Rowan #2
But seeing him under me like this? All laid out and waiting to be devoured? He’s fucking stunning. He literally takes my breath away. Then my eye catches the silver stud on his belly button, and I forget to breathe altogether.
My lips trail down his body to reach my goal. Milo keeps squirming, but I’m still holding his hands over his head, and my lower body is keeping him trapped under me. His squirming gets more extreme when I reach his belly button and play with his piercing with my tongue.
“So fucking sexy,” I say breathlessly and roll the piercing between my teeth. “The first time I caught sight of it, I think I almost lost my mind. Who knew that America’s darling would hide something so sexy under his clothes?”
Milo’s breathing is almost as ragged as mine, and I can feel his pulse racing under my lips.
“It was a dare,” he explains. “Ethel said I wouldn’t do it, and you know I had to prove her wrong.”
I laugh into his skin. “I guess I’ll have to thank Ethel the next time I see her.”
Milo laughs too, but it quickly turns into a shuddering moan when I nibble on his piercing.
“Other parts of me are getting lonely,” he whines.
“You don’t say,” I deadpan and finally release his hands to explore lower down. His entire body is all smooth, warm skin, and I want to taste every inch of it with my tongue.
Milo hisses when I reach his crotch. Even through his jeans, I can feel how hard he is. His gray eyes fall on me in a dark, lust-filled gaze, and his hands find their way to my head, slightly nudging me toward what he wants.
I’m grinning at his eagerness, but I don’t beat around the bush, because I’m desperate for a taste of him as well.
Pulling his jeans and underwear down, my face is so close to his crotch that his hard dick smacks me in the face. I’ve never imagined I’d one day get dick-slapped, and it’s more erotic than it sounds.
Especially when Milo bucks his hips and rubs his cock over my cheek impatiently.
“Patience is a virtue,” I tell him, and pull back so my face is out of reach of his cock. He starts protesting, but quiets down when I give him a slow pump of my fist.
“Not everyone has your willpower,” he huffs.
I laugh with a shake of my head. I also prided myself on my self-control, but it seems that all goes out the window when it comes to Milo.
Instead of answering, I give in to my desires some more and finally get a taste of him. Milo’s moans are music to my ears. It shouldn’t surprise me that every noise the pop star makes is like he’s singing a song to call the angels.
“Fuck, fuck. Rowan…please—so good,” he babbles. His fingers are gripping my short hair as I take him deep into my throat. Milo’s hips thrust up as he fucks my mouth with abandon.
My cock twitches at the way he’s taking his pleasure into his own hands. Milo has never been one to hold himself back, that’s for sure, and it’s one of the things I love about—
Hold the horses.
Love?
Where the hell did that thought come from? Love is not part of the equation here.
The attraction between Milo and me is purely physical. It’s just tension that’s built up between us, and all we’re doing here is releasing it.
Love doesn’t exist anywhere between us.
It definitely can’t!
I’m fully aware that I’m in denial of the truth. Milo is quickly becoming my kryptonite, and instead of retreating into my fortress, I’m running straight toward him.
This realization is anything but fun, so I push the thought to the back of my head and focus on enjoying the man who’s taken over my mind. This might be my only chance with him, so I need to make sure I savor every part of him.
Milo thrusts again and hits the back of my throat. The man is sweet all over, down to his precum, and I can’t get enough.
“So close,” he moans and cants his hips up once more. His wet cock is met with air as I quickly pull off him.
“No—”
His protest is cut short and turns into a startled yelp when I flip him onto his stomach.
His chest is pressed against the couch. He’s a temptation on his knees with his bare ass in the air like a feast waiting to be devoured.
The only negative is that my leather jacket is now covering his upper body.
“What the hell, Rowan?” Milo turns his head over his shoulder to shoot me a glare.
I slide a hand over his ass cheek. I shouldn’t be surprised that it’s as smooth as the rest of him, but I am, and I can’t stop myself from taking a nibble for a taste of him.
“This isn’t exactly what I meant when I imagined you devouring me,” he says teasingly.
I press a kiss to his full ass and look up at him with burning eyes.
Milo’s lids are hooded. He has his head turned as much as he can to watch me and raises his ass higher into the air as if to meet me.
