Seth
Aside from the hotel problems at the start, everything goes pretty close to right.
She spends so much time knitting that she practically finishes the sweater I’ve seen her working on for the last year, and we get through several movies: a few cheesy horrors and a documentary she promised would be on the shorter side.
We cuddle, kiss, and it’s worth all the hassle to be here with her.
Alone. No distractions. Exactly what we needed.
Laurel texts a few times to let me know how Mom is doing, and other than that, I couldn’t ask for a more peaceful night.
When she’s done knitting and the quiet of the night settles over us…
“I think it’s time for your massage.” I press a kiss to her shoulders. “Get naked.”
She lifts a brow. “Very unprofessional.”
“It’s about to get a lot more unprofessional.” I slide off the bed and take out the bottle of oil—supposedly charmed by a love witch, but I know it won’t be as powerful as anything I could get from Lupine Apothecary. I should have planned better.
She turns her back to me like she’s still shy, even after everything we’ve done together, and pulls her shirt off over her head. Her bra is quick to follow. I drag my gaze over her back—the soft rolls, plush hips, and the curve of her breasts are visible even from behind.
Her skirt goes next, revealing thick thighs and ass cheeks hidden only by her underwear. She keeps those on as she moves into the bed, lying on her stomach and glancing back with fuck-me eyes. Such a tease.
My cock is already hard, and I grip the bottle of oil more tightly than intended, moving to her side.
“Where do you carry your tension?” I rub the oil on my hands and squirt it onto her back.
She chuckles. “Everywhere. Just wait, you’ll see.”
Honestly? I’m not qualified for this. I might have rubbed my teammates’ necks a few times after a rough practice, but I’ve never done anything like this. Rowan and I were supposed to hire a professional, and I wish we could have, but…
I’ll do my best.
Maybe professional isn’t what she’s looking for. She groans as I rub my hands over her back, sinking my fingers into soft skin and knotted muscles. The vibration goes right to my dick, but I ignore it in favor of pressing my hands in, doing my best to knead out any bit of stress.
And she was right—there’s a lot of it. I groan as I sink my fingers into her shoulders. “You are tense.”
“And you’re hard.” She opens an eye, smiling. “I can feel it against my side, you know. So much for professionalism.”
“Shh.”
I don’t want her to worry about me. This is supposed to be about her—it’s all supposed to be about her, but when I move down to her ass, I’m not doing myself any favors. My breath is loud in my ears as I dip my fingers under the fabric and knead.
Without saying a word, she lifts her hips and wiggles the underwear down her thighs. I leave them there, careful not to let my fingers graze against her core as I rub her ass.
“That’s nice,” she says with a sigh.
“Yeah?” My voice comes out hoarse, and I rub harder, taking her ass in both hands.
“Yeah…” She arches, arousal glistening between her thighs.
It would be so easy to touch her, but I don’t, clearing my throat. “Why don’t you flip over for me, beautiful?”
I help her take off her underwear, and she turns onto her back, her breasts moving with each motion. How am I supposed to last through this? There’s a tent in the front of my pants, and she stares right at it as I rub her calves, her thighs, teasing so close to her warm pussy.
I move up to her belly, soft and round, pushing my fingers in. Her chest heaves with each breath. “Is this okay?”
Rowan’s body has changed over the last few years, and she’s as beautiful to me as ever, but I know this is a sensitive spot for some people. When she nods, it feels like she trusts me—and I want to be worthy of that.
I move my hands higher, gripping her soft, round breasts. “What about this?”
“Seth…”
My name comes out as a whine, one that elongates when I rub my thumbs over her nipples. This is more than a massage now, and she spreads her legs, giving me all the signals that she wants it to go there.
I smile and push against her shoulder, letting her feel how hard I am. Her hand lifts, grazing against the bulge, and I could nearly come on the spot. But I won’t. Not even when she clumsily undoes my buttons and zipper.
“This is supposed to be for you.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “Then touch me already.”
I grip her wrist and pin it over her head, leaning my face close to hers. “Is that what you want? You want me to touch you?”
She nods.
“Use your words.” I slip my other hand between her thighs, pressing against her heat. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
I still can’t believe I can bring Rowan, usually so shy and keeping to herself, to this—whining and writhing beneath me.
“Finger me,” she says, blowing my mind. “Hard. Touch me. Taste me. Make me come.”
I nod along to each demand, already folding for her. “Hands over your head. Be good, and I’ll give you everything you want.”
Finally, I touch her wetness, dipping my fingers in and teasing her folds—and it’s heaven. The room is dimly lit, but I can see how her eyes widen and grow heavy, how she watches me like I’m deserving of a second of her attention.
I roll my fingers over her clit, over and over, and it’s not long before she’s twitching underneath me. I stay there, standing, and rub my cock against her arm as I work. It’s hot; she’s bare for me while I’m still fully clothed.
But it can’t last much longer. I pull away just to strip down my underwear and climb on top of her, pressing my body against hers. She lets out a sigh, as if my weight is enough to put her at ease.
“I have some ideas about tonight, you know,” I say.
She lifts a brow. “Do you?”
“Mhm.” I grind against her, letting her wet pussy make an imprint all over my boxers. “I brought some toys. Would you be into that?”
She nods, and I take that as a sign to get my bag. I probably overpacked, considering that we’ll be going home early, but when I see the look on her face when I return with the toy, I don’t have any regrets.
“Apparently, a witch charmed this to feel exactly like a mouth.” I show her the tongue-shaped toy. “I thought it could be fun to do a little edging, and then… keep it on you while I fuck you. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I would like that very much.”
