Chapter Twenty-One #3
He begins to speak again. “I want to be on my knees, used up and praying for your touch. Then I can fuck into you soft and sweet, giving you all of me. When I leave here, I don’t want a single inch of my body or soul to belong to myself anymore.
I want you to have them—I want you to devour who I am the way I intend to devour every inch of your skin, every sound you make. ”
“Oh, fuck. Fuck.” It sounds like I’m pleading, and it takes me a moment to realize I’m grinding myself against him.
“There are so many things I want from you. That I could do to you. From watching you cry, to hearing you boss me around. You drive me fucking crazy, Elijah. Nothing else in my entire life has made as much sense as being with you does.”
“Stop. Fuck, please stop,” I beg, pulling away from his neck to finally look him in the eye. When he sees the beginning of my tears start to fall, he raises a hand to brush them away. “I’m too wound up. Do something, please. Anything.”
“I told you,” Rowan says, running his tongue over my cheek to gather more of my falling tears. “You don’t need to beg me—it’s below you. Tell me, command me. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Rowan,” I try again, taking in a large breath. “It’s time to touch me now. It’s time to get naked.”
“Whatever you say, Eli.”
He turns toward my bedroom, kicking off his shoes by the couch. I’m following behind him; my hand interlocked with his as he guides us.
My entire body is thrumming with excitement, with nervous energy, with unfiltered desire and need. As soon as we make it into my room, Rowan pulls his hoodie off, and he’s wearing nothing underneath.
Miles of smooth, toned muscle are revealed to me by the second, and I find myself dizzy at the sight. He is soon pulling his sweats and boxers off as well.
I want to run my tongue all over him. I want to taste him as thoroughly as he has tasted me. But the look in his eyes tells me tonight might not be the best night for that—he looks ready to rip me apart.
There will be nothing left of me by the time he is done playing with me, and that thought in and of itself has me crying once again.
Rowan is standing in front of me, sliding my t-shirt over my head and tossing it aside. His fingers slide into the waistband of my joggers and briefs before he’s pulling them down simultaneously, revealing my desire to him.
I kick the fabric away when it pools around my feet, and Rowan falls to his knees as if it’s instinct, as if he’s been waiting for the opportunity to return to this exact spot—to return to where he belongs. Home.
“Elijah,” he whispers, kissing softly at my thighs in slow, sensual intervals.
I’m shaking where I stand before him, my fists clenched at my sides. “Y-yeah?”
“You’re so incredibly beautiful. When I considered that you might not return to me, I replayed that first night in my bedroom over and over again in my head. And in doing so, I fully convinced myself that you are actually an angel. That I had foolishly lost such a precious creature.”
“And now?” I ask, my voice doused in insecurity and fear.
What does he think of me now? What is he seeing from where he is kneeling before me?
“And now I am reassured that I was right. That somehow, I’ve managed to recapture you. You are everything, Elijah. You are beauty and light and happiness. The sun when it rises and stars that guide me home. I intend on keeping you to myself forever. I hope you understand that.”
The finality in his voice, the awe of his tone, and the way he’s caressing me so lovingly—all combined, these things are overwhelming me in the best way.
I watch him gaze at me, and I observe his expression as it offers me devotion and safety. My dick twitches where it stands hard and wet before him.
“Do it then,” I whisper, and Rowan grins widely.
A moment later, he has the tip of my dick inside of his mouth. The warm, wet suction has me gasping, and his own groan notches the pleasure higher as his tongue circles around me tortuously.
Rowan takes me deeper and deeper still, slowly sinking my length into his mouth as he alternates between hard suction and tantalizing swirls of his tongue. One hand grips painfully at my thigh as the other runs fingertips lightly over my pebbled nipples.
All the while, his eyes never leave mine.
As my cockhead hits the back of his throat, fat tears fall from those vivid green eyes, and something about the sight mixed with his saliva and my precum sliding from in-between his lips and my length has me whining desperately.
“So good,” I tell him, and he drags his fingers from my nipples up to my neck.
It takes me a moment to understand, but once I do, I take his pointer and middle finger into my mouth. I have to bend slightly at the waist to capture them, and the angle shifting has my dick sinking further down his throat.
I grip his hair, moaning around his fingers as he fucks them into my mouth in time with each suck of his lips around my cock.
All too soon, he’s removing his long fingers, and his hand is retreating down my body. I have no time to complain before I feel that same hand slip between my legs, and my eyes widen significantly.
