21. Rowan
21
ROWAN
Maddox hoists me onto the counter, stepping between my thighs, his presence overwhelming, his heat seeping into me, his body pressing so close that I can feel every inch of him.
His lips hover just over mine, his breath warm, his voice nothing but a low, wicked murmur. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, princess.”
I swallow hard, my pulse thrumming. “Then take it.”
A slow, filthy smirk spreads across his lips. “Oh, I plan to,” he promises, dragging his fingers down my sides, spanning my waist, gripping tight like he owns me.
I gasp when his hands slide lower, gripping the tops of my thighs, kneading the soft flesh like he’s savoring the feel of me. His thumbs drag up, brushing the edge of my shorts, teasing where I need him most but not giving in just yet.
“You like this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice so fucking smooth, so confident. “Being right here, perched on the counter like a sweet little prize, knowing the windows are wide open. Knowing anyone passing by could see you like this…all spread out for me.”
A whimper escapes my lips, and his smirk deepens.
“That’s it,” he coaxes, trailing his fingers up my bare arms, making me crave more. “Let them see how fucking beautiful you are. How desperate you get for me. Let them watch you come apart while I make you feel so, so good.”
I let out a soft, needy breath, and his hands slide under my shirt, lifting the fabric slowly, his fingers teasing up my ribs. I arch into his touch as he pulls it over my head, tossing it away carelessly, his eyes locking onto my bare skin with a hunger that makes my breath catch.
“So beautiful,” he mutters, dragging his palms up my stomach, between the valley of my breasts, until he’s cupping them, kneading, squeezing. My nipples harden against his touch, and he groans, low and deep.
I bite my lip, my breath hitching when his thumbs flick over my peaks, teasing, circling, dragging out the anticipation.
“You ever been worshiped before, Rowan?” he asks, his voice velvet. “Ever had a man take his time with you, learn every inch, make you come so hard you forget how to speak?”
I shake my head, my pulse racing. “No.”
His smirk turns wicked. “You’re about to.”
His mouth descends on my breast, warm and wet, his tongue swirling, sucking, teasing, drawing tight, desperate moans from my lips. He’s slow, deliberate, taking his time, making me feel every flick of his tongue, every graze of his teeth.
His hand slides between my thighs, pressing against my shorts, rubbing slow, delicious circles over my clit through the fabric. I jolt, a gasp ripping from my throat, my hips shifting against his hand, chasing more.
“Fuck, you’re super turned on,” he groans, his teeth scraping over my nipple before he pulls back, his lips glistening, his gaze heavy. “And I haven’t even really touched you yet.”
I whimper, my fingers fisting in his hair. “Maddox, please.”
He hums, dragging his lips down my stomach, trailing kisses and sucking marks onto my skin. When he reaches my waistband, he hooks his fingers into my shorts and panties at once, tugging them down with one swift motion, exposing me completely.
A sharp inhale leaves him as he stares, his pupils blowing wide.
“Fuck,” he breathes, spreading my thighs wider, dragging his thumb through my slick folds, gathering my arousal. “You’re dripping for me, princess. Soaking. You love this, don’t you? Love knowing you could get caught while I play with this pretty little pussy.”
I whimper and nod, but he shakes his head. “Nah, sweetheart. I want words. Tell me.”
“Yes,” I gasp, desperate now, aching. “I love it. I love how you touch me.”
He groans in approval, then lowers his head and licks me, one long, slow stroke.
A choked cry leaves my lips, my hips jerking, but his hands grip my thighs, pinning me down.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mutters against my slick heat before devouring me completely. His tongue is relentless, slow but devastating, teasing before pressing deep. He flicks, sucks, laps, tongue-fucking me, dragging out the pleasure until I’m trembling on the edge.
Then he shifts one hand up, pressing two fingers into me, stretching me, curling just right, hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes me see stars. I sob his name, my thighs clamping around his head, but he just grins against me and keeps going.
“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Give it to me. Come all over my tongue.”
His fingers work deeper, rougher, his tongue circling my clit, and then I explode, pleasure crashing over me, my body jerking violently as I cry out his name, gripping the counter for dear life.
He doesn’t stop.
He works me through it, dragging out every last pulse, every last aftershock, until I’m a writhing, breathless mess.
When he finally pulls back, his mouth shiny with my release, he smirks, wiping the corner of his lips with his thumb before sucking it clean.
“I am the luckiest guy on earth right now.” He straightens, his eyes locked on mine as his hands slide under my ass, gripping tight. “Bedroom.”
