Chapter 11
ANDREW
A s much as I enjoyed being around my colleagues, I relished the quiet now that half the staff had left.
No more constant chatter everywhere I turned.
I had a full hour for lunch that I could enjoy in total peace, but I was edgy and wired, so I decided to hit the gym and burn off some frustration.
Once again, I’d been unable to fall asleep last night, even after a particularly vivid fantasy of me and Rowan having sex on the sundeck had me rubbing one out.
I really needed to get my ass off this boat and get laid.
One more week and I’d be relaxing in Saint Martin and hopefully having a sexy good time with a stranger.
After a half hour run on the treadmill, I headed for the sauna. Sitting on the bottom bench with my arms outstretched on the upper seat and a white towel around my hips, I closed my eyes and let the steam melt away any remaining stress and frustration. This was perfect, just what I needed.
A minute later, the door opened, but I remained still until a familiar scent of vanilla hit my nose, and my eyes popped open.
Good thing I was already sweating and my body was flushed from the heat because there was no way in hell I could hide my primal reaction to Rowan’s presence. Not in this hot, tiny space with both of us naked, save for small towels. Lord, what kind of fresh torture is this?
“I’m sorry, I can leave,” Rowan said as he made to turn.
“It’s fine. I’ll only be here for another five minutes or so,” I said quickly, my dick taking control of my brain. “Stay.”
“Are you sure?” Rowan replied as he walked closer. Was that a rhetorical question?
His blonde hair was slicked back, and his chest and stomach were covered in tiny beads of sweat that just begged to be licked.
Dark blue eyes locked on mine, and my core temperature ratcheted up a thousand degrees.
My cock swelled and tented the towel, but I made no move to cover myself.
I couldn’t will my erection away, and for once, I didn’t want to.
There was another towel on the bench I could’ve used to cover myself, but I didn’t touch it.
Rowan’s eyes moved over my body, and I knew the exact moment when they landed on my lap.
Rowan bit his lower lip hard but refused to meet my gaze again.
He slowly sat down opposite me, our knees almost touching, as the steamy air surrounded us.
I closed my eyes, letting my legs fall further apart.
I heard his sharp intake when our knees brushed.
The barest touch and yet it felt like I’d been burned.
My breathing labored as my body began to flood with pleasure.
Rowan was so close but too fucking far away.
The smell of my arousal combined with his unique scent was heady, and I bit back a moan.
Rowan wasn’t nearly as discreet. A soft groan, a mix of pleasure and pain, echoed in the still room.
I opened my eyes to see Rowan devouring me, stripping me bare with just one look.
Our eyes tethered to each other, and I had no desire to let go.
God, the anticipation was nothing short of breathtaking.
Until I heard the door open again, and I jolted. This time, I quickly grabbed the extra towel and covered my lap. Charlie slowly sauntered in and nodded, taking the seat beside me.
“What a gruelling morning. My body aches in the worst way,” Charlie said and then closed his eyes.
“Tell me about it,” I whispered in response as I looked directly at Rowan.
My cock was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my legs.
Every minute that passed felt like an eternity as Rowan and I ate each other up with our eyes.
I’d never known that one glance could make me want with such hungry force.
In my experience, sex was fun, pleasurable, playful.
This was anything but. I wanted to ravage his body in every possible way.
And I wanted him to do the same to me, to burn out this reckless desire that had grabbed hold of me.
My entire body began to tremble as realization hit full force.
This, whatever was going on between Rowan and I, was fucking incendiary. Like shooting stars on a collision course, burning hotter the closer we came together. And God help us when we finally converged. I didn’t know if I would burn brighter or be completely destroyed…
“How come you decided to stay behind over the holidays?” Charlie asked as he nudged me with his elbow, knocking me out of my heated thoughts.
I quickly but reluctantly tore my gaze away from Rowan and tried to get my mouth working again.
“I got used to working the holidays when I was an assistant manager at a hotel back home. It’s the nature of the industry.
I’ll have time to celebrate with family when the charter is done. Plus, holiday pay can’t be beat.”
“Yeah, I’m the same. My mom lives in Florida but she’s usually working, so holidays are difficult. Like you, I’ll take a month off and travel to see her when the season’s over.”
“Cool,” I croaked, feeling anything but. Rowan reached up and raked a hand through his hair, and I nearly choked on my saliva as I watched his arm and abs flex. My heart pounded so violently in my chest I thought for sure I was going to pass out.
Thankfully, I heard Charlie shift beside me. “I’m going to get out of here. I’m feeling a bit lightheaded. You guys should be careful.”
“A few more minutes,” I managed to reply, a small part of my brain still working despite all my blood draining south. “I need a long, hard sweat.”
Rowan coughed, and I looked at his flushed face, his pupils dilating.