“Everyone knows you need to prep before you can have your meal,” I murmur and slide a hand up his spine. My leather jacket is smooth and warm from him constantly wearing it. Milo arches into my touch like a cat, and his ass arches even more.
“I’ve never had to do that. I prefer to eat straightaway,” Milo mutters.
I smirk but don’t reply. Milo is not chef material, and it’s adorable. Which makes his baking for me even more special.
“I’ll just have to show you how much more enjoyable it is this way,” I tease and spread his ass cheeks to start my prep.
Milo’s words quickly leave him as I get him nice and wet with my tongue. As if to prove he prefers getting straight into the action, his hole yields to my tongue. Even with minimal lubrication, I manage to slip two fingers inside with little resistance.
I thought Milo fucking into my throat was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed, but it’s nothing compared to how he spears himself onto my fingers.
He’s going to look fucking magnificent on my cock.
And suddenly, I’m starting to understand Milo’s point, and I can’t wait to get to the main course. There’s just one problem…we have no products.
As if reading my mind, Milo reaches into the crack of the couch and pulls out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms and tosses them over his shoulder at me.
I quickly catch them and give him a what-the-fuck? face.
“What? I told you I’ve been imagining you bending me over this couch and fucking me. I had to be prepared,” he says nonchalantly.
“You were that confident it’d happen, huh?”
His lips split into a scheming smile. “I told you before, food is the answer for everything. One bite of my croissant and I had my hooks in you.”
I give his ass a light smack for his sass, which only has him laughing harder. He’s not laughing for long.
I’ve never put on a condom faster in my life, then I’m lubing my fingers and quickly working him open until I’m confident that he can take my girth.
Milo’s babbling nonsense into the couch. He’s a puddle of want and need under me, and my words of taking my time come back to bite me in the ass.
“I’m ready, Rowan. Need you,” Milo pleads. He reaches back with his hand, swallowed by my leather jacket, and grabs any part of me he can reach.
The last of my restraint shatters, and I’m lubing myself up for him. Milo rocks back as soon as I press my cockhead to his entrance. The tip slips in, and we both moan.
I’m barely inside him, and the pleasure is already enough to take me out. I’m a live wire ready to explode. I take a minute, hoping to calm my nerves, but I should know Milo better than someone with patience.
“Please,” he begs, voice a whisper of its usual self, and his hand finds its way out of the sleeve of my leather jacket to claw at me.
This needy side of him draws a growl out of me. I still can’t deny him anything, so I give him exactly what he wants—what we both want.
I slam hard into him until my groin is flush with his ass. We’re as connected as two people can get. My lids squeeze shut at the pleasure, and I see stars that look an awful lot like Milo’s sparkling gray eyes.
I’ve always enjoyed sex as much as the next guy, but it’s never been like this.
Explosive.
Like it’s all too much and still not enough.
Like I’m finally home.
Milo once joked about how he felt like he’s known me his entire life, and I think I understand what he means. Two energies that were wandering in this giant world, looking for the perfect synergy.
And I found it.
It’s him.
The need for him expands inside until I’m desperate for his lips. Milo is right there with me and is already looking over his shoulder for me.
I cover his body with mine so that our lips can meet. The kiss is everything, and despite not moving, despite only having just gotten inside of him, his sweet lips do me in, and I’m shooting into the condom before I can fully comprehend what’s happening.
“Fuck,” I curse into his neck. Milo’s clutching on to my arm and holding me hostage in this position. I’m grateful that he can’t see my current state, because I am not okay.
I’m raw. Like my orgasm blew the truth I’ve been trying to ignore right into my face. I’m unable to hide that this little problem that I can’t have has turned into something I now can’t live without.
I’m in love with Milo Tobitt.
Fuck!
What’s worse, aside from this glaring truth, is how quickly these emotions made me come. I’m so embarrassed by both my feelings and actions that I don’t know how to face him.
Then I feel Milo trailing soft kisses across my arm. He rocks his hips and turns back to look at me with the stars still in his eyes.
“You’ll stay inside me until you’re ready to fuck me into the couch, won’t you?” he asks sweetly.
There’s no shame or condemnation for my lack of stamina in his voice.
Just sweetness.
A request that’s filled with understanding, and a display of need that gets me right in the middle of my chest.
I take his lips, and everything falls into place again.