Chapter Thirty-One
Alicia
After we packed up and left the beach, Ro invited me and Bridget to have dinner at his place.
I was more than happy to let someone else do the cooking, and I’d never been to his apartment, so I was curious.
Bridget opted to stay home, stating she was tired and just wanted to hang out in her room.
She seemed off after her beach walk, but I chalked it up to feeling awkward around Rowan and I after our moment in the water.
After confirming that she was okay with me not staying with her, we dropped her at home and I packed an overnight bag. Just in case.
Now I’m leaning against the breakfast bar in the open kitchen of Ro’s apartment.
The one that used to be Eamon’s, which then became Teagan’s.
When Eamon moved in with Norah, Teagan was already his roommate, so he took over the lease until he decided to shack up with Layla.
Ro had been looking for a new place, so he stepped in.
When Charlotte signed him, he could have given it up, but decided last minute to keep it for when he came back to visit.
It’s simple, but spacious and in good condition.
When you enter the front door, you’re met with an open concept kitchen and living room design.
The breakfast bar serves as the divider for the space, but there’s room for a small dining table and chairs opposite of the door.
Past that is a short hallway that leads to two bedrooms—a master with a small bathroom, and the guest room across from the main bathroom.
My favorite part of the whole place are the sliding glass doors that overlook Empie Park.
It’s not the greatest park in the area, but it beats the view from my apartment.
At least you can see trees and grass here, rather than the rooftops of other buildings.
“Sorry about that. When Coach calls, you answer,” Ro says as he saunters down the hall toward me. His phone rang the moment we walked in the door, and he excused himself to his room, telling me to make myself at home. I haven’t moved from the spot he left me in.
“No worries. Is everything okay?”
“Aye, just a shift in this week’s practice schedule.” He sets his phone on the bar before extending a hand in my direction. When I take it, he tugs me gently until we’re chest to chest. I press my face into his shirt, inhaling deeply. He smells like ocean and sunblock and…Ro.
“You smell like the beach,” I tell him. It’s not an insult.
He chuckles softly. “Maybe we ought to shower.”
“We?” My body tingles with anticipation as I smile up at him.
“Aye, if we shower together it’s better for the environment. That’s what Teagan tells me, anyway. Saves on water or some shite.”
“Right,” I agree soberly. “It’s important to take care of the earth.”
“Mhmm,” he agrees then bends slightly to grip my ass, hauling me into his arms.
“Rowan!” I squeal, locking my arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
He tips his head to place open-mouthed kisses under my jaw and down my neck.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, yanking his head back roughly so I can kiss him.
The moment our tongues meet, a frenzy unleashes.
He doesn’t break his stride as he carries me to the bathroom, only stumbling slightly when I pinch his nipple through his shirt.
“Fucking hell,” he mutters, dropping me to my feet and yanking my tank top over my head. Pausing only a moment to stare at my bikini-clad chest, a growl comes from him. “Fucking swimsuit driving me fucking crazy all fucking day.”
I quickly shed the top, tossing it into the sink behind us.
He doesn’t give me a chance to even touch him before his giant hands are on me, kneading and squeezing my breasts.
I love the way his fingers pluck my nipples into hard peaks, moaning when he pinches them.
I’ve always enjoyed nipple play during sex, but getting them pierced was the best decision I’ve ever made.
“Oh god, do that again,” I order him as we step backwards into the shower. Rowan is still completely clothed. “Wait, do that again after we’re naked.”
“Gladly.” He turns to crank on the water before kneeling to tear my shorts and swim bottoms down my legs.
He’s eye-level with my pussy, and as much as I want his mouth on me, I need his clothes off. The spray of the shower is plastering his shirt to his body. Just as he starts to lean in, I grab a fistful of hair and tug. “Later. Let me take your clothes off.”
Disappointment flashes in his eyes, but he obeys, rising to his feet.
Wet t-shirt contests are usually associated with women, but there’s nothing not sexy about a man in a soaking wet shirt.
I fumble with the hem of his shirt, peeling it up his torso, but getting stuck around his broad shoulders.
Tight, wet clothing doesn’t relinquish easily.
I growl in frustration, and Ro brackets my wrists in one hand. My eyes dart to his face in confusion.
“Leave it.”
“But—,” I start to protest.
“Alicia,” Ro barks, the sternness causing my spine to go ramrod straight. “Get on your knees, darlin’.”
I don’t question him, sinking down to the tiled floor of the shower. He rips his shirt over his head, dropping it beside me with a splat.
“Go on,” he commands, nodding down at his trunks. “Take them off.”
Reaching for the waistband, I tug them. Down his hips and over his very huge, and very hard cock. It springs free, and just looking at it has my core throbbing.
I glance up. Rivulets cascade down his chest, becoming a confluence of streams over his abdomen, and running into the V of his Adonis belt.
I want to lap up every drop from every inch of his skin.
Leaning in, I make to wrap my lips around the thick tip of his cock.
Ro reaches out and rests his hand on my head, making a tsking sound.
“If you want my cock in your mouth, you’ll wait until I tell you to take it.”
“What happens if I don’t?” I challenge.
