Chapter 32 #3
Rowan smiles. This beautiful blond man towers over me and holds me so close I can’t believe it’s me he is choosing. He holds up his pinky between us. “Pinky promises are binding.”
I smile back, blinking to see him clearly. I hook my pinky with his. “This holds weight more than the law.”
Tightening his pinky around mine, he urges me back against the table until its edge is sawing into my lower back. My lips part and he kisses me. Starved and possessed, he devours me, leaving me lightheaded and weak.
“I love kissing you,” he growls faintly, releasing my hips to wrap his fingers around my waist.
“Yeah?” I moan against his mouth, his tongue touching mine. My hands fall between us and hook at the waistband of his jeans. I shove them down his hips until they fall. And I fall with them, gently lowering myself onto my knees.
My hands map his strong, bare thighs—solid with muscle and tanned skin. The dusting of dark blond hair tickles my palms and I peer up at the man who holds me together.
“I love how much you care about me.” I kiss the base of his cock.
“I love the way you call me sweetheart.” I kiss the V of his hips, one side at a time.
My lips linger there and, with my eyes staring up at his, I trace those lines with my tongue.
“I love the way you fuck me.” I kiss and lick the line of his other hip before I lick the side of his cock. “And I love this.”
And you. I love you.
I kiss the head of his dick, and he groans, his head falling back.
Rowan looks down at me with midnight eyes, lust glistening like liquid stars, and his thumb brushes my cheek. “Put me in your mouth, sweetheart.”
I smirk and wrap my hand around his thick length. “Beg me.”
“That isn’t how this works,” he growls.
“Beg.” I lick the underside of his tip, taking it between my lips before I back away. “Me.”
“Don’t tease me, sweetheart.”
“Then beg me.” I lick at the bead of pre-cum.
“Fuck, sweetheart, please,” he growls and my hand tightens around him. “Suck my cock, baby, please.”
“Hmm.” I flick my tongue over his tip again, lightly, and cup his balls with my opposite hand.
“Fuck, Natalia.” I smile up at him, noticing his jaw is tense and tight, a groan coming from deep in his chest. “Please.”
I give his balls a gentle squeeze and stroke him slowly, swirling my tongue around him. “Please, what?”
“Please, sweetheart,” he purrs.
“Hmm.” I shoot a wicked smile up at him. He’s at my mercy even if I’m the one on my knees for him. “Okay.”
I take his cock into my mouth, my jaw and lips stretching to accommodate his size. I moan around him and he releases a groan I feel everywhere.
“Let me fuck your mouth,” Rowan mewls, his knuckles white against the stainless steel table.
I blink up at him, batting my lashes and giving him doe eyes to counter his cavernous ones. “No.” I shake my head, whirling my tongue. “But if you’re a good boy, I might let you.”
Rowan growls deeply, huskily, and it makes me shiver, my pussy clenching on nothing and wishing he was deep inside of me.
His head falls back and his muscles go taut.
With my free hand, I smooth it up his body, feeling the ridges and hills of gorgeous, hard muscle beneath my palm as I suck him harder.
His hand comes over mine, bringing it up higher as he leans down so my fingertips are touching his lips. I hollow out my cheeks just as he takes two of my middle fingers into his mouth, wetting and sucking them. My stomach flips, my pussy clenches, and I need him.
Irrevocably and undeniably.
Rowan removes my fingers, now glistening with his salvia before he lowers my hand back down. “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he husks. “Make yourself come with my cock in your mouth and show me how much you love this.”
Rowan isn’t an easy person to say no to like this.
With a hand between my legs and the other around his cock, I lose myself in him and in my own pleasure. I come, moaning and whimpering around him, his praise urging me on until he pulls back.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispers as he lifts me.
He strips me of my clothes and then of his own, plopping me right down onto the cold, steel table. I would flinch if my skin wasn’t so heated and flushed.
His hands pull me to the edge as he lines our bodies together, his tip nudging against my entrance as I hold myself up on my hands behind me. “You kill me,” he growls and slams into me. “Every time.”
“Rowan,” I gasp.
Every thrust is deep and hard, rhythmically paced and perfect. He loses control and I lose balance, reaching for him. I’m always desperate for touch, for our skin to meld together. My fingers dive into his hair and fist the thick strands as our breaths mingle between our parted lips.
“Does my pussy feel good?” I rasp in his ear, lowering my voice to a low, sultry pitch. “Can you feel how deep you are, Rowan?”
His body trembles. “Fuck, yes.”
“Do you feel how wet you make me?”
A faint growl with his teeth gazing my neck is his response.
My hands skim down his back until I’m holding handfuls of his ass—a hard, muscled ass I’ll swoon over later—and my nails dig into his skin as he thrusts harder. Harder and faster and deeper.
“Come inside me, Rowan,” I whimper. “Ohhh…”
“Fuck,” he grunts with haphazard, erratic thrusts. “I love you.”
“Oh god.”
I fall back onto my hands and watch as we come apart. It swallows me whole.
“Shit,” I pant, my head dropping back and legs trembling around his body. “Rowan.”
“Jesus, Natalia,” he breathes out heavily, his hands smoothing up and down my thighs as he pulls out of me with a groan.
Rowan looks between us—down between my legs.
“You’re a mess,” he whispers with a smug smirk.
Two of his fingers glide down my core and I hiss, shivering at the contact that overstimulates me. I can’t decide if I want him to stop or keep going. “Rowan,” I mewl, my hips moving with a mind of their own.
Those two fingers just barely dip inside of me, and when he pulls them out, they’re dripping with a mixture of him and me.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Rowan purrs, his voice low and deep.
I do as I’m told and hold out my tongue just enough for him to slip his fingers into my mouth.
A deep rumble comes from the back of his throat as I suck and lap my tongue around his fingers, tasting him and me in the most delicious mix.
I moan, my eyes fluttering closed but I peel them open so I don’t miss this erotic sight.
I love the woman he turns me into. Erotic and sensual and confident in my sexuality—perfectly comfortable being naked and bare and asking for what I want. Doing what I like and discovering things I didn’t know I liked.
Like this.
Rowan’s eyes bore into me and mine never leave his, not when he slides his fingers out from between my lips and puts them in his mouth next. His eyes fall closed with a soft moan that makes me want him again.
I’m an addict, I think, to anything that has to do with him. Anything he loves, I love. Anything he wants, I want. Everything that hurts him, hurts me. Whatever burns him, burns me tenfold. He has turned me into a monster.
“Shall we finish cooking now?” He kisses the base of my throat.
I laugh. “I feel much more encouraged now.”
“Soda or wine?”
“Surprise me.”