Chapter 14 #5
Except that wasn’t true, for Ray or Rowan. It seemed fate had just wanted them both to wait until the time was right.
And Milo was certain that the time was finally right.
“Rowan!” Milo moaned, trying to put the weeks of affection and longing and more recent certainty into their voice.
“You close, baby?” Rowan asked, his voice trembling as his fist sped up.
“Yes,” they gasped, both surprised and not surprised to find that somehow Rowan had known exactly what they needed. Not a quick jerk off in the bathroom, but this slow, too much, not enough, torturously good pleasure.
“Stroke yourself. I want you to come for me.”
Milo wanted that more than anything else in the world right now. More than strawberries and sweet dates. More than apples split in half and thrift shopping. Milo wanted to come with their alpha watching from less than three feet away.
They stroked themselves with a firm grip, racing towards their climax, but Rowan came first with a groan that spread through the room like thunder cresting over a mountain.
Milo’s hips lifted off the bed, and with one more downward stroke, they came all over their chest, some of it managing to hit their chin and neck.
The sounds of their heavy breathing mixed with the heady scent of cum and exertion. Milo let their legs flop off the side of the bed and stretched their hands above their head, eliciting a few pops from their back.
“I can’t believe you lied to me,” Milo said to the ceiling.
Rowan’s breath came out in a woosh. “What?”
“I mean, I guess you didn’t lie, but you definitely withheld information. I told you I’d never done this before, and you didn’t say that you’re a total expert!”
Milo didn’t actually mind. Yes, it would have been nice to know that their fated mate had some pretty sexy tricks up his sleeve, but the two of them had never talked about sex or sexual partners before.
Admittedly, they probably should have discussed some of that before getting naked together, but alas.
Milo counted to five in their head before craning their neck up. Rowan was staring at them, his cheek dimpled and brow scrunched. “I’ve never done that before either.”
Milo scrambled upright. “No way. Are you serious?”
“Very serious.”
“How were you so good at it? Are you, like, super commanding in the office? I bet you absolutely dominate the boardroom.”
Rowan choked and shifted somewhat uncomfortably on the chair. His hand was cupped around his junk, and Milo caught the glisten of cum between his fingers.
“I wouldn’t say I’m commanding,” Rowan said. “And I definitely don’t dominate, well, anywhere, but…it just felt right. Helping you feel good. That’s all I want. To make you happy and feel good.”
Milo was lucky they were already on their bed, so when they swooned backwards, they didn’t have too far to fall.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” they sighed. “I’m keeping you. Forever.”
They craned their neck up again to make sure they hadn’t gone too far or said too much.
Rowan was still sitting there but now with that small smile that made Milo want to throw themself across the room.
Unfortunately, their cum was cooling in their scant chest hair, and Rowan’s hand was still awkwardly cupped in front of him, so Milo had to prioritize.
“Would you like to take the first shower? Or I can just grab you a washcloth if it didn’t get all over the place. Obviously, I’m a bit of a mess,” Milo said, waving their hand up and down their chest.
Rowan’s smile curved sharply into a cheshire-like grin. Milo’s pony was making a similarly cocky expression.
“Yeah, yeah, alpha, you made your beta an absolute mess. Shower or washcloth?” Milo asked, again checking to make sure they weren’t pressing too hard, too fast.
Rowan looked pleased as could be, though. “A washcloth is more than enough. Thank you, baby.” He growled the last word, like he knew damn well what it did to Milo.
If they didn’t think Rowan would hear, they would have jerked off a second time in the shower. They could absolutely get off to that growled baby alone, not to mention the sexy groan Rowan had made when he’d come.
They were determined not to mess up their wonderful, amazing, best first date ever, though, so they merely fetched Rowan a washcloth and took a lightning-fast shower.
When they emerged from their room, wrapped in a snuggly t-shirt dress and fuzzy robe, Rowan was sitting hunched over on the couch, frowning down at his phone.
“Do you need to go?” Milo asked, pausing halfway into their living room.
“No,” Rowan said, glancing up and taking in Milo’s ensemble. The lines in his brow smoothed out, and he put his phone down on the makeshift side table. “If you’re still interested, I’d love to watch a movie.”
“Movie night sleepover with pizza, popcorn, and more ice cream?” Milo asked, bouncing up and down on their fuzzy sock-covered feet.
Rowan shook his head, but his small smile couldn’t lie. Milo was pretty sure their gentle, gorgeous ginger giant, their super sexy sweetheart, liked them.
Which was good, seeing as how Milo thought they were well on the way to falling in love with him.