“I hear you. See you later,” Charlie replied and walked past me, closing the door behind him. As soon as I heard the latch click, my control snapped like a live wire.
“Rowan,” I whispered. His gaze was questioning, but I’d never been surer of anything. “Show me,” I encouraged as he finally uncrossed his legs, his towel doing little to hide his erection. I was ravenous, and nothing would satisfy me but him.
Fuck it.
I unwrapped my towel, and my cock slapped against my stomach, swollen and badly in need of release, pre-come covering the head. Rowan’s body went rigid, his forearm muscles tensing, the veins popping out. I wanted to trace every single one of those sexy ridges with my tongue.
“Take your towel off,” I demanded. This was my choice. I knew exactly what I was doing. I was done denying myself.
Rowan’s eyes ignited as he slowly slid his towel off his lap, and I shuddered when I finally got to see all of him.
He was beautiful, without a doubt the sexiest man I’d ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on.
Golden freckles dotting every inch of his skin and I vowed to kiss each one of them.
I glanced lower, at his uncut cock. It was bigger than mine, hard and heavy against his stomach.
I clenched my ass cheeks as I thought about him moving inside of me.
“Touch yourself.” The gruff command coming from Rowan’s full lips was better than my dirty fantasies.
I took my throbbing cock in hand and swirled my palm over the head, gathering the pre-come and using it to create a perfect slide, up and down.
I tweaked my sensitive nipples with the other, and a deep moan erupted from my chest. We didn’t have much time given the scorching air and the chance of getting caught, so this would have to be quick and dirty.
“That’s it, show me how you like it,” Rowan murmured as he spread his long legs. My mouth watered at the sight of Rowan’s thick cock and his heavy balls. Fuck, he was gorgeous. And the knowledge that I was the one making Rowan needy and hard was heady.
In the steamy confines of the room, I let my instinct guide me.
After all, it might be the only opportunity I had.
There was a risk that one of the remaining staff members could walk in on us, but I didn’t give a fuck.
I was ready to gamble. And so, apparently, was Rowan as he mimicked my movements, taking his swollen cock in hand and masturbating to the same furious rhythm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Andrew,” Rowan whispered. “One day soon, I’m going to have you in my bed. I’m going to take my time licking your tight little hole. Fuck, I’ll bury my whole face in your perfect ass.”
“Oh God,” I groaned as my hand picked up the pace.
“Then I’m going to fuck the cum out of you as you scream my name.”
“Rowan, please,” I begged as I tugged my dick harder, my climax quickly within reach. It was happening way too fast, but it was too good to stop.
“That’s it, baby, let go. Come for me. Come on me,” Rowan ordered, and I barely managed to stand up on shaky legs, shuddering and moaning as my orgasm ripped through my body.
My cum painted Rowan’s stomach and his hard cock, dripping down over his balls.
The smell of my release and the sight and sound of Rowan left me reeling.
I swayed, open-mouthed and out of breath as I watched Rowan’s face transform from stunning to euphoric.
“I’m yours, Ro. Take what belongs to you,” I demanded as our eyes clashed, and Rowan groaned my name, muscles glistening and tensing as his hand moved faster and faster.
“Drew!” Rowan groaned as he climaxed, and ropes of cum covered his stomach, our combined scent amplified in the intense heat of the room.
Both of us were drenched in sweat as we fought to slow our breathing down.
Sex in a sauna was hot as fuck – literally - but not for a prolonged period of time, and I was close to passing out.
Was it from the heat or my reaction to this man? Definitely, unequivocally, Rowan.
I quickly grabbed my towel, wiping myself down as Rowan did the same. After I was done, I finally looked back at him, but his eyes were downcast, and his hands clenched and twisted the towel like he was holding on to a lifeline.
“Rowan?” I said as I waited for a response. A word, a glance, anything. Give me something. Tell me what we did wasn’t a mistake.
“I can’t, Andrew,” Rowan replied, as if he was reading my mind perfectly.
My gaze caught on the movement of Rowan’s hand rubbing his chest, our combined cum glistening and mixed in with Rowan’s sweat.
I forced myself to look away or risk making an even bigger fool of myself by dropping to my knees in front of him and leaning over to devour every last drop.
To avoid seeing what I knew was regret all over Rowan’s face, I wrapped a towel around my waist and quickly exited the room.
The rush of cool air on my skin and the reality of what had just transpired made me shiver as I ran back to my room to shower and change, placing the towels in the laundry hamper.
I jumped in the shower, resting my hands on the wall and lowering my head, letting the warm water wash away the copious amounts of sweat and cum that covered my exhausted body.
Too bad it couldn’t wash away the hurt when Rowan wouldn’t even look me in the eye afterward.
Ravi did warn me from the outset. Charming wanker .