Chapter Twenty #2
My cock dripped pre-cum onto Rowan’s hair, but I refrained from touching myself. I needed to come on his dick tonight.
Rowan worked a finger into me, or maybe two, moving them in circles, stretching my rim. He added more lubricant, repeating the movement and going in deeper.
I whimpered and eyed the headboard with half a mind to bite into it to keep from coming untouched into Rowan’s beautiful red hair.
“I’m ready,” I said and lifted my ass up.
“Are you sure?”
“You are there; you tell me.”
He wiggled his fingers inside me with a slick sound. “Probably yes.”
We’d had the all-clear talk our first, failed, night when I’d fallen asleep, but since Rowan was a cryptid, he couldn’t catch anything from me anyway, and we’d been exclusive from our first hookup.
I slithered down Rowan’s body and stopped to kiss him briefly on the lips, then down his hairy chest to the treasure trail leading to his cock-zilla. I gave a sloppy lick along the tiny ridges on the underside of his shaft, then positioned myself above it.
“Wait.” Rowan slathered more lubricant onto his shaft, then nodded once.
Chewing my lip, I guided Rowan’s cock into me, and sunk lower, taking the head in.
“Fuck, you’re so thick, Rowan.” I moaned as I lifted up, then down again, each time letting his dick in a tiny bit more. The ridges teased my rim with every move, threatening to undo me on the spot.
“And you’re still so tight. Are you okay?” Rowan’s voice was strained, and he was gripping the headboard above him.
“Yes. I’m fantastic. Hold me.” I placed Rowan’s hands on my hips. That way, if I passed out from pleasure, he’d catch me. ‘Cause if having Rowan halfway felt this good, I might as well say goodbye to fucking myself on anyone else’s cock ever again.
I lowered myself in gradually until my ass cheeks rested on Rowan’s groin. We groaned in unison.
Deep breaths, Milo.
The delicious fullness took a few beats to accommodate, but once I knew I wouldn’t blow, I began to rock slowly.
“Good?” Rowan asked, caressing my waist with his thumbs.
“Yes.” I moved my hips as if I were on the dance floor, seducing him for the first time.
Rowan looked at me with the familiarity of someone who had mapped my body with his fingertips, and with a glint of discovering something new.
I danced my hand from my collarbone to my nipple, pinching it. I sucked in air, then caressed my other bud and moved down my abs to my cock. Touching it was out of the question.
“You feel so good, Milo. I won’t last long.”
“Good. I want you to fill me with your cum.”
“But—”
I shushed him with a finger on his lips. “Will you do it for me?”
Rowan nodded. “Easy.”
I sped up, riding him like I was racing into the sunset with one hand braced on his chest, and the other on my thigh—preventing me from waving it in the air as if I were holding a lasso. Maybe next time.
He was so thick inside me, every movement I made sent me closer to the edge. But I had to stay calm and follow my plan.
“Milo, ah, you’re killing me.” Rowan’s cheeks flamed and the muscles of his arms and neck strained.
With both my hands on his pecs for maximum leverage, I flicked his nipples with my thumbs.
Rowan snarled and gripped my thighs, pinning me to him. His entire body tensed, and his cock pulsed inside me.
I slowed down to minuscule movements, milking him to the last drop.
Rowan’s ragged breathing punched the air between us, and he was looking at me with a gaze drunk on sex.
“Will you feed me your cock? I don’t think I can move,” Rowan said in a deep, groggy voice.
“Oh, we’re not going anywhere.” I slid my hands from his waist up his sides, then down.
A shiver raked through Rowan. “Are you not sore?”
“Nope.” I was stretched to the brim, but Rowan’s dick was deflating inside me, easing the pressure. “Let’s relax for a moment.” I traced his forearms with my fingertips, then ran them through the hair on his chest and stopped at his nipples.
“Don’t,” he said sharply.
I grinned. He was overstimulated, so I’ll cut him some slack. “Not yet.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Your refractory period is not very long.”
“Is this your evil plan?” Rowan raked his gaze over me from my lips to my cock, hard and twitching.
I cackled maniacally and wiggled my hips. “Yes.”
Rowan hissed and held me still by my waist, but that didn’t prevent his cum leaking out of my hole.
I reached behind me, scooped some onto my finger and licked it. “Maybe I should take coffee the way you do. Your cum is flavorful.” I smacked my lips.
