Chapter 17
ROWAN
“ S o, you and Andrew? How did you meet? Have you been together a while?” Jasper asked as we stood beside the rental car.
“We met about a month ago.” I wasn’t keen to divulge more details, even though I knew Jasper would keep them in confidence. I needed a few days of perfect paradise, and I didn’t want to think about work or the fact that Andrew was my employee.
“You’ve never brought anyone here before, not even Jojo.” Jasper smiled knowingly, and I sighed.
“Okay, get it all out J.” I shook my head. “First Dylan and Rafe and now you. Andrew and I are just spending a few days together, that’s all. It’s nothing serious. Sun and fun and… hopefully lots of fun.” I grinned at him.
“You didn’t answer my question, how did you meet?” Jasper leaned against the car and popped his sunglasses on his head. I looked away from his stare and admired the lush gardens around me instead.
“Does it matter?” I bit out. I didn’t want a lecture about bad choices. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you, J. It’s complicated. We’re here because we need privacy. I really like him, and I just want three days. That’s all.”
Three days should be plenty of time for Andrew and me to rid ourselves of whatever this was, I reasoned. Even though I knew in my gut that I was lying to myself.
Jasper stared at me with concern in his hazel eyes and nodded. “I didn’t mean to pry, Ro. But if you need to talk, I’m here.” He motioned to the hotel. “Come on. Let’s get your bags dropped off and then you and Andrew can start your vacation.”
I followed Jasper into the air-conditioned foyer and up the stairs to the third level.
“We put you in the corner suite this time. We just renovated the balcony.”
“Perfect,” I replied as we walked the long hallway and reached the mahogany door to room twenty.
The rooms had a beachy, laid-back design, with lots of natural wood accents and bright tropical touches.
The king-sized four-poster bed dominated the space, with a sheer canopy that provided a romantic touch.
My body started to heat when I thought about Andrew lying naked with me on those satiny sheets. Three days. And nights.
“I’m heading back down to return some calls. Text or call if you need anything.”
“Thanks, J.” I smiled at my friend as he left the room.
I dropped our bags on the floor near the bed and headed for the patio door.
Opening it wide, I stepped out onto the secluded terrace and enjoyed the soft sounds of the waves and the bright sunshine that hit my face.
I stayed there for a few minutes, taking in the beauty of the surroundings, the quiet hum of nature at its finest.
A door clicked behind me, and I turned to find Andrew standing at the foot of the bed.
I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off him all morning, and now was no different.
He wore those tight black shorts again and a matching T-shirt and his hair was mussed from the ocean breeze, a subtle smile on his beautiful face.
He was staring intently at the bed, just like I had when I first entered the room.
Imagining all the delicious ways we would pleasure each other…
The clock was ticking down. There wasn’t a moment to waste.
I stepped back into the bedroom and closed the patio door behind me, locking out the world around us. Our total privacy unleashed the churning desire I’d been carrying around for weeks.
Andrew turned his head, and when his intense eyes met mine, I swore I felt an unexpected pang near my heart that was just as powerful as the fierce ache in my cock.
Without a word, Andrew stripped off his shirt and shorts, and fucking hell, he’d gone commando?
If I’d known, I would’ve been tempted to tell him to pull off to the side of the road and fucked him in the car, bystanders be damned.
I took a long moment to savor every detail of Andrew’s long, sexy body.
His taut muscles were covered in a sheen of sweat, every inch of his defined pecs and abs just begging to be licked and bitten.
Dark hair sprinkled over his chest and stomach led to a tempting happy trail that surrounded his cock and balls.
His cock was curled up toward his stomach and leaking pre-cum, the smell driving me out of my mind.
I stripped off my shorts and shirt and watched Andrew’s molten gaze as he looked his fill in return. My hands shook as my heart began to beat faster, so fast it felt like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.
“Come here,” I demanded, and Andrew sauntered toward me.
Before I could utter another word, he slipped his arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep, devouring kiss.
We ate at each other’s mouths, hot tongues tangling with a passion so explosive I saw nothing, knew nothing, but his heady taste.
He moaned, and I nipped at his full lower lip, then licked it soothingly, trying to calm us both down, my climax already threatening to break loose.
From a kiss? What was this man doing to me?
“Get on your knees, but don’t touch yourself,” I whispered against his lips, and I felt his answering grin.
“Yes, sir.” Andrew complied readily, and my body shook with restrained desire.
I walked around him and surveyed his body, inhaling his familiar spicy scent, then leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“When we get back on board, you better not call me sir, or I will strip you down, bend you over my desk, and fuck you until you scream. I’d cover your tempting mouth though, so you wouldn’t draw attention.
” I noticed Andrew’s trembling. “Would you like that? I’d gag you and give your arse the rough pounding it deserves for teasing me. ”
The filthy words poured right out of me, and I grew harder as the images flashed in my mind.
Andrew’s cock twitched and pre-cum leaked out the tip. My boy was just as turned on as I was.
“I see you like that idea. Do you fantasize about fucking in my office? Maybe the sundeck? Your bunk?”
He smiled. “I’m pleased to work long and hard for you. Sir.”
A shiver ran through my body at his bold pronunciation. Andrew was on his knees, but I was the one ready to submit. To him and to the fantasy that he inspired as every one of my senses electrified, ravenous for more.
I stood in front of him again and grabbed hold of my aching dick, tugging firmly as Andrew’s eyes tracked my every movement. He licked his lips, and I continued to jack myself, teasing him, wanting to draw out our initial pleasure for as long as possible.
