Chapter Six #2
I lean in, eyes locked on his face the entire time.
My mouth closes over the head of his cock, tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive ridge.
Rowan’s hips twitch. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks with firm, deliberate suction, then moan low around him so the vibrations travel straight down his length.
My free hand strokes the base where my mouth can’t reach, twisting gently on the upstroke.
Rowan’s reaction is immediate and completely different from what I saw with his assistant.
His head falls back against the couch; lips parted on a stunned gasp.
His thighs tremble. He looks confused and overwhelmed, like he’s never felt anything quite like this before.
Every flick of my tongue, every pulse of suction, every deep moan I let rumble around him makes him jerk and twitch far more sensitively than I expected.
I watch his face closely… the way his brows pull together, the flush deepening across his cheekbones, the way his chest rises and falls faster with every pass of my mouth. He’s so much more responsive now. So much more alive.
I pull off for a moment, letting him catch his breath, his cock glistening and throbbing in front of me.
“How…?” His voice comes out breathy and awed, barely above a whisper.
I stay on my knees between his spread legs, watching him closely.
Truth is, I have no fucking idea why I affect him like this.
I’ve never sucked another man’s dick before.
Never had sex with a man at all. But I’ve watched enough porn and paid attention to what makes bodies react, and apparently, I’m good at it.
Rowan tastes surprisingly good… salty skin mixed with something sweeter underneath, warm and addictive on my tongue.
I don’t answer his question. Instead, I demand, voice low and rough, “Look at me.”
Rowan slowly lifts his head. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with pleasure and something unmistakably forbidden. The flush across his cheeks has spread down his neck. He looks wrecked already, and I’ve barely started.
I hold the eye contact as I lean back in, dragging my tongue slowly over the sensitive head of his cock. Rowan moans loud, a raw, broken sound that goes straight to my own dick. His cock twitches hard against my tongue, leaking a fresh bead of precome.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I order.
He nods; brain clearly fogged with pleasure he’s never felt before. His gaze stays locked on mine even as his eyelids flutter.
I wrap my lips around the head again, sucking firmly while letting my teeth scrape lightly against the sensitive flesh just beneath the crown. Rowan’s head tilts with a devastatingly deep moan, hips jerking involuntarily.
I pop off just long enough to wink at him. Rowan’s face burns crimson and he slaps both hands over his face in embarrassment, trying to hide.
I growl. “Do you want me to leave?”
He shakes his head frantically behind his hands.
“What did I say?” I demand.
He lowers his hands slowly, eyes glassy and desperate. “Eyes on you…” he whispers.
I hum in satisfaction. “Good boy.”
The shiver that runs through his entire body is visible.
I lean up, bringing my face close to his. Rowan swallows hard, throat working. The air between us feels thicker now, more intimate than anything that’s happened so far. I run my tongue along the sharp line of his jaw.
Rowan whimpers, a soft, needy sound that makes my cock throb. “Cade…” he breathes.
I groan, pleased, and hover my mouth just inches from his. Our lips are so close I can feel the heat of his breath. Rowan’s eyes drop to my lips, then flick back up to mine, uncertain and hungry.
“I should get back to work,” I murmur against his mouth, testing him.
His eyes plead with me, wide and desperate.
I pull back slightly. “Pray to me. Beg me… Tell me you want it. You want your stepbrother to make you come.”
Rowan whimpers again and shakes his head, looking down in shame, cheeks burning.
I stand up slowly, ready to walk away.
A tiny, broken whisper stops me cold. “Please, Cade…”
It hits me straight in the chest, his deep voice so soft and cracked with need. I was never really going to leave, but fuck, hearing him say it out loud does something dangerous to me. I turn back around slowly.
Rowan looks devastatingly desperate, face half-covered by his hands again. “Fucking hell… Please, Cade, I…”
“Okay, Rowan,” I say gently, a flicker of guilt cutting through the heat. It kind of hurts how desperate he is, how starved he seems for this kind of pleasure. I wonder if he’s ever had mind-blowing sex in his life.
Rowan
He leans in again. His tongue drags slowly over the head of my cock and I moan…
loud and helpless, nothing like the quiet, strained sounds I usually make.
The pleasure is so sharp, so immediate, it almost scares me.
Every flick, every swirl, every time he sucks me deeper and moans around me sends sparks shooting up my spine.
I’ve never felt anything like this, not once.
Dr. Hart was right. The thought hits me like a punch to the chest. All these years of struggling, of feeling broken, of thinking something was wrong with me…
and now this… with Cade… my stepbrother.
The weird tension that’s always existed between us, the watching, the pushing, the deliberate invasions of my space, maybe that counted as some kind of bond after all.
The realization makes my stomach twist with something between shame and relief.
Cade keeps going, relentless and focused, like he’s determined to pull every ounce of pleasure out of me. It builds faster than I’ve ever experienced, coiling tight and hot in my gut until I can’t hold it back anymore.
I grab the decorative pillow beside me and bite down hard into it, groaning shamelessly into the fabric as the orgasm crashes over me.
It’s devastatingly intense, wave after wave that whites out my vision.
My hand flies to Cade’s hair, fingers tightening in the dark strands as my hips jerk uncontrollably.
I hear Cade mutter a rough, “fuck,” right before he takes me even deeper, choking slightly around me.
Tears slip from the corners of my eyes. I can’t stop them. The pleasure is too much, too good, too overwhelming after years of chasing something that never quite arrived.
When it finally starts to ebb, shame and embarrassment flood in fast and ugly. Cade did this. My stepbrother just made me come harder than anyone ever has, and I fell apart like I’ve never fallen apart before.
I push at his shoulders weakly, sniffling as I sit up. My hands shake while I tug my boxers and pants back up, trying to pull myself together. I stand quickly, clearing my throat and straightening my tie with trembling fingers, desperate to look composed again.
“Hey,” Cade says softly, standing up as well. “Look at me.”
His voice is so gentle it’s almost foreign coming from him. I shake my head, unable to meet his eyes, cheeks burning with humiliation.
Cade catches my arm and turns me toward him with deliberate strength. His hands come up to frame my face, palms warm against my jaw. We’re the same height, which means there’s nowhere to hide… no way to drop my gaze, no angle to escape the intensity of his dark eyes only inches from mine.
His thumbs gently wipe the tear tracks from my cheeks; his brow furrowed with concern. “Did you not enjoy that?”
Another tear slips free because the truth is I enjoyed it too much. I nod quickly, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.
Cade smiles gently, nothing like his usual smirk. “I’m glad I could do that for you.”
Before I can respond, he pulls me into a hug. My arms hover awkwardly for a moment before I slowly wrap them around his back, holding on. I feel thankful and completely lost at the same time. What the hell am I supposed to do now?