Chapter Fifteen
I swallow nervously, before meeting his gaze. My breasts aren’t exposed yet, but I feel his hands dancing just beneath them, like he’s waiting for me to respond to what he said. I bite my bottom lip trying to temper the frenzy of nerves coursing through me. A combination of excitement, lust, and worry flows through me, and I think he feels the last of those emotions because he pulls back slightly and moves his hands away from my breasts.
“What is it, gorgeous?”
My eyebrows pinch and a fourth emotion—embarrassment—flares up that I have to tell him.
Maybe I don’t need to?
Well, you have to say something now.
“I haven’t…” My voice wavers and I clear my throat, trying to remove the nerves from it. “No one has ever done that, so I’m just a little nervous . ”
He stares at me for a moment before he rubs a hand over his mouth. “We need to have a talk about the men you’ve been dealing with because… excuse me? ” He’s pulled back so he’s seated on his heels as he looks me over. “First things first, is it because you don’t want anyone to?”
“No.” I shake my head. “It’s not that…it’s just…no one has ever wanted to, I guess.”
“Fucking idiots,” he grumbles. “Okay, follow-up question. Elianna, have you ever had an orgasm?”
“Yes,” I respond quickly. “Of course.”
“Not one you gave yourself.”
My cheeks heat at having to admit this. “Well…no.” I watch as he closes his eyes slowly and lets out what sounds a bit like a groan. “It’s fine!”
He snorts and gives me a look like he’s ready to scold me for saying that. “It’s absolutely not fine, but we will dig into why you think it is after you come all over my tongue.” The shock from his words quickly turns to lust as tingles immediately flutter through my pussy. My eyes trace his mouth thinking about those soft lips pressed against the space between my legs. His hands find my shorts and his eyes look at me for reassurance that I’m okay with him taking them off. I nod once. He slides them off and tosses them behind him before he swallows hard. “I can’t believe a man was lucky enough to touch you and wasn’t begging you to let him do this.” He looks up at me before undoing the last button of my sleep shirt and letting it fall open.
I’m now completely exposed in front of him and with the look he’s giving me, I don’t feel nervous or self-conscious because he’s staring at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life. “You’re so perfect. I knew your tits would be as pretty as the rest of you.” He leans down and brushes his lips against mine once. “Since it’s your first time, I won’t make you sit on my face, yet, ” he whispers against my lips. “But make no mistake, having your wet cunt ride my tongue is next.”
A gush of air leaves my lungs and I feel every hair on my body stand on end because no one has ever talked to me like this before. So nasty and dirty and hot.
Thoughts of how I taste briefly enter my mind before I feel something pressed right against me and when I look down, I see his nose pressing against my sex and then I hear a deep inhale. “You smell so fucking good.” He opens me up, exposing every inch of me to him and then I feel his finger rubbing over my clit again. “I am going to enjoy every fucking second of making you come. Fucking honored that I get to be the first man to do it.” And then with his eyes still on me, he lowers his mouth and takes one slow lick through my slit.
Holy shit! Pleasure clouds my vision and I struggle to keep my eyes open as a tremor moves through me. “Oh fuck!” I moan while still keeping my voice barely above a whisper. My eyes slam shut as fireworks shoot through my body and I fall to my back as my arms give out in response to the pleasure.
“Stay with me, sunshine,” he groans with his face buried between my legs. “Keep those eyes on me. I want to watch you come while I’m tasting it.” I lift my head and try to open my eyes but the way his tongue keeps flicking my clit makes it fucking impossible. He chuckles and the feeling vibrates through me. “Okay, we’ll work on it,” he says before he slows down his efforts. He takes long, slow licks against me from the bottom of my pussy all the way to the top of my mound, leaving no inch of me untouched.
Fingers find my stomach and begin to slide upwards and then his warm hands palm my breasts and something glides across both nipples. “Oh God, Rowan. It—it’s too much…” I stammer, trying my best to keep my voice as quiet as possible but I slowly feel everything logical leaving my brain. One of my hands drops to his head, and I pull some strands gently while raising my hips harder against his mouth.
