CHAPTER 14 Rowan
CHAPTER 14
Rowan
“ T his is your first time with a guy?” Charlie demands, his cock feeling so huge inside me I want to scream.
I’ve got tunnel vision, and my ears are ringing. I’m lightheaded from the pain, but I don’t want to stop. I know it’s supposed to get better.
And talking is helping. “I’ve been with guys,” I pant. “I’m not a virgin. I just haven’t been fucked before.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Charlie sounds hurt, but that’s mixed with a husky desire. His voice drops to a low murmur. “I thought, what with that tattoo—among other things—you were more experienced.”
I sigh. The extreme stinging pain is—thankfully—starting to ebb. Now, my skin’s burning up. “That was just to piss off some foster parents. And to manifest the daddy of my dreams. You know: If you act like you already have something you want, then it comes.”
My hands clench the sheets tighter and then relax as my body lets him deeper.
“I’m not your goddamned daddy,” Charlie tells me for the millionth time, his lips to my ear, his rumble warm. His muscular chest is plastered to my back.
I’m tempted to point out that he’s totally my goddamned daddy.
I plant my feet solidly on the ground, ready for him. Pain won’t stop my attitude. I inhale through my nose, exhale through my mouth, and say, “Fuck me like you’re my daddy anyway. Take over my body. Use me. Show me what the fuss is about?—”
Charlie groans so loud I think he’s going to implode. His body’s trembling with the effort of holding back. He’s gripping my hips tight enough to leave bruises. His nails are cutting half-moons in my skin. Hell yes . His voice is barely more than a growl. “So this is the first time anyone’s been inside this gorgeous ass.” He bites my shoulder, and he’s not at all gentle about it.
I moan.
Now that my body has loosened up, I’m loving the overfull feeling of Charlie being in me, around me. On top of me.
I’m overwhelmed, and I never want it to stop.
“I’ve used lots of toys. I’ve trained. Put me in, coach,” I whisper.
“Okay, baby. I’ll do it,” and Charlie’s words make my body relax even more. His tone sharpens. “But you tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Just fucking move, Charlie. Please,” I’m begging, and there are actual tears in my eyes that I blink away, because I don’t fucking cry. They’re partly from the sting, partly because this is a dream come true. Finally, finally a man is taking me. And it’s not just any man—it’s the one I particularly want.
“I will. But we need more lube.” Charlie pulls out—ow—and I hear the squelch of the bottle and feel the slight motion of Charlie’s body as he strokes himself. “Okay, baby. Relax and bear down.” He presses inside me again, some of the cool liquid smearing on my skin, and this time I’m more ready for him.
His feet bracket mine. He takes hold of my hips and starts thrusting into me, his cock hitting that spot that makes little bursts of light explode behind my eyes and brings my own cock to full hardness.
I loved having a dildo up my ass, but I couldn’t get the right movement with one. It wasn’t the same as the feeling of a big man behind me, using my hole for his pleasure. There was no warmth, no connection, no sweat dripping on my back. A toy doesn’t talk.
Charlie does. He bends closer, tugs my hips off the bed, and reaches around for my cock. He starts crooning in my ear. “Do you have any idea how hot you are? How beautiful? How your ass was made for my cock? You feel so fucking good, baby boy. I’m going to ruin you for any other man. This ass is mine. You’re fucking mine now.”
Yes . I want to belong so badly to someone—but not just someone. I want to belong to him .
Scrap your plans, Charlie.
Take me.
I’m yours.
The ringing in my ears returns, but I can still hear Charlie. My breath is coming faster as he knocks it out of me. I’m clutching the bed, trying to hang on.
The constant stream of his soft words combined with his harsh fucking makes my entire body shiver.
And then everything magically gets even better. My body’s loose, I’m letting him move me where he wants, and I’m meeting his strokes with my ass.
Utter euphoria takes over.
My brain and body are in harmony, and they’re saying please, yes, Charlie. Fuck me, Charlie. Let yourself go .
Charlie’s not just using my hole. The tip of his cock keeps nudging and rubbing against the part inside me that sets off fireworks. His movements are rough but somehow on the correct side of too much. It’s perfect .
I’m basically hanging on for the ride now, and I’m not even sure of the noises that are coming out of my mouth. I think it’s something like “Oh-oh-uhhh-uhh-oh-oh, fuck, oh-uh.”
Distantly, I can hear his murmured words. “Rowan, baby. I’m not coming in this tight ass until you come. I want you to come so hard you don’t remember your own name. Nothing but the feeling of letting go and falling off the cliff.” He tightens his grip and adjusts the angle again, and holy fuck . “No, you’re not going to fall off it. I’m going to throw you off of it and then leap off with you. We’re going to do it together. Ready, baby boy?”
I nod. “Hell yes, Dadd—Charlie.”
He chuckles and licks from my shoulder up to my ear. From there, he sucks on the back of my neck—over the tattoo, nrgh —then licks down to the other shoulder. His strokes on my cock start focusing only on the tip, and the motion of him fucking into me makes me fuck his hand. Repeatedly.
Is there a world beyond this bedroom?
Pretty sure there isn’t. Nothing exists but Charlie and me. Specifically, nothing exists but his cock in my ass. He’s fucking me like I’m the key to the entire universe. Like I’m magic. Like I’m necessary.
“Hell. Yes. Please. I can’t handle it anymore,” I whimper, scrabbling on the bed. “Make me come, Charlie. Fuck, please do it. Please?—”
Charlie hits some trigger inside me, and I tense up, followed by an oh my god, fuck I’m coming, I’m coming, for the love of everything that’s holy complete release. One where I’m jetting come all over his bed, where I’m trembling. He fucks me through the orgasm, and I want him to keep doing it for eternity. I’m oversensitive, yet I want him to keep going.
He does.
I’m floating. I barely know what he’s doing, and I don’t care. He can have me.
I’m his.
I’m so his.