“Ro,” he whispered. “Touch me.”
“Open your mouth.”
Andrew leaned in, and I guided my throbbing dick to his lips, mesmerized as he swallowed me down, the feel of his hot, wet mouth surrounding my hard cock making my eyes roll back.
He grabbed the base of my dick with one hand and proceeded to turn me inside out, sliding me deep down his throat, his moans vibrating, and I couldn’t control the shudder that racked my body.
His other hand slid up my thigh to my aching balls.
He tugged firmly, and I grabbed Andrew’s hair, urging him on until I felt my balls tighten.
“Stop,” I demanded, and Andrew gave one last teasing lick and released me. His lips were swollen and red, slick with my pre-cum. The sight drove me to my knees.
“Kiss me,” I implored.
“There’s nothing I want more.”
If Andrew hadn’t already brought me to my knees, his wicked smile and tender words surely would have.
He pushed me back, and I lay down on the carpet.
His body covered mine as he became the aggressor, plundering my mouth in a reckless way that left no doubt as to about how badly he wanted me.
Our tongues tangled and teased, and our kisses grew frantic.
He drew back to run his mouth along my sensitive neck, biting down and sucking hard, marking me.
“Yes, right there,” I moaned. “Drew.”
Andrew continued his sensual exploration, licking and biting his way down my chest and stomach.
“The first time is going to be quick and dirty because you’ve been edging me for weeks. Condom, lube. Now,” Andrew growled.
Reaching around blindly with my hand, I felt my bag and quickly unzipped it.
I faltered for a moment when he teased my sensitive nipples, getting lost as I watched Andrew making his way down my body, and everything became a hazy, sensual dream.
I ripped open the condom, and he pulled back, grabbing it from my hand and rolling it down my dick in a practiced move.
My hands shook as I took the lube and squeezed a good amount in my hand, coating my throbbing dick.
“Hands and knees,” I demanded, and Andrew complied. I kneeled behind him, running my palms down his lithe back, watching the muscles ripple and tense, all the way down to his perfect, round arse.
“I’m going to worship your body for hours,” I whispered as I slid my hand down his crease and pushed one lubed finger into his tight pucker. “But first, I’m going to fuck this perfect arse of yours.”
“God yes. More,” Andrew moaned and rocked back on my finger, impaling himself.
I slid another finger in and pushed in deeper.
“Right there! More, more,” he chanted as he fucked himself on my fingers.
I added more lube and a third finger, but Andrew continued to push back.
My greedy lover had run out of patience.
“Hurry up,” Andrew hissed, and I slapped his arse playfully with my other hand. I withdrew my fingers and lined my cock up to his hole and slowly, slowly thrust my way into his hot depths, the ring of muscle giving way.
“Fuck,” he bit out, and I stopped moving. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.
“Okay?” I asked as I began to shake, my control hanging on by a thread.
“God, yes. It’s just…so intense. Fuck me already,” Andrew growled.
“You asked for it.” I chuckled.
I watched, mesmerized, as my cock claimed him, stripping away the last cord on my control.
I snapped my hips and thrust deep, and Andrew began to move with me, undulating his gorgeous body in perfect rhythm with mine.
I grabbed hold of his hips and fucked into him.
The clasp of his hot, tight hole was so good I growled, letting my instinct take over.
“Harder Ro, please.”
I reached underneath him with one hand and tugged on Andrew’s throbbing cock while I continued to piston my hips.
“You’re mine. Say it.” The words tumbled out of my mouth unheeded.
“Yours. Only yours!” Andrew groaned, and his response made my blood race, liquid fire in my veins. I didn’t want our first time to be over before it began, so I slowed my rhythm, and slid one hand under his chest to pinch his nipples.
“Fuck,” Andrew gasped. “I said harder, not slower.”
“I’m not nearly done yet. And I want to make it last.”
Andrew responded by pushing his arse back, trying to take control. I squeezed one of his cheeks tightly and held him still as he moaned loudly.
I ran my hands up his back, smoothing out the tense muscles, savoring the fact that I could finally touch him the way I’d been fantasizing for weeks.
I slowly swiveled my hips, changing the rhythm, fast then slow, over and over, until Andrew begged for release.
His arms collapsed, and I gripped tightly to his hips.
“Please, Rowan, please. I need to come,” he panted.
I spread my knees wider and finally let loose, pounding Andrew’s tight arse.
“Rowan…yes…so good. Don’t stop!” he cried out.
I felt my climax nearing. I was lost to our frantic tempo, searching for that perfect point of pleasure. Andrew’s arsehole tightened around my throbbing cock, and I reached down to tug on his dick.
“Rowan!” Andrew groaned long and loud as he came undone, hot cum covering my hand.
I chased my orgasm with one, two more thrusts.
Then I was floating, shouting Andrew’s name as wave after wave of bliss racked my body.
My hips continued to thrust deep, slower now but unwilling to stop.
I wanted to stay inside him. I never wanted to leave.
Short of breath, I leaned forward and softly kissed my way up his back to his shoulders, savoring the saltiness of his sweat.
I swore I’d never tasted anything better.
Until he turned his head and our lips met and fuck, I couldn’t get enough of his sweet mouth.
The kiss was intimate, more powerful than our fucking.
Goosebumps erupted all over my body as I flushed hot and cold.
Three days, my arse.