“That’s right, baby. Show me where it feels good.”
“Everywhere,” I whisper. “Nothing has ever felt…this amazing.”
That familiar feeling begins to build in my toes when I feel two fingers slide inside of me all while his tongue continues to lap at my clit and every time he glides over it, it throbs with pleasure. I’m already nearing the edge when he touches something inside of me and I have to slam a hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying out.
“Oh, fuck fuck fuck. Oh God, I’m going to come.”
“Good girl. Give me what I fucking want, Elianna.” He grunts and the use of my full name pushes me even closer to the edge.
I am going to come for the first time against this man’s mouth…who happens to be my very gorgeous boss who is almost twenty years older than me.
I moan at the thought, feeling so turned on I can barely think, and I have no idea how loud I am over the pleasure currently shooting up my spine and burrowing into my brain as he continues to lick my aching cunt. “Right there. Oh my God, Rowan. Yesss, I’m coming. Fuck.” I moan. One of my hands finds my nipple while the other tangles in his hair as I roll my hips against his mouth and fingers so fucking desperate to come, the idea of sitting on his face comes to mind and I suddenly want nothing more than to do that.
“Want…” I breathe out as my orgasm washes over me. “Oh God, I want to ride your face,” I tell him and the sound that comes out of him in response is so fucking sexy. I feel my orgasm subsiding but my body feels like it’s floating and I am so content, I could cry. “Wow,” I whisper. My clit is still throbbing like it has a heartbeat of its own and a shudder moves through me when I feel a light kiss on it.
He finally pulls away, his lips and chin shiny and coated with a layer of me. His eyes are hungry as he slides his tongue through my slit again and then drags it up my body to each of my nipples, leaving them wet and tingling from the cool air of the room. He doesn’t say anything else and I assume he’s waiting for me to respond but my brain is still slightly out of sorts.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, still trying to slow my breathing. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
“I think I just figured out what I like to do to relax,” he says referring to the conversation we had when I first started working here. “Pretty sure I’m already addicted to the taste of your cunt.” He holds my gaze while he runs a digit through my folds and proceeds to lick me off of his fingers. “So, are you ready to sit on my face?” He moves to lie on the bed and I realize I’m probably being a little selfish.
“No…I think I was just caught up in the high of everything.” I bite my bottom lip. “Can I… take care of that?” I nod toward his dick which is very hard and pointed at me.
“You can after I make you come again.”
Realizing he’s still clothed while I’m completely naked, I cross my hands over my naked chest. “Take your clothes off first.” He gets off the bed and does as I ask, slowly pulling his shirt over his head, followed by his briefs and sweatpants leaving him completely nude and gorgeous, and I realize it’s the first time I’ve not only seen his bare torso but his entire body. My eyes go from his muscular legs to his chest with the amount of chest hair that I find so hot, to his toned arms to his dick before moving to his handsome face that has a smile on his lips.
“You done?” he asks as he rejoins me on the bed and lies on his back, bringing me with him to straddle his face. I can see the smile in his eyes as he holds me over his mouth but I squirm out of his hold before his tongue can rub against me.
“I want to face the other way…” I tell him. “So, I can play with you too.”
I’m still hovering over him, straddling his neck. He kisses my inner thigh and gives me a smile. “Baby, you don’t have to do that.”
I frown, confused at why he thinks I wouldn’t. “Oh… oh,” I say recalling his question earlier. “Do you not like it?”
His eyes widen. “Yes, I do. And the thought of your sweet mouth wrapped around it…” He trails off and clears his throat. “I just know a lot of this is new to you and I don’t want to introduce you to too much all at once.”
Ohhh.
I shoot him a wicked smirk and then I move so that my face is hovering just above his. “I’ve done it before.” I drag my tongue lightly across his bottom lip before pulling back.
His gaze darkens as he sits up slightly. “You have?”
