24. Milo
Author’s Note:
My bf continues to be amazingly inspirational, hence the speed at which this chapter materialized. Also, I’m sad to say, but I think this is the last chapter. Don’t worry—Milo and Rowan will have their epilogue, as well. I’m not sure whose point of view it should be in, though. Hmmm…
MILO
Fuck. This man was going to kill me.
I knew Rowan hadn’t come yet, because he was keeping his word and was gonna fuck me senseless in a moment.
But he seemed perfectly content to wait, so I rested against him, his arms wrapped around me.
My dick had already softened enough to slip free of him, and my sweet strawberry milkshake had grumbled in disapproval at the sensation.
He shifted me over so we were laying side by side, one arm underneath my head and the other resting on my hip. My hands were splayed across his chest, and I gently licked at a nipple, making him catch his breath.
“Give yourself a minute, my little chaos demon,” Rowan chuckled.
I lifted my head and pouted. “But I want you to come, and I want to get your knot.”
“You will, but if I get inside you now, I’m not going to last more than two seconds. Plus, I want to make you come again,” he admitted.
“Greedy,” I mumbled. “I like it.”
“I’ve never knotted anyone before,” Rowan admitted.
I pulled back, looking into his eyes. “Are you nervous?”
“No, not with you.”
And wasn’t that the best compliment the man could give me. We lay there for a few moments, just letting our hands graze along each other, feeling the skin-to-skin contact. Our legs tangled together so that we were pressing up against one another everywhere.
“You know,” I told him, “I was really sad when Aunt Anabelle and Ethel moved out of this place. I argued with them. I wanted them to stay, and I knew I could take care of them. But they were both selfless, and they insisted that I wasn’t going to be stuck taking care of two old ladies. I would have happily done it, though.”
Rowan squeezed me to him, kissing my head. “I know you would have.”
“It wasn’t too awful, though, because they were just a visit away.
I probably spent as much time at the retirement community as I did here at home, but I loved them both so much, and as they made friends, we all grew close.
I was devastated when my aunt died—we all were.
She pretty much raised me, and she, more than this house, was my home. ”
“I know,” Rowan murmured.
I leaned up and looked at him. “But you’re my home, now, boo. And you make this place feel like home again. Will you stay here with me?” I asked.
I stared at him. “You’re crazy if you think you were gonna get rid of me, even for a night.”
He chuckled, flopping back down and curling into me.
“Besides,” I added, “the kids need both parents home to take care of them.”
“Maybe we’ll adopt some more,” I said, and Rowan frowned at me, his eyebrows dipping down. I couldn’t help laughing again. God, I loved this man. I loved how much he made me laugh and the joy he brought me.
We snuggled for a bit longer, but I couldn’t help rubbing my fingers along his nipple and occasionally flicking it, and then my hand was wandering down…
“So impatient,” Rowan growled, crawling on top of me, his face pressing close to mine.
I chuckled again, letting my hand caress his cheek. He leaned in and kissed me, then he leaned back, grabbing the lube. His dick may have gotten a bit soft while we chatted, but he was back to full hardness now. He poured lube onto his dick, his tail swooped around, and he lubed that up, too.
“Does it just, like, appear?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Or is it, like, stored in your back or something?”
Rowan looked thoughtful for a moment. “I’m not sure. It doesn’t feel like it’s ‘stored’ anywhere. It’s a part of me that’s always there, only most of the time I don’t think about it or use it, so it can’t be seen or felt. I’m not sure how to explain it.”
“That makes—” I started, but then Rowan’s tail was at my hole again, and it slid in effortlessly, making me gasp.
My dick chubbed up a little at the feeling, but I wasn’t fully hard.
Yet, at least. I was usually pretty quick at recovery, and I had no doubt that Rowan would be able to make me come again.
His tail avoided my prostate this time, focusing on stretching me open. I loved the feel of him inside me, and I wanted all of him.
“Want you,” I complained.
“This is me,” he answered, his tail finally pressing against that bundle of nerves that made me gasp.
“I want your cock in my hole. Is that better?” I snarked.
Well, I tried to snark. I might have been gasping for air because of what Rowan was doing to me.
Then his tail was pulling out, and I had a second to mewl in disappointment.
When Rowan lifted off of me, I turned beneath him so that I was on my stomach, and I scooted back so that my hips were up in the air.
Rowan’s hand found my hip and rested there possessively. “This how you want it, my little chaos demon?”
