Chapter Thirteen
Cade
The second we step through the apartment door; I lock it behind us and drop the keys into the bowl with a soft clink.
Without hesitation, I reach back and pull my polo off over my head, letting it fall to the floor.
My trousers are next, I push them down along with my shoes, kicking everything aside until I’m standing here in nothing but my boxers.
Rowan is staring shamelessly, his face flushed a deep, telling red. “What are you doing?”
I grin, slow and deliberate. “Getting comfy.”
He nods slowly, still clearly trying to process the fact that I just stripped right in front of him like it’s the most natural thing.
I walk down the hallway, then turn halfway so I’m walking backwards, cocky and unashamed. I crook my finger at him. “Time for bed, Ro.”
Rowan swallows hard and nods, following me like he’s in a daze.
The moment I step into the bedroom, I shove my boxers down and step out of them, already half-hard from the anticipation alone.
Rowan’s mouth actually drops open. I don’t cover myself.
Instead, I climb onto the bed, stretch out on my back, and grab one of the pillows, laying it over my eyes so I can’t see him.
I want him to explore. I want him to get comfortable with my body on his own terms, without feeling watched or judged.
Rowan stands there for a long moment before I hear the soft rustle of fabric, his suit jacket, then the quiet clink of his belt. He makes the most adorable little sound as he climbs onto the end of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“Cade?” His voice is shy and uncertain.
“Touch me, Ro,” I say, voice low and calm. “Take your time. Just explore me.”
“What?” He sounds genuinely surprised.
I tap the pillow over my eyes. “I’m not even looking. Don’t be shy.”
The bed shifts again as Rowan settles between my spread legs.
The weight of his stare is heavy on my skin, traveling over my chest, my stomach, my cock.
It sends a slow, delicious thrill through me.
I have no idea what he’s going to do next, and that uncertainty only makes it hotter.
As long as he doesn’t run away, I’m happy to lie here and let him discover every inch of me.
For a long moment, nothing happens. I lie perfectly still with the pillow over my eyes, letting the anticipation stretch.
Then I feel it… the first tentative touch.
Rowan’s hands are warm and slightly unsteady as they glide over my lower abs.
His palms press lightly, mapping the ridges of muscle there like he’s trying to memorize the shape of me.
He takes his time, fingers spreading wide, then narrowing as they trace each defined line.
The touch is reverent, almost curious, and it sends a low current of heat rolling through my body.
He grows bolder. His hands drift upward, sliding over my stomach and onto my chest. When his fingertips reach the dark hair there, he threads them through it slowly, tugging just enough to make my skin prickle.
I can feel the way he explores the texture, the way his breath catches when he brushes over my nipples.
They tighten instantly under the light graze of his fingers.
My hips twitch involuntarily at the spark of sensitivity.
The silent admiration in his touch is almost louder than any words could be…
the way he lingers, the way his thumbs circle once, twice, testing how my body reacts.
Rowan exhales shakily and lets his hands travel downward again, slower this time. His palms skim over my ribs, then follow the sharp cut of my V-line, tracing the deep grooves that arrow toward my groin. My cock gives a heavy, involuntary bob, twitching upward as the heat in my belly coils tighter.
A small, helpless noise escapes Rowan, something between a whimper and a sigh. Then comes a low, involuntary rumble from deep in my chest. “Fuck.”
Rowan pauses, but only for a heartbeat. His hands keep moving, exploring with growing confidence.
One palm slides down the inside of my thigh, then back up, while the other traces the crease where my leg meets my hip.
He’s so close to my cock now that I can feel the warmth of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin.
Every slow, deliberate pass of his fingers makes my muscles tense and release, my cock leaking steadily against my stomach.
He doesn’t touch me there yet. Instead, he seems content to learn every inch… the way my abs tighten when he drags his nails lightly down them, the way my hips shift when he teases the trail of hair below my navel, the way my breathing grows heavier the longer he plays.
I stay perfectly still beneath the pillow, letting him take all the time he needs, even as the slow burn of his exploration threatens to drive me insane with want.
Rowan’s voice is barely above a whisper. “Cade?”
“Yeah, Ro?” My own voice has gone rough with how badly I want him.
“Can I… uh…”
I groan, the sound low and impatient, arousal burning hot under my skin. “Baby, you do whatever the fuck you want.”
His breath catches sharply. “Are you sure?”
“Please.”
The bed shifts as he climbs off me. I frown beneath the pillow, already missing his warmth. I hear the bedroom door open, then a few moments of silence before it clicks shut again. He’s back.
“Ro, what are you up to?” I ask, voice thick.
The mattress dips again. The anticipation is killing me…
every small movement, every rustle of sheets heightens it.
Then I feel his hand wrap around my cock, warm and tentative.
He pulls the skin down gently, exposing the sensitive head completely.
A deep groan tears from my throat at the first real touch of his fingers.
This is the first time Rowan has ever touched a man like this.
The knowledge that I’m the one giving him this experience sends a possessive thrill straight through me.
Then comes the wet heat of his tongue. He drags it slowly over the tip, tasting me, exploring.
I groan loud, hips twitching upward, chasing the sensation before I can stop myself.
Rowan hums softly, the vibration traveling down my length, and does it again…
slow, deliberate licks, then bolder ones.
Finally, he takes more of me into his mouth and sucks, warm and wet and careful.