I nod. “Yes. More than once.” I’ll admit I may have added that last part because the look in his eye that I’m pretty sure is fueled by jealousy is kind of hot.
“And he didn’t eat your pussy?” he asks in shock.
“We’ve covered that already.”
“Elianna,” he says like he’s warning me.
“Mr. Kincaid,” I sass.
A sinful look flashes across his face before it fades into a sweet smile. He rubs my cheek and drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “I hate that no one has taken care of you.” Those words sound very similar to something he’s said before and I don’t know if there is a double meaning to his words but I try not to focus on it.
I look away from his gaze and move myself down his body. “Can I suck your dick now?”
“Yeah,” he says between ragged breaths. “Come sit your pussy on my face.”
Heat flashes through me. Despite knowing what that mouth can do, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the things that come out of it.
I spin around to straddle him and I instantly wrap a hand around his dick as a groan leaves his lips. “Oh fuck ,” he says and a surge of pride moves through me that just my hand causes this reaction. I lower my mouth and drag my tongue over the tip of his dick collecting the pre-cum that’s leaking from the head.
“Shit, you’re killing me, baby,” he whispers and then he drags the tip of his tongue along my sex. I clench, my body tightening at the thought of what’s to come. I wasn’t lying when I said nothing felt like that. I have what I think to be a pretty decent vibrator that is solely meant for suction and it didn’t even come close to how his lips felt wrapped around my clit.
I drag my tongue up his shaft, wondering how I’m going to fit his entire dick in my mouth when three beeps followed by the sound of the alarm indicating someone is coming in the house ring through the air.
Rowan’s tongue which had been deep inside my pussy, immediately freezes and I feel the cool air hit my sex as I assume he pulls back.
“Tell me, I’m hearing things.”
Next is the sound of more beeps, indicating someone is deactivating the alarm and immediately I scramble off of him to get off the bed. I pull on my shorts and my sleep shirt in seconds.
“What the fuck? Is that Margot?” Rowan whispers as he pulls on his sweatpants and t-shirt. “What time is it?” I spy my phone on the nightstand and grab it noting the time of just after one-thirty and show it to him. He growls in response. “She knows better than to be driving this late at night by herself.”
He listens by the door waiting to see if she goes upstairs, knowing that he can’t just walk out of my room at this hour when we both hear the sounds of her making her way toward my door.
My eyes widen and he shakes his head. It’s okay, he mouths and we hear her shuffling outside before a light tapping on his office door.
“Dad, are you in there?” she says softly and I bite my lip nervously before I hear her retreating down the hall.
“She probably thinks I’m sleeping. It’s fine,” he whispers before he runs a hand through his hair. “But I should go. I need to figure out what she’s doing here and if she’s okay. I swear she better not have been drinking.”
I had an inkling she may be experimenting with alcohol but I’m not totally sure. I sincerely hope if she has been tonight, she wouldn’t have driven her car home.
“I can’t tell where in the house she is,” he whispers and reaches into his pocket. “Fuck, and I don’t have my phone. I left it in my office.” He swallows and I can sense the nerves flowing off of him. “What if she called me to come get her and I didn’t?” His voice is laced with worry and I look down at my phone.
“Then she would have called me, I would think?” I show him my phone which shows nothing but a few Instagram likes, an email, and a Monopoly Go ! notification from the ongoing game I’ve had with my sisters for years.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“Don’t be.” I nod at him. “Maybe just wash your face before you go see her?” I add weakly.
“Right.” He murmurs but I still see the anxiety all over him. “I just panic about her driving.”
“I know.” I reach for his hand and give it a squeeze. “She’s okay. She’s here and she’s safe, that’s all that matters.”
He nods before he turns my doorknob and slowly peaks his head out of the door. I look after him, breathing a sigh of relief when I don’t see anyone in the direct line of sight in the hallway. He turns back once to look at me and gives me a nod before he moves down the hall slowly and quietly. A few seconds later, I hear the gentle click of his bedroom door.