Chapter 14 #2
For two weeks, we’d been careful with each other, making jokes before anything got too serious and pretending neither of us was counting down the hours.
Tonight, I didn’t want to pretend anymore.
I wanted him, and I wanted to give him one last night that belonged to us, so I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
He reached for mine, and I lifted my arms for him to take it off. His palms moved over my chest and down my stomach, slower than they needed to, as if he was trying to take something with him before the distance got between us.
I let him have the time because he needed it, and if I was honest, so did I.
Then I bent and kissed him. His mouth first, then his jaw, then the center of his chest as I eased him back onto the bed.
His fingers slid into my hair when I kissed lower, and his hips lifted as I dragged his sweats down his legs and tossed them aside.
“Ro,” he warned. I glanced up from between his legs. “If you suck me right now, I can’t promise I’ll stay quiet.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock. “Give it your best try.”
His head tipped back when I took him into my mouth. One of his hands gripped the sheets, and the other stayed against the back of my head, not pushing, just holding on while I worked him slowly. I kept my hand firm at the base as I dragged my tongue beneath the head before taking more of him.
He lost patience almost immediately, and the sound that slipped out of him made us both freeze.
“Shh,” I breathed against him.
He reached blindly toward the headboard, grabbed one of my pillows, and dragged it over his face.
I pulled off. “That your plan?”
“Quit asking questions and finish what you started.”
A laugh nearly escaped me, but I stopped it by taking him back into my mouth. I worked him faster this time, and when his hips jerked, the pillow caught the sound he couldn’t hold back.
Giving him time to recover was not an option. I moved lower, kissing over his balls while my hand stayed on him. He arched beneath me, restless and needy, and the pillow slipped just enough for me to catch one eye watching me from under it.
I took one ball into my mouth gently, then sucked harder until he pressed the pillow more firmly over his face.
His legs spread farther apart, and his hips lifted off the mattress.
When one knee bent higher and his foot found my shoulder, my free hand slipped under his ass and lifted him a little more until his other foot followed.
The sight of him propped up on me with a pillow shoved over his face sent heat straight through me.
My tongue moved along the sensitive flesh beneath his balls, then I took the other one into my mouth while he took over and stroked himself. His hand moved faster when I sucked harder, and every small roll of his body gave away how badly he wanted more.
The lower I dragged my tongue, the wider his legs parted. He was trying to stay still, trying to stay quiet, but his body kept giving me everything he wouldn’t say out loud.
With one hand under his ass and the other on his thigh, I held the angle until my tongue reached his hole.
His whole body jerked. “Fuck.”
I stayed there until his legs started shaking against me.
Then I eased him down just enough to move back up, nudging his hand away so I could take his cock into my mouth again.
His legs fell open around my shoulders, one heel dragging against my back when my tongue worked under the head and my hand wrapped around the base.
“Baby,” he groaned, the pillow slipping enough for me to hear him break.
The word almost made me stop because he’d never called me that before. I’d said it to him, but hearing it from Keaton now, muffled and desperate while I still had him in my mouth, made me want to drag it out of him again.
So I hummed around him and took him deeper.
His hand went back to the pillow, and the sheets twisted under his other fist. I didn’t rush him. I wanted every second of it, every sound he tried to hide, every helpless movement he couldn’t stop.
When he came, his whole body jerked against me. I stayed right there and didn’t stop, swallowing everything he gave me until he went lax beneath my hands and the pillow slipped away from his face.
I lifted my head, and he dragged the pillow from his face and stared down at me.
“Shit,” he panted.
I wiped my thumb along my lower lip. “Quiet.”
He chuckled. “You’re evil.”
“You started it.”
“I did not.”
I moved up his body, and he grabbed for me before I could settle over him, dragging me down into a kiss deep enough that he tasted himself on my tongue.
His hand slipped into my sweats and wrapped around my cock, already hard and too sensitive after everything I’d done to him.
I pushed into his grip, and he swallowed the sound I couldn’t hold back.
“Rowan.” His eyes held mine. “Fuck me.”
There wasn’t anything soft in the way he said it. Nothing hesitant. Nothing careful. Just Keaton under me, his hand still wrapped around my shaft while he asked for exactly what he wanted.
I kissed him quickly, then pulled back long enough to shove my pants down and kick them off.
The lube was in the nightstand, where I’d shoved it before he came over, because apparently some part of me had hoped we’d end up here.
As I reached for it, he watched me from the bed, flushed and naked and still catching up after what I’d done to him.
Morning was about to take me across the country, but right then, Keaton was here in my bed, wanting me, and I had to look away for a second.
This was the room where Halo Wars had been paused on the TV the first time we kissed, where we’d spent nights with the door locked and the lights off, learning to touch each other without giving ourselves away.
Now Keaton was in my bed again, naked and waiting for me, and neither of us had anything left to hide.
I slicked my fingers as I walked back to him, and by the time I climbed between his legs, the flight, the dorm, and the miles waiting for us in the morning were gone from my head.
I was thinking about him.
Only him.
Always him.
I pressed one finger inside him slowly, working him open until his body softened around me. When he tried to push down for more, I caught his thigh.
“You’re impatient,” I stated.
“You’re taking too long.”
“You’re loud.”
“Then shut me up.”
“Not until you’re ready.”
His eyes narrowed, but a second later, the pillow came back over his face.
I worked my fingers deeper and curled them, slow enough to make him feel every inch. I added more lube, worked him until the tension in his legs eased, then slipped a third finger in beside the others.