Chapter 17 #4
“There’s my pretty little mouse," I murmur, dragging my mouth along his hip. “Trying so hard not to fall apart for me.”
“Wh-what are you doing?” he gasps, his voice trembling with a new kind of panic.
“Gonna taste you now,” I growl.
I gather spit in my mouth and let it fall onto him, the wetness making him shiver. Then I shift lower between his thighs, closing my mouth over the head of his cock once again.
Light. He tastes fucking perfect.
The second my tongue swirls around his crown, Rowan makes a sound I’ve never heard from him—a wrecked sob of shock. He tries to scramble away, fingers clawing at the headboard, but I catch him around the hips and haul him back into place.
“Stay,” I growl.
When I look at him, he’s staring at my cock and my flushed face before he hesitantly reaches out, wrapping both hands around it.
“That’s it, baby,” I grunt out. “Just do what I do. Oh, fuck yeah.”
A groan is all the reply I get from him.
But Rowan is all I crave.
I pull the crown into my mouth, swiping my tongue around the tip before I suck hard.
Rowan’s raw noises of pleasure hit my ears, but then they get muffled because he does the same with my cock. His movements are more exploratory, but I feel every bit of his hunger as he nearly sucks my soul through my crown.
His precum floods my mouth, and I nearly drown in the salt and heat of him.
Fuck, is he this wrecked because he’s taking me, or because I’m taking him, or both? The answer is irrelevant.
I swallow him deeper, licking and teasing his balls as I work. I expect Rowan to take it slower since he’s new to this, but that isn’t his way. He’s fierce to a fault. It shows when he mimics me, taking my length down his throat. Naturally, he coughs and chokes around it.
“Easy, mouse,” I murmur against his length, kissing along it. “I know you have that ferocity in you, but you need to train the gag reflex. Relax for me, yeah? Open as wide as possible.”
He licks my tip, and I grunt, my spine locking upright. Then he slowly takes me in again.
I thrust my hips, letting my mouth accept his length before bobbing my head up and down, giving him slick friction and taking him to the back of my throat.
Rowan’s hips move more wildly by the second, and I squeeze his balls just as mine fill up. He grabs my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he lets me plunge into his mouth and use it, opening it as wide as he probably can.
He plunges into me with raw, unpolished thrusts. Stubbornness collides with stubbornness, and we’re both panting as the smell of sex fills my nostrils like a hit of drugs.
I’m so close, and I can tell he is too by the way his hips jerk and his noises of pleasure intensify, muffled by my cock.
So I squeeze his heavy balls, making him gasp and moan so deep, I’m already there.
My grunt matches his heave as we cum in each other’s mouths almost at the same time. I thrust all the way to the back of his throat, hips locking as I fill him the fuck up with my cum while his own clumsy, desperate thrusts force me to swallow every last drop.
Fuck me, he tastes so good. Grabbing his cock with both hands, I lick around the sides and his balls, not allowing a drop to go to waste.
I’ve swallowed cum more times than I could count, but I’ve never felt this starved. Like something dangerous finally getting a taste for blood.
I want more of Rowan.
I shift back so I’m lying beside him. For a while, neither of us says anything. As I listen to the rain tapping against the windows and the storm rolling across the cliffs below us, I realize I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Eventually, Rowan shifts. “You know what I used to like most about standing guard by the Ward?”
I glance down at him. “No.”
“The rain.” Rowan settles a little closer beneath my arm, his voice softer when he continues.
Thunder rolls somewhere beyond the glass.
“When it got really bad, everyone else would go inside. But I used to stay under the shelter posts and listen to it. It made everything else disappear for a while.”
I look down at him then. His head is tucked beneath my chin, one hand curled loosely against my shirt, and something twists low in my chest at the sight of him settled so comfortably against my side, like he belongs there and doesn’t even realize it. “Go to sleep, little mouse.”
This time, he does.
Rain keeps hammering against the windows long after Rowan finally falls asleep beside me.
The storm turns Tolian into something blurred and distant beyond the glass, all gold lights drowned beneath black cliffs and silver rain, but Rowan stays warm against my chest, one of my shirts twisted around his body while his breathing slowly evens out beneath the low pulse of the medical band around his wrist.
I lie there watching the city for a long time, one arm locked around his waist while thunder rolls somewhere far below us.
Outside, the storm keeps raging through the night. Inside, Rowan sleeps with his head tucked beneath my chin, not running from the sound of it anymore.
Yeah, I’ve decided I want all of him.