Chapter 16
Sixteen
Giancarlo
Judging by the hunger in his expression, Rowen had missed his “playtime” with me as well, which had me feeling both vindicated and triumphant.
Just as I thought.
“So this is your bedroom?” he asked, but didn’t wait for a response before walking me backward, using his proximity to herd me through the open doorway and deeper into the room, as if I wasn’t a couple inches taller and many pounds heavier than him.
I love it.
Rowen may have been smaller than me in height and build, but there was no question who was in charge here.
It wasn’t a case of me allowing him to take charge—my body simply knew who it belonged to.
Even stranger was that, despite how feeling powerless in other aspects of my life had infuriated me, giving up control in this instance blessed me with a freedom I hadn’t thought possible.
As if to demonstrate, Rowen shoved me onto the bed, smirking at the obvious erection tenting my dress pants when I landed. “Did you wash the sheets?”
I couldn’t help grinning at that question, knowing why he was asking—knowing exactly what it meant.
So, it wasn’t just “pillow talk” when he claimed me for himself.
“Yes,” I breathlessly replied as he climbed onto the bed after me and began roughly removing my shirt and undershirt, causing buttons to fly off in every direction. “And Ana won’t be sleeping here again.”
He paused at that statement, only for a moment, but his lack of eye contact was telling. “Too bad,” he airily stated, as if he hadn’t cared. “She smelled good.”
Such a brat.
Unable to resist, I sat up and dragged my nose along his neck. “Not nearly as good as you.”
He shivered then chuckled, firmly pushing me back down to the mattress. “It’s Dolce & Gabbana for Men and it makes me feel fancy.” His heated gaze ran up my bare chest before meeting mine again. “Not nearly as fancy as whatever sex potion you’re bathed in, I’m sure.”
I licked my lips, knowing just how to rile him up. “It’s Woody Leather by Clive Christian. Private Collection. And no, it didn’t cost as much as the bottle of Chateau Lafite Rothschild Pauillac. Only about half that.”
Just as I’d hoped, he glared down at me—every bit the little prince as any of the wealthy, self-righteous heirs I’d grown up with.
It’s all luck and circumstances anyway.
“Of-fucking-course you’re wearing five-hundred-dollar cologne,” he grumbled, yanking off the rest of my clothes as if they’d personally offended him. “You see no problem in buying anything you want, hmm? Anything you can use up and be done with.”
I furrowed my brow, instantly picking up on the double-meaning in his words. Before I could decide how to address it without ruining the moment and making him run, he hissed, his gaze locked on my leaking dick.
No.
Lower than that.
“Giano…” he choked out, sitting back on his heels and continuing to stare at the bright teal evidence, his indignation forgotten. “Are you… wearing the plug I sent you?”
It was another rhetorical question, but I wanted to answer—to make it clear where I stood. “Yes. I’ve been using all the gifts you gave me.” I placed my feet on the mattress and spread my legs wide. “Because I want to be ready for you.”
Only you.
“Fuck.” Rowen momentarily closed his eyes and dropped his head before snapping his gaze to mine. I tensed when I felt him grip the plug, as another burst of precum dribbled out of me. “Have you turned it on yet?”
Shit.
“I have…” I grunted as he pulled it out partway. “It was… a bit much.”
He huffed a laugh and smiled wide, blessing me with a glimpse of the gap in his teeth. “A bit much, huh? You know, the same has been said about me.”
“You’re the perfect amount,” I blurted out, inwardly cursing myself as that impenetrable mask slipped over his features again.
I hate it.
“Yeah, well… I like to say I just need to grow on people, like a weed.” His voice had gone detached and airy again as he slowly slid the plug back in, giving it an extra push once the flared base hit my rim. “Exposure therapy is the best way through it, right?”
Before I could reply—not that I was able to form a coherent thought anymore—he switched on the vibration feature.
“Rowen!” I gasped, thrusting uncontrollably as a sharp, tingling sensation radiated outward from my core. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he calmly replied, twisting and angling the plug until it was pressing against my p-spot, making me yelp. “But if you really don’t like it, you can use a safeword. How about… Dollar Store?”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, even as I fought against the orgasm threatening to tear its way out of my body. “It’s not that I… don’t like it. But I’m…”
“Gonna come suuuuper fast, right?” He snickered as I nodded frantically, subtly fucking me with the plug while ensuring my prostate saw no mercy. “That’s exactly what I want to see, and you’re gonna show it to me.”
There was no hope left for me after that. Rowen Quincy telling me what to do sent such a wave of euphoria washing over my entire body, all I could do was arch my back and let it happen.
Fireworks went off inside my eyelids and the sound that came out of me was closer to an endless whine than anything, but I didn’t care. All the tension I’d been holding onto—since we’d last parted, possibly my entire life—rushed out of me, along with what felt like a copious amount of cum.
Fuuuck…
“Look at you.” Rowen’s velvety voice brought me back down to earth, and I blinked open my eyes to find him sitting back on his heels with his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, surveying my mess with open approval. “Now, what do you say?”
“Thank you, Mr. Quincy,” I replied without hesitation, wishing I could just exist in this moment forever.
