Chapter Six
Milo
Crossing my arms, I looked at the clothes that lay scattered on my bed. I’d been obsessing over what to wear the entire morning until I gave up and marched to the kitchen.
The pretzel recipe was taped to my fridge with flowery Washi to prevent me from losing it. I’d rewritten it to keep Anabelle’s book in pristine condition, and I also found several other treats to try from her ideas for later.
This time, I sat cross-legged in front of the oven and watched the pretzels get to a yummy shade of brown.
They came out not burned (good) but gummy in the middle (not so good).
Overall, not a success, but not a complete failure, either.
I chose the best-looking one and set it aside to wrap it up to go.
I had an hour to get ready to meet Rowan.
A thorough shower and prep later, I picked a white crop top with Swimming With the Sharks’ new album cover on it.
The design, depicting a stage in the rain, had the kind of visceral beauty you'd expect of a painting in a museum.
So of course I had to have it the moment I saw it in a music store a few weeks ago.
I pulled on my favorite baggy jeans and tightened them with a leather belt.
Since I may end up walking home in the middle of the night, I threw on a thin yellow bomber jacket.
I usually took a bike for the short ride to work, which allowed me to visit Ethel when I finished. But Rowan’s hotel was two blocks closer to the cafe, so I could cover the distance in fifteen minutes on foot.
The entire walk I reminded myself that I shouldn’t talk too much and not be too clingy. We’d take a stroll in the park, get ice cream, go back to his hotel to fuck, then I’d be on my way home. No big deal.
After my messy breakup with Andrew, I’d had the odd random hookup: tourists, or men I'd met when I'd gone on vacation. But even though Rowan was only in town for the summer, it still felt like a big deal - I was gonna be seeing him around here for weeks.
Miraculously, I remembered the number of his room, and the nice porter at the entrance informed me that Rowan was waiting for me in 1608.
I knocked once, and the door swung open. The chaos in my head quieted, leaving only me, Rowan, and his pristine hotel suite.
“I was afraid you changed your mind. Or had other plans.” He stepped back, letting me in. His black shirt was untucked and unbuttoned, showing the expanse of his hairy chest and his dark pink nipples. The slacks he wore hung loosely on his hips, pooling over his bare feet.
“Nope. You’re the only thing on my to-do list today.” I winked.
“Cheeky.” He dragged a finger across my exposed midriff, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
He was so tentative when all I wanted was for him to throw me over his shoulder and…could I even take his dick? I’d dared a glimpse of the imprint in front of his pants before, but what I’d seen couldn’t be real. If I sped this up a bit now, I’d find out sooner.
I rocked on my heels. “So you’ve got big feet, huh?” Grinning, I lifted my eyebrows.
“Yeah, well…oh.” Rowan’s gaze darkened. “I do.” He stalked me until my back hit the wall. “Why? Are you interested in my feet or my cock?” His hands on the bare skin of my waist were gentle yet possessive at once.
My heartbeat quickened as I looked up and then some to his face. “Both?”
His rich chuckle filled the air as he leaned over and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the side of my neck, then my jaw, until he reached my lips. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Spend some time with me and you’d want to forget me. Or so my ex had told me. I shook my head and grounded myself by touching Rowan’s chest. This was no place for ugly thoughts.
“Good.” Because I woke up in the middle of the night and had to jerk off twice to the memory of you rolling your sleeves. I wouldn’t have been able to go back to sleep otherwise.
I pushed aside his parted shirt and latched onto his nipple, sucking and flicking it with my tongue.
Rowan’s growl rumbled in his chest, and he slid his fingers into my hair, holding me like a gentle giant with his large hand. I kissed down his hard abdomen and lowered myself to my knees. If I didn’t taste his cock in the next minute, I might die.
I tore at his pants, fumbling with the button until I sent it flying to the other side of the room. Oops. I shoved his black boxers down and…
“Whoa.” I licked my lips, mesmerised by the monster I found. Rowan’s dick was long, but it was also thick as fuck. This thing won’t fit in me. Nope. No way. But I could be creative.
Rowan’s hand froze in my hair, and his thighs twitched. “If you’ve changed your mind—”
“No. Fuck no.” Was his cock-zilla a sore spot?
I could see how it might scare someone away.
Good thing I felt very brave today. I wouldn’t be able to take Rowan’s cock, but we could do other things.
I slid my hands up to his groin and licked the head of his hard-on.