Rowan shook his head, chuckling. “Only you.” His hair was wildly splayed on the white sheet, but his expression was returning to less fucked-out and more amused and ready for more soon.
Grinning, I continued caressing him everywhere I could reach while not moving from my comfy seat until his cock began stiffening inside me again.
“That was quick.” I dragged my nails over his beard. I loved when it scratched me when he was eating me out.
“It’s you.” Rowan slid his hands up and down my thighs. “You’re just so…so irresistible.”
I rolled my hips slightly and more cum slipped out. “And you’re such a good ride.”
Rowan’s deep chuckle turned into a groan when I squeezed my ass around him. This was fun.
Leaning back, I braced on his thighs, and the angle caused his cock to hit the perfect spot. He massaged my abdomen where the head of his dick was making an impression.
“Whoa. Is this good?” he asked.
“Mmmhmm,” I replied with a moan.
I was taking what I wanted from him, but he was loving it.
His cum added a delicious slip when I rocked back and forth, drinking in my fill of his huge body underneath me and his proportionate cock deep in my hole.
I reached behind me, gathered his cum that leaked out of me, and spread it over my shaft. His leather and wood scent was in the air, intensified, and it worked on me like an aphrodisiac.
On a low growl, Rowan wrapped his fingers around my cock and stroked. A huge hand and the gentlest touch moving up and down, his thumb spreading my pre-cum over the head.
Straightening up, I grabbed Rowan’s face to pull him closer and place slow kisses over his parted mouth. Then I pressed our foreheads together. “Fuck me like it’s the last time. Ruin me for anyone else.”
Darkness and fire swam in Rowan’s eyes, and he took my hips in a grip so firm, his fingertips would leave bruises.
“As you wish.” He began with steady, shallow thrusts, then fucked up into me like a feral animal, watching me as if he wanted to claim me in an ancient ritual, eat me, or both.
A wail filled the air around us. It was me. I was coming over Rowan’s chest, my ass pulsing over his cock as I was spurting over and over. Time stopped, and the room disappeared around me. If Rowan wasn’t holding me, would I float away.
He stilled and his dick twitched, filling me yet again. I imagined him shooting deep inside me with so much cum, I’d be bloated with it.
I collapsed onto his chest, sticky with sweat and with a loopy smile on my face.
Rowan smoothed my hair off my forehead. “I think you milked a week's worth of cum out of me.”
I snorted and kissed his pec. “I’m sure you’ll produce more by the evening.”
“My insatiable coffee bean.”
“You didn’t book a fuck-cabin for nothing. We have to to make the best use of it.” I wiggled my ass and released his deflating cock. It flopped out of me with a wet squelch. My hole was sore, and even the air hitting the emptiness of it didn’t soothe me enough.
“Yes, but taking breaks is important for recovery. How is your ass feeling?”
“Well fucked in a good way.”
“Wait here.” Rowan raised me and set me flat on my belly as he got off the bed. He reached for a mysterious cooler on the floor and retrieved something from it.
“What’s that?” I craned my neck.
“A soothing plug. It will keep my cum inside you and should be cool enough to bring you some relief.” Rowan lifted the toy to show me.
It wasn’t as thick as the ones I used to stretch myself, and far from Roro in girth.
“Great idea.” I lifted my bum.
Rowan slid the toy in with ease, and it fit just right, cooling my puffy pucker. The only upside was that I had to clench to keep it in.
“How is it?” Rowan caressed my ass gently.
“Helping. But could you bring something for me?”
“Anything.”
“I used a harness to hold in the plugs for stretching inside me longer. I have one in my suitcase.”
“On it.” He returned with the harness, cradling it in his hands. His dick was at half mast when he put it on me and buckled the leather around my hips. “That’s so fucking hot, Milo.”
He joined me on the bed and pulled me on top of him so my ass remained in the air.
I will miss this stretch, but even more, my life will be sadder without Rowan’s low chuckle, him holding me at night, and us discussing movies we’d watched after a lazy roll on the couch.
I will miss Rowan when he leaves.
Author’s notes:
They finally made it! It wasn’t my goal to make the wait for Milo bouncing on it so long, but they both wanted him to be well-prepared. Next chapter: fisting! Haha kidding. Or am I? XD
I swear, if any one of you in the comments will call this chapter their first time because they had penetrative sex after all the orgasms and sex they had together, imma riot.