Rowan’s middle finger slides between my cheeks easily, rubbing softly at my entrance as I cry over him. Those eyes full of admiration stay locked onto my face as he slowly pushes inside of me, and I bite my lip to keep from shouting.
It stings. Without lube, the burn is a bit more prominent.
But it also feels good—it feels raw. Knowing that it’s just his finger and my spit sliding into me makes me harder, twitching against his tongue as he sinks further to his first knuckle.
Rowan pauses, giving me a moment to pant and breathe against the intrusion. Then he’s sliding in as far as he can, blinking away tears as he watches my every expression.
“Oh, god,” I groan, my thighs trembling where I stand. “Rowan, I…” I shake my head, unable to form any more words.
He pops off my length, pulling his finger from my ass.
“I’m going crazy,” he says, and his voice is hoarse and scratchy as he speaks. “I’m losing my goddamn mind.”
Rowan stands, making his way to my dresser where he grabs the lube we used last time and a condom. When he turns back to me, he throws them on the bed and stalks in my direction.
I make an embarrassingly high-pitched squeaking noise as he closes in. “What—”
Rowan scoops me up, turning to toss me onto my bed in one fluid movement. Then he’s towering over me where I’m propped onto my elbows, and I’m struck silent at the sight of his rapidly rising and falling chest and his straining cock.
So fucking beautiful; a true man if I’ve ever seen one. He’s all coiled power and barely held together restraint.
“Can I—”
“Do whatever you want to me,” I cut him off, and his eyes narrow as he stares down at me.
“Are you sure about that?”
I only hesitate for a moment, but then I’m nodding gently as I stare up at him. I trust him.
Rowan grabs my calves and yanks me down the bed, peering down at me as if I’m a cute little bunny he’s finally managed to snare.
This staring contest only lasts a moment before he’s folding me over, resting my knees on either side of my head.
Cold air rushes over every newly exposed inch of my body, and I sputter in embarrassment at the thought of all that is now revealed to him.
Only, he doesn’t spend a lot of time observing me.
Rowan has his tongue buried inside of my ass a moment later, and I’m clenching at the comforter laid under me as I cry.
The slight restriction on my breathing from this position only proves to heighten the sensation, and everything feels so hot and wet that I feel slightly delirious.
“Oh, Rowan,” I cry, and his tongue somehow manages to plunge in further. “It’s so much. Please, I-I-I’m going to die.”
Rowan does not relent. Instead, his hands clench harder around where they hold my calves, and his teeth catch the ring of muscle gently. I buck slightly, sobbing at an embarrassing volume.
Maybe, I think, he’s punishing me for begging again.
“I’m going to…” I groan, head shaking as I try to think around his tongue pumping in and out of me. My dick lies untouched. “I’m going to come!”
Rowan is gone in an instant, and that only makes me cry harder. He removes one hand from where he holds me down, and I don’t track his movements with my eyes—they’re clenched shut to fight off any more tears—but I can hear the cap of the lube bottle pop open.
Then his fingers are pressed against my abused hole, and when two sink in, I feel nothing but pleasure and the sensation of being completely full of him.
“Rowan, fuck, stop! If you don’t pull them out, I’ll come,” I demand, and Rowan freezes.
“What? But I just… I need to loosen you up.”
“But I’ll come,” I cry again, and when I finally open my eyes to look up at him, I find Rowan’s flushed face grinning eagerly.
And then he says, “Then come.”
His fingers slide the rest of the way in, and as they retreat, they curl, turned slightly to the right, and I’m convulsing and choking on my own sobs as I climax all over my stomach.
“Oh, fuck,” Rowan groans, his fingers relentless as they pump in and out of my hole. “You look so good coming on my fingers, Eli. So fucking good I could just—”
He does not finish his words. Instead, Rowan bends down and takes my cock—that is still actively twitching and producing come—into his mouth. I scream, my hands sinking painfully into his hair as he moans around me.
Between his fingers inside of me and the hot suction of his mouth on my dick, I’m starting to black out.
My thighs are tense, locking around Rowan’s neck as he leans over me, and I can feel it as my body begins to lock up.
“Please, please, Rowan. I can’t—too much!”
Once he can pull nothing more from me, Rowan yanks off of me once more, taking his fingers with him. I sag against the bed, panting heavily as I try to see around the black dots clouding my vision.