Rowen stared at me for a long, charged moment before dropping his gaze again. “You’re… welcome. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
I’d assumed he was about to order me into the shower again, but then he leaned down and began methodically licking my chest and stomach.
Fuck.
“Even your cum tastes expensive… Jesus,” he complained before refocusing on his work, running his tongue through every dip and crevice until not a single drop remained.
When he sat back on his heels again, removing the plug along the way, I propped myself up on my elbows. “Are you going to fuck me now?” I asked, although I was also prepared to beg.
I need it.
Instead of replying, Rowen pulled his pants and briefs down his thighs so his cock sprang free before opening his mouth and releasing a mixture of saliva and cum into his palm.
Then he began to stroke.
He laughed when he caught me gaping at the sight. “Yeah, I know you probably have another bottle of that 14-karat gold lube in your drawer, but it’s so much filthier this way, hmm?”
“The lube you stole from my hotel room,” I replied absently, falling back onto the mattress but keeping my eyes locked on the mesmerizing sight of his long fingers encircling his dick.
“Borrowed, you mean” he countered, his breath hitching. “Thanks for that, by the way. It’s truly elevated my nightly jerk-off sessions.”
My brain was short-circuiting, not just from the visual aid of how his “jerk-off sessions” might go, but at how physically close he was, how if he just leaned forward, he could—
“I’m not gonna fuck you today, Giano,” he rasped as he increased his pace, the wet sound of spit and more against skin making me feral. “But I would like to see my cum in your ass. Would that be okay?”
I nodded before realizing he probably wanted verbal confirmation. “Yes. Yes, please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you say please,” he mumbled, moving closer so that his dick nudged against my opening. “Such a needy little slut…”
I need you.
“Please, Mr. Quincy,” I whimpered, proving his point ten times over, because my desperation was absolutely genuine when it came to him. “I need you inside me.”
For a moment, I wasn’t sure if he would agree, but then he muttered “fuck it” before shoving just his crown into my hole—continuing to stroke as he released a guttural groan and unloaded in jerky movements, filling me up and claiming me as his.
Because I am.
I whimpered again as he withdrew, which earned me an amused huff. “You liked that, huh?” When I nodded dreamily, he smirked—the only warning I got before I felt something being pushed inside me.
“What…” I raised myself up onto my elbows again, watching in shock as the teal butt plug was secured back into place. “What are you… doing?”
Rowen gracefully slid off the bed and tucked himself away. “Nothing you won’t like. I assume you need to start getting ready, right? Go ahead and shower, but leave this in.”
He tapped the base of the plug for emphasis, but when I continued to simply gape, he crawled back onto the bed, hovering his mouth over mine—taunting me yet again.
“That’s right, Moneybags. I want to watch you at your little press conference today, all buttoned up and lying to everyone while my cum is still in your ass. ”
I should have said no, since this “little” press conference was actually an incredibly big deal, but instead, my entire body went lax once again. “Yes, Mr. Quincy.”
A soft smile spread over Rowen’s perfect face. “Good boy. Can I borrow a jacket?”
What?
“W-why do you need a jacket?” I asked, gingerly sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, knowing I needed to focus.
He shrugged and turned to face my full-length mirror to readjust his clothing. “I thought I’d have time to zip home before the press conference, but my boss wants to talk to me about something first.”
Yes, she certainly does.
I stood and strode to where my robe was hanging on the en suite door, knowing it was only a matter of time before Rowen was annoyed with me for my meddling.
Desperate measures.
“There’s a coat closet opposite the top of the stairs on the second floor,” I replied as he breezed past to wash his hands in the bathroom sink. “You may take anything you like.”
He hummed and gifted me another wide smile on his way out of the bathroom. “I was hoping you’d say that. So… how are you feeling?”
It took me a moment to realize he was asking about the press conference, not the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just forced out of me or the cum he’d lodged inside me.
“I have no doubt everything will go as planned,” I answered stiffly but professionally—simultaneously relieved and sad I hadn’t shared more about myself before the misunderstanding about Ana. “The PR company I hired prepared a speech, so there isn’t much for me to worry about.”
A speech I still need to look at…
Rowen nodded, eyeing me strangely. “What about if the press throws a curveball at you?”
I shrugged, trying to exude a confidence I didn’t fully feel. “I’ve been instructed to not answer any curveball questions. Your boss will handle those.”
This time, his grin was pure evil. “Yeah, well, Lowry is used to my bullshit, so she should be ready for whatever happens out there.”
“Indeed,” I replied, sliding my hands into my robe pockets before I was tempted to pull him closer.
We stared at each other for a few seconds before he nodded. “Welp. You should probably get started on that shower. I’ll… go grab a coat and see myself out downstairs.”
Yes, Mr. Quincy.
I nodded, already missing his presence, but knowing the spell had been broken. “I suppose I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
And then, as often as I would like.
Rowen nodded as well, chewing on his bottom lip before smiling in a way I could tell wasn’t as genuine as before. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
With that, he was gone, and I remained standing where I was for a good twenty seconds, staring at the empty space he’d occupied only a moment before.
Then I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, needing to shut out the sound of him downstairs, effortlessly moving through my home like he lived here too.