I can’t stay completely still anymore. I drop one hand from the pillow and thread my fingers into his curls. Rowan moans around me at the contact, the sound muffled and needy.
He pulls off with a soft, wet pop. “Like that?”
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, voice wrecked. “Just like that, Ro…”
The bed shifts again. His legs move, sliding up until they bracket my hips.
Wait… is he… I feel the slick, blunt head of my cock pressing against his hole.
He’s already wet with lube; he must have gone to get it while I was lying here blind.
I’m trying so hard to let him stay in control, but Christ, it’s difficult.
Rowan starts to sink down slowly. The tight, burning heat of him envelops the head of my cock first. He lets out a shaky, strained moan, muscles clenching hard around me as the stretch hits him. I can feel every inch of resistance, every flutter of his body as it struggles to open for me.
“Easy,” I murmur, voice low and encouraging. “Take your time, baby. There’s no rush.”
He braces one hand on my chest, breathing hard through the burn. Another inch slides in, then another. His thighs tremble against my sides. A low, pained whimper escapes him when the widest part stretches him open, but he keeps going, slow and determined, until he’s fully seated.
Rowan’s panting now, his body trembling as he adjusts to the fullness of me inside him.
He stays perfectly still for a long moment, just breathing through the stretch, his body trembling around me.
Then he starts to move, tentative at first, a slow, experimental roll of his hips that drags my cock along his inner walls.
The sensation is tight, scorching, and so fucking good I have to bite back a groan.
He finds a rhythm, cautious and shaky, lifting and sinking back down with soft, broken moans that grow louder each time he takes me deeper. I can feel every flutter, every clench as he experiments with the angle.
When he picks up the pace, I can’t resist anymore.
I tilt the pillow just enough to peek out.
Rowan’s head is tipped back, throat exposed, that one stubborn dirty-blond curl falling over his forehead and sticking to damp skin.
Sweat is dripping down the centre of his chest in slow rivulets, tracing over his abs before sliding onto my stomach.
His cock is hard and flushed dark, leaking steadily against my skin with every bounce.
“Fuck, look at you, baby, riding my cock,” I groan, voice rough and filthy. “That pretty hole swallowing every inch… you’re dripping all over me, Ro. Such a greedy little thing once you get going.”
Rowan whimpers at my words, hips stuttering, but he doesn’t stop.
I’ve been patient long enough. In one smooth motion, I sit up, wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him flush against me.
He gasps, hands flying to my shoulders for balance.
I shift us carefully, turning so I’m sitting with my legs spread wide on either side of him.
I guide his legs up and over my shoulders, folding him in half in a deep, intimate cradle.
His arms instinctively wrap around my neck, holding on tight as I lock my own arms around his back, keeping him almost upright even with his legs high and spread open for me.
The new angle sinks me impossibly deeper. Rowan’s eyes fly wide, a wrecked moan tearing from his throat as I start to thrust into him… in slow, powerful strokes that grind right against that sensitive spot inside him with every movement.
“That’s it,” I growl against his ear, voice low and filthy. “All folded up for me, taking my cock so deep. Feel that? Every inch buried in your tight, greedy hole. You’re clenching around me like you never want me to leave.”
I rock up harder, holding him securely in my arms, keeping him right where I want him… close, open, and completely mine.
“Gonna fuck you just like this until you’re shaking. You like being my little basket, Ro? All wrapped up and full of me?”
Rowan’s only answer is a broken, desperate moan as he clings tighter to my neck, body trembling with every deep thrust.
I hold him like that for a while longer… folded up in my arms, legs over my shoulders, body trembling with every deep, grinding thrust. But I can feel him getting close, his moans turning higher and more desperate, his cock leaking steadily between our stomachs.
I ease his legs down gently and lay him back against the mattress, following him down so I’m covering him completely. Rowan’s arms stay wrapped around my neck as I settle between his thighs, pressing deep inside him again in one smooth motion.
This time it’s slower, more deliberate. I rock into him with long, rolling strokes, grinding against that spot that makes his back arch, and his nails dig into my shoulders. His cock is trapped between us, sliding against my abs with every thrust.
“That’s it,” I murmur against his lips, voice rough. “Let go for me, Ro. I want to feel you come while I’m still buried inside you.”
Rowan whimpers, hips twitching up to meet me.
His breathing turns ragged, broken little cries spilling out with every thrust until his whole body tightens.
He comes with a choked moan of my name, hot pulses coating both our stomachs as his hole clenches rhythmically around me.
The feeling pulls me over the edge right after him.
I bury myself deep and groan low against his neck as I come, filling him with slow, heavy pulses.
My arms stay locked around him, holding him close through every shudder.
When the last waves finally fade, we’re both breathless and slick with sweat.
I carefully pull out and roll onto my back, tugging Rowan with me so he’s half-draped over my chest. He comes willingly, curling into my side with a soft, exhausted sound. I reach down and pull the sheet over us, then find his hand in the dark and lace our fingers together.
Neither of us speaks. The only sounds are our slowing breaths and the faint hum of the city far below the windows.
Rowan’s thumb strokes once over the back of my hand, a small, sleepy gesture that makes something warm settle deep in my chest. I squeeze his fingers gently in return and close my eyes, letting the quiet comfort of him wrapped around me pull me toward sleep.