His slides his hand to grip my chin. “Brats don’t get to come.”
The shower continues to pour over us, and I can feel my arousal leaking out of me.
It only increases when he wraps his other hand around his length and brings the tip to my mouth, spreading the bead of pre-cum along my upper lip.
Because I have given, and will always give, him my bratty side, I extend my tongue to flick the underside of his length, feeling immensely satisfied when his hips jerk, forcing the head of his cock just past my lips.
He yanks his hips back and replaces his cock with his thumb, sliding it back to press my tongue down.
Closing my mouth around his thumb, I suck, then bite. Rowan smirks.
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Rowan
Alicia looks so pretty on her knees, inked skin dripping, and lips wrapped around my thumb. She plays the role of brat beautifully, and it gets me hard every time she smarts off. I lied though. I told her brats don’t get to come, but I will always make certain that she does.
Pulling my thumb from her mouth, I stroke the wet strands of hair from her face, then slide my hand to her neck, squeezing slightly.
I feel, more than hear, the moan in her throat, the vibration of her vocal cords a confirmation that she enjoys my hands on her like this.
I angle her chin up so she’s forced to look me in the eyes.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” I mutter. “Now be a good lass and touch yourself for me.”
Alicia’s baby blues flare at the order, but she obeys, sliding her hand between her legs. Her lids fall shut in pleasure. I can’t see, so I tap one of her knees with my foot.
“Spread ‘em wider so I can watch.”
I maintain rapt attention as her knees slowly slide apart, baring herself to me.
“Wait,” I bark when she starts to dip her fingers inside. Her gaze snaps to mine in irritation. “Touch your clit only. Your cunt is mine.”
Her fingers return to where I want them, and she begins to circle the pad of just her middle finger over it, a defiant gleam in her eyes.
“Clever, aren’t you?” I chuckle darkly. “Now open wide.”
She stretches her mouth as wide as she can, extending her tongue. Bringing my cock closer, I trace her lips again with the tip, impressed when she doesn’t even try to disobey.
“There’s my good lass,” I praise, sliding into her mouth slowly, letting her adjust. She gags a little, so I start to pull back, but her hands shoot up to cup my arse, fingernails digging into the skin as she holds me in place, glaring up at me.
Greedy girl.
“You want to choke on it, darlin’?” I push in further until she gags again. “Be my guest.”
She curls her tongue around the underside of my shaft, dragging the very tip along the veins.
Grunting, I begin to fuck her mouth slowly, but she grows impatient and grabs my arse again.
I let her take control, setting the pace.
Best decision I’ve ever made. Releasing her throat, I bury my fingers in her hair as she sucks me off, bringing me closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” I growl through gritted teeth, head falling back against the shower wall. “Fuck, I love the way your mouth feels around me.”
Alicia hums and I feel a hand leave my backside. Fingers ghost along my inner thigh before she’s cupping my balls. Jerking my head forward, I find her eyes on my face. The way they burn with desire is the final push.
“I’m about to come,” I gasp out, stars dotting my vision. She hums again and I blow, yelling out, “Christ! Oh fuck!”
By the time it’s over, my legs are shaking, and Alicia is popping off my cock with a smug grin on her face.
“You okay, baby?” She purrs with a smirk on her swollen lips.
“Never better. C’mere.” I pull her to her feet, claiming her mouth the moment she’s upright.
Saying “thank you for the blowjob” seems a little much, so I pour my gratitude into this kiss.
It’s not frantic or sloppy, but slow and passionate.
We fucked in the ocean, but now I want to do something I’ve never done in my life.
I want to make love to this woman who has turned my world on its head.
Reluctantly, I pull my mouth away, searching her face for some indication of what she might be feeling.
Her expression is soft, more serene than I’ve ever seen on her.
I kiss her forehead then reach for the bottle of body wash.
I squirt a reasonable amount in my palm, then rub my hands until it lathers.
Slowly and meticulously, I begin to wash Alicia’s beautiful body in silence.
I turn her so her back’s to me, spreading the suds over her shoulders.
She’s tense, so I rub my thumbs along the contours of the trapezius, applying pressure the way the team’s sport therapist does after a particularly rough match.
He’s a great physician, always teaching us basic techniques so we can help one another if he’s not around.
A low groan flows from her lips, and I stop.
“Sorry,” I murmur, kissing the spot.
“No, it felt amazing,” she replies dreamily. “I’ve never had a massage. Didn’t realize what I was missing.”
“Let’s finish cleaning up and I’ll give you a full one, yeah?”
There’s a brief pause before she finally says, “Okay. I’d like that.”
Sliding my arms around her middle, I pull her against me and press my lips to her shoulder again.
“Thank you,” I breathe against her skin, holding her a little tighter.
Alicia turns in my arms, smoothing her hands over my chest. She looks at me curiously. “For what?”
“Letting me take care of you.”
“Ro, it’s just a massage,” she argues.
“No, love, it’s not. You don’t realize what a gift it is to be the one to give you what you need, to provide for you.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious.” I brush my thumb over her cheekbone before cupping her face. “Taking care of you in any capacity is all I want, so for you to trust me with your body…it’s a gift. You are a gift, Alicia.”