“Yes. Please, Rowan. Fill me up.”
Because Rowan was good like that, he pushed into me, that fullness returning. There was no burn, no pain—he’d prepped me so well that it felt natural to have him back inside of me. Only this time I was even fuller, because his dick was wider than his tail.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, pushing my hips back into Rowan a bit, feeling him go even deeper. “You’re so deep inside me, Ro,” I mumbled.
Rowan stopped, his dick pressing against my insides. I felt full of him, and it made me impatient for more.
“You called me ‘Ro,’” he murmured. “I love that you have nicknames for me, but I liked hearing you say my name, too.”
Awww, that was sweet, but fuck if I wasn’t dying to have him moving behind me. I tried shifting my hips back, but Rowan just grabbed onto them, keeping me still.
“Rowan, please,” I begged, using his full name that time.
He growled and pulled out, making me moan, then he was pushing back in.
His hands stayed on my hips, and I felt like they were a hot compress against my skin.
His dick was moving in and out as he pumped me, but he kept it slow and leisurely.
I enjoyed the feeling of his legs pressing against the back of my thighs, his dick inside me, and the random kisses and nibbles he would give my shoulder when he was buried inside of me.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” he said.
“I love you, too.”
Then I was gasping, because he’d changed the angle just a bit, and he hit my prostate dead on. It was the craziest feeling, and I knew some guys didn’t like it, but I loved having my prostate nailed. Rowan took my gasp as encouragement (which it totally was), and he started to pick up the pace.
I’m not sure what kind of noises I made, but I think I drooled a little while Rowan was pounding into me.
I couldn’t help it—the pleasure was intense.
It was like my world was narrowed down to the places where Rowan touched me.
Little zings of pleasure were running through me, making me feel like electricity was flowing through my body.
Rowan was groaning and growling, and it was the sexiest fucking sound I’d ever heard.
“Jesus, Milo, you’re so fucking good,” he murmured.
I could only groan in response. He put one hand down on the bed next to my shoulder, his chest pressed up against my back, and I moved my hand over to link our fingers together. One more point of contact; one more spot that felt alive because Rowan was touching me.
I didn’t think I could go any higher, and then Rowan bit down on my shoulder, and the little burst of pain turned into an avalanche of pleasure. Then his hips slowed, and holy fuck…
“Ohmygod,” I groaned out.
“You still want my knot, baby? Because you gotta tell me if you want me to pull out.”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Fuck, yes. Knot me, Rowan. Please.”
I felt him growing larger inside of me, my hole stretching impossibly wide.
His hips were barely moving, but each mini-thrust had that knot rubbing against my prostate.
I didn’t think I could take any more, and then his knot was pulling at my rim, the feeling strange and erotic, rubbing against my insides.
His tail came from wherever the fuck it went and wrapped around my dick, and that was all it took.
I was coming in gasps and groans, spilling out onto the mattress beneath me. The orgasm went on and on, dragging itself out until it almost felt like I came another time, or else the orgasm just got more intense. I didn’t know and didn’t care—I was a bundle of pleasure, every nerve on fire.
Eventually the pleasure plateaued, and I felt my orgasm ebbing.
Rowan slowed, as if he knew, and then he was just inside of me, filling me up.
His knot was impossibly large, but I liked the feeling of being completely full of him.
I could feel his dick twitching inside me, and the thought of him filling me up with cum was almost enough to rally me for a third round, but my dick simply couldn’t recover that quickly.
Rowan was kissing the nape of my neck and my shoulders, his one hand still gripped in mine.
The other was caressing my hip. It was this blissful moment where I felt like we were part of each other, and I didn’t want it to end.
Eventually, though, my arm got tired, and Rowan’s knot went down, because that wide, full feeling faded.
I hummed in disappointment when he pulled out of me, but he rolled onto his side and dragged me with him, cuddling me in his arms.
I was basking in a post-orgasm haze of pleasure, but I could practically feel Rowan starting to think behind me.
“No thinking, boo. I loved your knot.”
“Yeah?” he asked.
“Fuck, yeah. We’ll be doing that again. Frequently.”
He laughed, and I loved the rumble of it against my back. “Yes, we definitely will. For the rest of time.”
Well, that sounded good to me. We were a mess and needed to get cleaned up, and I was sure we could have some fun in the shower together, but first, I was just gonna close my eyes and bask in the warmth and love of my super hot boyfriend.
My super hot hellhound boyfriend. How fucking lucky was I?