I settle between her legs. “Just like last time, you have to let me know when you’re going to come.” I hold her face. “No lying this time. Deal?”
“Hm… and what happens if I do? Will you spank me again?”
“No. But if you come without permission, I won’t fill your pussy. I’ll fuck your throat instead. Make you swallow every drop. Is that what you want?”
“How terrible…” Her eyes sparkle, and I have a feeling that’s exactly what she wants, but that isn’t what she says. “I’ll be good.”
I turn the toy on the lowest setting and press it to her clit. She twists underneath me, reaching for the blankets.
“It feels so real,” she says, her eyes rolling up.
I turn the setting up. “Mmm. I could come just like this. Just from watching you.”
Her eyes open, and we stare at each other as she wiggles and sighs. I tease her opening with my fingers and plunge two in, fingering her slowly as the toy does its job.
“I’m—”
“Not yet,” I say. “You can be better than that. You can wait.”
“Seth…”
I’ve never felt any way about how my name sounds, but when she says it, glaring at me with something that only looks like pleasure, it’s the hottest thing in the world.
I turn the toy up and finger her harder. “Say it again. Whose pussy is this?”
“Seth!”
“That’s right.” I pull the toy away, keeping my fingers in as she trembles and twists, letting out whiny mewls. She’s not quite clenching around me, but by the looks of it, she was moments from finishing.
I lean in and kiss her cheek sweetly, nearly apologetic. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. No. Please. Keep going.”
And I do, turning the toy higher and connecting it to her clit. Pushing her to the edge and stopping anytime her pussy clenches around me.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Oh, beautiful… you sound so pathetic.” I press the toy harder. “But I still didn’t say you can come.”
“Please?”
It’s not like I can last much longer. My cock is throbbing, pressed against my boxers—I’m lucky the fabric is soft and loose. It could definitely be more uncomfortable. I keep the toy against her as I move between her legs, hitching her ankles on my shoulders.
“Are you ready?” I push down my underwear, not bothering to take them off. All I need is to feel her.
She whines as my tip teases her opening.
“Yes!”
I slide into her, ridiculous amounts of arousal coating my cock. Her chest heaves, her head thrashes, and I can’t look away. Each thrust is heaven. I’m close. So close.
And her mouth is wide open. I lean in and spit, which seems to push her closer—her pussy clenches around me.
“Are you going to come?” I grunt, fucking her harder, practically forcing her over the edge. The toy is still sucking her clit, but I know her pleasure belongs to me.
“Yes! Yes, please.”
“Mm…” I can’t last much longer. “You can come for me, beautiful. Eyes up here. Don’t look away.”
She grabs her breasts and pleasures herself all over as I fuck her through the orgasm, only able to last a few pathetic pumps before I’m spilling into her, kissing her ankles all the while.
She’s the one to reach down and remove the toy, letting out a frustrated moan, and I chuckle. Must be overstimulated. Poor baby.
“You were so good for me tonight,” I whisper. “You deserve everything.”
With my cock still inside her, I collapse. And after a few moments of quiet, as the world settles, I fall again. Lower. Deeper. Exhaustion hits me like a ton of bricks.
Did I do too much? Did I go too far? The spitting was too much. Rowan, she’s… she’s perfect. Soft. I bury my face in her neck. It’s time for aftercare. Rowan needs it. I know that.
She lets out a contented sigh. “You’re good too.”
The words are sweet, but they only push me deeper. Good? Compared to who? Definitely not her.
I don’t have to lift my head for her to know something is wrong.
“Seth? What is it?”
“Nothing.” I kiss her neck. “I’ll get your water, your snacks…”
“Don’t move.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders, keeping me in place. I could probably break free, but I don’t want to. “Look at me. Eyes up here.”
The echo of my earlier words is almost enough to make me smile as I lift my head.
“Dom drop?” she asks.
Damn it. She really knows me too well—or maybe she knows the situation too well. I nod.
“It’s normal,” she says. “I’ve been there.”
“It’s stupid.”
“It’s not. It’s science. The feel-good hormones are wearing off. It happens to everyone.”
It feels like more than that, but I can’t put it into words better than she has. She releases me, and when she pushes me onto my back, I let her.
“Thank you for checking on me, but right now, I’m okay. And I’m more concerned about you.”
“Please. Don’t be.”
“Too late. I’ll be the one gathering snacks today. Water, too, and”—she looks at me over her shoulder—“I’ll be dishing out plenty of cuddles.”
My lips tug up at the corners. “Really?”
“Mhm.”
“Did you…?” I can’t even find the energy to finish my thought.
She hovers over me, her lips pressing to mine so softly. “Yes. I enjoyed myself, and I always do with you. I meant what I said. You’re good. The best I’ve ever had. You’re such a good boy, even when you’re dominating me.”
I don’t understand why the words make me sob, but her arms are around me before I know it. She sits me up and rocks me back and forth, and I bury myself in her hair, lost.
“I loved it when you spat in my mouth,” she says. “Gods. You made me come so many times. I think I lost track again.”
The heaviness in my body transforms into something pleasant. Grounding, almost. “And you can count higher than me, so that’s a big deal.”
“Don’t talk about yourself like that. I know you’re smarter than you pretend to be.” She kisses the top of my head. “I’m thinking I'll reheat some of the pizza. Yes? No?”
“Yes. Definitely yes.”
“Good.”
I stay curled up in bed as Rowan shuffles around the room, getting our snacks and entertainment ready. She holds me until I forget the feeling of guilt, of not being enough, of not doing enough. When we fall asleep together in that little motel room, I think I may actually deserve her.
At least for the night.