Chapter 18 #2
“Got it.”
By the time I got off work, I was exhausted.
After my conversation with Devon, I’d worked my ass off during all my sessions and then worked a full eight-hour shift at The Golden Tavern.
When I got home, I dragged myself to my room, but came to an immediate stop in the doorway. Rowan was sprawled out on my bed with his hands behind his head, looking way too comfortable. My brow lifted. “You break in?”
His mouth curved. “Is it really breaking in when I just walked through an open door?”
I shut the door behind me and toed off my shoes. “You’ve got your own room.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “But yours has a better bed.”
I snorted. “Is that really the only reason you’re in here?”
“That, and it smells like you.”
I crossed my arms and lifted a brow. “You planning on making a habit of this?” I didn’t mind coming home to find him waiting for me, but it was fun giving him shit.
“Of being in your bed?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Definitely.”
I huffed out a laugh. “I should have known you’d make use of that bathroom door.”
“Easier than climbing in a window.”
“Yeah, and look how that turned out.” Okay, maybe there was still some bitterness I needed to work through.
He dropped his head. “This time’s different.”
“You’re right. It is,” I admitted, and I watched him relax a bit.
“You gonna keep standing there, or are you coming over here?”
I pushed off the door. “You’re getting really comfortable in my space.”
“You like it.”
I stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at him. “I liked what your mouth did to my dick last night.”
His eyes darkened. “You want me to do it again?”
I climbed onto the bed, bracing a hand on either side of him. “Fuck yes, I do.”
A slow smile spread across his face as he reached up to slip the tie from my hair, then buried his fingers in it and guided my head down until our lips crashed together.
I groaned into his mouth, settling on top of him, my jeans doing nothing to hide how hard I already was.
Roaming his hands down my back, he gripped my ass and ground against me. “Missed you while you were at work.”
“Show me how much.” I nipped at his jaw.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Using his training, he rolled us over until I was on my back and he was hovering above me, his knees bracketing my hips.
“That’s one way to use what Coach Luis has been teaching us.” I slid my hands up his muscular arms.
He smirked. “Surprised you didn’t counterattack.”
“Too interested in what you’re going to do next.”
His pupils widened before he lowered his head, trailing kisses down my neck, his teeth scraping my pulse point, sending a shudder through my body. I arched against him, silently pleading for more. He chuckled against my skin, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me.
“Rowan,” I gasped. “If you’re trying to kill me, you’re doing a damn good job.”
He tilted his head up, a smug grin playing on his lips. “Not killing you. Just making up for lost time.”
His hands continued their downward journey, making quick work of my fly. I lifted my hips to help him slide my pants and boxers down, my cock springing free, already hard and leaking.
His gaze heated as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Still can’t believe this is real.”
“Less talking, more sucking,” I retorted, though there was no real heat behind my words because I felt the exact same way.
He laughed, a low, husky sound that shot straight to my groin. “You’re a lot bossier now.”
He didn’t make me wait any longer. He slid down the bed, settling between my thighs, his hot breath ghosting over my length. I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he took me in hand, giving a few slow licks and toe-curling sucks that had me seeing stars.
“I’m not going to last if you keep teasing me like that,” I warned.
“Good.” He finally took me into his mouth.
The wet heat was almost enough to undo me right then and there. I bit back a curse, my hands fisting the sheets as he bobbed up and down. His tongue swirled around the head, probing the slit before taking me deeper down his throat.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my hips arching off the bed. “Just like that.”
He hummed around me, and one of his hands came up to cup my balls, rolling them gently as he continued to blow me. It was almost too much to handle, the pleasure threatening to push me over the edge far sooner than I wanted.
“Wait,” I gasped.
He lifted off me, his lips glistening as his gaze met mine. “Something wrong?”
“No. I just want you inside me when I come.”
He smirked. “Well, when you put it like that ...”
He reached over to grab the lube from my nightstand, and I helped him out of his boxers. Once he was completely bare, I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from his hard muscles and golden skin.
“Like what you see?” he asked, catching me staring.
“Always have,” I replied honestly, drawing him down for another kiss.
This one was slower and deeper. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing heavily. Rowan squeezed some lube onto his fingers and massaged it over my rim. My eyes widened.
“Now,” I demanded. “I need you now.”
He rolled on a condom and positioned himself at my hole, pushing in slowly, giving me time to stretch around him.
We both groaned as he bottomed out, and he started with slow, shallow movements, gradually building speed until he was pounding into me.
The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room as I met him thrust for thrust, my legs wrapping around his waist and forcing him deeper.
“Harder,” I gasped, my head thrown back in ecstasy. “Don’t hold back.”
He obliged, angling his hips to hit that spot inside me that nearly made me black out. I cried out as he hit it again and again.
“I’m close,” he rasped, his rhythm faltering.
“Me too,” I moaned, my hand jerking my cock as he drove into me.
It only took a few more strokes before he was coming. The sight of him, completely lost in pleasure, pushed me over the edge, and my cum coated my stomach.
He flopped onto the mattress next to me, and for a moment, we lay there, breathing heavily, our bodies slick with sweat.
Eventually, I rolled onto my side to look at him. He was staring at the ceiling, his chest still rising and falling as he caught his breath. Up close, I could see every detail of the ink spread across his chest.
“Still not used to that.” I traced my fingers along the black lines.
He glanced at me. “My tattoo?”
“Yeah. Never thought you’d get one, or at least not this big. Aren’t Air Force guys more … straitlaced?”
“Way to stereotype an entire branch.” He snorted. “Besides, you know I wasn’t all about moving up in the ranks like my dad. Still needed to be me.”
I dragged my finger over the center where the heart was pierced by two crossed swords. “What does it mean?”
He paused for a second. “The crossed swords are for my last name.”
“And the heart?”
“It’s a reminder.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper.
“Of what?”
He reached up to touch the side of my face. “What my heart felt like after we fell apart.”
I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pressed my mouth to his before either of us could say anything else.