Milo
Rowan trails electrifying kisses down my neck. I’m warm, fucking burning with lust and love for this man. Best of all, the feelings aren’t one-sided.
Rowan loves me too. For me.
And I’m absofuckinglutely giddy. So much so that I actually laugh out loud, which causes Rowan to stop his kisses to look down at me.
Something I decide is a crime. In fact, there should be a rule that Rowan’s lips can’t be more than an inch away from me.
His eyes crinkle, and the gold flecks in his eyes turn into a gooey warmth I could get lost in. I’m on my back on the couch, and Rowan is hovering over me. Don’t ask me how we got here, since everything is a blur when our lips are locked in a tangle.
Speaking of, he should be kissing me now. I need to research how to get laws passed, because there really needs to be a law that states Rowan Rangecroft is required to keep his lips on Milo Tobitt at all times.
“Why do you keep chuckling to yourself?” Rowan asks. He’s still smiling as he looks down at me, and it has me chuckling again.
“Just thinking about ways to keep your lips on me always,” I tell him truthfully.
Rowan laughs at my answer, even though I’m entirely serious, and this is a serious matter!
“That’s not hard to do,” he breathes, and kisses me again. “But I hope you’re not picky about where they are, because I want to taste all of you.”
“Did you not have enough the last time you kept me in bed all night?” I grumble.
Instead of answering, he lifts my foot with his hand and kisses the inside of my ankle. “I keep thinking about the fic you told me about. You should send it to me.”
I gape at him. “The one where the love interest is my ankle? You actually want to read that?”
“I can see the appeal,” he says and kisses my ankle again.
I try to kick him off, but he holds me still. Damn him and his big, delicious muscles. I’m totally not taking the blame for him turning into a pervert.
I nudge him, and he easily yields to me and flips us over until I’m on top. I turn around so I’m sitting on his stomach with my back to his face. Rowan’s hands find my ankle again.
I look over my shoulder to give him a look. “While you have fun with your—I mean my—ankle, I’m gonna have a little fun of my own.”
My words are met with laughter, but he’s not laughing for long. Especially when I get his zipper down and waste no time choking on his dick.
Warm leather invades my senses, and all I know is Rowan…who is still pressing kisses all over my ankle and up my leg.
I take that to mean I’m not working hard enough. I double down and take him deeper until he’s hitting the back of my throat so hard my dentist is going to see the bruises at my next appointment. My hands work his heavy balls, and I’m rewarded with his precum as an appetizer.
My finger slides down over his taint, and he twitches inside my hot mouth.
“Fuck,” Rowan mutters. He’s all but abandoned my leg now. His hands slide up my spine before going back down again to find their way under my pants and pulling them down to access my ass.
“Want you. Fuck, you’re still loose from earlier,” he says with a heavy breath. I shudder as he slips a finger inside without even needing lube.
I pull off his dick to look over my shoulder again. Rowan’s eyes are dark; the warm gold flecks are gone, replaced with blue lust. The gaze is enough to heat my entire body like lava.
“You looked so pretty being fucked by me, you know that, babe?” he murmurs and slips another finger inside. I throw my head back and rock my hips harder onto his digits. “I don’t think there’s a sexier sight in this world. Whether it’s on my fingers or my cock.”
“Yes! Yes, need that,” I babble. I’m not even sure what he’s offering anymore, but I want it all.
A delicious growl comes from Rowan’s chest as he maneuvers me to face him again. Somehow, in the process, he’s tugged off all my clothes, so I’m sitting completely naked over him while he’s still completely dressed.
“Doesn’t seem fair,” I mutter, my palm sliding over his sweater. “If you get to keep your shirt on, I think I should too.”
“Not a chance. I want to see that pretty belly button piercing shine as you bounce on my cock.”
I roll my eyes. “First my ankle and now my belly button? Sir, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re obsessed with me.”
Rowan tugs me down so I can meet his lips. “I am obsessed, Milo. With every single part of you.”
“I think I’d believe that more if your thumb wasn’t caressing over my belly button piercing as you said that,” I tease.
He lifts his hand and fists my cock. “Is that better?” he asks in a similarly teasing tone. I moan as he strokes me. Precum leaks onto his fist, and he brings it to his mouth to lick clean. “Every. Single. Part of you, Milo. I’m obsessed.”
“Fuck, Rowan. Need you now,” I moan out. I’m already rocking my hips over his stomach. My precum is leaking all over his sweater and ruining it, but it’s still not enough. I need him inside me.