Salty pre-cum graced my mouth, and I moaned, eager for more.
I traced my tongue around the crown and the foreskin hiding there, then I buried my face in his ginger pubes.
My hands weren’t small, but when I wrapped one around Rowan’s cock, I could barely close it. Underneath my fingertips, I found tiny ridges along the underside. Oh, these would feel so good inside me. I squeezed Rowan’s monster cock and gazed up at his face.
He was looking down at me with eyes full of fire and cheeks flushed as if he’d been running.
“Come here.” He pulled me to my feet, then reached for my butt and lifted me up with ease.
I released a squeal of delight and wrapped my legs around his waist. He didn’t throw me on the bed like a wild animal. Nope. He laid me out gently and covered me with his body, dragging his cock along my thigh.
The ginger waves of his hair fell forward, framing his face. He was a fierce God emerging from fire, and I was sure he was here to engulf me in his flames.
Like an idiot, I wanted to be a well-fucked and happy pile of ash.
I pushed at his chest, and he rolled off me.
Grabbing the hem of my T-shirt, I yanked it over my head, then shed my jeans and underwear, kicking them to the floor.
Rowan took my cue, but instead of clawing at his clothes like me, he stood by the bed and pulled his shirt off one arm then the other in a fluid motion.
It floated to the ground at his bare feet, where the rest of his garments landed a moment later.
How was he so graceful?
He crawled back onto the bed, kissing along my leg up to my groin, settling between my parted thighs. He nuzzled his way under my hard-on and licked my balls.
“Fucking hell.”
Rowan purred into my skin. “You smell so good.” Then he swirled his tongue over the crown of my dick and wrapped his lips around it. He sucked me gently but with such expertise, I was fighting to stay still and not thrust into his mouth, chasing my orgasm.
I grappled at the sheets. “I don’t want to come so quick.”
He pulled away, gripped the backs of my thighs, and folded me like a lawn chair. Oh dear gods.
“I’ll go slower then.” He explored my taint with his tongue, then licked over my hole with the perfect pressure.
I released a loud moan and held onto my legs, even though he showed no intention of letting them go. He was licking my asshole, but I felt the repercussions inside me in swirls of heat.
“Please…more.” I whimpered and relaxed, inviting him in.
His tongue delved past my rim, and he fucked me with the tip of it. Wet, hot and sloppy, he ate me out like he knew how to drive me crazy, as if his every move was tailored to what I needed. Was he following his instinct, or was he that good?
Either way, I couldn’t keep my eyes from rolling back into my head in pleasure. I undulated my hips, but I had little movement since he was holding me pinned by the thighs. I was exactly where I wanted to be.
He met my gaze, sucked his index finger into his mouth, then pulled it out, leaving it shining with his saliva. He was giving me time to protest. I wouldn’t dare.
I nodded, my lips parted, my ass ready.
Rowan circled my hole with the tip of his finger, then added pressure.
“Is this fine?”
“Oh yes.”
He pushed in, breaching me.
I sucked in a breath, then relaxed. The burn amped the sensation of him inside me, stretching me. It was just his finger, for fuck’s sake.
“Are you sure?” He growled low and kissed the inside of my thigh.
“Gods, yes.”
He reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and retrieved a bottle of lube.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.
“I won’t. Unless you tell me to.” He looked up again while he was slathering my hole in lubricant. “Will you tell me?”
“I will! Just get to it already.”
He chuckled, then swallowed my cock to the hilt.
This time I yelped and grabbed the sheets at my sides. The warmth of his mouth enveloped my dick, and he sucked slowly, moving all the way up then back down.
This was not how I planned to die, but at this point, I might as well.
He slid his finger in and moved it around in my ass, stretching, searching. Then he put pressure on my prostate. The powerful pleasure spread through my insides and to my cock.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” I strained, but Rowan held me down with one arm across my waist. “Ah! Rowan—” My next moan was so loud the entire hotel must have heard it.
I tapped his hand. That was universal for “I’m gonna shoot in your mouth if you don’t pull away”, right?
Rowan was not getting the message. “Rowan, I’m about to, ah, fuck! ”
I came so hard I wasn’t sure if I levitated off the bed along with Rowan stuck to my dick, or it was my spirit that left me then slammed back into my body.
To say I felt the orgasm to the tips of my fingers and toes would be an understatement.
I was still panting and mumbling words I didn’t know the meanings of. Was I speaking in tongues now? Had Rowan possessed me like a sex demon?