11. Rowan #3
The back of my knees hit the mattress, and we collapsed onto it.
He landed on top of me, his body crushing mine on impact.
I wrapped my arms around him and slid my hands down to his ass.
It was firm, and I wanted to feel his warm skin under my palms. I wanted to take my time with him, but the more we kissed, the more impossible it felt.
I needed him.
I pushed down his pants enough to finally touch the bare globes of his ass, and I was pleasantly surprised to find he wasn’t wearing anything under them. I squeezed his cheeks and grinned against his lips. “No underwear?”
“Sleep naked,” he answered, his lips brushing against mine. “Pulled these on when someone woke me up.”
So, he’d been naked in these messed up sheets not too long ago? Well, we needed to return him to that now, didn’t we? As for waking him up, I couldn’t say I was sorry. Not when it had worked out this well.
I pushed his pants down further, and he seemed to get the hint. He rolled off me and began to kick off his pants, leaving him naked beside me. I took advantage of the moment to strip off my own sweats. His eyes traced down my body. “No underwear?” he teased.
“Nope,” I answered as I rolled onto my side. I dragged my fingers down his bare torso. “Where are the supplies?”
Better to be prepared before we got too deeply involved and couldn’t think straight. My cock was already rock hard, and I could see precum beading at the tip of his, tempting me to take a taste. Yeah, we needed to be prepared before we got too lost in one another.
He reached over to the bedside table nearest the door and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. He thrust both at me.
I ripped one condom from the strip and let the others fall abandoned wherever they lie.
“Bedside table,” I instructed. “Don’t want to be looking for them when we need them. ”
He didn’t answer, just took the bottle and foil packet back from me and put them where I instructed.
As soon as I heard the plastic bottle hit wood, I launched myself at him.
His hand slid between our bodies and wrapped around my cock.
He gave me a few strokes before pushing me onto my back.
I went willingly. If this was his dream, then he could set the pace, the tone, everything. I was happy to be along for the ride.
He threw a leg over my lap and rolled on top of me.
His lips began to explore down my body, fire trailing behind every spot he touched.
He teased my nipples with his tongue and fingers before kissing down further.
He kept sliding down with every kiss and touch until he was at my legs.
A simple touch on my inner thigh had me spreading them wide so he could settle between them.
He bent over me, tracing his tongue along the V of my pelvis, down one thigh, and back up the other.
His hot breath teased my shaft, and I groaned.
He kept teasing, but the only part of his body that touched my cock was his nose when he’d move past it.
Just before I lost it, his hand circled the base of my shaft, and his lips wrapped around me.
He swallowed me down in one fluid movement.
He worked me over like a pro, alternating between taking me deep and teasing the head.
When he’d focus on the head, he’d stroke me in tandem with his mouth.
I’d never had a blowjob like it in my life.
I was so entranced by what he was doing that I hadn’t noticed him reach for the bottle of lube until I heard the snick of the lid opening and his hand and mouth pulled off my cock.
I pushed myself onto my elbows, curious as to what he was doing, and I almost lost it. He had drizzled lube onto his fingers and was opening himself up. “Fuck,” I moaned as I watched his hand disappear behind him.
I wished I could see the way his hole swallowed his fingers.
I was going to ask, but then he bent back over and swallowed down my cock.
He went back to working me over as he fucked his fingers into himself.
Occasionally, he’d moan and the vibrations would travel down my sack to my balls.
I couldn’t stop watching him. I couldn’t stop watching the way the muscles in his shoulders flexed as he worked himself over or the way his lush lips looked as they slid up and down my length.
“Need you,” I moaned out as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked so hard I saw galaxies.
He popped off my cock and straightened up.
When he pulled his hand from his hole, I captured his wrist the way he had mine in the living room.
I sucked his fingers into my mouth, tasting the musky flavor of his hole.
I needed to taste it from the source when it wasn’t blended with the chemical taste of lube.
He moaned as I showed his fingers the same care he’d just shown my dick.
He pushed his fingers in deeper, fucking them into my mouth.
My eyes drifted shut, only opening again when I heard the tear of the condom wrapper.
He pulled his fingers from my mouth and used the wet fingers to support my cock as his other hand slid the condom down.
I watched with undisguised hunger as he lubed me up and straddled me.
I reached down to support my cock, to make it easier for him, but he swatted it away.
My hand fell to the mattress, and I just enjoyed the show of him lowering himself onto my dick.
The first brush of my cock over his hole was intoxicating, but it had nothing on the way it felt when I breached him.
It was so hot and tight. He took me tortuously slow, half inch by half inch, until he was fully seated.
I fought the urge to thrust up as he adjusted, and I was quickly rewarded by Milo rolling his hips.
I groaned at the sensation, a groan that grew louder as he began to ride me.
I began to thrust up to meet him when he came down, our bodies working in harmony to chase our mutual pleasure.
My hands dug into his hips as I held on for the ride, but soon, I needed more.
I wanted to fuck him into the mattress. I wanted to find out what other sounds I could drive from his lips, because he was such a responsive lover.
I thrust up into his heat again, raising my knees and planting my feet on the bed. I clasped my hands around his waist and flipped us, driving deep into him as I landed on top of him. “Oh—fuck—Rowa—” he cried out.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Y-yeah,” he moaned out. “Just wasn’t—wasn’t expecting—” I began to piston my hips, driving my cock into him fast and hard.
“Oh fuck. So good. You feel—” His words trailed off as I captured his mouth with mine, swallowing down his moans and sounds.
I could still taste myself on his tongue, and it was so fucking hot.
It took everything in me to pull away from that kiss and pull myself up onto my knees.
I pushed his legs up to his chest, giving me better access and a better angle to his hole.
I started to fuck into him with reckless abandon.
Sweat dripped down my face. The room filled with the strong smell of sex and the sounds of our skin slapping together.
Our sounds of lust and pleasure formed a symphony, and the world fell away.
All that existed was me and him and every place that he touched me.
He was not a passive lover. He dug his nails down my chest. He pinched at my nipples. He drove his fingers in between my lips or tangled them into my hair. It was like he couldn’t keep still, even as I fucked him. My balls began to pull tight against my body, but I didn’t want to finish before him.
I wanted to feel him cum while I was inside him.
My hand wrapped around his cock, and I began to stroke him in time with my thrusts.
He fucked himself up into my hand and then back down on my cock.
I felt his tunnel begin to tighten around me just before his release shot out over my hand and onto his torso.
He dragged his fingers through the cum on his chest and brought them back to my mouth.
The sight of him exploding combined with the salty taste of his seed and the way his hole tightened around me sent me over the edge. I came with a loud cry of his name and obscenities as his tunnel milked me into the condom.
When I finally came down, I collapsed against him.
Our lips sought one another’s again, and we kissed lazily until our heartbeats slowed down.
Only then did I pull out of him and dispose of the condom.
I trailed into his bathroom and came back a few moments later with a warm washcloth to wipe him off.
I knew I should go home, but I let him pull me down onto the mattress with him. We kept kissing lazily until sleep overtook us.
Notes
So, this chapter didn’t go as planned. I blame Milo and Rowan. I don’t think I’m driving this ship anymore.