Rowan put on. It was only a background noise as I focused on cuddling my wonderful boyfriend. We made use of the snacks and beverages, happily munching the popcorn and occasionally sharing butter-flavored kisses.
It was pure bliss. I was happy, cozy, and warm. I could stay like this forever.
I was drowsing with my face pressed into Rowan’s neck when the door banged open.
“Honey, we are home!” Chester hollered, seeing the light in the main room was on.
Shit, shit, shit, I forgot I made him and Elijah remove themselves from the apartment only until midnight!
I scampered off Rowan in panic.
A quick check showed me it wasn’t that bad. Rowan had his pants back on and my skirt was dark enough to hide any stains. I managed to straighten my clothes and fix my hair in the short time it took Chester and Elijah to take their boots off, so I greeted them with a smile.
They knew me and Rowan were on a date, but they didn’t need to know all the sordid details.
Elijah stopped in his tracks. His eyes were wide. I followed his gaze.
Straight to my panties which were still laying on the floor.
Well, damn.
Chester wolf-whistled and I tried to pretend I didn’t exist by hiding my red cheeks behind my hands.
“I see… the date went well?” Elijah said faintly.
Rowan snorted, still sprawled on the couch and utterly unbothered. That was so not fair! He should be burning in hell of embarrassment along with me! He returned my glare with the softest of looks.
“Shower?” he suggested.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t going to rip him a new one because that was a good idea.
I practically ran to the bathroom and groaned when the door shut behind me, the lock giving me a moment to collect myself. A quick shower later, I felt more at ease but I still didn’t want to make a big deal out of the fact I slept with Rowan nor talk about it so I skulked back to my bedroom, changed into my pajamas, and firmly shut off the light.
I half expected Chester to crawl into my bed and do his usual octopus routine, but, to my surprise, the redhead didn’t claim possession of my bed. Instead, a sleek black cat jumped on the covers.
“Mrrrgh?” Rowan, no, Shadow , made a questioning sound. As if I would say no to the elusive kitty joining me at night.
“Not afraid of your nightmares?” I asked as I pulled a corner of the comforter up, inviting him under.
Shadow lifted his black paw and looked from it to me as if to say being in this shape changed things.
That was fair. I wasn’t sure if being a cat eliminated the bad dreams or if Rowan decided he was less of a risk as a small cat than he was as a trained soldier with a big body, but, either way, I was happy to have the black cat curl next to me.
When those yellow eyes closed in a slow blink and Shadow let himself fall asleep next to me I was filled with utter contentment.