Chapter Ella
Ella
The others had already left by the time I went downstairs. Rowan sat at the table, newspaper spread open, coffee steaming beside it. His brown eyes lifted to me, creasing warmly at the corners as he smiled.
“Well, good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, folding the paper and setting it aside. “Come sit on my lap. Let me feed you this morning.”
I walked around the table and settled onto his lap.
“The porridge should still be warm,” he murmured as he unclipped the circular lid. “Alec and Nick added something a little extra to yours before they left.”
Beside the tub sat the pill.
I relaxed when I saw it.
He lifted the spoon and I opened my mouth, chewing the salty-sweet porridge. The second spoonful was better—a burst of strawberry exploding across my tongue. Seasonal and sweet, threaded with a hint of nuttiness from the toasted seeds.
His hand wandered to the hem of my nightdress. I wasn’t startled. I’d already felt his cock lengthen beneath me.
“Good girl, Ella. Finish all your breakfast and you can sit on my face.”
I swallowed another spoonful as Rowan’s hand parted my thighs.
“Is my little toy wet?”
I nodded—then opened my mouth again.
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By the time I’d swallowed my pill, my nightdress lay on the kitchen floor and I was straddling Rowan’s lap.
My feet dangled above the tiles as he continued to suck my breasts.
I could feel his hard cock beneath the soft material of his sweatpants, teasing me as he rubbed it deliberately against my pussy.
I held onto his shoulders, enjoying the warmth of the cotton beneath my fingers, gripping tighter as I used his hardness to rub myself against him.
His head snapped back and he released my nipple. The sudden cold made me shiver.
“What do you need, Ella?” he hummed.
“You,” I said simply.
He tsked softly as he glanced down, pushing me back along his thighs.
“Look at the mess you’ve made.”
I blinked and followed his gaze, seeing the small dark patch soaking into the light grey fabric of his sweatpants.
“I’m sorry.”
He studied me for a moment.
“No worries,” he said easily. “You can make it up to me. Go upstairs and lie on the bed for me.”
I climbed off his lap, and as I did, I saw him lift his phone.
Before I turned away, I caught the screen.
A group chat.
Alec. Nick. Rowan.
Thick as thieves.
I’d never stood a chance.
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He kept his promise and devoted an extraordinary amount of time to eating me out. Each time I came close, he pulled back. I lost count. He only stopped when I begged—then reached for the lubricant.
I watched him smear it liberally over his cock.
No metal piercings.
Long and smooth.
Pink and purple.
Marbled with veins.
He had a pretty aesthetic dick.
Nick’s was ribbed and topped with metal. The balled hoops dangling from his balls were… different.
Alec’s was hefty. Fat. Dark. He knew how to use it for pleasure and pain.
“Lie on your side, facing the bathroom door.”
I sighed in relief and followed his instructions. He shifted behind me, smearing my arsehole with lube.
“You’ll keep your hole open for me,” he said, guiding his cock between my cheeks until it rested against my arse.
“Yes, sir.”
He chuckled.
I pushed back, feeling the slippery head press into me.
“My little anal whore,” he rasped, all amusement gone.
He lifted my leg and ran his fingers along my soaked pussy before pushing them inside.
Only two.
Better than nothing.
He shifted again.
This time spreading me open with his cock.
I hissed at the sharp pinch of pain.
“Yes. That’s it,” he said, pulling back before thrusting deep enough to make me moan his name.
“Again,” he said—withdrawing, waiting, then slamming into me.
I screamed his name.
His fingers began to move in my pussy, fucking me in time with his cock, and it was too much. Or too little. I couldn’t tell anymore.
“Good. Anal. Whore,” he grunted, driving deeper with each upward thrust.
I clutched the bedding, clawing at it as the tension coiled tight inside me, ready to burst. My eyes fluttered—and when he thrust so deep that his wet balls slapped against me, I shattered.
His curses sounded far away.
I clenched around his cock and his fingers, coming hard while my arse felt every inch of him. He stayed inside me. Didn’t move. Let me try to breathe again.
Then he pulled out suddenly, rolled me onto my back, and climbed over me. He gripped his cock in his fist.
I opened my mouth.
Wide.
Like he’d taught me.
His knees caught in my hair as he moved closer.
The pain didn’t stop me from swallowing him down.
My mouth.
My throat.
My neck.
I tasted him.
Myself.
He used me.
I let him.
When he came inside my throat, my nose was buried in his hair, tickling my skin.
But he smelled nice.
I liked the body wash he used.
He held himself there until every last drop was gone, until his cock finally stopped jerking.
I guess he kept all his promises.
Later, when the noise had faded away, he pulled the covers over us.
It felt nice being held.
I closed my eyes.