I barely have time to react before he lifts me effortlessly off the counter, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. My arms cling to his shoulders, my breath shuddering as I feel the solid heat of his chest pressing into mine, his cock pressed right against my soaked entrance.
“You’re dripping all over me, princess,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, wrecked, but amused. “So fucking wet and I love it.”
I whimper, shifting in his hold, desperate for friction.
He chuckles, loving how much I need him.
“Patience,” he taunts, kissing down my jaw and nipping at my throat. “I’m gonna take my time with you. Gonna make you come so many times you’ll forget your own fucking name.”
A shiver racks through me as he kicks the bedroom door open and moves straight to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress with just enough force to make me bounce.
I let out a soft gasp, watching him, and my chest heaves as he stares down at me like a predator savoring his prey.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with possession. “Spread out for me. So desperate to have a feel of my cock.”
He climbs onto the bed, crawling over me, his body pressing me down, his cock heavy against my stomach as his mouth finds mine in a slow, claiming kiss.
I moan into him, melting, giving in to the way he controls the moment so effortlessly, like he knows exactly what I need before I even say it.
His hands trail down, gripping my thigh, sliding up to my hip, to my waist, back up to my breasts. I arch into his touch as he cups me fully. He kneads and rolls my nipple between his fingers, making my breath catch.
“You love my hands on you, don’t you?” he taunts, pinching just enough to make me gasp.
“Yes,” I whimper. “I love it.”
He hums in approval before shifting lower, kissing his way down my body, his lips, tongue, and teeth mapping me out, making sure I feel every single touch.
When he reaches my breasts, he sucks one nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak before pulling away.
I cry out, my back arching.
“Fuck, you’re responsive,” he murmurs, dragging his lips across my skin, switching to the other side, giving it the same treatment.
His hands slide down my sides, gripping my thighs, spreading me wide.
“You ready for more?” he asks, his voice low, teasing.
“Please,” I beg, shaking beneath him, already so far gone I can barely think.
Maddox chuckles, dragging a finger through my slick folds, coating his fingers in my arousal. “You’re soaked for me,” he murmurs, watching my reaction as he slowly pushes a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, teasing me.
I moan, my hips rocking against his hand.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Take it, baby. Let me feel how tight you are.”
His fingers work deeper, pressing into that perfect spot, curling, stroking, dragging me higher and higher. His thumb circles my clit, slow at first, then faster, rougher, until I’m whimpering, writhing beneath him, completely at his mercy.
“You gonna come for me again?” he taunts, his tone laced with sin. “Gonna let me wreck you before I even fuck you?”
I can’t answer—I can only moan, clutching at the sheets, my body tightening, my breath breaking into frantic, gasping sobs.
He leans down, kissing me deep as his fingers speed up, his palm grinding against my clit, sending me into a spiral of pure, unbearable pleasure.
And then I break, shattering around his fingers, crying out into his mouth as the orgasm rips through me.
Maddox groans, his cock throbbing against my thigh as he watches me fall apart.
“Good girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers out, slick with my release, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.
I’m barely breathing, completely wrecked, and he still isn’t done.
“Think you can take me now, princess?” he asks, lining himself up, dragging the thick head of his cock against my swollen entrance.
“Yes,” I gasp, legs spreading wider, my body begging for more.
He smirks, pressing in just an inch, teasing, stretching me open slowly.
“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me who’s about to fuck you so good you’ll never want anyone else.”
“You,” I breathe. “Maddox. You.”
“That’s fucking right.”
Then he thrusts deep, groaning as he sinks into me to the hilt.
I cry out, my back arching, my nails clawing at his shoulders as he starts to move, rolling his hips in smooth, devastating strokes.
He leans down, his lips brushing my ear as he fucks me slow and deep, dragging it out, making me feel every inch of him.
“You’re mine now, princess,” he murmurs, his hand sliding between us, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”
I moan, gripping his shoulders like I’ll never let go.
He moves faster, harder, deeper, chasing our pleasure, taking his time, making it last, making it unforgettable. And when we both finally break together, it’s earth-shattering.
I scream his name, not caring if my neighbors hear, my body locking up as the pleasure consumes me. His release spills into me as his hips slow, rocking through the aftershocks.
We collapse together, breathing hard, tangled in each other, completely spent.
Maddox kisses my shoulder, grinning against my skin.
“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmurs. “And the best damn thing I’ve ever had.”
I laugh breathlessly, too wrecked to even argue.
I’ve tasted Ryder and I’ve tasted Maddox.
Now, I just want both of them together.