Rowan reaches through the crack in the sofa to find the lube and condoms that are stashed there. I knew hiding them there was a good idea, and they’ve come in handy more than once.
Rowan seems to be as worked up as I am. He quickly suits up and messily squeezes out the lube. He slides a digit inside, but I’m too impatient and find my way to his cock.
“You’re not ready—fuck, Milo!”
His protest turns into a moan of my name as I spear myself onto him. Our moans harmonize in the best kind of melody. It’s his soul calling to mine and crying with relief that we’re finally home.
I’m still as I adjust, my chest pressed against Rowan’s, and I notice he’s watching me.
Gold and green dance in his eyes, chasing the lust of the blues, and I hear a melody in my head again.
The one that’s been brewing since the first night Rowan slept over and has continued to ring in my ears whenever he’s around.
“Love you,” he declares, and the song intensifies in my head.
“I love you,” I return, and the song crescendos into something that’s too big for my heart.
It’s itchy—stuffy—trying to get out, but I don’t know the proper way to express it. The itch expands until my entire body is a live wire, and I’m desperate for Rowan.
I rock my hips and find a steady rhythm that’s almost enough. Almost. Rowan’s riding the same wavelength as me and must want more too.
His hands find my hips, and he puts his muscles to work by physically lifting me and slamming me down hard onto his cock. I’m not really even riding his cock anymore—I’m the passenger now, and I’m loving every fucking second of it.
“Knew you’d look so sexy,” he murmurs. His eyes are bouncing between my own and my belly button piercing.
I would make a snide comment about his obsession again, but I’m so worked up I forgot how to form words.
Rowan lifts me until only his tip is still inside, then spears me back down. My cock bounces against his stomach with the action, and I’m so fucking there.
My orgasm hits me like a shot in the dark. I find Rowan’s lips, and I’m spilling all over his sweater. I nibble on his bottom lip, and Rowan grunts and pulses inside of me.
“Your sweater is totally ruined. Guess you’re just gonna have to take it off and walk around naked for the rest of the night,” I tell him when we’ve both caught our breath.
Rowan smirks. “Trust me. I’ll be naked, but walking is not part of the very long list of things I intend to do tonight,” he says and rolls me over—all while I’m still on his dick—in one fluid movement.
Rowan whips his cum-stained sweater over his head, then is on me once more. His cock is already half hard again and digging deeper into me.
I laugh and wrap him close to me. “Did I tell you how perfect you are for me?”
“You promise?” he asks, a twinkle in his eyes. “Because I should probably warn you that now that you’ve given yourself to me, I have no plans to ever let you go.”
“Obsessed! Obsessed, I tell you!”
Rowan laughs, and I pull him down until our foreheads are pressed together. “Let me tell you a secret. I’m kinda obsessed with you too, my little croissant.”
Rowan’s smile steals my breath, but it’s the teasing that makes my heart whole. “Is that the name you’ve picked out for me?”
“I’m still working on the best one, but why not? I can’t have many carbs due to my diet, so I’ll make you croissants, and you’ll be my croissant to devour.”
Rowan is stone-faced as he replies. “Oh, there’s really no need to make me croissants again. It’s so much work. The last ones took you all night. No need to tire yourself out.”
“I don’t care. I promised I’ll make them for you for the rest of your life, and I don’t go back on my promises even if it means I lose sleep!” I declare with a pout.
Rowan is voicing his concern about tiring me out, but for some reason, I feel like I need to defend myself. It’s like he doesn’t trust me in the kitchen or something!
“Orrr…I know a better way to lose sleep,” he says and moves like fucking lightning to suit up with a new condom before finding his way home inside me again and spending the rest of the night making true his words.
Best. Night. Ever.
“Fucking hell! Again?”
A shrill voice rings in my ear, and I’m getting a flashback to a morning very similar to this one.
I peek a groggy eye open and…yep, there’s my best friend standing over me and Rowan, glaring at us with his arms crossed.
Again.
The only difference is that we’d fallen asleep on the couch early this morning, and the only thing covering us is the afghan that lives on the couch. It does a poor job at covering since its design means there are holes throughout the entire thing.
Rowan groans into my hair and doesn’t even bother moving this time. He snuggles closer to me, which means his body covers most of mine.
“He’s going to be doing this a lot, isn’t he?” Rowan mutters.
“Probably,” I mutter back. “Should we move? Run away somewhere he can’t find us?”
“Maybe he’ll leave if we pretend to fall back asleep.”
“I’m right here and can hear everything you say!” Ray says exasperatedly. “Now get up, I need to show you something.”